#and of course they change outfits as i just finished lining

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Could you do one where the whole band is in the studio and reader is so desperate that she rides axl in front of everyone. Preferably the original line up in the current era please I love you❤🌷

A/n: I may have gone a little crazy with this but that's ok because who doesn't love the whole pretty boy band <3

Warnings: Smut, gang bang, riding, fingering(f receiving), hand jobs, breeding kink, if you think I missed anything please let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Guns N’ Roses was finally back from tour and you couldn’t have been happier to get to be with Axl again. You called everyday while he was away, with the calls often ending in phone sex, but it wasn’t enough.

You knew from the get go with him that you wouldn’t be able to be with him as much as you might have liked to be, it was just part of being with someone in a band. Didn’t mean you didn’t miss him, in more ways than one.

You’d spent the first few days together, as per usual, but one morning you woke up to find him getting ready to leave.

“Hey, babe, where’re you going?” You asked as you walked into the bathroom where he was.

“Going to the studio today.” He answered through a mouthful of toothpaste. You glanced at his reflection in the mirror then back to him.

“Why? You guys just got back from tour.” He spat into the sink and rinsed his mouth.

“Yeah, where I had a lot of time to think of new songs.” He explained. He planted a kiss on your forehead before heading out of the bathroom and to the walk-in closet. “We’re going to a studio to work on the instrumentals of some of them for our next album.” You watched as he sorted through clothes.

“What about me?” You asked, looking up at him with a small pout.

“What about you?” He asked with a chuckle.

“You expect me to just sit here all day?”

“Don’t you do that a lot anyway?” You glared at him, arms crossed over your chest and he gave you a kiss instead of apologising. “It’s only a few hours and then I’ll be home again.” You scoffed. He started changing in front of you, you watched him shamelessly.

“I’m coming with you.” You stated and started picking out your own outfit.

“No you’re not.” He looked at you with a confused expression. “What would you even do?” You shrugged.

“Nothing.” You said as you found an outfit for yourself. “But I want to be with you, so I’m coming.” He stared at you for a moment before deciding that he’s not going to be able to change your mind.

“Fine, be ready in ten minutes or I’m leaving without you.

You finished getting ready, it took longer than ten minutes but you knew he wouldn’t leave without you, and of course he didn’t. He was still waiting in the kitchen on his phone, completely having lost sense of time.

Upon entering the studio you were met with familiar faces all around. Slash was looking down at his Les Paul, Izzy was watching him and strumming along a rhythm to it. Steven and Duff were talking about dogs. At least you assumed so since they were showing each other pictures of dogs.

They all greeted you and Axl when you came in. Axl guided you to the couch and sat next to you, throwing an arm around you and holding you close to his side.

They were all talking about one thing or another, the tour, home life, stuff like that before actually diving into what they came there for which was the next album.

You were bored out of your mind. No one cared when you went on your phone, you didn’t really have much reason to be there anyway other than them asking your opinion on some things, which lyric fit better, whether or not they should add more solos. You enjoyed helping when you could but you were so fucking bored you were losing your mind.

You started reading about Axl, finding smutty fics about him to pass the time. It did help, to a point. After a few minutes of reading all you wanted was to act it out.

You knew he had his phone in his pocket so you texted him, saying how needy you were. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and looked at it, glancing back at you before responding. He told you to go deal with it in the bathroom. You huffed and stayed seated on the couch.

As they kept talking you decided ‘fuck it’ and started pushing the joint in your thumb against your clit through your thin, summer shorts. It wasn’t much but it was some form of friction, friction you were craving.

You kept your eyes on your phone for the most part but when you heard Slash’s low chuckle you had to look up. His glasses covered his eyes so you couldn’t see exactly where he was looking but you could tell he was looking at you, watching you touch yourself. His hand covered his mouth but he was smiling, you could see it in his cheeks. That much was a motivator to keep going.

You spread your legs and reached your hand into your shorts, continuing to touch yourself but this time with a viewer. Slash kept watching, smiling, chuckling to himself.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Slash?” Axl finally asked. His tone wasn’t angry, even though you couldn’t see his face you could hear the way the corners of his mouth were pulled into a smile.

The guitarist shook his head and gestured to you. You quickly closed your legs and hid what you had been doing so when Axl turned to look at you there was nothing to see. Sure enough he asked Slash what you’d been doing.

“Go deal with your girlfriend.” He mumbled, aiming his gaze to the ground. Axl turned around again and took a closer look at you. Your cheeks were flushed, sweat was starting to collect at your hairline and your breathing was heavy.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He came over to you, getting your pants and panties off. You started squirming and reaching for your clothes, not expecting him to undress you in front of his band. “I told you to stay home but no you just had come along, now look at you.” He gestured to your now half-naked body. You still tried to cover yourself but he wouldn’t let you, holding your legs apart as his bandmates gathered around behind him to gawk at your glistening folds.

Axl slapped your thigh. “Get up.” You did as he asked, though still wanting to cover yourself. Axl got his half-hard dick out of his pants and sat down behind you before pulling you down on him, slipping into you with ease given how hot you made yourself prior.

He got your legs onto the couch so you were straddling him, backwards cowgirl style. He wanted you to do all the work, since this was what you wanted in the first place. He also wanted this position so that his friends could see everything, from your pretty little cunt to the faces you made when you came.

“Go on, give us a show.” Duff said, already palming himself through his jeans. Axl patted the space beside him for Duff to come sit. He did and pulled out his hard member for you to jerk. You let out a soft whine and reached for him, starting to bounce yourself on Axl’s cock while stroking Duff’s.

Steven came over as well, standing to the side of you so as to not abstract Slash and Izzy’s view of you. He dropped his own pants and waited expectantly for you to let him in on the fun. You glanced back to Axl. “Can’t keep him waiting.” He said with a grin. You looked back to Steven and started pumping his shaft as well.

You thought this was a lot but you knew it wasn’t the end of it either. Izzy and Slash were both standing farther back working themselves. It seemed that you watching them acted as confirmation and they came over.

They didn’t make you take them into your mouth like you thought they would, much to your delight. Instead, they started jerking themselves off in your face and all you could do was wait for them to cum on you.

Your body was getting tired, arms wanted to fall to your sides and your legs began to shake under you as you kept bouncing on Axl. Seeing this the ginger started fucking up into you, making it a little easier.

Of course he knew your body better than anyone and knew exactly which spots to hit to make your eyes roll back. You had five men around you, all with their dicks out for you. It made everything feel better, especially when Duff reached over to rub your clit.

He has long, talented fingers that quickened everything you were feeling. “Fuck! ‘M-’m gonna cum, gonna cum!” You whined, hands clenching and unclenching around Duff and Steven’s cocks which seemed to get Steven over the edge, white liquid spurting onto your lap.

You looked down at it with stars in your eyes. It was then that you realised how badly you wanted all of them to cum on you. You kept jerking Steven off, his voice getting higher now. You could feel Axl twitching inside of you so you looked back at him.

“Please cum inside, want it so bad, please.” You whined. Axl had always wanted kids so you learned early on in your relationship that he had a breeding kink and asking him to cum inside your tight cunt was a sure fire way to make him cum.

Sure enough he grabbed your hips and held you down on him while his cum filled you up. That feeling alone almost made you cum but what really did it was Slash toying with your nipple.

You hadn’t been looking at him so his warm hand was already a surprise but the way he fondled you made your eyes roll back into your head. Your body shook and the couch under you, along with Axl’s lap, was now drenched.

You heard Duff groaning beside you and looked over just in time to catch his dick leaking, thick liquid coating your hand. His hand didn’t stop working on your clit, rubbing it, pinching and flicking. Seeing what made you moan the loudest and sweetest.

Izzy turned your head and thick ropes spurted onto your face. You stared up at him, lips parted as his seed slipped into your mouth. You were in such a trance for a moment you almost missed the feeling of Slash cumming on your chest.

More than once you’d caught him staring at your chest, really anyone’s chest. You smiled up at him and moved up and down Axl a few more times so he could watch your tits bounce while he came.

You were all breathing heavy, panting on one another as you came down from your highs.

“Get up.” Axl said with a heavy breath, patting your thigh. You got up and then started questioning what he wanted, your mind still in a haze. Sweat and jizz mixed together on your body and dripped down.

“Why..?” You asked out of breath and legs shaking beneath you.

“You wanted to get fucked so bad,” the ginger started, “why not give everyone a turn?” You stared up at him with wide eyes as you felt Slash’s big, warm hands wrap around your waist.

#guns n roses #guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses x reader #guns n roses smut #gnr fanfiction #gnr #izzy gnr #duff gnr #slash gnr #axl gnr #axl rose x reader #axl rose smut #axl rose fanfiction #axl rose #axl rose gnr #axl rose imagine

[biorust-art]

Bells Hells meet the Crown Keepers.

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I have been working on this piece for so long yall! Off and on again for over a YEAR. it’s fought be so much but I am so happy and proud of how it’s turned out <3 <3 

[Image Description. Digital painting of Bells Hells and the Crown Keepers from Critical Role. Bells Hells is on the left and the Crown Keepers are on the right. Fresh Cut Grass and Dariax are in the foreground walking towards each other with their hands outstretched, ready to shake hands. Behind them, Ashton and Fy’ra Rai stare each other down with their hands on their weapons. Launda lingers around Ashton’s shoulder, smiling at the Crown Keepers creepily while Chetney crouches in Ashton’s shadow with his chisel at the ready. Dorian and Orym are on the ground, Orym in Dorian’s lap, hugging one another. Cherry blossoms fly up around them. Cyrus, Imogen and Morrighan look to Fearne and Opal as those two crash into one another for a hug. Imogen and Morrighan’s hands are outstretched. Both of Opal’s feet are off the ground. The background is of tall jagged mountains with cherry blossom trees in bloom. End ID]

#critical role #bells hells #the crown keepers #dorym #fresh cut grass #dariax #dorian storm #orym #fy'ra rai #ashton greymoore #laudna #chetney pock o'pea #imogen temult #cyrus wyvernwind #fearne calloway #cr opal #WOOF so many characters #and of course they change outfits as i just finished lining #coloring this was a bitch i had to restart it

[koolades-world]

I have a request for an MC who's never been called beautiful or handsome before, so when they're complimented, they ask why and just start to cry. The brothers (plus Dia and Barbatos, if it's not too much to ask, of course) are shocked at their tears and find out that their human had never been complimented before this moment.

Sorry if it's too specific, I had this experience and I cried for way too long, I just want to know how the boys would react.

hi there! yes of course :)

no worries about the specifics and such. so glad someone called you stunning like you are. you and everyone reading this: YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL HANDSOME STUNNING GORGEOUS PRETTY!!!!! if nobody has told you that today, know that you are!! you deserve the world :)))

enjoy <3

Mc who cries after being called beautiful/handsome/stunning

Lucifer

right after you had finally taken your last RAD exam, you thought you looked like a mess and you vocalized that

he swooped into to disagree and called you handsome

he’s quick to comfort you when you start to cry because he’s not quite sure why

when he finds out it’s because he called you handsome, he dabs always your tears and makes a mental note to call you good looking more often

Mammon

he called you it kind of in the heat of the moment

but that he didn’t mean it, but he was just so excited! you’d just helped him win a huge bet and made him loads of grim so it slipped out in a long string of compliments

he slows down once he sees you crying, and wipes your tears

he tells you he’d call you beautiful over and over again if you wanted because he really did think you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen

Levi

he really worked himself up to compliment you like this

after all, as a chronic overthinker, he sat for while thinking about the implications and how you might react

once he finally said it after almost chickening out, he totally freaked out after you burst out into tears

the following ten minutes were chaotic to say the least, but in the end he knew it was out of joy

Satan

omg I can literally see him reciting the iconic lines to you from Romeo and Juliet

this man is so extra in subtle ways

you’re gorgeous and he wants to you to know

by the time he’s at the end of his lines, you’re of course a blubbering mess but he’s there for you, ready to melt your heart all over again

Asmo

he often throws around that word comfortable

so, it's only natural he ends up calling you it once or twice

he didn't even realize the way you froze and started to tear up after

eventually he turns around and sees the silent tears rolling down your cheeks with a smile, and pulls you into a hug. he's gonna be calling you that a lot more from now on :)

Beel

he probably says it in passing after you called something or someone else pretty

something along the lines of “you’re pretty too” simple and to the point

he feels several moments of panic until you start to try to reassume him that they’re not bad tears

every time you call something else pretty or something along those lines, he thinks of that moment and says what he said back then with more purpose

Belphie

he for sure tells you while the two of you are our stargazing

out of the blue, he rolls over and tells you you remind him of the brightest, twinkling star and that you shine in the same, brilliant, beautiful way

without looking back at you, he returns to star gazing as you begin to silently sniff

he pulls you into his side, gently smiling and hugging you tight

Diavolo

after getting ready for a party and putting on the finished touches on your outfit, you turned to him to ask how you looked

after he told you you looked incredibly handsome, you couldn’t stop the waterworks from flowing

he’s very afraid at first he said something wrong but after you explain it’s just because you’ve never been called that before, his whole demeanor changes

he personally delivers handwritten notes to you daily during RAD that are just all the things he loves about you in them now <33

Barbatos

when he gives out a compliment, it’s very deliberate

he thinks very carefully about what he wants to say, not because he’s afraid he’ll say something wrong, but because he really wants it to mean something

when he called you and your work pretty along with a few other things, he wasn’t sure how to initially react to your tears

but eventually when you started to hug him, he hugged you back and comforted you. he has the little d’s make a routine or complimenting you too :)

#obey me #obey me! #obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date

[sweet-as-an-angel]

The Type of Yandere König Is

Warnings: 18+, Toxic Behaviour, Manipulative Behaviour, Gaslighting, Possessiveness, Implied Smut, Non-Explicit Implications of Smut, Toys Mentioned, Degradation, Slut-Shaming, Submissive König, Dominant König, Aftercare, Petnames, Profanity, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’.

SFW

Insanely loyal and loving – wolfishly puppyish in his temperament.

For you, and only you, he shows his soft side; acts of domesticity and kindness are his love language.

Though, he tells you he loves you on a nigh-hourly basis.

“I just can’t seem to stop saying it – I love you !”

He knows you better than you know yourself, and he uses this knowledge to his advantage.

He’ll all but read your mind through subtle physical cues – changes in posture, a shift in the atmosphere, the dilation of your pupils – to do for you what you haven’t even thought of doing yet.

Passing you your drink, cooking you a meal, performing your chores for you – anything you can possibly think of doing or needing, König handles it before you can.

Of course this insatiable need to perform is rooted in love. But it runs much deeper than that.

König needs you – so utterly and unequivocally that it frightens him. And the thought of you leaving and taking his heart with you is infinitely more terrifying to him than having to put his life on the line and indulge in his occupation whenever he’s taken off leave.

König wants you to see that you need him as much as he does you, that you should (and will be) dependent on him not just for your happiness, but for your survival.

This desire to be all that you need becomes especially evident a good year into your relationship; when you trust König more than anyone – more than yourself – he takes that trust and runs with it.

He absolutely gaslights you into believing you’ve misplaced things, done things you haven’t done. While this is a good enough excuse to keep you in the house, he’s not above resorting to most outlandish tales to isolate you further, no matter how ludicrous his ‘reasoning’ may seem.

“You want to go out ? Now ?” he’ll say. “But–” he peeks behind the curtain, looks out the window, “Darling, it’s raining.”

“König, I can hear the sun shining, Köni; it’s not raining.”

And all to keep you dependent on him.

Whether or not you take to König’s lies is up to how much you love him, how well you believe you can live without him.

But just know that, if you ever try to leave him – when you are immune to his persuasion and elusion – König has made people disappear before. And he’ll do it again.

NSFW

This man will be anything you want him to be – it doesn’t matter how demeaning it is.

Whatever mood you’re in, he has something to cater to it.

Cat ears, maid outfit, gags, rope, nipple clamps, whips – you name it, he’s let you use it on him.

So long as you’re enjoying yourself, so is he. 

He literally can’t finish until you do. So for both love and sanity’s sake, he’s a very proficient lover.

Definitely a moaner when he’s subbing – his whines and whimpers are so pretty and breathless that you can hardly believe they come from such a behemoth of a military princess.

This paints König out as a rather submissive breed of boyfriend, which, to the untrained eye, would be a fair observation.

However, you know better. Much better.

But that doesn’t stop you from making ‘mistakes’; little slips of the tongue – or the hand – that make his blood simmer and his eyes narrow, a jagged anger building in the periphery of your day-to-day.

Building and building, a monument that could touch God with the faux patience this man grants you – “One last chance, Engel,” to hold back the monster clawing its way out of König’s body.

Making König jealous or angering him ensures you’re the target of his reprehensible rage for the stretch of night ahead.

And when König snaps, he gets dominant.

Everything you’ve used on him, he uses on you, too.

And he does so without mercy.

Every time he’s topping, he’s got you weeping, sobbing, screaming, begging for more and less at the same time – and more often than not absolutely speechless for the fact that your mind is completely empty by the time he’s halfway through with you.

Definitely degrades you. And he is not gentle with it at all.

“Stupid little whore – filthy fucking slut –” things of that nature.

Treats you as his personal cum dumpster; he just fills you and fills you until you look or sound as if you’re about to burst.

But alas, it matters little how much you tell König you “Can’t take anymore–” because he’ll always find a way to make you take more of him.

“Oh no, Sweetheart, you will take more,” he’ll tell you.

“After all, what good are you to me if you can’t handle my load ?”

The night usually ends with you being bruised and sore and swollen after your excursion with König; marks which hurt to the touch for days afterwards. A deterrent.

However, no matter how badly he roughs you up during your time together, he always makes sure to take care of you afterwards – of any needs, no matter how niche.

And as he’s tucking you into bed, your body unconscious, König hopes that nights like these remind you that you belong to him. And he to you.

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[sunburstl0v3]

CHAPTER ONE

✿ Ken x Fem. Reader x Barbie ✿

SUPER SHY

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𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘺, 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 떨리는 지금도, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘺, 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘺

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"Hello..." she spoke, so soft that Barbie almost missed it, "Hi Barbie, welcome to Barbie Land."

The woman blinked, pouting, "I'm not Barbie, I'm [Y/n]."

What?

Barbie was confused, "You're [Y/n] ...?" Barbie sucked in her lips, "Yes." [Y/n] averted her gaze back to the ocean, holding her hands tightly together. This was not what was supposed to happen. "But you have to be someone, like Skipper! Or Midge...Are you sure you're not pregnant?"

[Y/n]'s eyebrows furrowed, absolutely offended, "What! No! I'm not a Skipper or a Midge. I'm [Y/n]."

Barbie smiled apologetically whispering a small 'Sorry', looking the new girl up and down. Finally noticed her attire, it was very different to what many Barbies wear here.

This was not who Barbie was expecting. Not. At. All. Barbie turned back to stare at the Kens and Barbies all awaiting an introduction at least to what they think is the new Barbie. With a quick breath Barbie faced back [Y/n], "Let's go introduce yourself to everyone." [Y/n] turned her head, Barbie noticed how she shined in the sun's orange rays.

"I'd like that." [Y/n] said, now turning her whole body around to face everyone. Barbie grabbed onto [Y/n] hand and pulled her close as the two walked closer. "Hi, Barbies!" Ken yelled which made everyone else start, "Hi Barbie!" "Hiya Barbie!" "Welcome Barbie!"

Barbie smiled awkwardly, as she got closer and closer to the crowd, dreading having to explain this was not who they were expecting. Barbie turned looking at [Y/n], was looking as how you would expect someone to look when people were not expecting you....

"Hello." [Y/n] responded, a soft smile gracing her lips, "I'm [Y/n], I hope we get along..."

"So, you're not a Barbie...?" one Barbie asked, "No, I'm [Y/n]." "You're not Skipper or even a Midge, are you?" [Y/n] shook her head again, tightening her hold on her fingers, "No. I'm [Y/n]."

"Who are you for?" Ken questioned, "If you're not a Barbie, that means you are one of a kind," [Y/n] smiled a bit at that, "Or you were a mistake?" Ken finished, of course this wasn't Barbie's Ken who said this.

Barbie bit her lip, "Okay! Well since [Y/n] has arrived, yay! Let's have that super-duper party!" With those few words the Barbies and Ken, all cheered and began leaving the beach in preparation for the party, which was truly just an outfit change.

Barbie laughed a bit at herself lightly, maybe this party will go as planned. Hopefully. Barbie smiled back at [Y/n], showing her perfectly white teeth, "There's gonna be a huge party at my Dream house! In your honor, and all the Barbies for just being perfect..." Barbie giggled.

"My house is the big pink one! You can't miss it." Barbie finished, walking away from [Y/n], letting out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

That's it? [Y/n] thought to herself, A party...Where do I go from here?

"Hi [Y/n]." In the midst of her thoughts, someone said her name. [Y/n] looked around and saw a blonde man with bright blue eyes.

"Hello..." [Y/n] replied, like a deer in headlights, "What's your name?" He beamed slightly at the attention, "Ken!" He smiled dopily, "I'm Barbie's Ken, the one you first met."

"Oh!" [Y/n] was surprised, so everyone just had a Ken? "I hope you're happy together!" [Y/n] smiled back at him. Ken smirked and kicked the sand lightly (he made sure not to send the sand her way), "Thanks! Barbie's just great you know. But she doesn't pay attention to me."

[Y/n] pursed her lip, "Why not?" Ken shrugged, putting his hand in his pockets, "I'm just Ken." [Y/n] stood there, her lips flat-lining, she had just arrived at Barbie Land and is already doing couple's therapy. [Y/n] pondered for a moment, "Well...Maybe dance with her at the party? I don't know."

Ken thought about it, but his smile got wider the second he thought about it more, "You're a genius! Maybe that's what you are! Genius [Y/n]!" the [h/c] haired woman smiled, "Maybe!" Ken looked past [Y/n] while she quietly giggled to herself, seeing Barbie hop into her convertible and drive away.

"I can take you to Barbie's Dream House!" Ken offered, "I know this place like the back of my hand!" He then waved his hand around erratically causing [Y/n] to snicker even more.

Suddenly [Y/n] looked down at her clothes, it wasn't exactly to all the Barbie's standards, at least that's how she felt, "Is there a Barbie...that has better clothes for me?" Ken looked the worried woman up and down, thinking really hard to himself, "Yea! I know a Barbie!"

Ken reached out his hand, waiting for her to take it. Hesitantly, [Y/n] grabbed his hand and held it. Without warning, Ken leaped away, taking [Y/n] with him, almost taking a tumble.

In no time they reached a Barbie with the same body type who instantly started to help, giving [Y/n] a bright-colored dress and shoes. "And if I wear this...everyone will like me?" [Y/n] asked, gazing down at the dress, it was very beautiful. A white dress with pink polka dots and white heels.

"Mhm," Ken replied, absentmindedly. [Y/n] breathed out, what was she feeling, why did she want the Barbies and Ken to like her? [Y/n] tapped her foot on the floor as the other Barbie got herself ready for the party. "Come on!" Ken said, taking hold of [Y/n]'s arm, "What?" she gasped, being pulled up from her seat, "I wanna get there first to the party." Ken pouted, "Before Ken gets there and steals Barbie's attention..." the two began walking together to Barbie's Dream House.

[Y/n] frowned, "Maybe you should talk to Barbie about it?" Ken shrugged, "Like I said, she won't listen." [Y/n]'s shoulders slumped, "Maybe, or maybe not..." she mumbled.

Ken smirked at himself, "Anyway! Today's not about me, it's about you! Remember!" Ken cheered, "We have parties all the time but finally we have a reason to celebrate something!" [Y/n] hummed at Ken, "What do we do after the party?"

"Oh, Barbie has a sleepover with some of the Barbies, and the Ken's just leave." "Leave?"

"Yeah."

"To go where?" Ken shrugged in response, "Hey maybe Ken will want to get to know you! Or even my best friend Allan!" Ken gushed, [Y/n] was excited as well, she wanted to make a better impression than last time.

The two chatted with each other while they walked to Barbie's Dream House, and quickly reached their destination. The whole house was packed with all kinds of Barbies and Kens. Music pumping and dancing could be seen from the entrance, "Aw! Don't tell me were late!" Ken suffered, letting go of [Y/n] and running towards the house, making sure he got to Barbie.

Which left [Y/n] all alone.

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@sparklyslug and I commissioned the incredible @mardyart to draw a pivotal scene from our fic, Three Weddings and a Funeral, a part in our currently sprawling universe Let us Dwell in Fair Ithilien and There Make a Garden. For those who have read, you might recognize this as a scene from the third chapter, post [redacted] funeral, where Steve and Eddie have a conversation in the Byers-Hopper kitchen about what is deserved.

Thank you so much for this beautiful art, Mardy. We’re so unbelievably thrilled with the finished product, and we couldn’t be happier. You’re the best!

Referenced fic excerpt under the cut, for context!

 “Oh Joyce, love of my life,” Eddie says to himself, removing several pints of Ben and Jerry’s from the freezer and lining them up on the kitchen counter. Without even asking Steve for his preference, he wordlessly hands Steve the almost full pint of Cherry Garcia. He just knows which one is his favorite, apparently, which shouldn’t surprise Steve as much as it does. “Do you think it’s too soon to propose to her?”

 “I see your stance on asking people out at funerals has changed,” Steve remarks, ignoring the swoop in his stomach at Eddie’s (playful, completely not serious, Joyce is their mom) suggestion.

 “First of all, post-funeral is fair game,” Eddie says as he gets out two bowls and two spoons; he, like Steve, knows this kitchen like the back of his hand. Even knows where to find a jar of apparently unopened maraschino cherries, theatrically blowing the dust off the lid into Steve’s face, who in return theatrically coughs and gags. After a slight pause, he takes the pint of Cherry Garcia out of Steve’s hand and sets to making a little sundae for him. Steve can only dumbly watch as Eddie gives him two scoops and presses down on them so they’re a little softer, just how Steve likes it, adding a brusquely effective swirl of whipped cream, cherries on top, before handing it back to him. In Steve’s professional opinion, it’s a Scoops Ahoy-worthy performance. Makes him kind of wish the outfit was involved, mmm.

 “Secondly,” Eddie says, Steve doing a quick mental scramble away from the vision of Eddie in blue striped shorts and back towards whatever the hell they had been talking about, “I’m pretty sure a sexless marriage is out of the question for her, so it would be a swift no.” He’s less formal with his own ice cream prep, simply jamming a spoon into his own tub (Phish Food, which is just so typically him), whipped cream and cherries apparently forgotten.

 “She deserves better than that,” Steve says now, years later, chasing a stray cherry around the side of his bowl with his spoon. “And so do you.”

 Eddie gives Steve a look, a little bit of humor and a little bit of apprehension and a bit of evaluation. And something so unsurprised, too, a kind of fond      Jesus H Christ, of course smile manifesting just through the shadow of a dimple, not quite making itself entirely seen.

 “I know,” Eddie says simply. The quiet confidence of a man who does know what he deserves, does know that he can and should be desired. Treasured. And get what he wants. And who is, maybe, a little surprised that Steve knows that too.

 Steve pops the maraschino cherry between his teeth, flavor exploding at the back of his tongue, just this shy of too syrupy-sweet, as he looks at Eddie’s face. He can feel it coming in, then. The way he’s heard that the water pulls all the way back far as the eye can see, before a tsunami comes rushing back in. Has a sense of what’s heading his way, in the time that it takes for Eddie to shake his head ruefully and continue, taking his eyes off Steve’s face in an uncharacteristically indirect move. One of only a handful of times Steve can think of, when Eddie hasn’t looked frank and fearless into Steve’s eyes.

 “You do too,” Eddie says to his bowl with quiet ferocity, and follows it with a spoonful of ice cream so quickly that it’s like he’s trying to stuff the words back in. Cover up the evidence with Ben&Jerry’s finest.

I love him, Steve thinks, the hundred-foot high wave coming in. Less devastating of a natural disaster, but sure as shit knocking him off his feet and sending him spinning. Hey, Eddie. I love you.  

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⋆꙳✧༄ Thighs

❖ Character: Isagi

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 1.4k

❖ Summary: Isagi got jealous over his team mates looking at you like a piece of meat and you punish him for it by denying him what he wants.

❖ WARNINGS: dom!reader, oral (reader receiving), thigh fucking, overstimulation

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You should have known better than to show up at your boyfriend's practice dressed in this cute mini skirt you recently bought. Isagi’s mind was anywhere but at football, incapable of concentrating on the ball or even walking in a straight line but what angered him the most was how his teammates spent their drinking breaks surrounding you and flirting with you. What pushed him over the edge was the way one of them rested their hands on your thigh and you didn't bother taking it off - not thinking anything of it since they know you're Isagi’s girl. He almost started a fight right then and there when he pulled the guy off of you and dragged you away from the area by your upper arm, his grip much stronger than intended. “You're hurting me… let go” you pleaded before freeing yourself out of your lover's iron grip who seemed to only now wake up. “Sorry… I just couldn't stand how they were looking at you. Like you're some piece of meat” he grumbled, cheeks slightly flushed when his gaze drifted to your exposed thighs and you couldn't help but huff out annoyed. “I put this outfit on for you, not for them” you pointed out which made him roll his dark blue eyes “But they looked at you. I hate that” he protested which only pissed you off further. “Yoichi. People have eyes… should i cover myself head to toe o what do you want?” you didn't mean to raise your voice but you were frustrated by him. “no it's just… I don't want them to think of you when they…” He didn't need to finish his sentence for you to understand, feeling the heat creep up your neck and admit defeat. The walk home was filled by awkward silence, none of you knowing exactly if or how to apologize but you eventually came up with an idea. “You're thinking of me like this when you- you know?” You asked teasing, a little smirk forming on your lips when you walked in front of him, walking backwards so you could see his reaction clearly.

Isagi almost choked at the sudden question and let go of a nervous laugh. “Of course i do… you're my girlfriend” He said flustered but as if its the most normal thing in the world and it made you giggle. “What are you thinking of then? My pretty legs around your waist? on your shoulders? your head between them?” you continued to tease him just to get his mind off the little jealousy trip “all of that actually” he confirmed with a boyish grin, feeling caught but he knew that you'd be more than willing to help him with those fantasies. “Oh so it's really my thighs that you find attractive?” another question came at him but he ignored it, looking to the side as his cheeks burned up. The answer is yes. he dreamed about your pflush legs wrapped around his cock, little thrusts helping him get over the edge and you smirked at him with a knowing look, knowing exactly what he's thinking of since he avoided the question.

After his reaction you decided not to tease him any further, deciding to change the topic until you were home where he rushed into the shower, hoping you didn't notice just how worked up your little conversation got him - a knock on the door startling him. “Mind if i join?” you asked through the closed door, giving him privacy in case he didn't want your company but the door was opened within a split second, pulling you inside by your wrist before he pushed you against the tiled wall. The smallest gasp left your lungs at the impact against the dark tiles which gave Isagi the perfect chance to kiss you, his tongue finding home in your mouth as it caressed yours eagerly. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to deepen the kiss when your skirt rode up as you lifted one leg against his waist. “Take it off. let me see you” Isagi hummed while his hands slipped beneath the small piece of fabric to grab a hand full of your ass to hear you yelp.

It didn't take long for both of your clothes to get scattered along the bathroom floor before his hips eagerly grinded against yours, hardened length rubbing against your core and thighs, smearing his pre cum all over your beautiful legs. Gently he lifted you into the shower where he started the hot water, your lips still connected in a heated kiss before you turned around to grind your plush ass against his cock. Isagi wanted to release right then and there but you simply got out of the shower with a wink, not letting him have you the way he wanted, deciding to let him suffer a little for being so extremely jealous earlier. The poor man took his shower in a record time before pinning you against the bed, his skin still covered it's droplets of water which made you chuckle. “Be my good boy and help me out, would you?” you mused, your cunt dripping from the way your fingers played with your clit while he was still busy showering but he didn't need to hear it twice before sinking down, his head nestled between your thighs when he looked up at you, eyes all glossy when his tongue made contact with your arousal. For a moment his eyes fluttered shut, his tongue working its way through your folds to taste more of you before settling to flick your clit, alternating with little sucks. Isagi’s hips were rutting into the bed relentlessly as he ate you out like a man starved but you took a fist full of his hair to pull him off, his lower face glistening with your juices “don't move your hips… or do you want me to punish you?” You asked with a little wink and he almost whined, shaking his head before you let him continue his magic between your legs, throwing you over the edge in record time. His tongue kept lapping at your wetness as you came down from your high and you pulled him away again, making him whine once more. “I think you deserve a little reward” you hummed, pushing him around until he laid on his back, his cock twitching with anticipation when you straddled him.

A loud groan escaped him when you closed your legs around his cock, letting it slip between your thighs and cunt as you moved your hips, letting him fuck your plush thighs. It felt like heaven to him, your soft flesh along with your pretty cunt working on him made him weak, little moans and whines escaping your usually so dominant lover which took both of you by surprise - a pleasant one. His cock twitched wildly after just a few short minutes, big hands desperately trying to keep your hips anchored down so his own slice of heaven wouldn't end already but it was too no avail, you were bouncing up and down eagerly, moaning along with him and chasing your own orgasm with the way he nudged so perfectly against your puffy clit with each thrust. “Don't you dare finish already” you warned him, not wanting this to end either but he couldn't hold it back any longer, his hot seed spurting out over your thighs as a moan of your name echoed off the walls. Despite how close you were, you waited a moment to let him calm down from his orgasm before you started bouncing again, making his eyes go wide with a little panic “s-sensitive… fuck” he whined, not used to getting touched after he came but you didn't care, wanting to overstimulate him as a punishment for dragging you around earlier. “You can take it, good boy, can't you? One more” you moaned and watched him nod eagerly “y-yes I ca-can” he whimpered, thrusting his hips in time with yours, his legs shaking at the overstimulation but the way his cum aided as lube felt far too good to stop this now, needing to feel your cunt flutter around nothing before he could stop but you had other plans… wanting to find out just how much your beloved man can take before he breaks and begs for mercy.

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The Doll House - A Gojo x Reader Fanfic Part 2

You sell yourself to the Doll House to pay your mom’s medical expenses, only to discover your trainer is the guy who bullied you relentlessly in high school: Gojo Satoru. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Toji’s Part Here!

Read Nanami’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Choso’s Part Here!

Note: Please remember that these stories don’t take place at the same time, or even one after the other! Consider each one its own timeline. So if you see Geto and Toji with other dolls, don’t be alarmed lol. I had to do it this way because if I don’t, by the time I get to the last trainer, there won’t be any other trainers left to interact with!

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Gojo’s. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored!

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Chubby Reader. Dubcon. Pet Play. Bullying. Collars/Leashes. Fingering. Anal sex. Vaginal sex. Blindfolds. Bondage. Anal plugs. Humiliation. Oral sex. Gojo being an asshole.

The next morning, Gojo wakes up early, too eager to begin Chubby Bunny’s real training. Last night was just testing the waters. 

He keeps a stock of new items ready and available, in various sizes and themes, so he’s well prepared. By the time Chubby Bunny wakes up, he has his bed lined with cute outfits for her. 

She gets to her feet, stretches, and walks over to look at the clothes, the chain on her leash clinking. “What is all this?” she asks, picking up one of the pieces. 

“It’s your wardrobe,” he tells her. 

She doesn’t seem to like them. Her face scrunches up as if she just saw something disgusting. “These are all way too small. They won’t fit me.”

“Of course they will. I picked them specifically to highlight your best features!”

She glares at him, like he insulted her terribly. Why does she always react that way to compliments? 

“Try something on,” he says, walking over and unhooking the leash from her collar. “You can change in the bathroom if you don’t want to do it here.” 

She sifts through the items, holding several of them up and looking increasingly upset. “Why are there holes in the ass of all of these?”

Gojo laughs. “For your tail, silly!”

She looks confused, but eventually chooses an outfit and goes to the bathroom. He hears the lock click into place and thinks it’s cute that she’s so shy. When she emerges a little while later, she’s holding her pajamas in front of herself like a shield. 

“I was right, it’s too small,” she says, hovering near the bathroom door. 

“Come on over and let me see,” Gojo tells her. 

She doesn’t move. “It looks awful on me. Can I just wear something else?”

Gojo rolls his eyes. “Chubby Bunny, I saw you completely naked last night. I’ve already memorized every single inch of you. So stop being bashful and let me see.”

He meant the words to be reassuring, but she looks horrified. Regardless, she steps further into the room and slowly drops the pajamas. 

Gojo doesn’t think he’s ever gotten hard so fast in his life.  She’s wearing the outfit that covers the most, but it’s still super revealing. It resembles a pale pink one-piece swimsuit, with high cut areas for the thighs and tiny spaghetti straps at the top. Her lovely, pillowy tits are barely contained, threatening to pop out at any moment. The matching pink thigh high stockings, which she probably put on to cover a little more, only make her look more erotic. The way the thick flesh of her thighs sticks out a little over the top of the stockings drives him wild. 

She’s looking away from him, crossing one arm over her chest, not realizing that only squeezes her tits together and makes her look even sexier. 

He stops staring long enough to remember the outfit isn’t complete yet. Not without the finishing touches. He grabs the bunny ears and puts them on her head, and hooks the leash back onto her collar. Finally, the tail. 

When he brings it to her, he makes sure to open the sealed package in front of her. He wants her to know this is a new item, not something he used on a previous doll. It’s a fluffy, round white bunny tail, connected to a shiny silver butt plug. “Get on the bed, on all fours, and I’ll put your tail in.”

Her eyes flick between the tail and his face, frantic, like a frightened little rabbit. She really is the cutest! 

“You can’t be serious,” she says. 

“This is part of the training. I said I wouldn’t give you special treatment, remember? All my pets have to have a tail.”

“How long do I have to wear that thing?”

“Until I take it out,” he says. 

She’s still looking at the tail as if it’s some dangerous weapon he’s going to use to attack her. 

“Look, it’s way smaller than my dick, so it shouldn’t hurt at all.”

She looks down, lowering her voice as she says, “But I’m still sore from last night.”

Somehow, hearing her say that in that shy little voice turns him on even more. He pulls the leash, forcing her to come closer to him, and gently rubs her head. “It’s okay, Bunny. I’ll lube you up really good. Once you get used to it, I promise you’ll like it.”

She finally nods and climbs onto the bed, her ass pointing at him. Fuck, she’s hot. He has to resist the urge to fuck her again right there. He controls himself, and opens the lube, dripping it into the hole in her outfit, right over her asshole. He massages it in, enjoying the way she quivers and jerks away. He slides his other hand down and finds her clit, giving it a few quick strokes with his fingers. She makes the cutest little squeak he’s ever heard, her whole body jolting. He’s never seen a woman with such a sensitive pussy before, and he loves it. 

She looks back at him over her shoulder. “A-are you done yet?”

“Nope,” he says, holding the tail up to his face, running his tongue over the plug. She watches as he coats it thoroughly with his saliva, her face looking more and more embarrassed. “Now, relax your body. I’m putting it in.”

She turns away, facing forward again. Her hands are gripping the sheets tightly. He wishes she would just relax. But he can’t wait forever, so he spreads her cheeks with his fingers and lines the tail up with her hole. It slides in easily, and she only makes a few quiet whimpers. The hole in the outfit has a cute bow attached at the back, which fastens around the tail, keeping it securely in. 

“It’s in,” he says, stepping back. 

For a few seconds, she doesn’t move an inch, then she gradually moves off the bed and stands beside it. She keeps trying to turn and look at her ass. “It feels weird,” she tells him. 

“You’ll get used to it,” he responds. “Turn around and wiggle your tail for me.”

She gives him another one of those looks, the kind she used to give him in high school when he swiped her notebook from her desk and made her beg him to give it back. It riles him up even now. 

Still looking half angry, half mortified, she turns to face away from him and gives the tiniest shake of her ass. 

“Oh come on, you can do better than that! Wiggle!” He gives the leash a little tug, just to urge her on. 

She glances back at him again, then sighs and bends over slightly, showing off her round ass. Then she wiggles it properly, the bunny tail wagging in the air, her thick thighs and ass jiggling in the cutest way. 

Fuck, he can’t hold back. She’s way too fucking adorable. 

He jerks the leash, pulling her to him, right up against his body. Ah, she’s so soft! But his cock is so hard it feels like it’s about to explode. 

“Get on your knees,” he says, almost breathless, “and open your mouth.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, a blush creeping over her features. But she’s an obedient pet, so she carefully lowers herself to her knees, making sure not to disrupt the tail. By the time he has his dick out, she’s waiting with her mouth open, just like he wanted. 

She’s perfect. 

There’s no hesitation when she wraps her plump lips around his cock, her wet tongue gliding over his tip. She has one hand at the base of his shaft, stroking to the same rhythm as her lips, and the other hand gently squeezing his balls. 

Gojo can’t help but groan. “Holy fuck, how does a virgin learn to suck cock like this?”

She pulls back and looks up at him, strings of saliva connecting her mouth to his tip. “I’ve done this before,” she says, then goes back to sucking him off, taking him so deep he hits the back of her throat. 

He can’t take his eyes off her, watching her head bob back and forth, hearing the wet sounds she’s making. The girl he’s wanted for so many years, the girl he’s been crazy over, is on her knees in front of him, deep throating his cock. It’s the best feeling in the whole world. 

It’s occurred to Gojo that she’s not aware of his feelings for her, now or even back in high school. He’ll tell her at some point. Right now, he’s kind of turned on by the idea of her thinking it’s a one-sided thing, of her pining away for him. It makes teasing her so much more fun. 

“You must be loving this,” he says, grinning when her eyes shift up to his face. “The guy you thought you had no shot with has his cock in your mouth.”

She lowers her eyes, but doesn’t stop. He liked it better when she looked up at him, but her tongue on the underside of his dick feels so amazing, he can barely think straight. 

He holds out as long as he can, wanting to stretch this out for as long as possible. She just looks so hot like this, submissively pleasing him, the bunny tail sticking out behind her, those huge tits bouncing as she moves her head back and forth. But her mouth feels way too good. 

“Ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum in your mouth!”

He doesn’t feel her try to pull away, but just in case, he grips the leash and holds her in place while he fills her mouth. 

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You don’t struggle as Gojo’s warm, sticky cum shoots down your throat. This is the one sexual act you have experience with, so at least it doesn’t shock you. 

Glancing up at him, you hate just how physically perfect he is. Why does this asshole have to be so beautiful? He smells wonderful, his scent almost intoxicating. Even his cum is delicious. 

He uses the leash to pull you upwards, to your feet, then he rubs the top of your head, between the white fluffy ears, and says, “Good bunny!”

This is degrading. You feel like crying, and you feel deeply ashamed that you actually enjoyed sucking his cock. It even made you wet. What is wrong with you? Maybe some weak, pathetic part of you really does feel lucky that such a beautiful man is even wiling to touch you. 

After the two of you clean up, Gojo says, “Let’s go get breakfast.”

“Okay. I’ll get dressed,” you reply. 

He gives you a strange look. “You’re already dressed.”

You look at him with horror. “You want me to wear this?! Where other people can see?!”

“Why do you think I had you put it on?” he asks. 

“But… the tail…”

“What about it?”

You squirm uncomfortably. “It’s hard to walk with this thing in.”

He grins. “Pets don’t walk around on two legs, silly Bunny.” Then he jangles the leash. 

“Please don’t tell me I have to hop,” you say, exasperated. 

“No, not hop. I tried that once with another bunny and she pulled a muscle. Poor thing. But you do have to crawl,” he says. Then he smiles brightly. “Suguru and Nanami will be so surprised to see you!”

“Oh God, I forgot about them! I can’t wear this out there! I look gross!” Your voice is getting more panicked. This is hell. The three hottest guys you went to school with are going to be seeing you in this skin tight outfit! You cross your arms over your chest and stomach, feeling hideous. 

Gojo tilts his head as he looks you up and down. “Gross? But you look so squeezable! They’re gonna be jealous!”

There he goes, being sarcastic again. He must think this is funny. “It’s too embarrassing,” you say. 

“Oh don’t worry about that!” Gojo says with a laugh. “Suguru makes his doll walk around stark naked! She doesn’t even wear socks. Now that’s embarrassing!”

“That sounds awful,” you say, reconsidering your earlier assumption that Geto would have been better. 

“We have this little game we play when he gets a new doll. I pretend to harass her and try to touch her so he can swoop in and be all, ‘Don’t touch my doll!’ and make her think he’s protective.”

“Wow, I didn’t realize he’s such a manipulative person,” you tell him. The Geto you remember was a fairly nice, chill guy. Maybe he just seemed that way compared to Gojo. Not that you knew him all that well. 

“Nanami lets his dolls wear whatever, but he makes them call him Daddy and he spanks them with his belt when they misbehave.”

You shudder. “Ugh, cringe.”

“I know, right?” Gojo laughs. 

You snicker too, and then catch yourself. Why are you standing here talking to him like he really is an old friend? 

If he notices the shift in your mood, he doesn’t let on. He’s still grinning like an idiot as he opens the door. “Okay, get on your hands and knees like a good pet.”

You sigh dejectedly and get down on the floor. This is going to be humiliating, but at least everyone here is used to Gojo and his bullshit, so they won’t be surprised. And at least you’re not totally naked. 

He leads you down the hall, walking slowly to give you time to keep up with him as he holds your leash. Luckily the hallway is carpeted, so it’s relatively soft under your knees, but the tail still feels strange in your ass. You dread reaching the dining room, being seen by strangers and old classmates alike. But you don’t have a choice, so you might as well get it over with. 

In the dining room, Gojo leads you past a few tables, past a few strangers who don’t even glance at you. He stops at a table where Geto is sitting with his completely nude doll. Her face is bright red. 

“Look who’s here,” Gojo says, pulling up the leash so that you have to raise up slightly. “It’s Chubby Bunny! You remember her, right Suguru?”

Geto looks surprised. “Yes, I remember her,” he says, his gaze shifting from you to Gojo. 

You hear Gojo calling Nanami over, and soon the blonde man is standing in front of you, looking extremely uncomfortable. 

“She’s my new doll,” Gojo announces cheerfully. “Isn’t that funny?”

Nanami gives you a pitying glance. “I see. How unfortunate for you,” he says to you before walking away. 

Geto and Gojo are speaking quietly to each other, and you hear Geto say, “This is a bad idea. You can’t control yourself when it comes to her and you know it.”

“It’s fine,” Gojo tells him. “I’m being professional.”

You shudder. What sort of bullying does Geto think his friend will put you through? 

Gojo eventually leads you to a table and then gets food for both of you. He puts some food, steamed vegetables, in the palm of his hand and holds it out to you. “Here, eat.”

You think this is weird, but you reach out your hand to take a piece. 

Gojo pulls his hand back. “No no, eat out of my hand.”

You grimace, but realize he’s not going to let this go. So you lean forward and use your tongue to scoop some food into your mouth. Gojo watches you with a pleased expression. “Don’t worry, when we’re alone in my room, you can eat whatever you want. We’ll just do it this way in the dining hall.”

So this is just about embarrassing you and making you feel low. You’re not surprised. You spend the rest of the meal eating out of Gojo’s hand, wondering when he’s going to eat anything himself. When it’s over, he leads you back to his room and hooks your leash to his nightstand again. 

“I’m gonna go grab us some real food,” he says. “I’ll be right back.”

With no other option, not even able to sit down with the tail in, you stand there in his room while he leaves. 

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In the kitchen, Gojo is grabbing a double armload of snacks when Geto confronts him. 

“Are you out of your mind?” Geto demands, his hand on the counter. “You’re not supposed to get attached to dolls you train, and here you are training the girl you were in love with in high school!”

Gojo is clutching the snacks. “Suguru, I’m keeping her.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not. She’s everything I dreamed she would be. She’s so soft and cute and you wouldn’t believe the blowjob she gave me this morning! Her tongue is like magic!”

Geto frowns. “I’d rather not hear that kind of stuff about two of my former classmates. Anyway, keep in mind that she has the right to refuse. It’s in her contract.”

“She won’t,” Gojo says quickly. “Why would she? She admitted she liked me in high school.”

“In high school, not now. And even then it was probably only before you started bullying her.”

Gojo scoffs. “That wasn’t so bad. I just teased her.”

Geto narrows his eyes. “Satoru, you tripped her in the hallway and made her fall in front of everyone. Among many other things.”

“I tripped you and Haibara all the time! I was just joking around!”

“It’s different with girls,” Geto says. “Remember when you tripped Shoko?”

Gojo looks down with a pouty expression. “She smashed my sunglasses.”

“Yeah, and she was your friend.”

Gojo looks back up. “That all happened so long ago. I’m sure Chubby Bunny is over it by now.”

“Just try to think things through,” Geto tells him. “From her perspective, she’s now the sex slave of her former bully. This is probably a nightmare for her.”

Gojo smirks. “It didn’t seem so nightmarish when she was moaning and cumming last night.”

Geto turns around. “Alright, I’m done. Just think about what I said.”

Several days later, Gojo still hasn’t popped Chubby Bunny’s cherry. He knows she wants him to. In the heat of some of their intimate moments, she’s asked him to. He wants to literally more than anything, but he wants her to beg for it. The very thought of it makes his dick throb. 

Presently, he has her spread out on his bed like a buffet. She’s wearing nothing but the collar, bunny ears, and a pair of thigh high stockings, the rest of her on display for him. She’s lying on her back, her hands tied behind her. She’s blindfolded, and her legs are spread far apart, bent up at the knees, her body partially folded. 

She’s twitching as he pumps a large pink dildo in and out of her ass. He loves having her in this position, her tits jutting out and bouncing as she jerks, her pussy totally exposed and defenseless. With his free hand he runs his thumb up her slit, loving the way it glistens with her arousal. When he parts the flesh and strokes her quivering clit, her body nearly jumps off the bed. She’s so so so sensitive! Playing with her body is the most fun Gojo has ever had. 

Being blindfolded, all her other senses must be heightened. She’s breathing hard as his thumb continuously rubs her delicate little nub, her mouth making the sweetest cries he’s ever heard. 

“Does my cute bunny want me to fuck her tight little cunt?” he asks, still plunging the dildo into her other hole. 

She nods, her body shaking like a leaf. 

“Want my huge cock stuffed into this virgin pussy?” 

“Y-yes!”

He keeps rubbing her clit, watching her come undone, the pleasure overtaking her. She’s at her cutest like this, so overwhelmed by stimulation that she starts crying. He can see tears leaking out beneath the blindfold. 

“You’re gonna have to ask for it, Chubby Bunny,” he says, lowering his voice. 

She squirms under his touch. “Please,” she whispers. 

“Please… what?”

She lets out a sob. “Please… fuck me!”

He grins. “I’m already fucking you. Be more specific.”

“Please… fuck my pussy with your cock!”

He stares down at her trembling form, thinking it’s the most beautiful sight on earth. The woman he’s craved all this time is crying in his bed, begging for his cock. He has to be inside her, soon, or he just might cum in his pants. 

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You’re a complete mess. Gojo has reduced you to this. You’re lying here, shaking, tied up, totally helpless, your body being pleasured relentlessly while your heart is tormented. You don’t even know who you are anymore. The most pitiful, disgusting side of yourself has emerged, desperate for this man to fuck you. 

You feel him pulling off your blindfold, and your breath hitches. You wish he’d left it on. You don’t want to look into those haunting eyes anymore. But the blindfold is gone, and you open your eyes to find his face inches from yours, looking like a heavenly being. 

He’s not smirking or grinning right now. He’s staring at you, his perfect lips slightly parted, his hair messy, his cheeks slightly pink. He looks into your teary eyes and then kisses you on the lips, gently. Then he slides down, pulls the dildo out, and tosses it aside. He leans his face down, holding your slick folds open with his fingers, and begins licking your clit. 

You jerk, arching your back, screaming in ecstasy. His tongue glides all over it, his saliva mixing with your arousal, making you absolutely drenched. And when you’re right on the edge of cumming, he stops and pulls back. You look at him with pleading eyes, and he gives you a kind, warm smile. It’s not the smug grin he usually wears. 

“I had to make sure you’re nice and slippery,” he says. “I don’t want to hurt my Bunny.”

You know what that means. He’s finally going to fuck you for real! He scoots back onto his knees and opens his pants, hurrying to pull out his massive cock. Then he moves closer to you, pulling your legs onto his shoulders and bending you even more. 

You gasp as you feel his cock begin to enter you. At first it’s going in easily, but at some point it starts to hurt. It’s not unbearable pain, but an ache that spreads from your pussy and up to your lower abdomen. And he’s still going deeper, as if he wants to fuck directly into your heart. 

You squirm beneath him, and he puts a hand on your face, making you look at him, at those damned eyes. “Feel it? Feel me inside you?”

“Yes,” you squeak out. “It… it hurts… it’s too big.”

You feel him push even deeper in, and then he groans. “Fuck… I’m all the way in… so fucking tight…” Then he locks eyes with you again. “Now that I’m in, what do you want me to do?”

“Ah… f-fuck me…”

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice so lovely in your ear. “If I start fucking you now, I might wreck this poor little pussy.”

Your mind feels cloudy. You don’t care anymore. You don’t care if he hurts you. All you want, right now, is to be fucked by him. “Wreck me,” you say between ragged breaths. “Ruin me!”

You hear him inhale sharply, and his eyes seem to shimmer as he looks down at you. “I’ll ruin you,” he says huskily. And in a voice so low you can barely hear him, he adds, “Because you’re mine.”

He fucks you then, plunging in and out of you, stretching you to the limit, holding your face still with his hand to make you maintain eye contact while his other hand squeezes whatever flesh it can find. Your brain can barely process whether it hurts or feels amazing. His hard body is pressed against you, his skin creating friction against your sensitive clit as he pounds into you, flooding your senses. 

You hear his voice, saying something incomprehensible. It sounds like, “You’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine”. He kisses you again, devouring your mouth, and pulls back in time to watch your face as you cum, staring into your eyes. When he cums minutes later, he does so deeply inside you. 

He pulls out slowly. His pretty pale cock is coated in a thin layer of sticky red blood, mixed with your cum and his. He pants for a minute, still staring at you, like he can’t take his eyes off you. 

Still in his bed instead of the pet bed, you fall asleep before even cleaning up. 

Over the next few days, Gojo fucks you constantly, in one hole or another. Your body is growing to crave his touch, crave the pleasure he gives you. But your heart is in turmoil. 

One day, as you’re stepping out of the bathroom in your pajamas before bed, you start to feel dizzy, lightheaded. You’ve had spells of anemia for years now, and you groan as you grip Gojo’s dresser. You don’t want to faint here, in front of him. You hate showing him even more of your weaknesses. But the room is going dark, and you feel like you’re falling. 

You hear Gojo’s voice. It sounds distant. 

“Chubby Bunny? Are you okay? What’s wrong? Hey!”

You think you feel two strong arms wrap around you as the room goes completely black. 

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[eshayteaparty]

Priceless (weeks, years, decades searching for you).

~Fandom(s): Hazbin Hotel

~Warning(s): swearing, tooth-decaying fluff, some angst (painful memories)

~Ship(s): Lucifer x f!reader 

~Word count: 2,630

~In which Charlie has decided to host a ball in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel in hopes of attracting new sinners to a party, and neither you nor Lucifer have a partner for the night’s festivities- bringing you together and opening him up.

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Since the start of the trust exercises programme in the Hazbin Hotel, Charlie had been seeing…less changes in her ‘clients’ than she would’ve hoped for. Steady changes, but minimal ones, easily reversed by one bad trip. 

This is what inspired her to host at a different time- games during the night, instead of the day, when people were busy. Like…a party. 

A ball.

When she had told Lucifer about this idea, he had been overjoyed. He had loved the celebration gracing the halls when the new hotel had finished being rebuilt, and had strived to keep up the positivity around the hotel as much as his daughter was. He had organised the ball with Charlie five minutes after she had suggested it, creating a whole poster on their collective ideas. Once they had a date that suited all who resided in the hotel- which just happened to be that same night- the plan was afoot.

Naturally, some sinners there asked each other to the ball, that along the lines of Charlie to Vaggie, Husk to Angeldust (which came as a shock to most), and Mimzy to Alastor, who was rejected and asked Rosie to have his hand instead. The sweet, platonic proposal led to a quarter of Cannibal Town attending as well, which of course meant some…’diverse’ decisions had to be made about the food. 

Despite playing a large part in organising the festivities, Lucifer hadn’t found a partner of his own to accompany him. Originally he was going to ask Charlie for a dance with his daughter, whom he found out was very much occupied. Aside from that, he couldn’t really think of anybody else. He even planned to ask Alastor for shits and giggles. 

You had tossed your coin into the pond, hoping for a slice of luck or good karma, but unfortunately, it seemed that people outside of the hotel weren’t exactly easily-approached. Even timid, Sir ‘I’m having sex with everyone here’ Pentious had managed to score a date- but that was fair, you supposed. Why wouldn’t Cherry accept after that loving kiss on ex-extermination day?

For the past couple hours of the day, you had been distracting yourself with helping Charlie and Lucifer with decorations.You knew he was single, but you hadn’t allowed yourself to shoot your shot, one out of respect for Lilith, the woman ever present on Lucifer’s ring finger, and two because Lucifer had loudly announced his partner was to be…Razzle. You had felt your heart sink. You were there, you talked to him more often than not, and you were yet not enough of a companion to be acknowledged more than an air headed goat guardian. 

As you were hanging streamers, trying to get your predicament out of your head in favour of the promise of delicious food on the table that night, you felt a tap on your shoulder, and were swiftly met with the smiling, slightly sweaty face of the princess morning star.

“Y/n! Hey, don’t you want to go get ready?” Charlie herself was dressed in a beautiful crimson suit, even shinier than her battle costume. You smiled wistfully at the sight of her outfit.

You shake your head. “I’m not gonna stick around tonight, princess. I’ll be sleeping during the ball.”

Charlie looks mortified, and you hate to see her frown, even more so than the own one etched into your face. “But you have to come, y/n!” she presses on, and shakes you by the shoulders, making you a little winded. “At least tell me why not!”

“Because I don’t have anybody, Charlie!” The words come out before you can stop them, loud and shaky. “Nobody wants to go with me to this fuckin’ thing!” you sigh, looking down at your clenched hands and starting to walk away. “I’m better off on the side. Bein’ backstage was always my thing anyway.” 

As this conversation was going down, Lucifer had been working on the other side of the room, talking with Rosie- they had struck an unlikely friendship, resulting from manners and mutual respect. His eyes had gone wide as he had recognised the sound of you in distress, and as he watches you move hastily up the stairs, he feels his heart flutter. If only he was braver, he would’ve asked you in a tick.

With this mentality hammered in, he shakes Rosie’s hand and follows you up the stairs, down the hallway to where he’s memorised the location of your room- it isn’t hard to find you either way, and you slammed the door shut loud enough that it resonated through the first floor. He peeks through the crack in your door, his eyes meeting your back as you lie in a ball on your bed. Seeing you so demotivated makes him feel just as sluggish. With you usually being so uplifting and genuine, this is an unwelcome change.

He steps inside quietly, remembering you had said once that he was welcome any time, and he doesn’t greet you at first. Instead, he sifts discreetly through your open closet, biting his bottom lip.

“You don’t have any dresses, my dear.” His tone comes out as soft and caring. He holds out a few pieces of long fabric from your hanging clothing, thinking at first they’d be something fit for a ballroom, but the fanciest thing he can find is a dark, navy blazer with missing buttons. He turns to look at you on your bed. “I thought you might have at least a few.”

“I don’t need them.” you say raspily, wiping away lingering tear tracks from your cheeks. “I d-don’t go to clubs.”

He tuts gently at you, disappointed by this revelation. “Is it just because of how you identify? If that was the case, I’d imagine you have a suit, instead…don’t you?”

You sit up on your bed, huffing. “Why are you even in here?”

Lucifer simply smiles at you, hoping his expression appears comforting and not malicious. “I can’t have you missing out on his ball, darling. You were so very helpful in preparation. Your efforts simply shant go to waste.”

His eyes fall back on your closet, now looking for something different. “You certainly wear a lot of (colour).” he mutters, and a design forms in his head. He turns to you. “What size are you, darling?”

“Um…” you look down at yourself, a little embarrassed. “A…a (s/m/l)?” you just want him to get out already, but you’re alright to humour him for now. He looks you up and down, as if confirming for himself, and smiles softly. He presses his hands together, then slowly draws them apart, and soft, liquid gold light manifests between his fingertips. A soft, silky, beautiful (colour) dress, with off the shoulder, clear ruffle sleeves and a modest cut where your left thigh would be falls limp in his arms. He holds it up to you as your eyes soften with awe. 

“Is it to your liking, my dear?” he asks, bringing it over to you and holding it up by your body. “It’ll be a perfect fit, if my eyes aren’t deceiving me.”

You take the dress, biting your lip to suppress your giddy smile. “T-thankyou. Genuinely I…this is beautiful.” then you remember your predicament, and your expression tightens up again. “But I- I still don’t get why you’re doing this for me.”

Lucifer sighs fondly, coming forward to you and tilting your chin down so you have to meet his eyes. A nervous smile overtakes his lips. “Don’t you get it, my dear?” he asks gently. “I want you to accompany me to this ball. It doesn’t have to be a date yet, as I’m sorting out my own issues before I’m ready to….to cross that bridge again, but…I’d love for you to be mine for tonight.” he takes your hands into his own, holding them in his own, warm and safe. “Please.”

Lucifer, the boss of hell himself, devoted to a woman who left him years ago, has just asked you to a ball. Your heart starts to beat a little faster, and you nod, trying not to sniffle. “I wish you’d a-asked me sooner. I didn’t prepare anything because I d-didn’t plan to go.”

He looks guilty now. “I'm so sorry, dear. I was…nervous. I thought asking Razzle would be easier.” he chuckles, which causes your own laughter to swell in your chest.

The newfound joy in your heart makes you reconsider. It rekindles the flickering fire inside of you, the one that yearns for his company.

"I'll come. I can't say no, now. Not after you've....you made this outfit for me."

He beams at you. “Fantastic! Now get ready, my starlet. The ball has already begun!” he turns on his heel, just as giddy as you, and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him for your privacy.

You slip into the dress he had left on your closet door for you, and it fits just right, hugging your every curve and making you feel more beautiful than you ever had. Looking in the mirror you felt as if it were your wedding day, even though you were only attending a party in the lobby of the hotel you’re staying in. you do a quick face of makeup, patting your cheeks and squealing again when you see just how pretty you are again- and after collecting yourself, you slowly open your door, meeting the glistening eyes of your date.

“You…” 

‘Your beauty is ethereal, my darling. If I could spend the rest of my immortal life gazing into your porcelain eyes, I would trade in all that I own for it. You make me feel something I haven’t since…her’. 

He shakes his head free of those thoughts. Overkill. 

“You look breathtaking, my dear.” He offers out his hand, and you take it. “Away we go.” 

As the two of you leave the hallway and descend the stairs, you can feel eyes start to fall on you. Somehow, so much time had passed during your chat with King Morningstar, that the sky outside has already dimmed to the smokey grey of passing clouds. You smile shyly down at your friends and acquaintances below, feeling your cheeks heat up as you approach them at the last step. “Hi guys.”

Charlie and Angeldust come for you at once, breaking you out of Lucifer’s tender hold, and you squeak as they wrap you up in a warm embrace. 

“You’re fuckin’ owning it, toots!” Angeldust gently tugs on your transparent sleeve. “Holy hell! It’s only a party, doll!”

“It’s t-too much?” you ask slowly, seeking encouragement. Your friends are right there to give you just that.

“Never!” he says hastily. “Never too much. You’re beautiful.” Angel stoops down a little, pecking you on the forehead before turning away and trotting back over to Husker. You’re left with Charlie, who still hasn’t let you go.

“I-I know this is just a…a party…y/n…but…” her words grow heavy, and you come to find out she’s crying- you cuddle her back, as Lucifer’s arm winds itself around your lower back. “I-I’d be h-happy if you wanted to pursue my dad.”

Hearing this makes your heartbeat flicker. Words can be so strong, no matter how loud- and hers were uttered in only a whisper, in fear of her making her Dad feel guilty over his decisions in the past again. You nod, and sniffle yourself, cuddling her tighter as you express gratitude for her blessing. “You’re a real gem, Charlotte. Thank you so much.” 

She sighs, and embraces her dad, whispering to him too before walking back to join Vaggie and wiping her eyes. Lucifer takes your hand again, leading you towards the floor where Rosie is waiting. She sweeps you up into a hug, twirling you and making you shriek at her pure strength. 

“Oh my stars, y/n!” she hollers, her sharp teeth making her smile all the more brighter. “Ya look like royalty right here!” 

“Thank you.” you reply, your voice shaking with happiness. You fiddle with the slit in the dress just above your knee. “Lucifer designed it for me.”

Rosie kisses your cheeks, then bends down towards Lucifer, shaking both of his hands. “You’ve done her justice, ya highness! Look at this! Are we sure she ain’t one of Adam’s exes?”

Both you and Lucifer end up laughing at this, and he shakes his head, running his hand up your back. “I’m sure,” he says softly, with a cheeky undertone, “she was mine from the start, Miss Rosie.” 

Rosie opens her mouth to say more, but the music has changed to a slow dance. She gasps, overjoyed. “That’s the couple’s queue! I gotta find Alastor!” she tucks your hair behind your ears, smiling at you. “I hope to see ya dancin’, lovey!~ ta ta!” she picks up her own burgundy gown, and hurries off, her heels clacking as the slow, romantic song starts to blare out around the lobby and couples take each other in their arms. 

Lucifer looks up at you, holding out his hand. 

“Would you care to dance with me, y/n?”

You smile softly, and take his shoulders in your hands, his own around your waist. He walks you around the room, twirling you rhythmically to the beat of the music and looking up at you like he’s just seen the northern lights for the very first time, dancing in his vision. He moves you with grace and care, as if you were made of glass in the window of a church. Stained with a messy, tragic story, but formatted in the glossy, unmatchable shape and beauty of an abstract mosaic. In his eyes, you were priceless. 

You long to kiss him, you truly do. You long to have your lips on yours, but the shiny, year-old band on his finger is a harrowing reminder- this is all supposed to be platonic.

He can sense that you’re feeling down. He can see it in your eyes; the way your demeanour droops like a wilting flower. He gently angles your chin back to where it was, just so he can see your eyes again. 

“What weighs on your soul, my dear?”

“I…” you swallow, holding him a little tighter. “I’m sorry. I’m selfish, aren’t I? I-I want-” your breath gets stuck in your throat, like hot toffee has blocked up your oesophagus. “I want to…kiss you. But I know I can’t.”

Lucifer’s thoughts start to tick by a mile a minute. A kiss. You genuinely want to kiss him, to take that next step. For him, though, it’d be a leap. A leap away from what he knows. From what he trusts. From the last decade he’s lived, the changes made up until this point all threadbare. Away from the day his nightmare became reality, seven years ago.

Away from Lilith.

He fidgets with the golden chain around his finger for only a moment, before the music starts to swell. To pick up, from piano to mezzo forte. 

In that moment, the beat is only one of the three things that drops. 

The second one is his facade. The one he’s put up for years. The one of hope, the one of happiness, the one that told the few people he held a little closer than a distance that he was alright. He was fine. Occupied by the physical silence, but driven crazy by the uneven orchestra bashing cymbals in his skull every day of his life, a constant symphony of grief and regret. Rubbed out. Erased. 

He was not fine.

But the third and final thing to drop was you. Up on his hip, your back pressing against his left forearm as he lowered you by the floor and blossomed anew, pressing his mouth to yours with longing that had lasted for just under a decade, though it had felt like the span of an entire lifetime. 

And in that moment, he was.

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This took me so long to write, but I hope you guys like it because I think it’s genuinely beautiful. Thank you for reading this and please repost it to spread it around if you want. Xx

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[katz-chow]

drunkenly in love

domestic life is a blessing whenever you’re around—even if it’s simon fetching you from the club your friends had convinced you to go to. with your charming looks it was easy to get drinks…finishing them all was a different story.

so here you are, being dragged and practically lifted into your shared home. you stumbled, the world being warped and taken from your feet. you grumbled “si, carry me…”. and like a good husband he did, pulling you into his arms and carrying into your shared bedroom.

you hum in content as he sets you down on the plush pillows. closing your eyes, you waited for a quick slumber to pass you. however, simon knew better than to leave you in your party outfit, you would kill him.

“come on, love. work with me here…” he whispered softly, wiggling your shoes off and letting them hit the hardwood. you grumble again, but sat up enough to get him to take off your shoes. he looked at you in triumph after they were off and stroked your cheek. “how about you tell me about your adventure, hmm?” he prompted to keep you awake, knowing you love to chatter.

he was right. a smile formed on your lips as you started. “there was a guy hitting on meeee” you giggle. he takes off your outfit. “he was like touching my arm and buying me drinks and everything!” you exaggerated, throwing your arms up. he grabs your wrist gently; your excitement isn’t helping him get you changed.

“is that so?” he said, only half listening. he was more focused on putting on your sweats and your (his) hoodie. afterwards, he carried you into the bathroom and settled you down on the countertop. you hand him your make up wipes and he started to wipe your face of the make up.

you smiled under his touch and closed your eyes. “yeahh…i made him buy drinks for the whole table!! and he did!” you said opening your eyes and gesturing all around.

simon stopped your hands. “and then what, love? what did you do?”

you giggle and lifted your left hand. “i showed him this! he looked a bit disappointed…”

the make up wipe was spoiled, but your skin was clean. now just for the skincare routine. “uh oh…he didn’t do anything rude right? you didn’t have to kill him?”

you handed him the first step to your routine and dragged your finger down the line of products, all stacked up together. “i’m not a killer, simon!” you crossed your arms and huffed falsely. “i’m a medic, duh.”

that was wrong. he has seen you kill, it’s in your job— and damn were you good at it. but as much as you killed, you also saved; that’s exactly how he met you too. he knew better than to argue with you. “oh of course not, you don’t kill people, i got it.”

“yeah exactly that. i couldn’t even kill it i wanted to!” serums were next to apply.

oh right, eye cream, yes. simon thought to himself as he chuckled and shakes his head. “silly girl…” he mumbled, applying the cooling cream to your closed eyes.

you got quiet for a bit when it was face oil time. you giggled though, couldn’t hold this back even if you were sober.

“what’s got you giggling like that, hmm?”

“nothing!” you said a bit too quick, hand almost shielding your face.

he took your wrist away from your face. “what is it, darling?”

“i like when…you call me…that.”

“call you what?”

“silly girl”

he laughs and kisses your forehead as he rubs in the moisturizer into your soft, slightly flushed face. whether the color present was due to your drunken state or his nickname for you was all up to debate. “you are my silly girl, always” he lifts you up and lays you down on the warmth of your shared bedding.

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Request: "...could I request something with Charles where she unofficially styles him? Like it’s not her job or anything like that, but she’s just super fashionable and either she subtly hints or Charles asks for help (love the mouse, but those red quali pants need to go; they obvi have no luck🙄) and it starts off slow like over the season his style just kinda evolves; still very Charles but just more fashionable. He’s giving Lewis and Guanyu a run for their money for most stylish. They’re either not publicly dating or maybe they just keep it off social media. And maybe Lewis or a reporter question Charles about the change, if he’s working with a new stylist. And he’s get all quiet and blushes, and he’s like “yea, my gf has been helping me out”. And then they turn up to the paddock together and it’s just a fashion show."

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Black Fashionista!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k words and a lot of smau

Warning: Twitter environment, maybe a passive aggressive insta comment, but it's a a lot of fluff and cute outfits 🥰

A/N: Yay!! My first F1 request!!! This was a request from @flowerchild-96 that was SOOO FUN to do! It took a lot of brain power, but that's just because I wanted to make it as perfect as possible because they have been so kind and so patient with me. It is very dynamic so hopefully I labeled the sections okay. Anyway, I hope I did your request justice @flowerchild-96, and I hope everyone like it!!💖💛💖💛

A/N 2: All of the pictures used for the smau portions are all from pinterest and are not my own product.

A/N 3: Fais de beaux rêves, mon amour. = Sweet dreams, my love.

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Australian Grand Prix

   “What time will you be back, mon amour?” Charles calls to you from the bathroom in the bedroom of your guys hotel room.

   “I’m gonna try and be back no later than 5. What time is the get together-thing Carlos planned?” You finish swiping on lip gloss before heading back to where your boyfriend was.

   “It is at 7… what?” He looks up to see the disdain painted on your face. An automatic reflex to his qualifying day outfit. “What?”

   “Those pants, baby.” You lean against the door frame and look your boyfriend up and down, taking in the all red attire he had on.

   “I wear them on quali day.” He shrugs off his words and saunters over to you, wrapping his arm around you and briefly reaching to move a misplaced curl on your head.

   “I know. But you and I both know, with the Ferrari shirt, they’re an eye sore.” You put your lips in a pout, which only incentivizes Charles to kiss your poked out bottom lip.

   “But they are my lucky pants.” His comment was playfully matter of fact, hoping it convinces you to let him go just one more time.

   “Don't look at me like that. Your charm can only get you so far.” You quickly kiss him then gesture to the pants. “Take ‘em off.” With a huff they were removed, but when he went to hand them to you, you were gone and in the closet which had all of the clothes you two brought for the week. You flip through the hangers, pulling out a few items and then head back to Charles. “Here, lets try something new.” You gingerly pluck the pants from his hands and hand him the hangers, then head back to the closet to pick out shoes. Once he was fully dressed, you stood back and admired your work. “How do you like it?” You grandiose aura dimmed a little, now worried about how much you imposed.

   “This looks really good!” He turned to look at himself in the mirror, admiring the outfit from different angles.

   “Yeah?” The smile returns to your face as the pace of your heart slows back down to base level.

   “Of course, mon amour. I don’t know why you are worried, considering what you do for work.” He walks back over to you and leaves a lingering kiss at your hair line.

   “I guess dressing my extremely famous Formula 1 Ferrari Racing driver boyfriend feels like there are more immediate repercussions than directing wardrobe for photoshoots that can be redone and fashion shows that are planned ahead of time.” You instinctively reach for his hair to fix it a bit, and in an equally instinctive moment, Charles stays still for you to do so, tipping his head down slightly giving you a better angle. “This is a nice outfit on you. Adds to a 'soft boy' image you've got going on.”

   “I don’t know how to feel about that.” A content grin grows across his face as his eyes watched you closely.

   “Warm and fuzzy.” You fiddle a bit more with his clothes before removing the red pants from the bend of your arm and walk into the bathroom, coming back with a small pair of scissors. You bend back the waistband of the pants, enough to get the scissors in between the seams, cut a rectangular piece from the bright red fabric and hand it to Charles.

   “Why-” He doesn't finish his thought as his eyes goes from you, tossing the old pair of pants to your suitcase in the corner, to the piece of fabric.

   “So you can keep the luck.” The corner of his mouth curls subtly as he tucked the fabric into his phone case, then turns attention to the tossed pants, his adorably confused face causing you to walk over to him this time, giving him a couple quick pecks on the lips. “I’m gonna use the rest to make something for me. This is also my way of telling you that from now on, I am really gonna commit to being there for each quali from now on. I’ll be your little extra luck on the side.” The thoughtfulness of your simple gesture left Charles speechless, his brain only capable of making him lightly push his fingers just into you curls, directing your face to his in order to kiss you hard and deep, something that he has wanted to do since he laid eyes on you that morning. 

   “You’re so cute.” You scrunch your nose at his endearing comment, earning a light kiss on the nose. “Thank you, mon amour.” Without moving away from you, he releases a hand from your hair to look at his watch. “We better get going.” He suggests, without moving a muscle, and you agree also not moving a muscle. You both stay still, delighting in the calm quiet of the hotel room, enjoying just each other’s company for a moment longer before having to face the world.

   You let out a deep breath, purely for the purpose of getting one last huff of your boyfriend’s intoxicating cologne. “Alright, let’s do this.”

Miami Grand Prix

Miami, Friday Night, Hotel Room

You get up from your criss cross position on the hotel bed and head to the bathroom, sitting yourself on the closed toilet to talk to Charles, who was finishing his shower.

"I think we've been found out." You continue looking at your phone as Charles turns off the water to the shower and reaches out to grab a towel. "Darn it. I wanted a show." You pout, looking at your sopping wet boyfriend as he steps from the shower, towel wrapped around his waist.

"Not this time, mon amour." His shy chuckle to the comment only makes him sexier, but unfortunately he brings up the more important matter at hand. "What do you mean 'We've been found out'?" You show him the tweet on your phone, watching his countenance morph as he read. "I see."

"Yeah." You lock your phone and place it on your thigh, then you both wait for the other to say something.

"Well, they would have figured it out eventually." You nod at Charles point without looking at him, a million thoughts running through your head, but one thought in particular seemed to stick more than the others. What will this be like outside of our protective little bubble?

"I'm not gonna panic if you're not gonna panic." You held intense eye contact, trying to let him know telepathically that this was more you asking 'Should we panic?'

"Don't panic." He comes over and straightens out the silk scarf wrapped around your head before giving you a short peck on the lips. "It just means we can finally post embarrassing pictures of each other."

"Okaaay then." You give Charles a lingering kiss on his shoulder before leaving the bathroom so he could finish getting ready for bed without any uninhibited distractions.

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charles_leclerc Mon amour ❤️🥵 ↳fearlessferrari I feel like we're intruding on something🫣 leclerc4merc Charles really bagged a baddie this time 🔥 pierregasly I'm still mad at u ↳theconsultantyn You and Kika obviously had a fine time without us ↳pierregasly 🥺 qualichampion This is her, police. The one who got rid of the red pants

Monaco Grand Prix

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charles_leclerc Spending time with the ones you love is the best way to get ready for your home race. Trust me ❤️🇮🇩

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ynleclerc16 Charles, you're great, but please tell Yn to be in love with me instead ↳ynleclerc16 or at least help me with my style 😭 ↳charles_leclerc Sorry she's mine for both 🤷🏼‍♂️ ↳ynleclerc16 AH HE ANSWERED!!!!! theconsulantyn @arthur_leclerc I'll never forgive you for cheating in uno ↳arthur_leclerc I did not cheat ↳theconsultantyn YOU PUT A DRAW 4 ON TOP OF A DRAW 2 YOU COWARD forzafanatic Your outfits lately have been 😚🤌🏼 charlos1655 AHAHAHAAHA THE SHIRT ↳charlos1655 AH NO I JUST SAW THE MUG!1!!

Monaco Paddock, Post-qualifying

As you waited for Charles to get out of his debriefing meeting, you roamed around the paddock, saying hello to people you recognized, taking pictures with people who asked, and this went on until Lewis saw you from the Mercedes motorhome and called you over.

"Hey! How's it going?" He gives you a sweet side hug, a courtesy to keep your outfit nice.

"Fine. Everything is starting ramp up now with Fashion Week planning." Lewis was one driver, other than your boyfriend, that you loved talking to. You could see in his face that he was putting his entire focus on the conversation.

"Oh yeah. Are you just going to New York or...?" He left his question hanging and crossed his arms.

"New York and Milan. I need to style two shows for each week. I'm actually doing a Dior one in Milan. It'll be so cute, I really want to go back to true to form 1950's Christian Dior styling, but 1950's Italy." Lewis raises his eyebrows at your excitement then looks over your shoulder to see Charles slowly heading your way, stopping to talk to some Ferrari personnel, most likely about the race tomorrow.

"That's nice. Glad I'm gonna be there for that one." He waits for a moment for you type something out quickly on your phone. "Charles' fit was fire today. Come to think of it, he has been dressing differently lately..." He left the comment open ended, allowing you the opportunity to admit it was your doing, but you didn't budge, and soon Charles was there with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. The two drivers congratulate one another on their performance in the qualifying sessions, Charles starting P1 tomorrow and Lewis P3, then the conversation is directed back to Charles' clothes. "I was just telling Yn how much I've been liking your outfits lately. What's your secret, man?"

Charles, not so stealthily glanced at you and before pulling you closer. "That is for me to know and you to find out." That earned a laugh from the group and also doubled as the end of the conversation before goodbyes were said and everyone went their separate ways.

Italian Grand Prix

New York Fashion Week, Milan Fashion Week and Singapore Grand Prix

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ferrari02 Only a black woman could be behind Charles Leclerc's new fashion choices. We love 💞 carlossainz55 Of all the photos... ↳theconsultantyn What do you mean? You look beautiful 🥰 lilymhe My girlfriend 🥵😍🥵😍🥵🥵😍😍 ↳theconsultantyn Love you sweetheart 💋😘 ↳charles_leclerc Why is everyone trying to take my girlfriend? She's mine! 🥺 ↳lilymhe It's probably because of the upgrade she gave you, my love 😗

Milan, Italy 00:30 ; Suzuka, Japan 07:30; Qualifying Day

You prop your phone up on the nightstand next to your hotel bed and cuddle up further under the covers. "Charles? Baby, can you see me?"

"Oui, mon amour." He was holding his phone at the moment, pacing around as he admired your tired face. "You look tired."

"Ah, yes. Words every girl wants to here." You laugh at your own sarcasm, a heavenly soundtrack that he has missed for the past week with you being in Milan for Fashion Week.

"No, no. I mean, you've been working all day. You didn't have to help me with my outfit." Charles finally settled on proping his phone up on a lamp on the hotel desk, sitting in the accompanying desk chair. "I saw some of the pieces from the show by the way, beautiful as usual."

"Thank you, baby. Also, I know I don't have to help you. I want to. I like helping you with your outfits cause you let me put you in anything." You shift you pillow under your head a bit, then cuddle into it, wishing it was instead the firm chest of your boyfriend who you were looking at through the tiny screen on your phone.

"Because anything you put me in looks great, mon amour." The smile that Charles gives you starts the butterflies to fluttering in your stomach and increases the desire that you had for him to be with you now.

"Okay, okay. Enough flattery. Show me what you've got so far." Charles gets up from the chair and shows you what he had on, which currently was just a white t-shirt tucked into belted black baggy jeans.

"I just couldn't figure out what to wear on top, you know?" He messed with the way his shirt was tucked into his pants as you think.

"Mhm. Um," You laugh for a moment before you continue "Okay, I gonna take a wild guess and say that you saw what I packed in you're suitcase?"

"That, uh, cardigan with the flowers on it that I made fun of? Yeah, I saw it." He crosses his arms in defiance with a large playful grin plastered to his face.

"Do you think you could put that on for me, honeybun?" You pull out the sappy nickname you use when you ask for something from him that you know he would protest, it always softens him up. This time it was shown by the way he uncrossed his arms, rolled his eyes and walked off camera, coming back a minute later with the cardigan on, messing with it a bit. You hold in the exclamation you wanted to express on how good it looked on him and give him a moment to express his opinion. "Well...?"

He sighed. "It actually doesn't look that bad." The small smile that grows on his face prompts you to drop your worry and show your own bright, cheesy grin.

"Yay! I think you look adorable, baby! I like the cardigan look on you. You need to wear more." Your words trail off a bit as sleep begins to tug at your eyelids, but you force yourself to wake up, not wanting to end this moment yet.

"Great, now I will be wanting to buy every cardigan I see. Thanks." You both laugh at the joke before coming back to the topic of his outfit. "Um, shoes. What shoes?"

"The Forces should be fine. Just the plain white ones." He moves off camera again and your eyes start to close again. This time you realize fighting sleep would be futile, but inject one more piece of information. "Also, I booked a flight for later tomorrow so I can be out there for the race."

"Oh, mon amour, that's wonderful! You have no idea how much I've missed you." Once he gets back to his phone he sees that you were nearly asleep, shocked when he gets a mumbled response from you.

"I've missed you too." After this comment you fully succumbed to sleep, mouth hanging open and a small snore starting to produce.

"Fais de beaux rêves, mon amour." He takes a minute to watch you just sleep. He always loved to see the peace that settles over your face. You were always so busy, so seeing you sleep was the one moment when he knew that you were finally taking the time to relax. He keeps the video call going for as long as possible, finally having to hang up when he gets into the Ferrari motorhome at the track.

Las Vegas Grand Prix

Las Vegas Grand Prix, Media Day

“Charles, one of the more surprising topics of the season is actually about your change in wardrobe, the prime example being the loss of the red pants you usually wore for qualifying. May I ask, what caused this big change.” There were chuckles and small comments that arose in the media room, quickly dying down when Lewis chimes in.

   “I’ve tried asking him that. He's really been giving me a run for my money.” As the light laughter began again in the room Lewis lowers his mic and leans over to Charles. “Even though I definitely know the answer.” They both share a knowing smile, before Lewis settles back into his spot on the couch.

   “Um, yeah. Well first, thank you, but I can’t take all of the credit. Well really any of the credit.” He giggles nervously then continues. “Uh, my girlfriend, she the one who helped me upgrade my clothes, starting with those pants. I truly am grateful to her in that area because the way I dress now is surprisingly more comfortable, and, uh, I have been getting more compliments so…” The sea of interviewers laugh with him, giving him a moment to grab his phone. “And no one need to worry about the red pants.” He pulls off his phone case and pulls out the red scrap of fabric, earning more polite laughter from the crowd before him and the drivers next to him. As the next interviewer is called to ask a question, this one directed at Lewis, Charles searches for you at the back of the room, spotting your red bandana near the cameras, then gives you a toothy grin, which you return with one of equal size and a kiss blown his direction.

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“I love your work !! What about Nikolai fluff 4 + smut 5?”

prompt: "I saw that. You just checked out my ass."

“My tongue can do more than just talk, you know. Care to find out?”

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“Ah, cupcake! I was looking all over for you, come, come I have gifts!” He was always like this with you. A new silly nickname every other day, and an overbearing amount of presents. I mean, hey, at least he kept it interesting.

You were nothing but a mere pawn in Fyodor’s plans, but he kept you around because Nikolai grew a strange attachment to you. Hey, if it meant you got to live then so be it. Things could be worse.

You followed Nikolai down the hallway and to his room. Sometimes you would sleep in there with him, considering your only other option was to sleep on the floor outside of Fyodor’s office.

He ushered you into the room, grasping your hand with his own as he excitedly lead you to the bed. There were multiple lavish gowns lying atop it, each garment varying in color and sparkle. Your eyes lit up upon the sight of the pretty dresses. All of this was for you?

“For me, Kolya? Aww, you shouldn’t have!” You beamed up at the man in front of you. Who was now holding his chin high at the praise, with the widest grin etched on his face. “Why of course, Snookums I wouldn’t do this for anyone else~.” He cooed at you, leaning down from where he stood in front of you.

He grasped your chin gently with his thumb and pointer finger, moving your face closer to his. You were mere centimeters away from each other now, sharing the same air before he spoke up. “Now~ be a good dolly and try these on for me, kay?”

His grin grew wider, showing off his gorgeous pearly whites. You emitted a smile of your own as you nodded your head in agreement. You liked being his little dress-up doll, free of charge. “Okay! I’ll try… this one first!”

You pointed to the shorter number first, it was a gorgeous shade of crimson. A sleeveless garment with lace embellishing around the bodice. Truly breathtaking. Nikolai released his grasp on you, allowing you to pick up the ensemble and strut your way behind the narrow room divider. “No peeking Kolya!”

He giggled to himself as he plopped himself down on the bed, directly in front of the said divider. He had a clear view of your silhouette from this angle. “Can’t make any promises, my little tea cup… ehe…” Nikolai was kicking his feet from where he sat at the edge of the bed. Nearly brimming over with excitement.

As you finished pulling the garment up and over your frame, you noticed that it was a little… too short. When you tugged the front down, it would expose more of your backside. If you pulled down the backside? Well… the same deal.

“Uh… Kolya? This one is a little… too little…” You spoke softly, suddenly feeling rather hesitant about showing off your outfit. He was becoming impatient, he hopped off of the bed in an instant. Twirling himself a little as he made quick strides to where you were hiding behind the room divider.

He startled you greatly as he peeked his head around the corner, making you jolt up as you yelped out. He snickered at your cute reaction, eyeing you up from head to toe. “It’s truly ravishing, babycakes! Come now, give me a twirl!” He clasped his hands together, letting his unbridled joy pour over. There were hearts in his eyes at the beautiful sight in front of him.

You nodded hesitantly, turning on your heel in the blink of an eye. “No, no not like that! Too fast, go slow, sugarplum.” He pouted down at you, awaiting your next move. You slowly nodded your head, before ultimately twirling once more. Only much slower this time. You felt his eyes drag across your whole body, it sent a chill all the way down your spine. You quickly craned your neck in his direction, and lo and behold… he was ogling at your butt!

"I saw that! You just checked out my ass!”

You gasped out, puffing up your cheeks in embarrassment as Nikolai began to giggle in a patronizing manner. “Oh~ was I? I’m sorry lovey, but it’s like this dress was made to give me a perfect view of your backside!” He quipped out, still snickering to himself as he leaned in closer to capture your face from within his grasp once more.

“Aww don’t pout toots, I was only teasing! How about a big o’l kiss for your good buddy Kolya, hm?” His lips ghosted over yours now, you could feel his breaths fanning over you. It caused your face to heat up exponentially. Before he could process it, you had smushed your lips against his cheek, offering him a big wet kiss. You pulled away from his grasp, dashing back over to the bed where the other dresses remained.

Nikolai stood there stunned for a second before he turned his back towards you. He was mumbling to himself and rocking side to side. The sight alone made you laugh with your whole chest. Nikolai shot up at the angelic sound, turning around and walking up to where you stood. “That’s not the type of kiss I had in mind, snap pea…”

It was his turn to pout. He crossed his arms in front of himself in a dramatic matter, tapping his foot along the hardwood floor in impatience as he glared down at you. You let up on your laughing, his expression was priceless right now. You pushed up on the balls of your feet, resting your hands on top of Nikolai’s broad chest as you leaned into him.

Capturing his lips in a sweet embrace. His eyes were blown wide, and he peered down at you through the kiss. Admiring your cute little face as you smooched him so nicely. You pulled back after a moment, letting your feet rest flat against the floorboards once more. “Was that better, Kolya?” You purred out from where you stood in front of him. Your hands were still placed atop his chest.

A small blush rose to the apples of his cheeks, and the tips of his ears before he met your gaze. Offering you his award-winning grin, as he quipped out.

“Much, much better love kitten! We should do that more often, don’t cha think~?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him playfully. “You know… you sure do a lot of sweet talking, Kolya.”

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“My tongue can do more than just talk, you know. Care to find out~?”

You blushed wickedly at this. Heartbeat quickening in your chest at the filthy insinuation. “Kolya… what do you mean by that?” You asked quizzically, tilting your head at him slightly from where you still stood right in front of him.

He just laughed, moving both of his hands down to trail underneath your dress. His fingers were dancing along the supple skin of your thighs, making you shiver in anticipation. “Oh… I think you know exactly what I mean… y/n.” He trailed off as his digits met the waistband of your panties. Your eyes grew in size at the use of your first name. Kolya only ever used pet names for you... so the change of pace was interesting, to say the least.

He slightly tugged at the edge of your panties before letting it go, having it snap back against your hip. You jolted upright at the sudden gesture, ears growing hot beneath his intimidating gaze. Before you could process anything else, Nikolai lifted you up by your hips. Tossing you back against the bed as he made himself comfortable between your legs from where he stood.

You quickly propped yourself up on your elbows to get a better view of what he was planning. He snickered at your shocked expression before he ultimately flipped the hem of your dress up, pulling your panties down in one fell swoop. You gasped at the suddenness of being completely exposed in front of Nikolai like this.

You tried to close your thighs together, but Nikolai’s hips jammed right in between your parted legs made that difficult. He whistled at the sight of your bare pussy on full display for him as he moved his finger down the expanse of your hip. “Kolya- what are you-?” He shushed you, leaning down to place a finger on your lips.

“Ah, ah, ah… the only sounds I want to hear from you are pleas of my name, you got that sweets?~” You felt heat pool in your core at his words. His finger that was traveling down your thigh was now right in front of your pussy. He tapped his digit against your clit gently, causing a small whimper to slip past your lips. He grinned widely at the sound, enjoying all of your reactions greatly.

“There! That’s more like it~.” He cooed out, his finger resting atop your lips began caressing them. His gaze was glued to your parted lips, you were watching him intently as his other finger started circling around your clit. Pulling a sultry whine out from your lips. He wasted no time slipping his digit at your lips into your mouth, causing your eyes to widen in surprise.

He tapped on your tongue playfully as he began to circle the tip of his finger around your clit at a rigorous pace. Giggling loudly at the cute reactions you were making. You took the hint as you slowly began sucking on his finger, swirling your tongue around it slightly as Nikolai groaned at the sensation. “That’s good sweets… that’s really good.”

You moaned around his digit causing drool to seep out past your lips. Nikolai retracted his finger from your mouth in the blink of an eye as he knelt down below you, gaze now locked on your own. He moved his newly soaked digit in front of your entrance, prodding at your hole before he eventually plunged his finger inside you. You threw your head back against the bed at the sudden stimulation. Your gummy walls were squeezing his digit so tightly.

“Oh, ho, ho~ you’re so wet lovey… looks like someone is enjoying the fun just as much as I am!” He shouted out, his face was now right in front of your core. His breath fanning against your pulsing clit had you twitching where you lay atop the plush mattress. “Hnn… Kolya… no teasing… s-show me what else that tongue can do, now-!” His eyes widened at your bold statement as a Cheshire-like grin began to coat his face.

“Your wish is my command!” With no further hesitation, Nikolai’s tongue began lapping at your throbbing bud. He was swirling his tongue around your clit with so much vigor as his finger continued to stretch you out oh so sweetly. You were a whimpering mess at this point, his mouth and hands were working magic on your body. You brought one of your hands down to tangle into the tufts of his snowy hair.

He groaned into your pussy at the feeling as he began to ravish you further. He pulled back slightly to spit on your twitching clit before he dove right back in. He was drooling all over your cunt as he closed his eyes, getting lost in your taste and the feeling of your hot wet walls squeezing around his lithe finger. He began pumping his finger into you even faster, curling it upwards on the drag down.

You lulled your head to the side as your back arched up from the bed, pressing your cunt further into Nikolai’s awaiting mouth. “Ahn… Kolya- m’ so close-!” You whined out, gripping his locks even harsher as you began to buck your hips up into his mouth. His eyes shot open at your movements, taking in the delicious sight of you falling apart above him. He wasted no time wrapping his lips around your bud, sucking on it harshly as his finger continued to move at an ungodly pace from within you.

He began to feel you gush around his digit, making the most obscene noises as he continued to finger fuck you. He was moaning around your clit, and the vibrations sent you toppling over the edge. “Kolya fuck- m’ cumming-!“ You shouted out, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you continued humping his face through your high. He was moaning so much, tongue still swirling around your clit from where his lips were wrapped around you.

Whines and curses continued to fall past your lips as you squirted all over Nikolai’s face. There were hearts in his eyes as he worked you through your orgasm, he slowly began to halt his movements as your back rested flat against the duvet once more. He pulled back from you swiftly, causing you to jolt upright at the loss of friction all so suddenly.

“Wow, baby! Look at how wet you got me, who knew my honeypot would be a squirter~? I have to jot this down somewhere!” You flushed at his words as you slowly rose up on your elbows, getting a clear view of his disheveled state. The whole bottom half of his face was coated in your arousal, hat long gone as his hair stood up in all different directions from how hard you were fisting his locks.

And there was one more thing… he was hard. You could see a small wet spot at the front of his trousers where he was pitching a tent. It made you flush even further. Spreading all the way from your head down to the tips of your toes. You averted your gaze from him before you spoke up. “Is it my turn to return the favor, Kolya? My mouth can do more than just talk too, you know…”

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an ego thing ~ modern!Aemond x Reader

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summary: Breakfast with Baela spilling all the dirty details about last night. And what are you and Aemond anyway? Enemies with Benefits? warnings: 18+ spicy stuff below the cut (explicit sex, degrading language, choking) word count: 2.5k note: your fave academic rivals are back at it again, hope you enjoy loves!

There is something inherently magical about the dining hall on a Saturday or Sunday morning. The way groups of friends trickle through the doors, piling their plates with eggs and bagels, reuniting with each other after the antics of the previous nights. Some wore the same outfits they had on when they arrived at frat row, others in sweats and sunglasses. 

You wore the latter. 

It would be hard to deny that there was something going on between you and Aemond Targaryen as you walked into the dining hall clad in his signature black hoodie. The fabric engulfed your frame, the red etching of Fire & Blood across the front the only pop of color. Stomach growling you made your way to the line for eggs. 

“Excuse me,” a familiar voice says, causing you to turn.

Baela’s eyebrows have nearly disappeared in her hairline as she scans your outfit.

“No fucking way,” she says in disbelief, “no way are you hooking up with your arch nemesis.”

“He’s hardly my arch nemesis,” you counter, face flushing.

“You once told me you wanted to behead him,” Baela argues, flicking your shoulders, “and now you’re giving him head-”

“BAELA,” you say her name through your teeth.

“It’s my cousin, and it's gross,” Baela says, but her smile is teasing, “absolutely foul of you.”

“You’re so rude,” you say through a giggle, “What about you and Jace? You two hook up?”

“Oh, you are not changing the subject that easily,” Baela says, grabbing her plate. 

You walk towards a table, plopping yourselves down. 

“Do you really want to know the dirty details? He is your cousin after all,” you ask, fidgeting with the hoodie string. You hope most of the hickies are covered, you didn’t check before leaving. Aemond had told you to go one ahead, he had some last-minute school work to finish. 

You and he had quite the eventful night after the hookup at the frat.

“Of course, I want the dirty details,” Baela says, taking a bite of toast.

“Okay,” you say, breathing shakily.

Baela waits with anticipation, leaning forward.

“It’s really good, insanely good like I can’t even believe it’s real good,” you tell her, causing her to squeal with excitement.

“Where, how, when, what the fuck?” Baela says laughing.

“The first time in the study room after you left,” you tell her.

Baela’s jaw drops.

“In the fucking library?” Baela hisses, “you’re a goddamn pornstar.”

“That’s not the worst,” you groan, placing your head in your hands, “last night at the frat, literally on a couch. Jason Lannister fucking walked in on us.”

“You’re fucking joking,” Baela says but you shake your head, “what has happened to you?”

“I’m like possessed,” you tell her, “he fucking does something to me.”

Baela nods as if she understands you completely.

“That’s fabulous,” she tells you, “entering your slut era, and I am here for it.”

“Just with him though,” you tell her, taking a bite from your plate, “I’m not hooking up with anyone else.”

“Is he?” Baela asks.

“Nope,” you tell her, “just me.”

“So what are you doing exactly?” she asks, “like enemies with benefits? Are you dating?”

A flash of worry enters your mind. What are you doing? You didn’t really talk about it outside of only sleeping with each other. Did you want to date Aemond?

You chew your lip, thinking. Baela drops her fork and it clatters against her plate.

“Girl you better figure that shit out,” she tells you, “define the relationship, and fast.”

You nod furiously.

“But back to the sex,” she says, lacing her fingers together, “tell me more pleeeease.”

You laugh, shaking your head. 

“It’s just perfect,” you tell her, “like the way he talks to me during it..”

“What does he say?” Baela asks, eyes wide.

“So many things,” you tell her, “and he does this thing with his tongue-”

Baela’s eyes shift behind you.

“HEY AEMOND,” she says, much too loudly and cheerfully. 

Your jaw drops as Aemond slides into the booth next to you, his leg brushing against yours. If he’s heard any of the conversations, his expression gives nothing away.

“Baela,” Aemons says politely, before turning to you, “morning Y/N.”

“Morning,” you reply, sure that your face resembles that of a tomato. 

“What’re you ladies chatting about?” Aemond asks, taking a sip from the mug of coffee he brought with him. 

“So many things,” Baela teases, eyes flickering to you, “I hear you’re banging my bestie.”

You choke on your food. Aemond’s eyebrows knit together in concern as he places a hand on your back, patting firmly as you cough. 

“Jesus Christ Baela,” you hiss. 

Aemond only chuckles as Baela smirks, sitting back and crossing her arms.

“You know, I should be furious,” she tells you both.

“Really?” you ask, still trying to catch your breath.

“Surely family members are off limits,” Baela says, “but you two are cute together, so I’ll allow it.”

Your cheeks are burning as you look at Aemond. Together. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t correct Baela; he simply takes another sip of coffee. Baela flicks an eyebrow, smiling down at her plate. She was clearly testing the waters. 

“So what’re your plans for today?” Baela asks.

“Um, not sure,” you tell her, “I should get some lit reading done, to be honest.”

“Mind if I crash?” Aemond asks, glancing at you sideways. 

He’s holding his mug to his lips, taking another sip. But his other hand has crept onto your knee, traveling up your leg. You swallow hard as his long fingers wrap around the meat of your thigh.

“Yeah of course,” you tell him, watching his mouth quirk up into a smirk.

“Works for me,” Baela says, finishing her breakfast, “the room’s all yours.”

“You’re not coming back?” you ask, your heart suddenly beating faster. 

Baela has been your roommate since freshman year. She smiles at you knowingly.

“I’ve got plans with Jace,” she tells you, getting up, “won’t be back for hours. Might sleep over his.”

Your mouth drops open in surprise.

“You didn’t tell me!” you accuse, frustrated at missing out on the dirty details of Baela’s night.

Baela only winks at you.

“Fill you in later, have fun cuz,” she says nodding to Aemond before departing. 

Aemond raises a brow at you, but you simply smile at him finishing your breakfast.

Soon after, you’re escorting Aemond to the dorm you share with Baela. 

“Home sweet home,” you tell him, opening to the door.

It’s almost comical watching him enter the room, having to lean down to make it through the door frame. He inspects your comforter, the cute knick-knacks on your shelves, and the stack of books on your desk. 

“Nice,” he says, picking up your copy of Jane Eyre. 

“Thanks,” you tell him, sitting on the bed, “so what homework are you doing?”

“Oh we’re not doing work,” he tells you, causing you to frown.

“Aemond, I told you I don’t want this getting in the way of my studies.”

“And it won’t, but we have to talk about something first,” he says.

Your heartbeat has increased, and your mouth has gone dry.

“About what?” you ask. 

Aemond looks at you, scanning your body. You swear you watch his pupils dilate as his gaze roams over the hoodie you wear. 

“You told Baela something,” he says, walking closer to you, “something about my tongue?”

You blush furiously.

“That’s just girl talk you weren’t supposed to hear,” you mumble, embarrassed.

“I liked what I heard,” he says, taking your cheek in his hand, forcing you to look at him.

“Yeah?” you whisper.

Aemond answers with a kiss, open-mouthed, and immediately enters your mouth with his tongue. You wrap your arms around his neck as his hands skirt down your ribs, resting on your hips. You moan against him, feeling his thick cock already hard and eagerly pressing against your center. His hands move to remove his sweatshirt, finding you only in a lacy green bra underneath. He groans bringing his mouth to kiss the tops of your breasts as his hands work the clasp on your back.

You throw your head back as your breasts become free and he takes on in his mouth sucking greedily while fondling the other with his hand. His fingers tweak at your nipple while his teeth graze the other, every nerve ending in your body alive and burning with need. Aemond switches his attention, leaving sharp lovebites in his wake, as you tangle your fingers in his hair. 

He kisses you once more, before pulling you off of the bed. You’re confused for a moment until he lays down on his back.

“Hop on,” he says, motioning.

You remove your pants, before you move to straddle his waist, when he stops you, hands on your thighs.

“What?” you ask him.

“Up here,” he pulls at your legs, jerking his chin, “I want you to sit on my face.”

Your heart falls into your stomach, and you can feel your clit pulse at the thought.

“Are you sure?” you ask, biting your lip.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything ever,” he assures you, slapping the back of your thigh impatiently.

“Okay,” you say nervously, moving up toward his face.

You can feel his breath against your center, cooling against the wetness that is already there. Your thighs shake as you feel him press his nose against you, the tip of his tongue spreading through your folds. You brace yourself against the wall, your forehead nearly resting against it. Aemond hums against you, sucking on your clit.

“Oh shit,” you moan, thighs clenching around his head.

Aemond groans, hands digging into your ass, before moving up to your hips.

“I said sit,” he growls, pressing you fully on his face. 

Your nerves take over momentarily as you press down on his face before Aemond truly begins his delicious torture. His tongue flattens against you, sucking harshly on your clit tearing a strangled moan from the back of your throat. His hands slap harshly against your ass, as you feel his tongue work its way inside you. Fuck how long is his tongue?

It feels so fucking good as you grind your hips against him, riding his face as he fucks you with his tongue. Incoherent moans spill from your lips, cheek pushing into the wall. You’re sure your neighbors hate you if they’re home but you can’t find it in you to care. His nose brushes against your clit and you’re shaking above him and he holds tight as your orgasm crashes over you. 

“F-fuck,” you whimper, trying to get off of him, incredibly sensitive.

“Uh-uh,” he hums against you, slapping your asscheeks once more.

“Pleasepleaseplease,” you beg as the coil in your stomach is already winding tightly once more as he thrusts his tongue inside you.

It's firm and warm and presses into you just right as you circle your hips around it, fucking his tongue like it's his cock. 

“Oh god, oh fuck Aemond,” you nearly sob as you come undone again.

Only then does he release his grip, maneuvering your body off and onto the bed. You’re laying on your back, blinking the stars from your eyes as he removes his clothes and connects his lips with yours. You moan as you feel the wetness on his chin and mouth, taste the ecstasy of your release. His cock is hard and demanding, pressing against the softness of your inner thighs. 

Aemond lays beside you, turning so your back is flush against his chest. He lifts your, sliding effortlessly inside you, the stretch causing your eyes to roll back into your head. Aemond snakes a hand between your breasts, bringing it to rest against your throat, with just enough pressure to make you whine.

He slams his hips into you, turning your face to kiss you once more as he continues to pound into you. The angle makes your walls squeeze against him, your pussy a vice taking him in and out. The noises in the room are obscene, wet slapping sounds and your mewling echoing throughout the small room. 

“Fuck I love this pussy,” he growls, kissing the side of your face down to your neck.

“Oh fuck,” is all you can say, the pleasure nearly blinding you.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” he praises, “taking my cock so fucking well. Fucking made for me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, feeling him smirk against you.

“So pretty like this,” he purrs, “just my pretty little slut, huh?”

You moan, pussy clenching around his cock. Aemond turns your head towards him, fingers firmly holding your jaw. 

“Say it,” he tells you, his brutal pace unrelenting. 

“Aemond,” you whine.

“C’mon baby, be my good girl,” Aemond croons, holding your chin in his hand, “prove to me you’re a good girl, huh?”

You’re staring at him, nearly too cock drunk to form a coherent sentence. But the way he looks at you, the way his cock is sliding in and out of you, pushing against your sweetest spot; it makes your body grow hot with need, the need to please him.

“I’m your pretty little slut,” you whimper.

Aemond’s smile is ravenous, a wave of confidence overtaking him. 

“Yeah you are,” he says, rewarding you with a kiss, “Come all over my cock baby, that’s a good girl.”

Your moans reach a new pitch as you clench down on him, milking him for all he’s worth. Aemond groans, biting into your shoulder as he paints your inner walls with his cum. His pace begins to slow as you both come down from your orgasms, keeping your bodies intertwined. 

Aemond presses a tender kiss to your shoulder as you try to regain your breathing. 

“Go out with me,” he mumbles against your shoulder, so low you think you’ve misheard him.

“Huh?” you ask.

“Go out with me,” he repeats, and you turn to face him, “on a date.”

You smile, propping yourself up on one arm.

“You want to take me on a date?” you ask.

Aemond’s smile mirrors yours, silver hair cascading on the pillow beneath him.

“I do very much,” he admits, “I’ve liked you for a while, Y/N.”

Your breath catches in your throat. 

“You’re incredibly smart and witty,” he tells you, “and beautiful.”

“These are unusually nice words to tell your nemesis,” you tell him, earning a chuckle.

“Nemesis?” he asks.

“Baela says we are,” you tell him.

“I don’t think you do this with your nemesis,” he says, leaning up to kiss you.

“I think you’re right,” you agree, “and I’d love to go out with you Aemond, on a proper date.”

You lay on his chest, playing with some strands of his hair. His heart beats steadily, the rhythm lulling you into a post-coital trance before he speaks again. 

“I’m really glad I met you,” he murmurs.

“You say that now,” you tease.

“It’s true,” he insists, lacing his fingers through yours.

You smile, holding his hand.

“I’m glad I met you too, Aemond.”

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[mopopshop]

A Domestic Day In The Life

Part 2 y’all 😣 I’m gonna keep writing about this family bcs I’m actually so attached but hope you guys enjoy

words: 4k

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The soft glow of dawn filters through the curtains, gently nudging you awake to the promise of a new day. Paige is draped over your back, her hair that was previously in a bun is now strewn across your face as she snores directly into your ear.

‘Graceful’ you think to yourself. 

Slowly you peel away from her to stand and tiredly stumble your way down the hall into Gianni’s nursery. At just nine months old she’s finally whittled down her waking up in the middle of the night from fifteen plus times to about two times a night. You’ve finally gotten used to getting at least five hours of sleep so you pray Gigi keeps up with this streak.

The floorboards creak as you make your way to her room, you gently push open the door to Gianni's nursery and lay eyes on her chubby face. She’s just as perfect as she was when you brought her home from the hospital, You lean over the crib, marveling at Gianni's serene expression. 

Almost as if she can sense your presence her face breaks into a cry and you move effortlessly scooping Gianni into your arms and cradling her close.

"G’morning, my love” you whisper softly, your voice a soothing melody that calms Gianni's cries. The tired lines on your face soften as you gaze down at her with tender affection. Gianni's eyes meet yours, and you're captivated by the innocence and wonder shining in her gaze.

With gentle care, you settle into the rocking chair by the window, the morning light casting a gentle glow over the room. You adjust the blankets around Gianni, ensuring she's snug and comfortable in your arms. Nearby, a bottle of formula sits ready, prepared with the meticulousness of a routine perfected through countless feedings.

As you cradle Gianni close, you offer her the bottle, the rhythmic sucking sounds filling the room with a sense of peace. You sit there in the quiet nursery feeding her for about ten minutes when you start to hear movement from your bedroom, assuming Paige is up. 

Once your finished feeding her you burp her for a few minutes then stand from your chair in the corner to lay her on the changing table, changing her diaper and putting her in an outfit for the time being. Just a simple short sleeved onesie adorned with flower decals and a bib, you carry her on your hip back towards your room to find Paige laying on your bed with her head propped on the headboard, scrolling through her phone.

You walk around to her side of the bed leaning down to give her a morning kiss “ ‘Mornin, baby” you murmur against her lips.

“G’mornin, mamas” she replies, her voice husky from sleep. She sits up higher in bed, having her back fully against the headboard as she plucks Gianni from your arms and places her in her lap.

“Good morning, pretty girl” she coos at Gianni as you walk to the bathroom to brush your teeth and start your skincare. Paige’s in the same position when you come back, bouncing Gigi on her knees and tickling her chubby sides.

“As adorable as this is, babe go brush your damn teeth” you chuckle “Gigi doesn’t need your morning breath all in her face when she wakes up” you say as you open your arms to take Gigi back while Paige heads to the bathroom.

But of course Paige has to pout, squeezing Gianni to her chest and smushing their cheeks together “No..” she whines.

You roll your eyes playfully “Take her with you or sumn, I don’t care as long as you get that breath in check”. Paige’s face explodes into a smile quickly running out with Gianni in tow.

You laugh to yourself, rolling back into bed and grabbing your phone to scroll through instagram. Eventually hearing Paige return with an equally giggly Gigi, they flop into bed so the three of you can cuddle.

Gianni giggles and squirms between you and Paige, her tan chubby fingers reaching out to grab at the blankets. Paige reaches over for you and pulls you flush to her side.

You nestle into Paige's embrace, feeling the warmth of her body against yours as she pulls you close. Gianni wriggles happily between you still, her infectious laughter filling the room with joy. With a contented sigh, you rest your head against Paige's shoulder, reveling in the comfort of your little family nestled together in bed.

Paige's fingers trace lazy patterns on your shoulder as she presses a tender kiss to your forehead, her love for you evident in every gentle touch. Gianni, sensing the closeness between her parents, babbles happily, her tiny hands reaching out to grasp at your braids, tugging hard for a nine month old. 

Paige bursts into laughter “Damn, baby she tryna fight”

Gianni, noticing her mama’s reaction, she smiles harder tugging again with double the strength. 

“Jesus fff- Gigi, baby let go of mommy’s hair please” you smile through the pain, Gianni continues a few seconds more before letting go and having her attention occupied with the TV remote next to Paige.

Paige’s still laughing her ass off and you playfully shove her over to the other side of the bed. 

“P it was not that funny!” you whine

“It really was, mamas i’m sorry” she chokes out through more laughter.

“Whatever!” you scoff, smacking her again “moving on from that, what you tryna eat for breakfast” 

Paige grins mischievously, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I’m kinda feelin’ waffles right now, and like a big ass side of bacon

You smack her shoulder as she turns to you with an offended look on her face. “The hell was that for?” she questions playfully.

You scold her lightly “Stop swearing in front of Gigi”

Paige feigns innocence, her expression turning mock-serious as she nods solemnly. "My apologies, Gigi," she says, turning to address your daughter with exaggerated sincerity. "Mama won't swear in front of you anymore, I promise. Even though mommy basically just did the same thing like two minutes ago” she whispers that last part.

Your jaw drops and you smack Paige again “First of all, I almost did and second of all she was being mean to me so I was justified in almost swearing, right Gigi?” you turn to your daughter.

Gianni responds with a gurgle, seemingly amused by the exchange between her parents. You smile at the sight, turning back to Paige, you can't help but laugh at her theatrics. 

Paige grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Girl bye, I know what I saw but whatever” she says, her voice filled with playful defiance. "But seriously, imma go start on these waffles." she goes to get out of bed but you grip her arm before she has a chance.

“Oh nah” you laugh “No more cooking baby, trust me I appreciate it but your ability to burn literally everything you touch should be considered a skill at this point. Doordash wins this game” you say shaking your phone in her face.

“Is that how it is?? Okay you know what?- my shit may burn during the process but it turns out pretty fire” she smirks to herself.

“… I guess” you tease back “but Ihop’s already on the way with our food so..” you smile

“Wow.. she so disrespectful G” Paige turns to Gianni pointing at you while she talks. 

Gianni responds with another gurgle of delight, her chubby fists reaching out as if in agreement. You both laugh at that, eventually calming down as Paige leans back grabbing the remote and turning on an old Celtics game while you grab a few toys from Gianni’s toy bin on the side of your bed. You hand them to her before relaxing on your pillows and scrolling through your phone.

“Baby, what times your game tonight again?” You ask distractedly, still scrolling through your phone.

“Seven”

“And what time do you needa be there?”

“Uh.. coach usually wants us there like two hours before to get in a little extra practice so I gotta be out of the house like.. five-ish” she responds, eyes glued to the TV screen.

“Alright, so i’ll be there around six-forty five” you say getting up from the bed to grab the food.

You come back to the room handing Paige her food and sitting on the bed with yours. You eat in comfortable silence, occasionally giving Gigi an egg to eat.

You and Paige had gotten up at eight and it’s around ten by the time you’re done eating. There’s not much to do today until the game so you and Paige hop off the bed, wiping away crumbs then Paige scoops Gianni in her arms carrying her to living room to place her in her bouncer. You straighten up the sheets then go join Paige in the living room,each finding your own spot to relax. 

Paige grabs the PlayStation controller and starts up a game while you settle onto the couch, dragging Gianni’s bouncer to your side. You finally settle on watching a movie on MAX while Paige plays.

As the morning wears on, you find yourself engrossed in the movie, occasionally glancing over at Paige as she plays her game, Gianni, meanwhile, has slowed down her bouncing, seemingly tired from the morning. 

Around noon, Paige sets aside the PlayStation controller and joins you on the couch, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as she leans in close. "You want to take a nap with Gianni?" she suggests, her voice soft and inviting.

You smile at her suggestion, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you at the thought of curling up with your little family for a midday nap. "That sounds perfect," you murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to Paige's cheek before settling back against the cushions, Gianni cradled in your arms.

As the clock ticks closer to three, you and Paige stir from your nap, feeling refreshed and ready to get on with the rest of the day. Paige gently grabs Gianni from your lap, cradling her close as she coos softly to her, while you stretch your limbs and rub the sleep from your eyes.

With a shared glance, you and Paige silently agree that it's time to start getting ready for Paige's game. You set Gianni down in her playpen with a few toys to keep her occupied while you and Paige head to your bedroom to shower and change into your game day attire.

Paige quickly throws on her basketball gear, slipping into her jersey and shorts with practiced ease, while you opt for simple UCONN jersey with some jeans and a pair of Jordan 4’s. Once dressed, you head back to the living room and quickly get Gianni in her outfit, her own little white UCONN onesie and some navy leggings.

Once finished you grab Gianni's diaper bag and pack it with all the essentials: diapers, wipes, a change of clothes, and a few snacks to keep her content during the game.

As you finish packing the diaper bag, Paige  emerges from the room face glued to her phone, checking for any updates from her coach or teammates, ensuring she's prepared for the game ahead. She gives you and Gianni a quick kiss before heading out the door with a promise to see you again before the game starts.

You don’t wanna sit in an empty stadium for an hour waiting so you opt to stay in the living room, finishing your movie while you feed and burp Gianni before you leave. 

Once the clock hits six-forty you buckle Gianni into her carrier, taking that, your purse, and her diaper bag to the car. The drive to the game is nothing special just you humming along to the music on the radio as you pull up to the stadium. 

When you arrive at the gym, you find a parking spot and make your way inside, the familiar sounds of squeaking sneakers and bouncing basketballs filling the air. You spot Paige as you walk in, giving her and the team a quick wave and smile then leaving to find your seats in the stands with Gianni.

As you settle into your seats, Gianni squirming excitedly in your lap, you watch as Paige finishes up her warm-up drills on the court. She catches your eye and flashes you a quick smile before turning her focus back to the game.

Just as the teams are about to take the court for tip-off, Paige makes her way up into the stands to greet you and Gianni. She leans in close, pressing a kiss to your cheek before turning her attention to Gianni, who reaches out to grab at Paige's fingers with chubby hands.

"Hey baby girl," Paige coos, her voice filled with affection as she gazes down at Gianni. "Mama’s about to kick this teams ass, watch" she adds with a playful wink.

You smack her arm for swearing but quickly pull her in for one more kiss.

Gianni responds with a happy gurgle, seemingly captivated by the energy and excitement radiating from her mama. You smile at the sight, feeling a swell of pride for Paige and all she's about to accomplish on the court.

Paige leans in close to you, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "Imma win this one for you, mamas"

You wrap an arm around Paige's waist, pulling her close for a brief but affectionate hug. "You always do" you murmur, pressing another kiss to her cheek before releasing her to head back down to the court.

As Paige takes her place on the court with her teammates, you settle back into your seat, Gianni cradled in your arms as you prepare to cheer on your favorite player. The game begins, and you find yourself on the edge of your seat, heart pounding with anticipation as Paige and her team battle it out on the court.

With each shot made and each point scored, you can't help but feel a surge of pride for Paige and her incredible skills as a player. The crowd erupts into cheers and applause as Paige sinks a three-pointer, her signature move that never fails to impress.

As the final buzzer sounds and the game comes to a close, you jump to your feet along with the rest of the crowd, cheering and applauding as Paige and her team celebrate their hard-earned victory. Paige looks up into the stands, her eyes searching for you and Gianni, and when she finds you, her face breaks into a wide grin, a silent expression of gratitude and love.

You clap and cheer along with the rest of the crowd and soon after grabbing you and Gigi’s things to head to the press conference room. 

The press conference room is buzzing with excitement as reporters and journalists eagerly await the arrival of the players and coaches. You find a seat in the back, Gianni cradled in your arms as you watch the room fill up with people.

After a few minutes, Paige and her teammates enter the room, their faces still flushed with the excitement of their victory. Paige spots you in the back and gives you a quick wink before taking her place at the front of the room, alongside her coach and a few other players.

The press conference begins, with the coach fielding questions from reporters about the game and the team's performance. Paige listens attentively, occasionally nodding in agreement or offering her own insights into the game.

The interviewers do a great job of evenly distributing questions but quite a few of Paige’s have to do with you and Gianni which makes you flush and duck your head down in embarrassment.

“We noticed you gesturing towards your partner and daughter during the game. How much of an influence do they have on your performance on the court?" one interviewer questions.

Paige smiles as she goes to answer the question “Yeah um, my partner Aniyah, she’s back there hiding her face ‘cause she gets embarrassed when y’all mention her” she points to the back of the room where you’re sitting with Gianni, becoming more embarrassed when everyone turns to look at you. “But yeah, they’re my biggest supporters, both on and off the court. Seeing them in the stands fuels my drive to perform my best and make them proud. They're my rock, and their presence reminds me of what's truly important in life.” 

A few more questions are asked before they come back to Paige.

“Speaking of your family, how do you balance the demands of being a professional athlete with your role as a parent and partner?"

"Balancing my career with parenthood and my relationship is definitely a challenge, but it's one I gladly embrace, you know. It’s just a lot of  effective communication, and a lot of teamwork, both at home and with my teammates. We make it work because we're committed to each other's happiness and success." The reporters nod and smile continuing with the other players. 

As the press conference continues, Gianni starts to get restless and you panic since you’d run out of snacks just as the game ended. This conference couldn’t be any longer, Gianni has started to whine and thrash which is getting you looks from staff in the room. 

“… think about was executing the shot and helping my team clinch the win. It's moments like those that mak-“ Paige pauses in the middle of her answer, catching your eye with a concerned look on her face. You try to silently communicate back that she doesn’t need to stop anything but clearly Gianni has other plans as she responds to this interaction by crying. Loud.

Paige immediately stands up walking to the back of the room and swiftly plucks Gianni from your arms, not even checking to see your reaction. She returns to the table and without a beat continues the interview. 

Gianni immediately ceases her crying opting for shoving her hand in her mouth and staring at the reporters in the room. Paige chuckles in the middle of her sentence due to the sudden silence.

 She answers a few more questions from the reporters, as the press conference comes to a close, Paige thanks the crowd for their support and invites them to join her and the team for a brief meet-and-greet outside the gym.

You and Gianni stay by Paige's side as she shakes hands and poses for photos with fans, feeling a sense of warmth and camaraderie in the air. As the crowd begins to disperse, you wrap your arms around Paige, pulling her close for a sweet embrace.

"I'm so proud of you, baby," you whisper, pressing a kiss to her lips . "You played amazing out there."

“That? Light work” she smirks with a playful grin “Thank you, mama’s” kissing you lightly on the cheek. 

Since you and Paige had came in different cars, you let her know that you and Gianni are gonna head home while she finishes things up here. Grabbing your bags and Gianni you give Paige a quick kiss goodbye and head to the car. 

As you drive home with Gianni in the backseat, the excitement of the day slowly gives way to a sense of calm and contentment. Gianni babbles happily from her car seat, occasionally pointing out the window at passing cars and colorful signs.

When you arrive home, you're greeted by the familiar sight of your cozy apartment, the warm glow of the lights welcoming you back. As you step inside, you set Gianni down in her playpen with a few toys to keep her occupied while you unpack her diaper bag and grab a few essentials for her bath.

Shortly after you and Gianni settle in, you hear the door open and Paige's cheerful voice fills the air. She walks into the living room, a smile spreading across her face as she sees you and Gianni.

"Hey, mamas," she greets, dropping her keys on the counter and making her way over to where you and Gianni are sitting. She leans down to press a kiss to Gianni's forehead before turning to give you a kiss.

"Hey, baby," you reply, “I’m gonna go ahead and give G a bath while you start on dinner”

Paige nods, heading to your room to change real fast before she starts. While Paige starts on dinner, you gather Gianni's things and head to the bathroom to give her a quick wash up. Gianni splashes and giggles in the warm water, her chubby fingers reaching out to grab at the bubbles floating in the air.

After her bath, you wrap Gianni in a fluffy towel and carry her back to her nursery to get her dressed for dinner. She squirms and wriggles in your arms, her excitement unwavering as she squeals.

Once Gianni is dressed, you make your way back to the kitchen, where Paige is just putting the finishing touches on dinner. Something nice for the two of you, loaded baked potatoes with greens and for Gigi, ground meat and mushed sweet potatoes.

You and Paige sit down at the table together, Gianni seated in her high chair between you. Paige serves up generous portions of food onto each plate, and you dig in eagerly, savoring the delicious flavors of the meal.

As you eat, you take turns feeding Gianni, who eagerly accepts each spoonful of food with gusto. She babbles happily between bites, her infectious laughter filling the room.

After dinner, you and Paige take turns cleaning up the dishes while the other entertains Gianni. Once the kitchen is clean, you gather Gianni's bedtime essentials and make your way to her nursery.

Paige is quick to pluck her from your arms, smothering her face with kisses and blowing raspberries on her cheeks. Gianni explodes into giggles, squealing at her mama’s behavior.

“Babe, you’re gonna rile her up before bed” you complain playfully.

“Don’t care, she’s my baby girl” she pouts, shoving her face in Giannis cheeks. “Can we just put her to bed later or sumn, she don’t needa go to bed this early” she whines again. 

“Yeah no, if she doesn’t go to sleep now she’s not gonna sleep at all” you go to grab Gianni but Paige shifts her body so she’s out of your reach.

“Paige.”

She groans, reluctantly passing Gianni over to you “You stay tryna take my daughter from me bro.” 

“I know, i’m a monster” you respond sarcastically.

Laying Gianni in her crib, you and Paige kiss her goodnight before turning on her white noise machine, shutting off the lights, and slowly closing the door. 

As Gianni drifts off to sleep, you and Paige make your way back to your bedroom, ready to wind down for the night. You opt to take a shower first, washing off the grime from the day, then heading back to your room to lotion up and change into pajamas. You grab one of Paige’s hoodies from her drawer and a pair of shorts. 

Paige heads to the bathroom to wash up while you take a seat on the carpet in front of your floor length mirror to remove your makeup and complete your nighttime skincare routine.

Once you're done, you join Paige in the bathroom, where she's already brushing her teeth. You grab your toothbrush and join her at the sink, both of you silently going through the familiar motions of your nightly routine.

Paige finishes before you and after brushing your teeth, you head back to the bedroom, where Paige has finished getting dressed, just her regular nighttime fit, a sports bra and some shorts, she’s already climbed into bed and turned on the TV. You settle in beside her, snuggling under the covers as you flip through the channels, searching for something to watch.

You eventually settle on a rerun of The Big Bang Theory. Paige wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you cuddle up together, the warmth of her body a comforting presence against yours.

As you watch TV together, you chat idly about the day and things to come, sharing stories and anecdotes as you laugh and relax in each other's company. Gianni's soft snores drift in from the baby monitor, a gentle reminder of the precious little life you've created together.

Eventually, the weight of the day catches up with you, and you find yourselves growing drowsy as the minutes tick by. Paige reaches for the remote, turning the TV down and setting it aside as she settles back against the pillows.

You curl up beside her, sinking into the warmth of the blankets as you nestle against Paige's side. With a contented sigh, you close your eyes, feeling the gentle pull of sleep as it tugs you into its embrace.

Wrapped in the warmth of each other's love, you and Paige drift off to sleep, the soft sounds of the night lulling you into dreams filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a new day.

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[mamaestapa]

Sick Day|| Joe Burrow x reader

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•summary: You take care of a sick Joe<3

•warnings: sick Joe, the flu, vomiting, lots of fluff

•word count: 1.8k

•A/N: I thought I’d post this for all of you that are waiting for a Welcome to the Jungle update (which is coming this weekend!) This is from my NFL imagines book on wattpad! :)

You were sitting on your couch, getting ready to watch (your favorite tv show) when your phone rang. You picked up your phone, smiling when you saw your boyfriends contact name, shiesty❤️‍🔥, on the top of the screen.

"Hey Joey!" you greeted cheerfully.

You heard a sniffle on the other side. Was he crying?

"Joe?" you questioned, "What's going on? Are you okay?"

"I think," he cleared his throat, "I think I'm sick, take care of me?"

His voice was raspy and he sounded congested. There was no thinking he was sick, he was definitely sick.

You frowned, "I'm sorry baby. Do you want me to bring anything?"

"Just you. Please." He finished his sentence with a cough.

"Of course, I'll be right over."

Joe nodded on the other line, but you couldn't see, so you were met with complete silence.

"Joe?"

He sniffled, "Oh, sorry. Okay, I'll see you soon."

"See you in a bit, I love you."

"I love you more."

You hung up the phone with a sigh. Usually when you get a phone call from Joe, he's more upbeat and cracking jokes every other line. You figured he must feel pretty bad then since he’s doing neither of those things.

You stood from the couch, going to your bathroom to freshen up before heading over to your boyfriends house. You live about ten minutes away from Joe's house, which speaking of his house, you currently are in the process of moving out of your apartment and into his house. It's taking a little while for you to get all of your things over to his place, but once the off-season is here, you'll be moved in with Joe.

You brushed your hair and changed your outfit, putting on a pair of black leggings and one of Joe's old LSU sweatshirts. Once you were ready, you left your apartment and headed for Joe's house. You texted him to let him know you were on your way and that you'd stop at the store if he wanted anything. He just replied with a simple "No thanks", so you drove straight to his house.

Once you arrived at his house, you unlocked his front door with a house key he gave you. You didn't want him to get up and open the door, especially if he wasn't feeling the greatest. You took your shoes off and placed them on the shoe rack, next to Joe's Nikes. You walked down the entry way and into the living room, frowning at the sight in front of you. Joe was laying on the couch with a blanket wrapped around his body. One hand was laying over his forehead while the other was placed on his stomach.

"Hey baby," you said, walking over to him.

Joe smiled softly at you, "Hey sweets."

You leaned down next to him, placing your hand on his cheek. He brought down the hand he had placed on his forehead, placing it on your forearm.

"How are you feeling?"

Joe sniffled, "Pretty shitty." he smirked, "but at least now I have a sexy little nurse to take care of me."

You shook your head, laughing at what Joe had just said. Even in his current state, he still had a comment to make. It made you smile, happy to hear your boyfriend was somewhat still his usual self.

However, your smile soon turned into a frown as you took in his appearance. He was paler than usual, with dark purple under eyes and a pink nose. You felt both of his cheeks and his forehead, checking him for a fever.

"You definitely have a fever."

He nodded, "Yeah, I took my temp about an hour ago. It was one hundred one point two."

You frowned, asking "Does anything hurt?"

Joe closed his eyes, "My head. My stomach hurts a little bit too, and my throat. I cant stop sneezing either."

"You poor thing, I'm sorry." You said, voice laced with sorrow as you gently stroked his cheek. Joe leaned into your touch.

"Can I get you anything?" You asked.

Joe started to sit up. You stood from your leaning position, helping him sit up. He smiled softly at you, muttering a "thank you".

"Just," he took a deep breath, trying to hold back a sneeze. It failed and he sneezed anyways. Joe groaned, "Oh god, I'm sorry."

You chuckled, "Don't apologize, Joey. It's okay."

"As I was saying, just holding me would be great." he said, bashfully. Joe wasn't one to initiate the cuddling, you always were. You smiled at him, sitting down on the couch next to him. Joe carefully laid back down, resting his head on your chest. He hummed as he snuggled himself into your breasts.

"Are you comfy?" you asked with a laugh.

"Very." He nodded, pulling the blanket over his shoulders.

"Good." you said softly. You brought your left hand down to his blonde hair, running your fingers through it gently and scratching his head every so often. You hoped it would lull him to sleep (which he desperately needed). As you ran your fingers through Joes soft strands of blonde hair, you noticed he started to stir a bit.

You placed a hand on his shoulder, "You okay?"

He nodded. You put your hand back in his hair, running your fingers through it, but stopping when you heard Joe groan softly. You didn't have time to react when Joe threw the blanket off of him and sat up, abruptly.

Uh oh. You thought.

"Joe-."

He cut you off, "I think I'm gonna be sick." He got up from the couch and sprinted off towards the bathroom.

"Shit." you cursed to yourself, jumping up from the couch and running into the bathroom. You frowned as you saw Joe hunched over the toilet. You sat down on the edge of the bathtub, rubbing his back up and down, trying your best to soothe him.

"It's okay, babe. You're okay. Just let it out".

He sniffled as he pulled his head out of the toilet bowl. He wiped his mouth before looking up at you. The look on his face made your heart break. He looked absolutely miserable.

"Oh, Joey."

You stood from where you sat, opting to sit down against the wall behind him instead. As soon as you leaned against the wall, Joe was instantly in your arms. The back of his head was laying on your chest while you wrapped your arms around him. He placed a hand on his stomach.

"Baby, I think I'm dying." He croaked dramatically. You couldn't help but laugh.

"You're not dying you big baby. I think you just have a bad case of the flu."

He groaned, snuggling himself further into your body. You put your hands in his hair, gently massaging his scalp.

"Sitting on the floor of your bathroom can't be comfortable." You murmured gently.

"No, but you are."

You smiled, "I'll cuddle you on the couch, okay?"

You felt Joe nod in response, so you carefully stood up from the ground, careful not to jerk his body too much. You helped him off the ground, tightly holding his hand.

"Do you feel like you're going to be sick again?"

He shook his head, "No. Not right now at least."

"I'll bring the trash can just in case. Now, you go get comfy on the couch, okay my love?"

He nodded, slowly walking out of the bathroom. You frowned as you watched him. You hated seeing him sick. Joe didn't get sick often, but when he did, it was just like this. You grabbed the trash can from the bathroom and went into the kitchen to grab a grocery bag to line it, just in case he did get sick again. You grabbed a bottle of blue gatorade from Joe's fridge, along with a bottle of sprite. You made sure to grab two straws too, one for each drink. You walked into the living room, setting down the trash can next to Joe. He smiled up at you.

"I brought you some sprite to settle your tummy. And a gatorade in case you get tired of sprite, plus the electrolytes are good for you."

He chuckled, "Thank you, sweets. Although it makes me sound like a child when you say that."

You giggled, placing the drinks on the coffee table.

"Can I get you anything else?" You asked, reaching out to caress Joes cheek. He brought his hand up to yours, holding it against his flushed skin.

"Cuddle me?"

You smiled, "How could I say no?”

Joe smiled softly as he slowly sat up to make room for you on the couch. Once you sat down and were comfortable, You put your arm up on the couch. Joe tucked himself under your arm pit, laying the side of his face on your right breast. Once he was comfortable, you grabbed the blanket and placed it over his body. You put your arm down, your hand laying on his blanketed bicep.

"Thank you for being my sexy nurse today, Y/n."

You laughed, rubbing his arm. "Oh Joey, Even when you're sick you can still crack jokes."

He hummed in amusement, "But seriously, thank you for taking care of me."

You leaned down and pressed a gentle, loving kiss to the crown of his head, "There's no need to thank me. I hate seeing you sick, I'd do anything to make you feel better."

"Oooh, anything you say?"

You shook your head, "Not that. Gotta get you feeling better first, Mr. Burrow.”

He chuckled, "Hopefully I'll be better tomorrow."

You hummed, rubbing his bicep, "I hope so too. Now," you brought your hand up to his hair, slowly running your fingers through it, "get some rest, okay?"

"Okay." He said quietly as he sniffled.

"I love you Joe."

"I love you more, sweetheart."

You spent the rest of the afternoon and evening on the couch watching SpongeBob and cuddling with Joe. Thankfully, he felt much better the next day and he got his wish for you to do anything to make him feel better ;)

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[granolawriting]

"To make you forget."ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

pairing: no breakout!Joel x fem reader

Summary: The day after having your long term boyfriend put an end to your relationship, you find yourself in a complicated relationship with Joel, a friends family friend. He invites you out for a drink after a shotty first impression, and the rest is history. sequel to a change in fate

Content warning: 18+ NSFW, age gap, you're 21 and Joel is mid 30s to early 40s. Enemies to lovers, unprotected piv, praise kink, strong Joel carries you multiple places, pet names (princess, darling, doll, sweetheart), oral (f!receiving), fucking in his clothes, drinking, drunk secret kisses, sleepy kisses, aftercare, spooning.

word count: 5.2k

A/N: Thank you for all the love on the last one <33 please send me requests if you have any idea for what I could write next! enjoy ;)

“No. Fucking. Way.” 

… … … 

You sit across from your friend once more at the same table that held a much more, comfortable conversation the night prior. Eyes catch hers, and an agape mouth is what greets the information just relayed to her over morning coffee.

“No, no okay I must be thinking of the wrong one.” 

“Your dad only has one friend named Joel I thin-” 

“I KNOW!!!” 

… 

“It’s just. I’ve known him since I was a little girl. It's just a little, crazy, is all, that you’re now going on a date with him.” 

“It's not a date-” 

“It so is.” 

You scoff at her implication. 

“You know, there's a thing called ‘southern hospitality’. And he's not wrong about me needing a drink after everything I’ve been through. Maybe he's just good at reading people, trying to get back on how he treated me the other night now that I’m someone he has to be nice to.” 

Your friend purses her lips, trying to think of a counter but coming up short. You were right, there wasn't anything inherently odd about going out for drinks with someone. Especially when you’ve earned it. 

“Though I can't deny, he is kind of cute. For an old guy.” 

And the tower comes crumbling down. 

At the sound of your confession your friend goes into a fit, a groan followed by very exaggerated, nonexistent tears that whine into the floor that her head now faces along the lines of complaint of his age, and the jeans that predate your birth. 

your hand touches her hair, stroking it as to try and ease her out of some melodramatic stupor, telling her that it'dve been bound to happen the moment she tried to push her old guy agenda on you. Kindly telling her that perhaps, she's just a little upset you got one before her. In the process however, admitting that a part of you feels as if you’ve got him-- but pay that no mind of course. It's purely for the joke, to antagonize her. There's no means for you to feel as though you’ve won anything out of a simple night out with a guy who, in the right clothes and lighting, looks kind of okay. 

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A clock glares at you at a 6:30 timestamp as you stand in your bathroom. There's an array of clothing sprawled across the counter as the attempt to multitask becomes futile in the face of your absolute cluelessness on how to dress to get drinks with a 40 year old man. Was he 40? Who knows, maybe it's stress. Regardless, jeans of all cut from short shorts to flairs stare back at you, and patterns of all sizes leave you helpless. You spit out a bit of toothpaste in your mouth, and as you feel stumped looking at the clothes before you, you can't help but be slightly grateful that your hair and makeup were finished before you had to get dressed. Otherwise, you wouldn't make it out the door til 8. At least. 

Though as you look upon your options an idea sticks to you; some odd desire to dress, a little western. Perhaps not the full hat and spurs, but what could a little plaid hurt? And as you piece together an outfit consisting of low-cut frayed shorts, some simple boots, and a front-tied plaid button-up, you felt ready to perhaps line dance. I mean, who fucking cares anymore. Otherwise, you’d still be stuck in limbo. Better this than nothing. 

Putting on your first earring, a clock now showing 6:43, you hear a knock at the door, followed by said knock being answered by none other than your friend. Curious and afraid of who it may be, but unable to really go down and check as you hinged on being late as is, your questions are solemnly answered at the shrill “UNCLE JOEL!!!!” bounce upon the walls of the house as though she hadn't just seen him the day before. 

The indistinct conversation is held downstairs as you feel horrifically embarrassed to not remember that most gentlemen, arrive 10-15 minutes early. And you, haven't experienced anything but a 10 after honk outside your house your entire life.

As you hurry to dress, the low pitch of his voice, the drawl of his words that you can barely discern from the distance between you two but is still everpresent leaves you with a pit in your stomach of unprecedented anxiety. You had been trying so hard to convince yourself that this was normal, casual, to you, but internally you knew it was nothing but that to you. And that scared you shitless. You've failed to go on a date with anyone else since maybe, 8th grade? The graduation dance? Your whole life you remember one man, and now another seems to blow him out of the water, with unbelievable ease. You worried you wouldn't impress him, that this was your only opportunity to seemingly get something good, that he secretly still has disdain for you after what happened to you two the night before, that he- 

“HEYY!!!!!!!!! ARE YOU COMING DOWN OR WHAT! DON'T KEEP HIM WAITING!!!!” 

You witch. 

Secondhand embarrassment overwhelms any other emotion you had at that moment as a means to get you out the door, as soon as possible. Hurried steps fall down the stairs as you finish putting on your jewelry on the go, holding some within your pocket to finish up in Joel’s car. 

“Hi- oh, I'm sorry I didn't think you’d be here early uh,” 

Eyes lock on a vase of flowers new to the living room, that had not been there when you had last descended the stairs. 

“Well, I didn't want ta’ show up empty-handed. Though it nice ta’ get somethin small for the pretty ladies.” 

A shy smile creeps on his face as he explains the origin of the plants in the house, and a ring of surprise leaves you speechless for a moment. your friend pipes up;

“Isn't that so nice? Well, y'all better have a good time tonight. And don't bring her home too drunk Joel, then she’ll start telling me all her secrets, and I definitely don't want to hear that.” 

A smile and nudge hits him as she finishes her statement. 

Does she always have to be so corny? 

You look him up and down. He wore a faded blue button-up top, with the top few trailing down his chest being unbuttoned. What fell on top of that was a faded brown jacket, a darkened collar, and a sturdy material as its makeup. Jeans that seemed omnipresent on his body, but instead of working boots did he wear what seemed to be brown boots underneath the cuff of his jeans. You could tell he tried a bit with his appearance, seeing traces of gel lining his hair that fell aside his face, and a scent of cologne softly present but still enough to put on an air of intention to impress. 

Joel leads you to his truck, and as you enter it you realize just how much it smells like him. You smell sawdust and gas, with hints of his cologne. It was an old car, but with those scents combined it makes perfect sense to you. You took in the small things as he drove, anticipation welling in your body made everything seem so much more noticeable and intense, every sense in your body heightened at the sight of an unsuspecting Joel sitting to the left of you.

You notice as he bites his fingernails as though it's a habit, a strain upon his fingers down to the very skin of them that coats every finger on both of his hands. 

Both hands fall upon the wheel as he turns into the bar. 

“Finally here. Feelsa lot longer than it did when I was younger, funny thinkin of cause’ when I was ‘bout your age, you couldn’t pull me outta this place.” 

Hahaha when I was about your age. Damn you old man. 

“That mean I’m gonna have to pull you out of here tonight?” 

You look at him with a little smile, but he seems to begin getting out of the car before you can give him a direct look in the eyes. However when he goes around to your side to open your door, as you step out of it with a small jump onto the loose gravel of the parking lot, his eyes trace your body with noticeable intent. He looks at you for just a moment though, and as his eyes turn to meet your own, he just smiles and says; 

“Don't worry sweetheart, I can take my liquor nowadays. ‘Spose that cant be said fer you though, your little friend told me ‘bout yer habits when you drink.”

A satisfied chuckle leaves him that lands you in a pit of fear. What did she tell him. 

Story upon story of less-than-elegant scenes of your drunken stupor flash within your mind before the need to shake them off is immanent as he follows up; 

“Now no sense lookin like that hon, she aint tell me nothin too bad. Should she have? ‘Spose they’ve got virgin drinks now that this place got all prettied up since I last saw it. Just don't want ya pukin in my truck alright?” 

“Oh don't worry, I’ll be fine. I doubt I'll drink all too much anyways.” 

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“ I doubt I'll drink all too much anyways “

That's all that's able to ring through your head as you demand another shot at the counter. Sure, you drank but, 

"you hold it well!"

Or so you thought. But you never really noticed until now how badly you were hurt by what happened to you in the past few days. And when you lose someone you’ve known for 3 years, the inclination to drink past your limit grows ever stronger with every downing of liquor that's not on your tab. And as that realization becomes tucked into the back of your mind with every glass, more does an unfamiliar part of you comes out. One of loud unruliness, in the face of a man you otherwise strived to impress to the greatest degree.

 At this point in the night, he’s had what, 2 beers? The first already probably already having worn off. He was a smart drinker, and you could tell he stayed under the threshold where he couldn't drive anymore, as a means to stay safe for you. And as the drinks poured you made it evident to him how much you appreciated that. Many many times. He wasn't like any man you’d ever been out with anymore. He didn't judge you, or make fun of you. He endorsed whatever made you happy.

Until, of course, a woman comes out of the bathroom to inform him the lady he came with has been nauseous near the toilet bearing on ten minutes. 

“Alright doll, we’ve got to get you home.” 

Drunken slurs of disapproval at that notion dispel from you in the way of elongated “no’s” and “please’s” fill the bar as Joel felt within himself the karma of every man who had needed to do this to him, now having to do this for you. 

“C’mon you know fightin me wont work, I'm much stronger than you darlin’.” 

And with flailed arms still being swung in the general direction of him, he finds this means to deal with you the old-fashioned way.

That being, just picking you up and taking you home that way. And thus, with one fail swoop of an arm and shoulder, you were slung over him in a fireman's carry. Too flushed and furious for a reason you can't quite discern, you throw weak jabs into his back as he takes you out of the bar as though you were nothing but a small child; treating you as though you were no weight at all upon a back hardened by muscle and grit. But even as he brings you to his truck, he lowers you into its passenger seat with nothing less than utter precaution. As though you were a porcelain doll that could break at any sight of rough handling. 

“Alright princess, in you go.” 

Is what’s mumbled under the breath of this gruff and barely buzzed man, now taking care of you as though you were a princess. At least you felt like it, as his arms wrapped around you with ease to shift you into a bridal carry that was a better means of getting you inside with. 

All you can do is say indiscernible things towards him as he says that to you. Not being able to process, at least in the moment, how softly he treated you. And as he closed the door on your side, and opened his own side to drive, you found yourself slowly drifting into a sleep wedged between the truck door and its window. Quite a comfortable situation for the moment, it seemed. 

What awoke you briefly was the feeling of his warm body against yours as he carried you out of his truck once more. This time taking you inside somewhere comfortably warm, inside home. He lays you on a couch that finds much greater comfort than the previous sleeping arrangement. As you lay down there, more than ready for rest he comes by once more to lift your head, a pillow to meet your head as you lay back down. And a blanket to cover you evermore, he made sure your body was tilted sideways. With that, you drift into sleep once more. 

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You wake up, checking a phone clock that shines at you 3:04am against the darkness of the house. Looking around, you quickly notice that, this isn't your house. This is absolutely unfamiliar, from the kitchen to the furniture to especially, the man who slept across from you in a cushioned chair. With strained eyes and a brief flash of your flashlight, it becomes evident that it's Joel. hands crossed across his chest and a slight snore leaving his person with every breath, a pang to your head reminds you of the night you allowed go to waste in the face of drowning your problems. Cursing to yourself the lost potential of a night like this, you also thank whomever above that he chose to take you to his home instead.

 However, the liquor still seemed to have a hold on you as you looked across the living room at the dimly illuminated face of Joel through the moonlight that shone through the window. 

You approached him, slowly. A wobble in every step that when paired with unfamiliar territory meant a lot of close calls on your part, but nonetheless you walked the few feet with no major issue. And there you stood, just inches away from him. His chest rises up and down to the rhythm of his body and the peaceful eyes of a man whose body soaks in any moment of rest it can muster. His mouth was slightly open as he slept, you studied it. Slightly parted were two brightly colored lips that were covered on its top by the growth of his mustache, and its bottom being overgrown by a quarter-inch beard that coats the lower half of his face.

You lean in closer, something overtaking you that can only be explained by drunken lust. So close in fact, that you can feel the heat of his breath upon yours. It's intoxicating. You haven't felt this kind of feeling in your heart for years, this desire to do something you didn't know the consequences of. The excitement of something new overtook you. Without any more thought, you close the gap. Feeling his lips against yours as he’s non the wiser, all but a simple kiss against his lips is all you needed to satiate this urge you’d had bubbled within yourself since you first heard his voice downstairs while you got ready. 

At least, you thought. But as you tasted the liquor on his lips and smelled the remnants of cologne on his neck you couldn't help yourself. One kiss became two, to three, to fo- 

A mumble stopped you in your tracks. You shot up what seemed like 10 feet, stumbling far enough away to absolve suspicion from your highly odd acts, to say the least. 

His eyes slowly flutter open, followed by a groan and a stretch of his arms and legs wakes him up enough to address you. With fingers rubbing his eyes, he asks; 

“Hey, are’ya finally up?” 

Groggy, raspy, deep, whatever the fuck you want to say. It was everything. A just woken Texan man with the rasp and the drawl all together could finish you off right then and there. 

You search for words, excuses, anything to respond to him with. Panicked, you say the first thing that comes to your mind. 

“Oh yeah, I uh. I wanted to ask if I could take a shower maybe? Soak off the rest of this drunk. Is that, would that be alright?” 

You look for his eyes in the dark of night, and as they meet yours he forms a reply, 

“Course ya’ can. It's uh, just down there to the left. In my room.” 

“Thank you” 

Making your way down the dark corridors you find his room, and an entrance envelopes you in a part of his life. You see the things that he values enough to keep within his room, the set of sheets he sleeps on every night. The mementos that make his life fleshed out before you. And of course, the guitars. Of course, he plays the guitar, I mean what the hell else is he supposed to do. 

You stumble into the bathroom, impressively kept for only housing a single man. Within there do you mindlessly strip your clothes, opting to shower as soon as possible just to not make him any more suspicious of the things you’re doing in his own home. 

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Stepping out, however, having used his shampoo and body wash in an oddly exciting experience of smelling exactly like him, do you grapple with the uncomfortable realization you have no clothes to wear after you do all of this. You step out of the water, turning it off, and grabbing a towel to wrap around you a few things pass through your mind. Whether you go, and ask him for clothes. Or, if you just take them for yourself. Both have quite interesting endings to them, however, the latter seems to be more enticing. And you begin to realize perhaps it isn't the liquor that’s making you act like this, it's pure unadulterated lust. 

Walking into his room once more do you rummage through drawers and closets looking for something wearable. And within it do you find an insanely dated rock shirt, and a pair of his boxers to suit your desired amount of cover. 

You walk into the living room once more, a new wardrobe adorning you, you notice that the light is now turned on; he’s stayed awake. With a bit more caution in your step you watch as you round the corner of the living room he’s stood in the kitchen, cooking some sort of tea. Wearing little else than a pair of plaid pants to sleep in. 

“Ah he-” 

Turning to face you does he stop in his tracks as he observes you. Smelling like him, dressed in his attire, you realize that there's no man alive who could properly see that and act normal about that. Even the southern gentleman stood before you. He places the container of honey he held for his recipe down on the counter and approaches you slightly; 

“I see you’ve found some clothes then? Was thinkin a’ bringin some of Sarah's stuff in fer ya, but I’ve got to say that this is a bit better of a sight.” 

A smirk grows on his lips as he looks at you, a sense of desire that he had previously covered came to the surface as he saw you within his clothes. Assuming that was the only reason as to why.  

Walking towards you does he move a stray piece of hair from your face to the back of your ears, looking at you from above he speaks again in a deeper, more domineering voice; 

“Now I won't play stupid with you sweetheart. I felt all that stuff you were doing ta’ me, didn't think it’d be the first thing you’d do wakin up in a stranger's house. But can't say I'm all too mad at it.” 

He cups your face with his palms and lifts your chin to look up at him. 

“And now yer standing here in all my clothes, covered in me. Wasn't plannin on saying anything ‘bout it til you walked in here lookin like that. Now I don't think I can rightly resist darlin’.” 

Before you can let out a word edgewise, he takes you into a kiss of his own, making sure to taste every part of you as you did him, down to the back of your neck where his tongue quickly traveled where traces of your night still burned your taste buds.

You let a moan escape, purely out of shock are you so vocal. Closing your eyes, you let the brush of his beard on your face, and the rough kiss of his lips guide you to wherever he’d want you to go. 

After a few more moments of this, he lets up. For breath, but also to talk to you for a moment. His hands still cupped to your face, some of his fingers tracing their steps from the roots of your hair he had been grabbing just a moment prior.

“You wear all that pretty getup, and then you get all drunk on me. Spewin ‘bout how great I am, how kind I am. How you’ve never been shown anything like me. But let me tell you, sweetheart, I’ll make sure to show ya how a real man treats a woman like you.” 

He grabs you by your thighs, lifting you up in the air to wrap your legs around his waist. He walks you over to the room you’d just left moments prior and doesn't fail to kiss you every moment he can in the small walk to his bedroom. Kicking open the door cracked open, he’s finally able to dump you onto his bed as he crawls on top of you. 

“Spread yer fuckin’ legs, baby” 

You listen intently. Doing just what he asks, do they fall to the side of you with as far apart as you can make them. Feeling his calloused hands as they trace your waist from beneath his shirt, until he slowly teases the waistband of his boxers. Pulling them down slowly reveals only your naked body beneath them. 

“Such a pretty sight aren't ya? And so much for me already, what a good girl.” 

He wastes no time to dip his face within your heat. Sopping up every drip that seeped from you from the moment you’d first kissed him. Feeling his tongue venture to every crevice, every fold inside of you makes your hands grip onto his sheets as a means to hold yourself down at the feeling of his tongue all around you. 

Moaning filled his room as he pleased you, an empty house allowing the echo of your sound to make the neediness of his tongue on you to sound even greater. 

He grips onto your thighs a bit harder as he lets up for a moment. 

“Now listen, I'm gonna need ya’ to stay still alright darlin’? I'm gonna change it up a bit for ya.” 

Going back in, you feel his tongue enter you entirely. Inside of you, up and down did he hit every part of you that made you weak and spazzed under his grip. The shake of your legs was only stopped by the iron grip he kept on them to make sure they stayed open no matter how badly you wanted them closed instinctively. The feeling of him inside of you sent shocks like lightning across your body at every flick of his tongue, at every hum to your clit while he relished in your stomach growing concave and your breath hitching and whining at every slight moment he made towards you. 

“Joel- fuck. Fuck I feel like I'm going to cum.” 

You plead for him not to stop. To never stop to please you to climax. 

And he does exactly that. He toys with you and fucks you until you’re nothing but a screaming mess with him inside of you. Grabbing onto his hair, to the sheets, everything you can as your body convulses entirely by the work of his mouth alone. 

He slowly lets up, not forgetting to tease your sensitive clit for a moment longer before going to look at you. A face coated in your juices, he looks upon you with a toothy grin and a sense of satisfaction upon his face. 

“Been a while since I've done all that. Glad ta know I’ve still got it in me, sweetheart.” 

He stands up, and what greets you is a bulge that comes purely from his adoration for being able to please you as he just did. He loved watching you like that, losing yourself at his touch, being able to do nothing but scream his name until your brain went numb to anything but the thought of him. 

Out of breath with beads of sweat covering your face, you sit yourself up to better face his heat. Palming it with his hands before he could say another word, you watch his head buck up to reveal a neck and shoulders coated with tense muscle at the feeling of your hand on him. 

“Fuck darlin;. Been a while since I’ve felt any a’ that either” 

A voice interrupted by the pitch shifts of a man insanely desperate for your touch makes you well aware of what you need more than anything else. 

You continued to paw at his bulge, feeling out how big he was just by the crease of his pants beneath your hand as you toyed with it, up and down. Slowly stroking it and toying with its base. His head, and watching as each motion elicited a harsh breath to escape him as he bucked his knees ever so slightly as you continued. 

He looks down at you, and as he watches your eyes look up at him from his waist, he takes you into his arms once more. Lifting you to turn you on your back, does he lay right on top of you as your stomach lays on the bed and his body atop of yours. 

You feel his bulge between your ass, and ass he makes quick of removing all other layers, you feel how solid he is right against your back. Heavy breath met in your ear before he did anything else. 

“I’m going to make you forget feelin’ any other kind of way. The only thing you’re ever gonna remember after tonight is my cock, alright princess?” 

He takes that as a means to move it to right between your thighs, right outside your entrance do a few strokes to feel how wet you are, giving way to his tip right on your clit, up and down. That alone could finish you for a second time, but as his cock entered you you saw as his eyes rolled in the back of his eyes at the feeling of being inside of you. 

He was big, almost too big. You felt as though he was almost ripping you apart, in the best way possible. It felt so fucking good to have him slowly go into you. Feeling as with every inch closer to completely inside of you it got harder and harder for him to keep a steady pace with how badly he wanted to fuck you. 

“Fuck you don't know how badly I’ve wanted this darlin’. Can’t have even imagined how tight you’d be. You’re perfect for me.” 

As he got completely inside of you, you felt him curl over you and use one of his arms to grip your upper body as a means of support. When he went in and out of you, curling you upwards to arch your back and feel completely every thrust he put into you. 

He couldn't control himself anymore. The kind gentleman you had let open the door for you when you entered the car now dripped beads of sweat upon your naked body as he fucked you like a toy. Grunts and moans fill the room to complement the incessant moans that you scream at the feeling of him inside of you. Using you and fucking wrecking you. You felt yourself getting close again at the feeling of his cock inside of you, until you felt his free hand make its way down to your clit to please you even while he fucked you. 

“I want to make you cum again. Feel how tight you fuckin get on my cock. Think you can do that for me baby?” 

That was more than enough for you. Only after a few strokes were you a shaking mess on top of his cock, just like he commanded of you. At the feeling of your climax wrapped around his cock, he quickened his pace until he pulled out just in time to cum all over your back. Feeling it drip down every crevice of your body as the feeling of his cum shooting on you seemed to go on forever. 

Jagged breath from both you and him is all that fills the silence of the room as you two were both too tired to even speak for a moment. 

“‘Supose I’ll go clean ya up. Least I can do darlin’. You just stay right there, and I’ll get you all cleaned up.” 

And there he goes, into his bathroom. And so you let yourself lay there for a moment, dripping in your own cum as well as his. As you hear him come out from the bathroom you feel the grist of a towel meet your backside as he makes sure to take care of every spot that has him on it with much care as to not leave you uncomfortable. The doting, loving Joel came back the moment it was all over. You could feel it in the soft stroke of the towel upon your bare skin, and the quick tonal shift in his voice as he offered to get that for you in the first place.

“Sure you need these too.” 

He hands you his boxers, and as you put them on he continues. 

"You can sleep in my bed fer tonight, think that’ll be alright. Though, might have’ta join ya, the chair aint all that comfortable. If, ‘course that's alright with you.” 

He just fucked you and is asking if it’s okay to sleep in the same bed. …

All you can muster is a pat on the side of the bed next to you, at which he greatly obliged and meets you beneath the greeting sheets upon his bed. 

And as you drift into sleep once more, mumbling compliments and thanks within his ear as you grow conscious enough again to speak, he greets you in kind with sweet kisses over your face, and eventually, a big spoon to hold you until night's end. 

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