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vanteguccir · 2 months

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8 minutes of cute moments | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where a fan made an 8-minute video with a compilation of Chris and Y/N being in love.

Warning: None.

Requested?: Yes, by @lightsgore

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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The fans of the triplets simply adored Y/N and Chris together, and that wasn't news. The number of comments and likes doubled whenever the girl appeared with her boyfriend in a random picture in a photo dump on Instagram or when her voice sounded in the background of a video.

But what they loved most was when a cute moment of the two of them together was captured during a video on the Sturniolo channel or in a fraction of seconds on Y/N's TikTok, and they made this clear by making thousands of compilations of these little moments, long enough to even post on YouTube.

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8 minutes of cute moments between Chris Sturniolo and his girlfriend, Y/N.

1st minute:

The triplets and Y/N were walking down the sidewalk near the arena in Boston, where they played hockey with Nate.

Nick was recording himself with his phone, talking about how he had almost slipped on the ice several times, when Chris and Y/N's voices sounded, interrupting him. He focused the front camera on the two behind him, surreptitiously recording them.

"... But baby, it wasn't my fault." Y/N complained, her lips forming a pout as her eyes focused on the floor.

"Babe, I asked you to record the game, right?" Chris asked, an amused smile on his face.

They walked side by side, the girl's right arm around her boyfriend's slightly sweaty waist, while Chris's left arm rested on Y/N's shoulders, his fingers caressing her left bicep lightly.

"Yes, and I recorded it!" Her voice came out high-pitched.

"Okay, and how many times did I make a goal?" The boy asked again, raising his right eyebrow.

"Three." Y/N replied in an obvious tone, raising her eyes to look into the blue ones she loved so much. "You kissed me every time you did it." She smiles proudly.

"Yes, and how many of those three did you record?"

"None." She looked down again, her pout deepening. "But-"

Chris threw his head back, his laughter echoing through the night, interrupting his girlfriend's defense.

He leaned down slightly, sealing his lips over Y/N's head, an amused smile still on his face. Oh, how he loved his girlfriend.

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2nd minute:

The triplets were filming the video "A night at the North Pole with Larray and Nai!". The camera was positioned in a strategic point so that the lens captured all the camping items around the room, as well as the brothers and the two guests.

Y/N was in her shared room with Chris, already dressed in her - his - pajamas and with her skincare done, ready for bed. But sleep never came.

She knew she had trouble sleeping without Chris after her body got used to the boy's presence pressed against hers every night for 5 years, so her mind didn't seem to give in, begging for the warmth that Chris's larger body provided.

After a few long minutes of turning from side to side, Y/N gave up trying. Sleep was taking over her, and she was feeling more and more stressed for not being able to go into dream land, so she decided to just go to her boyfriend.

Y/N rose from the bed, their duvet wrapped around her body like a cape. Her hands reached for the handle of the white door, closing it behind her and climbing the stairs in slow, silent steps caused by the fluffy socks that covered her feet.

Larray was the first to notice her - sitting facing the top of the stairs. He smiled, amused by his friend's condition; her eyes slightly closed from sleep, her hair high in a messy bun, and her hands gripping the edges of the duvet tightly.

Not many seconds passed, and Y/N's figure was finally caught by the camera, the girl having entered the frame.

"Hey, zombie girl." Nick joked when he noticed her, raising his eyebrows in amusement.

Y/N completely ignored him, walking towards her boyfriend from behind the triplets, not wanting to step on the food that was on the floor between the five of them.

Chris's face automatically lit up when he noticed her after hearing his brother, a big smile taking over as his eyes sparkled. He opened his arms, already waiting for his girlfriend's next move.

The girl smiled lazily back, planting her feet on the floor on either side of her boyfriend's hips, before lowering herself with Chris's help, sitting on his lap.

The brunette quickly wrapped her in his arms, surrounding her torso covered by the fluffy duvet. He hugged her tightly, laying his head in the crook of her neck and exhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo momentarily, before resting his chin on her shoulder, being able to see everything in front of him.

"Sleep, pretty girl."

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3rd minute:

Chris was playing Fortnite live on Twitch. His camera was on and focused on his upper body. His head was covered by the hood of his hoodie, pressed against his ears by the headphone, from where muffled sounds from the video game were coming out.

Within 30 minutes of streaming, Y/N's figure shyly appeared behind Chris. Her hands held a tray with some snacks and an already opened can of Pepsi.

She walked towards her boyfriend, curving her spine slightly forward so that her face came into his field of vision, alerting him to her presence.

The boy's blue eyes widened in excitement almost instantly, a smile stretching across his face as his right hand worked on pausing the game, using the soles of his feet against the floor to turn his body towards her.

"Hi bubba, I just came to drop off some snacks for you. It's been a while since you had dinner, I thought you could be hungry." Y/N counted in a low tone, momentarily forgetting that Chris's headphones were of the highest quality, meaning it caught her every word.

The couple didn't notice the chaos in the chat, too focused on each other.

Chris bit his lower lip in an attempt to stop his smile from growing any wider, taking the tray from Y/N's hands and placing it on the free space on his computer desk.

He lifted his chin slightly in the air so that he brought his lips closer to hers, sealing them in a quick kiss, his eyes shining with intense love.

"Thank you, babe." Chris thanked in an equally low tone, adjusting himself in his chair again, ready to go back to playing.

Y/N smiled, caressing his shoulder lightly before turning to leave the room.

"I love you." The brunette shouted quickly before his girlfriend could close the door, receiving an "I love you more" in return.

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4th minute:

The triplets and Y/N were at an Italian restaurant, having decided to go out to dinner together that day.

Y/N was talking to Matt about one of the random facts that the boy knew and blurted out of nowhere, the two deeply involved in the conversation.

The dishes had just been delivered by the waiter, who placed them respectively in front of the person who ordered, leaving shortly afterward.

Chris quickly pulled Y/N's plate towards himself, grabbing his own knife and fork and cutting the sirloin steak into small pieces and separating them from the pasta, knowing how much his girl hated cutting meat and how she always ate too quickly.

What he didn't notice was that Nick took out his phone the moment he started the gesture, closely recording his brother cutting his girlfriend's food, practicing the act of service.

After finishing, Chris lightly pushed the plate in front of his girl, turning around to start eating his own.

The girl smiled shyly, turning to Chris momentarily, sealing her lips over his cheek before murmuring a "thank you, babe" against his skin, turning her attention back to Matt.

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5th minute:

The triplets were in their car, recording another car video. Y/N was their special guest, sitting in the backseat next to Chris, who chose to sit there just to be close to his girlfriend.

Y/N had just taken a bite of the pepperoni pizza that Nick took from the trunk, finishing chewing quickly so she could bring her point of view on something Nick was saying, gesturing with her right hand while her left held the piece carefully.

Chris watched her closely, his eyes fixed on her side profile as he listened, nodding his head.

Something the fandom loved was how Y/N was the only person Chris didn't interrupt all the time, showing himself completely interested in hearing anything his girl was saying, regardless of whether it made sense or not.

At one point, the boy lowered his eyes, stretching his right arm and taking one of the napkins that was on the car console, bringing it to Y/N's mouth, lightly wiping the corner of her lip that was dirty with sauce, but without interrupting her.

Chris folded the napkin, leaving it on his lap, knowing he would have to use it again soon.

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6th minute:

"Look, boys, learn from Chris how to treat a girl right." Nick whispered from behind his phone.

He was standing behind the kitchen table, holding his cell in his right hand, the rear camera focused on the living room couch, where Y/N was.

The girl was lying on her side, her knees bent so that her thighs touched her chest. Her back was facing the room, while her face was lightly pressed against the back of the couch. A Fresh Love sweatshirt set covered her body, keeping her warm.

Small sighs escaped her half-open mouth, her eyes moving behind her eyelids, showing how deep her sleep was.

Chris, who was sitting with her feet on his lap seconds ago, was now standing in front of the couch, curving his spine down so that he could reach his girlfriend, slowly passing his arms under her neck and bent knees, pulling her up.

On instinct, Y/N raised her left arm, surrounding Chris's neck and laying her head on his chest, waking up for just a few seconds, caressing his covered skin with the tip of her nose.

"Shh, sleep baby. I'm right here." Chris murmured in a low tone, sealing her forehead lightly, stopping his movements as he watched her close her eyes again, falling back to sleep.

Chris moved slowly, hugging Y/N's body against his as he walked towards the stairs, not noticing Nick recording them from afar.

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7th minute:

Y/N was sitting on the puff in front of her makeshift dressing table. Her phone was resting on it horizontally while her front camera recorded herself.

She was talking about the new trend in the fashion world, having as a hobby making videos for TikTok about fashion and makeup. While the girl explained in detail, her hands worked on doing her nighttime skincare, gesturing, and changing products alternately.

Chris's figure appeared behind her a few seconds after she started it, his hands holding Y/N's hairbrush. He was already ready to sleep, his eyes half closed with sleep and his hair slightly messy.

A habit created by the couple was that, while Y/N did her skincare before bed, Chris would carefully comb her hair, having always had a great love for her locks.

The boy approached his girlfriend, smiling quickly at the camera before stopping behind Y/N. His free hand parted her hair so he could comb it without hurting her or leaving any part behind.

Chris raised his hand with the hairbrush, starting to do it gently, untangling the knots created throughout the day and aligning the strands.

His eyes met Y/N's from time to time through the mirror, a small smile resting on his lips, adorning his passionate features.

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8th minute:

It was the Versus Tour; Matt, Chris, and Nick were playing the last round of Giant Jenga when Chris spotted a fan with a sign held up.

"Wait, before we continue, can I read a sign from a fan real quick?" The brunette interrupted the group, holding his microphone with his right hand and pointing at the crowd with his left one, receiving absurdly loud screams in response.

Matt shrugged, looking at Nick, who nodded, making a go-ahead gesture with his hands.

"Hi! Can I read your sign?" Chris turned back to the audience, pointing to a specific girl. The girl's eyes widened, her mouth opening in shock at being noticed by her idol, taking a few seconds to finally nod her head repeatedly. "Your sign says, "I'm only here for Y/N"-"

Loud screams interrupted Chris, fans going wild at the mention of his girlfriend's name. The brunette took the microphone away from his mouth, laughing in disbelief and looking at a specific area on the right side of the stage.

A fan, who was in the audience and recording the moment, focused the rear camera of her phone on the place where Chris looked, being able to capture the figure of Y/N, who was laughing loudly and clapping her hands in amusement, shaking her head.

"Well, I can't judge you. Everywhere I am, I only go for Y/N, too." Chris muttered into his microphone again, laughing as he received even louder screams in response.

His eyes met his girlfriend's, throwing an air kiss and an "I love you" with just a movement of his lips, before turning his attention back to the game.

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Extra minute:

The triplets and Y/N were at their house with Nate and Madi. Everyone was in the living room, talking about random topics while a movie played on the television at low volume, serving as ambient sound. Some board games were scattered on the floor, next to unopened or already eaten snacks.

Chris was sitting on a puff in front of the big windows while Y/N was on his lap. She had her legs thrown to one side while her torso was on the other, sitting sideways on Chris's thighs with her right shoulder resting on his chest.

Chris's arms encircled her body, his right one holding her waist while his left one caressed her thighs lightly.

The girl was talking about a situation she witnessed between a group of third-party friends, always keeping her boyfriend updated on the gossip.

What they didn't know was that Madi was recording their cute moment.

As Y/N spoke, Chris looked into her eyes intently, his gaze so full of love that Madi thought she could see hearts in the place of his pupils.

The brunette nodded from time to time, making it clear that he had his attention on her and understood everything she was saying, an almost imperceptible smile resting on the corner of his lips.

The two seemed to be surrounded by a bubble created just for them, the entire outside world completely forgotten.

That was their dynamic, and the triplets fandom loved it.

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bellatrixscurls · 5 months

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stepbrother!eddie, stepbrother’s boyfriend!stevie and you,,

(this is not a lot, just a filthy thought of mine <3 hope you enjoy)

eddie always brings his boyfriend home, and god, is he pretty. and today? today was not different.

it is Friday night, and you are watching movies alone whilst your mother and eddie’s uncle are at dinner, doing god knows what. but you don’t really mind, you like the quiet.

as you are laying on the couch, you hear hushed voices from behind the front door before it opens, revealing the smug look on your stepbrother’s face, and a stumbling steve behind him.

“oh, hello there, sweetheart” eddie greets you and you nod at him, giving both of them a small smile. he is heading towards the bathroom, leaving steve standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

“you can sit, stevie” you hum without glancing at him, your eyes glued to the tv. you can tell that he is nervous about something, but you don’t question it.

you hear him shift for a moment before he finally plops down next to you, his legs wide open. unknowingly staring at the way his legs flexed in his shorts, and he immediately notices. “imagine standing between them.”

you look at him wide-eyed, a confused smile on your lips. “i’m sorry?”

“chuck and nate? gossip girl?” he smiles lazily, but something is well hidden under it. you don’t notice it though.

“right” you mumble under your breath and sink back in your spot.

silence settles over the two of you, but it doesn’t last long as eddie comes bursting from the bathroom, only in his boxers, his toned, tatted chest making you gulp. “talked her into it yet?”

he sits down on the armchair across from you, pulling out a cig from his pack. “oh, she was into it already. didn’t have to do nothin.”

“s that right, sweetheart?” he teases, raising his brows at you. you listen very closely to their conversation, and when he calls your name, your ears perk up.

“i- i didn’t- uh,” you stutter and eddie laughs loudly at that, he thinks you are just adorable. “fuck me” you curse yourself under your breath, but guess who still manages to hear you.

and by the end of the night, you discover a side of steve that isn’t shy, or maybe reticent. he touches you with so much fervor, lips sucking on your skin so deliciously.

“that’s a good girl, honey” he praises sweetly, breathlessly. he plants a soft kiss on the underside of your boob, before pulling out slowly, his cum leaking out of you.

“you are so good, you did so good for me” and the praise is endless. his plump lips kissing all over your face and body.

but the sweet moment doesn’t last very long, cus eddie is pulling you out of steve’s embrace, and presses his hard cock against your backside. “ah well, gotta reward you for making my boy happy, don’t i?” he hums against your skin and you whimper helplessly, desperately grinding yourself against his dick.

steve is watching you two with wide eyes, biting on his plump lips, and eddie beckons him over until the younger boy is sitting between your thighs. how ironic.

“wanna attend her little clit when i fuck her, my love?” he asks and steve is quick to nod, looking up at you like a starved puppy. “go ahead then, pretty boy.”

#steve harrington smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #steddie smut #steddie x reader #nsfw.jd

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042502 · 23 days

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Photography // M.Sturniolo x Reader.

SYNOPSIS: After a meeting with friends, you and Matt have a sensual photography section. WARNINGS: Nude photographs, inappropriate language, sex, massages, a little jealousy, fetishes, feet. NOTES: My first language is not English, so if you find any grammatical errors you already know why :) avoid making offensive comments about it, If this is too much for you, Fuck off. MASTERLIST!!

I put me cell phone aside, after sending a message to Sophia, saying that you were already home. Me attention is completely focused on the figure of the boy leaning against the bedroom door frame, with the camera lens still looking at i and a smile on his lips. You strike a pose, taking the wine glass between my fingers before another click.

"Was it good?" I ask sitting on her calves.

Matt looks at the camera screen, still smiling widely, even a little goofy.

"You always turn out well" he praises me and I feel my cheeks hurt from laughing so much.

I see him approaching, sits in front of me, on the floor of the room. I stretch my legs towards Matt's body, and quickly grabs one of my feet to warm it with his palms. I'm sighing, feeling his thumb massaging a specific area of my bare sole.

I bring the wine glass to my lips to take a sip.

"Do you like me?" I try to find out, quietly. I hold the wine glass against my chin, feeling the coldness of the glass. thoughtfully.

"¿Mmm?”

"Your friends. Do they like me?"

Matt hangs his head in the corner.

"And who wouldn't like you, baby?"

"Sometimes I think I don't have much to add, my mood isn't very good" I begin to list.

"They love you, don't worry" he lifts your leg slightly to kiss my heel "And you? You like him?"

I Smile.

"Yes," I reply. "They're fun. Nate is hilarious”

"It's a good thing Chris didn't drink, and was able to take him home."

"Sophia is very pretty and nice. I think we can be friends... And Madi too, she's fun" Before taking another sip, i lifts her other foot so Matt can massage it, just as he did with the previous one.

Matt leaves me another kiss, this time on top of my fingers. Some hands run over my skin, soft, one extends to my ankle and returns, in a caress. Matt gaze meets my.

"Nate says you're pretty," he comments, like it doesn't matter, but his eyes darken. And me don't cooperate, daring when you give a mischievous smile, looking at the ground.

"He's cute, too."

"Mm... Seriously?"

"He's cute too. He's really hot." I feels a determined pressure during the massage and laughs unassumingly. "He's an adorable boy."

Matt catches his bottom lip under his teeth, as if he has to bite off the words before they can escape his mouth. The even theatrical expression makes I laugh a few more times, so when he gives me one back.

"Do you think he's more adorable than me?"

"Jealous, baby?"

Matt pulls me by my feet, making me back slide against the arch that separates the room from the balcony. Teeth graze me skin, nibbling, teasing. All the clumsy movement is meant to tickle me and make i laugh until your stomach hurts.

"Matth..." I tries to say his name, in vain, because he chokes on the word halfway and only knows how to bend his legs to save himself from the attack of jealousy.

When he gets mercy, it's a disaster. With her elbows resting on the cold floor, her legs spread and the hem of her floral dress completely wrapped around her waist. I gasps, noticing that her eyes are even wet.

My boyfriend's gaze goes from soft to hot as he places his attention between me legs. The sight of the cute underwear model is a refreshment for blue eyes; The background is light, lace at the edges. Also rest me head on the doorpost in front of me, take the digital camera, hanging by the strap around me neck, once again in my hands.

The angle, now more lascivious due to the circumstances, is not scary. On the contrary, calm down, me murmur, because you'd rather pull down me thong and show off again.

A mischievous smile appears on the boy's lips, behind the camera, but he did not take the photo. He approaches, on his knees, to position itself between my thighs. With one hand, I spread my legs further apart.

“It's cute,” he says charmingly, because the next sentence is obscene. “But it would be prettier for the camera if it were wet, right?”

Me nod and watch as Matt takes his thumb into his mouth and sucks on it, then brings it to me sweet spot. The stimulus soon grows in my lower abdomen, it's exact. In circles, in a pleasant rhythm, like someone who is more than used to caressing me there.

I throws his head back and sighs. The delicious burning in the pit of me stomach is even more pleasant when he takes the opportunity to bite my chin, blowing the hot air against my skin. My body responds, shuddering, me insides clenching around the void, needing something inside.

"Ah, yes, baby, now..." I only looks forward when i hears him whisper. I follows the up and down movement that the indicator makes between the wet mess me become, sinking slightly, but not entering. Her eyes were lost between my legs.

"How pretty..." he leans in to place a kiss on the corner of my mouth. "I would love to capture the moment..."

He doesn't even care if your face will be framed by the camera, his expression sweet, his lips parted and his eyes shining with lust. Most of the time, the albums they make don't even reveal the dirty faces of the bodies immortalized at seedy angles. Oh yeah, i done this before. Repeatedly. Perhaps more than can be counted.

Me think it's just my little thing, you know? Something in common. Me can't deny it, the ego rises when me watch the shots i takes. Me really think me the most beautiful girl because of him. And it's not that he hasn't taken risks as someone behind the camera, too. Among the different photos in which me are the muse, are my, of the male body. The striking jaw, the slightly white skin. The hands with long, thin fingers, the small V-shaped entrances that lead to the bare abdomen, marking the pelvic bone.

Is it too naughty to have wished during dinner that the camera would stop photographing the moment of celebration and be used in the living room, like now? Of course me enjoyed the time me shared with my boyfriend's friends, my feel like you're going to be friends with his friends, but well, I'm already so trained in showing yourself in front of the camera that me can't. Look at him with the object in front of his hands without feeling a tingle in my body. The curves of my body drawing me in the darkness, naked on the mattress after giving it so much; semen-stained skin and his mischievous smile, as if nothing had happened.

"Matt" i say the name in the most sensual and cunning way i know how. Me hands go straight to the waistband of the shorts, restless until me undo the only button. I gets up from the floor, reverses her position with such eagerness, moaning like a kitten. in heat, until he gets him to lean his back against the bedroom wall, hiding them both from the lighting that penetrates the room from the apartment balcony.

"What? Hmm?" I still have to hear the hoarse voice whispering, pretending, as if it can't even read perfectly what me want. Matt is smiling, he helps me slide me shorts and underwear down a little so me can grab his erection. "What's up, huh?"

He himself is in charge of getting rid of the camera that he has hanging from his neck, taking off his shirt and throwing the object in any direction.

He holds his chin, raising his attention from the head shining with lust to the man's cynical face. However, his movements with clenched fists, rising and falling along, do not stop.

"You're so excited you can't even talk, like a smart girl, right?" The tone is pure mockery, laughing, teasing me just when me need it most. Me pout my lips, me palms already wet. I lifts her hips just so i can line me up and lowers them again, turning them inward.

The boy's hands slide down me thighs, pricking the flesh with his nails until they dig into my ass. He closes his eyes taking advantage of the tight sensation of being swallowed by my body, he even leans down to seek my lips, but he remains with his mouth half open, sucking air into his lungs.

He crosses his legs, giving me full support with his thighs to go up and down without quickly feeling his muscles hurt. He encourages me, pays me one or two compliments with a sweet accent that makes me forget the rhythm of the rubbing up and down against Matt crotch. He's rubbing his sensitive spot, his fingers sinking into my boyfriend's thick hair. And it contains no pleasure. The sweet moan, head tilted to the side, mouth open, so crazy in the sensation that a little saliva slips from the corner and drips onto one's own thigh.

"Silly" Matt mocks, with a smile. He takes his thumb to wipe away the wet traces, but I just wanted to trick him, ending with a light pat on the cheek. I laugh and he laughs.

He grabs the hair at the back of my neck firmly, so that i eyes cannot escape his gaze.

"You know what you want, huh?" He tells, but he doesn't respond with words. I lifts me off the floor, i guides me to the bed. In her hands is the control to adjust me sitting on I'm calves on the mattress, leaning me torso so that it is resting on the edge. He leans down and is ready to be inside me once again. "Imagine how delicious a photo of you body dripping with semen would be, huh? What do you think?"

I smile, satisfied with the new circumstances. Just imagining yourself that way is enough to make my body boil, offering yourself even more in that position. And the worst thing is that i stays still, with her little eyes looking over her shoulder at the man's figure so focused on getting everything in until he completely falls apart, that when i catches him with a mischievous smile, i feels her cheeks burn.

Unfortunately, he also doesn't escape the completely drooling boner at the end. My body expels the white cream during the first contraction. matt gasps, unable to divert his attention from such an erotic scene. He could have lifted the camera off the ground at the same time, immortalizing such indecency, but the echo of voices coming from the street makes him click his tongue in frustration.

“Mattheeeew!” Madi is the one who shouts first, screeching. The last syllable not only lengthens, but also takes on a higher pitch.

"Come back, Matt! Hey, open the door, heeey?" Nate shouts along. "Madi forgot the... What did you forget?"

"Matt!" The third voice is Chris's, also making a fuss, as if it were the end of the world that Madi had forgotten something that not even the girl herself can remember what it is. And from the sound of the horn to get more attention, it seems that everyone returned to their front door at this time of night. My God, the neighbors...

My boyfriend pulls up his shorts, buttons them to cover himself as much as possible, and sighs. But me call him before letting him go anyway.

"Matt..."

"Calm down, baby" the male voice sounds soft. He caresses me back, tilting his head so he can look at me. "Stay here, quietly, wait for me. "I'll be back, I'm going quickly."

"But, Matt," i grabs his wrist as he watches him threaten to leave again. “What if it drips on the floor?”

The expression on Matt's face is so angry that me even regret the stupid question. His smile spreading, the soft bite of his lips as he shifts the focus from his eyes to my ass.

"Ah baby, you look prettier for the photo that way."

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letstripdotcom · 3 months

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losing sleep - matt sturniolo x fem!reader

a/n: much needed enemies to lovers bc i’m a SLUT for enemies to lovers. also country song fic bc i’m a little southern girl🤠

summary: matt sturniolo was the boy you hated most. it wasn’t always that way. one day he just decided he hated everything about you. that was until you slowly started to break down every wall off hatred and anger.

warnings: smut (eventual) mentions of being drunk/drinking, mentions of family problems

well i’ve been losing sleep

like a man loses time

reminiscing over memories

bouta lose my damn mind

he was the kindest, sweetest person to walk the planet. he was absolutely adorable. everyone admired him, and worshiped at he’s feet. matt sturniolo could do no wrong. he had the sweetest smile and the kindest eyes, and he didn’t have a mean bone in his body

but that wasn’t the case for you. matt hated you actually. he couldn’t stand being around you. you genuinely didn’t know why either. you didn’t have a reason to hate him, other than the fact that he hated you.

every time you spoke, he would shut you up by throwing a mean comment at you. when you walked into the room he would groan. he just seemed so bothered by you, but you never asked why. the once time you tried the only thing he said to you was “don’t ever talk to me again” and so you didn’t.

you and matt were best friends at one point. you spent every day together one summer and you were inseparable. you would wake up, go to the triplets house, do whatever, and when the moon came out your adventures had just begun. on the night everything changed you were too blacked out to even recall what had happened. you just woke up the next morning and matt wasn’t talking to you anymore.

matt’s pov:

people constantly ask me why me and y/n don’t get along the way we used to anymore, and as much as i want to tell them it’s because i hate her, she’s a terrible person, and things will never be the same, i know that’s not the full truth.

yes i hate her annoying voice, and i hate when she talks about boys, or when she comes to nick crying because some boy broke her heart. i hate the way she laughs and i hate how she squeals when she gets excited. i hate everything about her, but i used to love her once.

it wasn’t until a drunken night in late july that everything changed. y/n and i sat out by the pool at her house as we passed a bottle of pink whitney and talked about our lives. a lot of that night was a blur. but i remember kissing her. we were both so shitfaced, and so stupid.

“hey matt?” she spoke up “hmm?” i turned my head to look at her, as the world around me spun. “would you ever kiss me?” she asked. “i don’t know y/n, why?” i stared at her trying to read her expression to see what she was thinking. she leaned in and kissed me like it was something we did all the time. it was messy, but it was sweet. but what i didn’t expect was what she said to me after.

“matt i think you should leave.” she slurred

“y/n i’ve been drinking i can’t drive.” i argues

“you can sleep on the couch tonight but you need to be gone by the morning matt, i can’t do this.” she demanded

“do what?” i asked

“i’m sorry matt. goodnight.” she got up and stormed inside

and that was the night everything between us changed. i wasn’t friends with y/n after that day. when people noticed the distance between us, i had told them we got into an argument. i told them how much i hated her for it, and i told them i would NEVER love her the same again.

in august, my friend nate threw an end of summer party. i went, but i avoided y/n at all costs. i sat by his pool alone, downing a bottle of malibu. i wanted to just drink until i wasn’t thinking about y/n, but it’s like she never went away. the more i drank the more i thought about her.

i pull out my phone as i start to type her contact in. i’m so drunk i can barely make out the letters, but i try my best. i need to call her. i just have to make things right. i know she’s got nothing left to say, but i should call anyways. just then, nate comes outside. “yo matt are you okay?” i didn’t call her that night, and i didn’t fix things.

time skip

i roll my eyes when i walk into my house and hear her voice. she’s laughing about something. i hate that stupid laugh. what could possibly be so funny? i scoff as i walk by. as i pass nicks room, it takes me a few moments to register she’s not laughing, she’s crying.

just then, i get a text.

nick

y/n is having serious family problems right now, be nice when you get home pls!

i’m not home right now, but she needed a place to stay.

👍

i stand outside nicks door for a moment before turning to the kitchen. i grab my tub of mint chip ice cream and a bag of blue takis. those were our favorite snacks when we were kids i quietly walk up to nicks door and knock lightly. she let out a broken “come in” i opened up the door with a soft smile and i hand her the snacks i grabbed

we didn’t speak to each other at all, but we didn’t need to. she took the snacks and scooted over on the bed, signaling me to sit down. i sat down and engulfed her in a hug. she pressed her head against my chest and began sobbing.

i held her in my arms all night. we didn’t talk, and she just cried. i never wanted to let go of her and expose her to whatever else could happen to her. i didn’t need to ask her what happened, and she didn’t need to ask me why i was letting her do this. eventually, we fell asleep. i held her like if i let go she would disappear.

part 2 tmr! ❤️

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rafesveryrealgf · 1 year

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Inseparable was adorable but also broke my heart! 🥺

Could I request where one of their babies adores the reader?

a/n: this is just a little drabble but I hope you enjoy!

Lavender Sunflower - Cuddle Buddy

Warnings: kissing? I think that’s it

Nathan was a daddy’s boy and everyone knew it. He made it quite obvious. But Kai was an absolute mama’s boy. And you loved every second of it. Before Kai was born you feared that all your children after Nathan would be clinging to Rafe just as Nathan did. So when Kai was born and was constantly clinging to you, you finally felt like it was fair that Nathan was more attached to Rafe whilst Kai was more attached to you.

“We’re not having any more children.” You say to Rafe in a joking way, but still very serious.

“I second that.” He chuckles.

You were both in bed, Rafe was rested up against the headboard, one arm propped behind his head as you laid beside him, exhausted from the day you both had. Today was one of those days where parenting completely kicked your ass but luckily everyone was now asleep but you and Rafe — so you thought.

After a few more words were exchanged about the day, Rafe leaned down and over towards you and planted a kiss on your jawline, following it with another kiss down your neck, then another down your chest. You closed your eyes at the feeling. Taking him in as you let the stress from the day, out.

“I love you,” he mumbled into your skin.

Just as you were about to reply you heard tiny foot steps on the hardwood floor. You exhaled sharply when Rafe quickly pulled away from you to see which small human of yours was coming down the hall.

Kai appeared in the doorway, his eyes puffy from just waking up.

“What are you doing awake, pumpkin?” You ask your sleepy toddler.

“Scared.” Was all he said as he walked over to the bed and lifted his arms up at Rafe. “Up.” he demanded.

You snorted.

“You gotta learn how to sleep alone, bud. You know that, right?” Rafe replied to his son, still picking him up to sit him on the bed despite his previous words. “Just like Nate.”

“Nuh uh,” He shook his head. “I lay with mama.” He crawled over to you and snuggled up right in between you and Rafe, laying his head on your chest.

You smiled up at Rafe, knowing he was feeling defeated. “No..” Rafe replied. “…You’re gonna learn how to sleep in your own bed.

“Like a big boy.” He continued when Kai said nothing back.

“Rafe it’s okay. Just let him,” you placed your hand on Rafe’s leg and patted it. “Only for tonight, right babe?” You asked Kai.

He nodded at that, already knowing tomorrow he’d do it, and succeed, again.

“That’s what you said last night. And the night before that. And the night before that.” Rafe had been defeated, yet again.

He was right though. It was just impossible for you to say no to Kai.

“It’s fine, Rafe.” You placed your hand on your sons back and rubbed up and down, hoping he’d fall back asleep soon.

“It’s not, Y/n. He needs to learn,” Rafe argued. He shifted on the bed to turn off the lamp that sat on the nightstand beside him. “That he can’t just hop in our bed every night.”

“He’s already in bed. We’ll try tomorrow.” You closed your eyes after that as you attempted to fall asleep.

Rafe scoffed lowly. you opened one eye when you felt the bed move — Rafe was getting underneath the covers and once he did he turned on his side away from you and Kai.

“You’re not gonna hold us?” You asked sweetly, slightly leaning your head up.

Rafe sighed, turning back over, now facing you and Kai. He pulled you and Kai closer to him.

Even though he was frustrated at the way you gave into Kai, his heart still warmed up at the feel of his son and wife wrapped up into his arms.

The room fell silent.

Rafe was laying on his side, his long arm extended over yours and Kai’s body as Rafe finally drifted off to sleep..

“Move, daddy,” Kai whined, following it up with a backwards kick to Rafe’s ribs.

#obx #outerbanks #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafecameron #drew starkey #rafe x reader imagines #dad!rafe #dad!rafe Cameron

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 9 months

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Something There (Chapter 3)

7.1k words

Roy Kent x Reader

Warnings: Language, some angst, putting the "enemies" in "enemies-to-lovers", some sexual references, more childish arguments between adults who clearly want each other

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“Oi! Coach Buck! Need a hand?”

“Thanks Jamie.” I smiled as I handed my duffel bag to a smiling Jamie Tartt. Just as I was about to ask where he got his adorable headband a gruff voice barked out-

“Whistle!”

With a groan, I turned my attention to the middle of the parking lot, which was full of Whippets and Greyhounds, who, up until a moment ago, were mingling and chattering as they loaded their luggage onto the two team buses. In the center of it all stood Rebecca, still managing to look like an absolute goddess in her ponytail and activewear that probably cost more than I could ever afford, and Roy, standing like a drill sergeant in a black tracksuit, scowling at everyone. If I didn’t know him, I’d think he was just angry to be in a parking lot at six in the morning with two professional soccer teams who were acting more like teens going on an overnight trip. But, knowing Roy Kent, that was just his stupid, rugged face.

Rebecca plastered on a smile as everyone turned in their direction. “Thank you, Roy,” she hummed. She turned to the two teams. “Good morning, all!” Everyone called back either mumbled or enthusiastic greetings- nothing in between, although I did notice that most people seemed excited. “Right, so thank you all for being on time. We are just about ready to head on out. But we thought, in the spirit of this weekend, that we shouldn’t all be on our separate buses. Instead, you will be seated with someone from the other team, Greyhounds and Whippets.” There was a pleased buzz among the players. “Just a way to start getting to know each other and becoming that united Richmond community I know we can be.” With those last words, her eyes pointed meaningfully at Roy and then me.

It was all a bit embarrassing. There was no secret at Nelson Road that the reason for the “First Annual Pre-Season Retreat” was because of us. It had become something of a joke. Someone even tried to start calling us “lovebirds” after Rebecca’d screamed at us in the hallway, but Roy had very quickly put a stop to that with just a growl. Of course, no one could stop Lucas from making those same jokes to me in private as we watched Lust Conquers All at my place.

“So, Whippets, you’ll report to your dear Coach Lucas-” Rebecca pointed at Lucas, who stood between the buses holding a drawstring bag. “-and you’ll pull out the name of one of the Greyhounds. Once you have your seat partner, you can start climbing aboard.” She offered me that same tight smile she’d had that day in her office after she screamed at Roy and me. “Coach Buck, why don’t you lead by example?”

Praying my blush wasn’t as bright as it felt, I made my way to Lucas, who looked suspiciously chipper as I dipped my hand into the bag. I felt around the papers before grabbing one, praying I’d get Jamie, or Dani, or Sam, or Nate, literally anyone but-

“Roy Kent,” I read flatly, narrowing my eyes at the still-grinning Lucas. “This thing’s fucking rigged,” I grumbled.

“Of course it’s rigged,” confirmed Rebecca, who I hadn’t realized had moved towards the buses. “You two are the whole reason we’re here in the first place. Now on you go.” She gestured towards the Whippets’ bus. “Any two seats as long as they’re together.” She turned to Lucas. “Go ahead and put the real papers in, please.”

I watched with utmost betrayal (and a little admiration) as Lucas emptied out the bag- which I now realized was full of papers just bearing Roy’s name- and filled it with fresh pages, which held the names of people I’d actually want to sit with.

Roy, whose pained expression probably matched my own, scowled down at me as we headed towards the bus doors. “You don’t get fucking carsick, do you?”

“Nope.” What the fuck?

He nodded. “Good. We’re sitting in the back. Dunno about your team, but mine’s annoying as fuck on road trips, and I want to be as far away from them as possible.” He stomped up the steps, not bothering to glance back to see if I was following him. I let out a deep breath and adjusted my backpack on my shoulder.

When I stepped onto the bus, Roy was already sitting in the very back, arms crossed and eyes focused on the window. Because, obviously, he took the window seat. With a huff, I plopped down next to him, stuffing my backpack between my feet.

“Coach! Can we sit with you?” Jamie had stepped onto the bus, followed by Kira, the Whippets’ newly dubbed captain.

“No!” Roy barked, rolling his eyes.

Despite Roy’s answer, Jamie and Kira sat down in front of us, with Jamie assuring Kira that Coach Kent was just joking. He turned and sat up on his knees to look over the seats at us while the rest of the bus filled up.

“Coach, can we roast marshmallows tonight?”

Roy looked comically disgusted, either by Jamie’s suggestion or the simple fact that the striker was talking to him. “Fuck no.” He turned back to the window.

Jamie pouted and turned his attention to me. “Coach Buck would let us roast marshmallows, wouldn’t ya, Coach?”

“That’s more Rebecca’s call, she’s the one planning this thing,” I reminded him. “Besides, did you even bring marshmallows?”

“Oh, no.”

With a grunt, Roy looked back at us. “Then this is a fucking pointless conversation, isn’t it?”

Jamie lit up again. “Sam brought the marshmallows, actually. I was in charge of chocolate.”

Roy’s eyes narrowed at his player before he looked back at me. “’m taking a fucking nap. If I wake up with a dick Sharpied on my face, I will make sure to find a lake to throw all of your clothes into.”

“I’d be doing you a favor,” I muttered like a child, folding my arms and slouching. “A dick on your face would distract from what a dick you are.”

He opened his mouth to retort, but the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted us. In unison, we looked up to see Rebecca, eyebrow arched as she gazed down at us. Fuck, that was the exact face my mom would make when she had to pick me up in the principal’s office.

“Jamie, could you keep an eye on the gaffers here? Make sure there’s no fighting?”

The striker nodded earnestly, clearly intent taking his job seriously. “You got it, boss.”

Next to me, Roy snorted. “What, you don’t want to do babysit us yourself?”

“Oh, no,” Rebecca scoffed. “I’ll be on the other bus. I am not subjecting myself to the two of you for the next two hours.” With that, she whipped around and strutted off the bus, offering us a teasing wave before climbing down the stairs.

I slumped further down in my seat, determined not to look at Roy for what I knew would be the longest two hours of my life.

Roy wasn’t sure how long he’d been napping. He just knew that when he opened his eyes, there were trees everywhere, the sky was overcast, the players had finally stopped singing Taylor Swift songs, and someone’s head was on his shoulder.

He looked down out of the corner of his eyes. Her eyes were closed, and her eyebrows were scrunched, and the way her lips twitched made Roy wonder what she could be dreaming about. Him? She’d probably say that was a fucking nightmare.

A small, idiotic part of Roy wanted her to stay there, close to him. Wrapping an arm around her was almost fucking tempting, especially when she shifted closer and he caught a whiff of- was that lavender? Fuck, why did she always smell nice? Another part of him- the logical part, he assured himself- wanted to wake her up by shoving her off of himself and chastising her for drooling on him.

But the part of him that didn’t want Jamie fucking Tartt to narc on him decided just to pretend he was still napping and sit up a little, gently, so that she would slowly wake up, realize how fucking close she was to him, and get the fuck off of him. So, that was what Roy did.

Sure enough, as soon as he shifted, her eyes fluttered open. Quickly, she pulled herself away from Roy, checking that he was still asleep- or at least appeared so. Relieved to see his eyes closed, she turned her face towards the aisle, hoping none of the players had seen her admittedly embarrassing moment.

That stupid part of Roy missed her warmth.

After a bit, figuring she wouldn’t suspect a thing, Roy pretended to wake up, wondering why he fucking cared so much going through all this trouble to save her the embarrassment of being caught using his shoulder as a pillow.He glanced over at her; as if she could feel his gaze, she turned in his direction, her cheeks growing in color the moment their eyes met.

“Don’t worry,” she hummed, cool as ever. “Didn’t draw a dick on you. Couldn’t find my Sharpie.”

Instead of the small chuckle that grew in his chest, Roy gave a little grunt of acknowledgement before pressing his forehead to the cool window, not sure what he’d do if he kept looking at her, in those leggings and that cozy-looking fleece jacket with the little Whippets logo embroidered right over her heart. He spent the rest of the bus ride sitting like that, watching the trees whizz by, listening as Jamie turned around and engaged her in an animated conversation about the places she’d visited in England so far, with both of them giggling when Jamie mentioned that club. Roy’s ears grew white-hot as he remembered that night when all three of them were there. Fucking idiot.

What if he’d been in a good mood that night? If he’d smiled and helped a pretty stranger order her drink? If he’d asked where she was from and discovered she was American? If he inquired about what brought her to England and discovered who she was? Hell, what if he’d done his homework and read the damn report Keeley had written? He’d have recognized her immediately and probably put in the effort to introduce himself. Maybe even bought her that drink, welcome her to Richmond. And they’d smile at each other at work and have pleasant conversations and chat as they ran on the treadmills at the end of the day and share the Dog Track like mature adults and maybe one day, down the road, Roy would ask what she was up to some weekend and if she would maybe be interested in-

Nope. Nope. Shut the fuck up, Roy. Just keep staring at the fucking trees.

When the bus finally arrived at the campground, Roy did some quick math, and realized they’d napped together for about forty minutes. Forty minutes of her sleeping with her head on his shoulder, their faces just centimeters away from each other without anyone shouting or arguing.

Not that it fucking mattered.

Everyone loaded off the buses, chattering excitedly. Finding a good opportunity to put some space between them after the too-close bus ride, Roy helped unload the luggage from the Whippets’ bus, relishing the chance to throw Jamie’s bright pink leather duffel bag in his face.

Once everyone had their belongings, Rebecca waved to get everyone’s attention, projecting her voice in a way that impressed even the gaffers. “Right then. So, we have just a short trek to the cabins. Ladies will be one way, gentlemen the other, and coaches-” The coaching staff perked up. “We’ll be in the middle.”

Roy threw his head back as Rebecca warned the players against turning the weekend into the Olympic Village, which caused more than a few Greyhounds to pout. All of the coaches would be sharing a cabin? More of this co-ed shit? Sharing with anyone would be bad enough, Roy would rather sleep on the fucking bus than have to listen to Coach Beard’s snoring, but having to spend his weekend sleeping in the same room as-

“You know you’re in the way.”

“Fucking seriously?” He turned around and glared at the coach as she adjusted her duffel bag on her shoulder, ponytail bouncing like she was in a fucking shampoo commercial. “There’s an entire fucking forest. Just fucking go around me.”

Jamie Tartt clicked his tongue as he walked by. “Careful, you two, or I’ll have to tell Rebecca you’re bickerin’ again.”

“Fuck off, Tartt,” Roy grumbled, just as Coach Buck muttered, “Can it, Jamie.” The two coaches blinked at one another before following the group along the path, neither of them saying anything more as they walked side by side.

“Bunk beds. Of course it’s fucking bunk beds.” Roy Kent scowled and dropped his bag on the cabin floor, right in front of the doorway.

“Seriously, Kent?” I groaned, glaring down at his stupid duffel bag. “Move your fucking bag.”

He rolled his eyes, but nevertheless Roy picked his bag back up and moved further into the cabin. I followed him in, tossing my own bag onto the closest bunk I could find. Slowly the other coaches and Rebecca filed in, all carrying their luggage.

Sitting on one of the bottom bunks, Roy scowled. “Any chance I’m allowed to sleep outside and hope a fucking badger mauls me?”

Before I could second that idea, Rebecca raised an eyebrow. “Roy, I will assign you and your shit knee to a top bunk if you don’t watch it. Besides,” she continued, “just think of this as one big sleepover. We’ll stay up late, tell ghost stories, share our deepest secrets, and drink the booze I know Coach Beard has in his backpack.”

“Moonshine always makes me feel better when I’m feeling a little homesick,” Beard explained, winking in my direction. I grinned back.

“Right,” Rebecca hummed. “Well, we are all meeting in that big open space once we’re settled in.” She checked her watch. “Doctor Sharon should be arriving soon.”

Nate lit up as he unzipped his suitcase. “Doctor Sharon’s coming?”

Rebecca nodded. “She’ll be running this weekend basically. She’s kind enough to drive back and forth to be with us.”

“We could’ve just driven back and forth?” Roy groaned, throwing his head back. “Fuck!”

I scoffed as Lucas tossed his own bag on the bunk above mine. “You really think Rebecca’d give us that option?”

“No one fucking asked you,” he mumbled, loud enough that only we could hear.

Lucas gripped my shoulders and steered me towards the doors. “Why don’t we head on out before Rebecca schedules you two some couple’s counseling, hmm?”

About thirty minutes later, both teams were assembled in the amphitheater behind the coaches’ cabin, listening as Doctor Sharon explained what the weekend would consist of.

“… and I did make sure to schedule time for team-building games,” she was saying, which was rewarded with a giant whoop from Isaac McAdoo. “Now, there will be a block of time in the afternoons where you’re able to train with your coaches-” She gestured towards us. “-and I will be set up to meet with anyone who just needs to talk one-on-one during that time.”

My eyes wandered as Doctor Sharon continued to talk about the small groups we’d all been assigned to. It was almost impressive to see the Greyhounds pay such attention; they could be absolute toddlers sometimes with all that energy, but apparently something about Doctor Sharon commanded their respect and attention. She and I had only said hello a couple of times, but already I liked her no-nonsense attitude.

As I continued looking around, a pair of brown eyes locked with mine across the amphitheater. Fucking Roy Kent, making me spend my weekend here, I thought with an instinctive scowl, which was quickly returned by the bearded man.

“Hey,” Lucas hissed as he elbowed me. “Stop undressing that man with your eyes. I don’t care about how much you want to run your hands through his chest hair and let him have his way with you. You are in public, Bucky.”

I broke the staring contest to gape at Lucas. “Quit saying shit like that! Someone’s going to fucking hear you one of these days.”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s not exactly a huge secret. Everyone knows you two want to shag.” He loved using British slang now, especially when he was being obnoxious. “Well, except maybe you two.”

“Luke, I swear to-”

“So, go ahead and get into your groups,” Doctor Sharon was saying. “And we’ll start our ice breaker.”

Lucas stood and pulled me up with him. “Gee, I wonder who’s in your group.”

“Bite me,” I grumbled as I left him to walk over to Dani, who I knew was in my small group based on the lists Rebecca had given everyone.

“Hola, Coach Bucky!” he greeted with that dazzling smile. “I am so excited that we are in the same group for this weekend!”

I couldn’t help but return his infectious grin. “It’ll be fun,” I agreed. Of course, I immediately regretted my words when Roy strode over to us, already frowning.

“Can’t believe we’re in the same fucking group,” he muttered, crossing his arms.

“Really?” I scoffed as Kira, Olivia, one of my defenders, and a couple more Greyhounds- Colin Hughes and Richard Montlaur- strolled over. “You think Rebecca wouldn’t use this as an opportunity to punish us even more?”

He only growled in response, which I’d realized was his way of admitting that I was right about something without actually telling me I was right. Fucking idiot. Against my will, Lucas had given me the lowdown on Roy Kent’s romantic history; how the hell did he get models and actresses to sleep with him? He was so damn weird.

Okay, well he had been a successful soccer player and was a pretty solid coach now. Which meant he was famous. And probably pretty wealthy. And obviously in shape. And I could see how some people would think he was attractive in a rugged, lumberjack kind of way way. And even I had to admit that there was something kind of sexy about that growling way he spoke-

Realizing I was staring at Roy still, I turned my attention to the players who’d joined us. “Hey Colin, how ya doing?”

He nodded. “Good, good. Just kind of cold.” He rubbed his bare arms.

Before I could point out his lack of jacket, Doctor Sharon called for everyone’s attention. “Right. Just to start things off simply, we are going to play Human Knot. It’s a great way to practice cooperation and communication. So, please, circle up, grab hands, and, well, you know the rest.”

Our group did as we were told, quickly thrusting our hands into the center and grabbing whoever we could. The next few minutes were full of tugging and climbing over arms and ducking under arms. Despite Roy’s growling, I found myself having fun, laughing with the players as we tried to solve our self-made puzzle, determined to be the first group finished. It wasn’t until we were nearly done that I realized whose hand was holding in my left.

“Whoo! Bucky!” Lucas called across the field as my group spread out into a perfect circle, finished with our game.

Roy’s eyes were fixed on our joined hands, a scowl on his bearded face. I wondered if my hand was warm in his, like his felt in mine. Not that it mattered; the moment Doctor Sharon declared our team the winners of the game, he yanked his hand out of mine, nearly ripping my arm off in the process.

“Dick,” I hissed, rubbing my now sore shoulder.

“Priss,” he shot back, rolling his eyes.

“How are we doing here, coaches?” Rebecca, who’d appeared with the stealth of a ninja, clapped her hands on our shoulders, beaming at us with scrutiny behind her eyes, daring either of us to complain.

In unison, we both plastered on fake smiles and chirped, “Great!”

When everyone was dismissed for lunch, Roy watched as she waved goodbye to everyone except him, then went on her merry way to Lucas so they could walk to the dining hall together, hating the feeling he got in his stomach as he watched her figure stroll away.

It was the longest fucking morning of Roy Kent’s life. He’d had to play childish icebreaker games, do a fucking relay race that killed his knee, and sit in some fucking hippie circle talking about what it means to be a good listener or some shit. Worst of all, he had to do all of it while trying not to stare at the only other coach in his group.

“How’s it going?”

Because this was shaping up to also be the worst day of Roy Kent’s life, Jamie had appeared at Roy’s side; Roy wondered if the striker had caught him staring at the Whippets’ manager.

When Roy only grunted in response, Jamie continued talking as the two men began walking. “Boy, you really got it bad for Coach Buck, don’t ya?”

Roy stopped in his tracks, fists clenched at his side. “The fuck did you just say?”

Jamie cocked his head. “Coach Buck. You like her, right?” Receiving no answer, Jamie shrugged and kept walking; Roy reluctantly followed suit. “I mean, I don’t blame ya. She’s mad fit and smart and obviously likes football and she’s the only person I’ve ever seen get under your skin more than I do.”

“I don’t fucking like her,” Roy spat, glancing around to make sure no one was close enough to hear Jamie’s lunacy. “Can’t fucking stand her, actually. And the feeling’s mutual so don’t worry about me hurting her fucking feelings.”

A small O formed on Jamie’s lips. “Oh fuck, you’re in complete denial then? Shit, I thought you were just trying to keep it a secret until you figured out how she feels.” He patted his coach’s back. “Let me know when you realize you fancy her so we can have a proper chat, yeah?”

Not bothering to wait for Roy’s inevitably expletive-filled answer, Jamie jogged ahead, slowing down so he could walk backwards while chatting with a trio of Whippets.

Finally alone, Roy sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. You’re in complete denial then? Fucking Jamie Tartt, he really was stupider than he looked. Roy didn’t like her; on the contrary, he thought she was the most infuriating person he’d ever met. So fucking argumentative. He’d yet to have an actual conversation with her; how was he supposed to tolerate her, let alone like her?

Roy didn’t like her. Roy didn’t like her. Roy didn’t like her. Roy didn’t fucking like-

“Coach Kent.” Doctor Sharon offered a small smile as she approached him. “Mind if I walk with you?”

Roy cleared his throat and his mind. “That’s fine.” He bobbled his head from side to side. “Can’t believe they got you to drive up here for this shit.”

Doctor Sharon’s smile became a smirk. “Can’t believe you’re the reason for ‘this shit’, as you call it.”

“Oh no, not you too,” Roy groaned, throwing his head back. “Listen, I’m fucking sorry everyone has to give up their weekend, but come on, we all know Rebecca was the one who came up with this idea, fucking blame her.” He shrugged. “She could’ve just sent us to go do some fucking mediation with you and be done with it.”

The doctor shook her head. “Roy, this is about more than the two of you. This is about two teams becoming a community. It’s something Ms. Welton feels quite strongly about. She wants the Whippets to be successful, and she thinks having the Greyhounds in their corner is a key part of that. You can understand that, right?”

Roy shrugged. “Fucking guess so,” he mumbled as they approached the dining hall.

“And it doesn’t help things when her two managers are at each other’s throats all the time, does it?” Doctor Sharon asked pointedly.

“No,” Roy admitted with a defeated sigh as they joined the line for food.

Once they’d loaded their trays with whatever food Roy couldn’t be bothered to try to identify, Roy heard someone call his name. When he turned, he saw Coach Lucas waving at him from a table with all the coaches and Rebecca; only one of them looked annoyed at the sight of him.

“Come on, then,” Doctor Sharon said as she nudged Roy. “Good opportunity for you two to practice being civil.”

Roy reluctantly followed Doctor Sharon to the coaches’ table, grunting as they were greeted. Internally, he groaned when he realized he was sitting directly across from the Americans.

While everyone ate, Roy did his best to focus on Beard sitting to his right, he really did. But he kept feeling his gaze shift across the table, where he’d catch glimpses of her smiling, laughing, joking. He especially hated the way his eyes lingered on her mouth when she sipped her water through the straw of her water bottle; even without her red lipstick, he couldn’t help the way his eyes continually settled there, wondering if those lips were as soft as they looked.

“Roy? Did you hear what I said?”

Blinking and praying to whatever deity was listening that no one had caught him ogling, Roy turned to look at Nate on Beard’s other side. “What?”

Nate leaned forward. “Rebecca was telling us about a nearby field we can use for training. D’you want me to go ahead and set up cones to make the pitch?”

Roy nodded. “Yeah, yeah that’s fine.”

The lips he really wished were out of his eyeline started moving. “You want some help Nate?” Her eyes flickered to Roy for a brief moment. “We’ll be using it too, after all.”

“That would be lovely, thanks Coach!” Nate beamed and picked up his plate. “Ready to go?”

“Absolutely.” Her eyes returned to Roy as she grabbed her plate. She stood up and stared at him for a moment, head slightly tilted. It was an unreadable stare, one that didn’t hold her usual fiery anger. It was a look that made Roy’s stupid heart flutter for a brief moment.

Of course, she couldn’t know the effect she had on him. Fuck no. So, he let his eyes narrow at her suspiciously, much to the chagrin of an observant Doctor Sharon and the amusement of a perceptive Coach Beard, and was rewarded with an exasperated eyeroll.

“You’ve got fucking spaghetti sauce on your shirt, Kent,” she huffed.

Roy didn’t check his shirt until she had turned on her heel, put her plate in a stack of dirty dishes by the kitchen, and strutted out of the dining hall with Nate right behind her. It was only once she was out of sight that Roy looked down at his chest, where a small splatter of red stained the bright blue of his Richmond jacket, right above his stupid, stupid heart.

Fuck.

As much as Rebecca wanted to torture us that weekend, she still wanted winning teams. So, after Doctor Sharon’s presentation on “healthy communication methods” (during which Roy Kent communicated his annoyance by healthily glaring at me pretty much the whole time), the teams were dismissed to go to the pitch Nate and I had set up.

“Oi.”

I turned away from Lucas, who’d been asking about our warm up. Roy towered over me, his fingers twitching slightly as he stared at me. He looked like the slightest movement would spook him, so I simply raised my eyebrows to let him know I was listening.

He cleared his throat. “If you want, we can work on the north half of the pitch. You can have the shade.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Lucas’s jaw drop slightly. It was hard to blame him; Roy Kent was speaking to me civilly. Even worse, he was offering to do something nice. Nate had to have put him up to it. Or Beard. Hell, knowing Rebecca, she’d probably threatened him into it.

Not that I was going to turn it down.

“Sounds like a plan,” I replied. Lucas nudged me sharply. “Thanks,” I quietly added.

“Hmmph.” With a curt nod, Roy headed to the north side of the field, where, with an earsplitting “Whistle!”, he gathered his team.

Lucas blew his actual, physical whistle and had Kira lead the Whippets in warming up. With the team occupied, he turned to me. “Well, wasn’t that sweet,” he hummed, waggling his eyebrows.

Eyes glued to my players, I scoffed. “It was the least he could do, considering how we landed here in the first place. Besides, everyone’s chomping at the bit to rat on us if we start fighting. He’s probably just trying to make it look like he’s the bigger person.”

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Lucas laughed, turning his attention back to the team. “But hey, stay in denial, that’s fine. Just don’t come crying to me when you wake up in that man’s bed someday.”

The punch that landed on his arm would end up leaving a bruise that lasted for several days.

On the bright side, at least my assistant coach shut up and focused on practice. Sharing the field proved a bit difficult, but I found solace in the fact that Roy Kent was suffering just as much, having to pause when one of our balls ended up on their side or realizing he didn’t have enough space for a certain drill. As the afternoon came to a close, I blew my whistle and called my team over.

“Great job, all,” I declared. “I know it wasn’t our normal practice, so I really appreciate your patience.” I glanced at my watch. “You’ve got about forty minutes til dinner, so you’ve got some free time. Shower, rest. Don’t forget Doctor Sharon’s available, too.”

Kira Malone spoke up. “Actually, Coach, we’re staying out here for a bit. You’re welcome to watch if you want.”

Lucas and I exchanged looks. “Okay,” I said slowly, trying not to show my confusion.

The Whippets stayed on the field, kicking around a couple of balls. It took a moment, but I realized they were watching the Greyhounds; no, they were waiting for the Greyhounds. The moment Roy dismissed the men, they jogged over to the women, and everyone began chattering excitedly.

“What the hell are they doing?” Lucas whispered as we planted ourselves on the grass.

I shrugged. “No clue.”

Each team lined up at one end of the field, everyone looking exhilarated, bouncing on their heels and smiling. Nate strolled over to us, holding a ball in his hands.

“You two staying to watch?”

Lucas tilted his head. “What exactly are we staying to watch, Nathan?”

A knowing grin spread across the assistant coach’s face. “Oh. You’ll see. Isaac and Kira had the idea during lunch.” He turned and walked to the center circle, where he placed the ball as if a game were about to begin. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Roy and Beard standing by the goal post, watching with just as much interest and muttering to one another.

When Nate, who’d moved off the field, blew his whistle, Isaac and Kira, who were first in line, sprinted forward, racing towards the ball. Kira reached it first and began making her way towards the men’s goal; Isaac managed to steal and ball and take it the other direction. After a bit of back and forth, Isaac scored, eliciting thunderous cheers from both sides. Lucas and I exchanged glances. What the heck?

Colin Hughes and Cheri Willis competed next. Then Sam Obisanya and Sandra Finley. On and on. Eventually, every player had ran up to the ball and had a little one-on-one with a member of the other team. When Kira and Isaac ended up at the front of the line again, both lines rushed forward and, keeping their lines, exchanged giggly high-fives- as if they were children after an AYSO game instead of professional athletes.

As the players mingled and laughed, Beard and Nate made their way over to us; Roy followed, keeping his usual distance.

“Did you guys know about that?” Beard asked, eyebrows raised over his sunglasses.

We shook our heads. “You?”

Nate perked up. “Isaac told me about it during training. I guess during lunch one of the Whippets mentioned how much she liked doing playing that after practices as a kid, everyone thought it sounded like fun.” His smile turned thoughtful. “That looked like a blast for them. I had fun just watching them,” he added.

“Me too.” We all turned; there was Rebecca, watching us with an amused grin. “That is what this weekend is about.” She pointed to the players, who were beginning to make their way to cabins and showers, laughter on their lips and springs in their steps. “Respect. Collaboration. Community.” She eyed me and Roy, who’d slowly made his way over once he’d caught sight of Rebecca. “Something we could all learn, hmm?”

Roy and I turned our gazes to one another; I could tell he was trying just as hard as I was not to narrow or roll his eyes, or let out an annoyed huff, or make a snarky comment. We both knew Rebecca was waiting for us to surrender and call a truce. Maybe even pay a compliment about each other’s coaching. Hell, just a mutual nod of agreement would be enough. Just offer her some glimmer of hope that the entire season wouldn’t be all bickering and screaming.

But neither of us was willing to yield first.

“Gonna go take a fucking shower,” Roy mumbled, turning and following the players back up towards the cabin, his head ducked downward, as if he felt the same embarrassment I felt. I wondered if he was also asking himself, Why is this so fucking hard?

Roy banged the back of his head repeatedly against the cabin wall. This was stupid. Childish. A fucking waste of time. And he wasn’t positive, but he thought it might be a human rights violation.

Despite the players’ little game and Rebecca’s “one happy family” moment after training, they’d found a new opportunity to argue: Roy had left his towel hanging from the wrong bunk. And of course, that was a fucking problem. Because everything was a fucking problem, apparently.

“Alright, I’m done!” Coach Beard scolded, reminding Roy more of an exasperated father than an assistant coach. “You two, with me.”

The still seething managers reluctantly followed Beard along the dirt path to a small cabin, more of a shed really, filled with tools and gardening equipment. Beard opened the door and gestured for them to go inside.

“Excuse me?” she had squeaked as Roy grumbled, “What the fuck, Beard?”

With an eerie calmness that made Roy’s blood go cold, Beard nodded towards the shed. “Go inside. Do not come out until you figure out how to get along. Or you’ve banged this thing out of your systems. Or one of you is dead. At this point I don’t care.”

“I doubt Rebecca’d be okay with this,” Coach Buck tried, clearly as desperate as Roy not to go inside the shed. “Or Doctor Sharon.”

Coach Beard laughed in their faces. “Do you two really want Rebecca to know you’re fighting again?”

Fucking Beard. He had a point.

So now Roy sat on the floor of a fucking storage shed, with no light but a bare bulb above them, trying to stay in his little personal space bubble as best he could, trying not to flinch every time their knees bumped, each tiny touch sending Roy’s heart into overdrive.

“Can’t believe I’m missing the fucking s’mores to sit in a shed with you,” she sighed, closing her eyes as she leaned her head against the same wall Roy was trying to kill himself on.

Roy snorted. “Really? You’re upset over marshmallows? That’s the most American shit I’ve ever heard. And I played for fucking Lasso.”

She tilted her head towards him, the soft light on her face making his chest tighten almost painfully. “Yeah, Kent. I’m upset over fucking marshmallows.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m missing a bonding experience with my team, idiot. You’ve coached the Greyhounds for what, three years now? And you played with most of those guys, right?” She wiped some dirt off her knee, brushing his knee as she did. “I’m still getting to know my players. Earning their trust. And I’m missing an opportunity to spend time with them off the field because I have to sit in this shed with you.”

There was a heavy silence as Roy took in her words. She was always pointing out the differences between their experiences; he was experienced, she was new, he was home, she was an outsider, he was a man, she was a woman.

Of course, when she was feeling particularly feisty, she’d also remind him that she was an Olympic champion. Which he was not.

To his surprise, she broke the silence. “Tell me about Lasso.”

Roy furrowed his brow and stared at her. “What?”

“Ted Lasso.” She shrugged. “You all keep talking about the guy. This American manager who got Roy Kent to actually tolerate him.” She narrowed her eyes, a hint of playfulness behind them this time. “Kind of curious how he managed that.”

The snort that came out of Roy’s nose surprised them both. “Dunno. He fucking wore me down with how fucking kind he is. Made me fucking soft. Wanker.”

She nodded. “So, if I’m aggressively nice, you’ll stop rolling your eyes every time I walk into the room?”

“Maybe.” Roy didn’t bother to stop the corner of his mouth from tugging upwards. “You’ve got to be real fucking annoying about it, though.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard. Everyone knows you think I’m annoying as fuck already.”

Both coaches let out breathy chuckles, each thinking about how silly, and ridiculous, and stupid this whole thing was. They were fucking adults, after all. Professionals. They both wanted to lead their teams to victory; and, if they were being honest, both wanted the same for the other coach’s team.

So why the fuck were they in a fucking shed in the middle of the woods?

Roy took a shaky breath, not sure where he was going with this. “It’s impressive, you know,” he murmured. “The whole moving to a new country to start a new team shit. Don’t know how you did it.”

Even in the dim glow of the lone bulb, he could see her face tint pink. “It’s kind of fucking scary,” she admitted softly. “But it’s also kind of the coolest shit I’ve ever done.”

“Yeah,” Roy agreed, shouldering her playfully, amazed by his own actions. “Even I have to admit, it’s pretty fucking impressive.” He bobbled his head and rolled his eyes. “Almost as impressive as an Olympic gold medal.”

He liked the sheepish grin she shot him. It looked good on her. “Alright, I might bring that up a lot. But no one gets mad at Michael Phelps for talking about his.”

“That bastard has, like a million of them,” Roy laughed, feeling his shoulders relax for the first time since he’d walked into the changing room on her first day. “But I guess you have a fucking point. It’s impressive,” he repeated.

“You know what’ll be really impressive?”

Instinctively, Roy leaned closer, not caring if she noticed the way his eyes flickered down to her mouth, still gorgeous even without that red lipstick. “Hmm?”

Her raised eyebrows told him that if she noticed, she didn’t mind. “When both of our teams win the whole fucking thing at the end of this year.”

“I hate to break it to you, but Chelsea did that a few years ago,” Roy informed her.

“So? Fuck Chelsea.” She was completely grinning now, a sight Roy couldn’t believe was all his to witness, rather than stealing a glimpse of a smile meant for someone else. “We’re fucking Richmond. You guys are, like, perennial underdogs, and we’re a brand-new team led by an American. That’s some fairy tale shit.”

Roy nodded softly. “Fairy tale shit,” he repeated. “I like it.”

Before Roy could do something about the warm feeling in his chest that he hoped she was also having, there was a buzzing noise coming from her pocket. With a frown, she pulled out her mobile, clearing her throat as she glanced at it. Unable to help himself, his eyes flickered to the screen, where he saw fucking George Willows’s name above a text message.

“Guess I finally got a fucking signal out here,” she joked, locking her phone and darkening the screen. She looked back at Roy. “So, fairy tale shit?”

Roy leaned back, putting distance between them again- physical and metaphorical. “It’ll be a good season,” he said bluntly, ending whatever moment he decided was one-sided. “I’m sure your team’ll do fucking fine.” He paused, finger tapping on his bad knee. “D’you need to text fucking Willows back? Set up an interview or some shit?”

This time, the color on her cheeks wasn’t for Roy. “Oh, yeah. He wants to do some profiles on the Whippets, so we’re setting that up.”

Roy let his head fall back against the wall, wondering how hard he’d have to hit it to give himself a concussion. “Shouldn’t you let Keeley deal with the devil? It’s part of her job.”

She sighed. “He’s not the devil. He’s a nice guy. And I don’t mind helping out.” Smile now completely gone, she frowned at Roy. “And I don’t have to justify myself to you, Kent.”

“No,” he agreed. “Guess you fucking don’t.” He stood as suddenly as his knees would allow, nodding towards the door. “Come on. Let’s just fucking tell Beard we apologized to each other and agreed that ignoring each other is the best course of action.”

“Fine.” She hoisted herself up, slower and more carefully than Roy expected. “Thanks coming up with that idea right now instead of, oh I dunno, an hour ago.”

Not quite looking at Roy, she brushed past him, giving his shoulder a little shove with her own, and threw the door open. Roy stood in the doorway and watched as she walked, not to the campfire, where the sounds of laughter and joking and even singing could be heard, but instead to the coaches’ cabin, her shoulders slumped and head down.

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st4rgzer · 5 months

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Hii can I request a Nate x female reader where the reader is very ticklish and they have tickle fight and Nate just love hearing her giggle

TICKLISH…? (nathan doe)

genre: fluff!

cw!: kissing, swearing

summary: Nate loves the readers laugh, and he just found out a way to hear it more often

a/n: guys these are taking the life out of me, I am so incredibly shit at writing fluff omg, anyways, Im trying to get these out so bare with me🙏

Christmas was my favorite holiday, the decor, the cold cozy weather…

The best thing is, this was my first christmas I was going to be spending with Nate, even if it was still November, i’d already gotten me and Nate like, 3 christmas themed matching pijamas.

I heard the front door unlock, I got up from the couch, pausing the movie I was watching.

“hey baby” Nate said, opening the door, drenched, his face red from the cold. He took off his jacket as I ushered towards him to hug him

“hi! oh my god you look freezing, love” I said with a crooked smile, rubbing my hands together as they came up to cup his cheeks, trying to give him some sort of warmth.

He sighed into my hands, grabbing one, and leaning in, to place a feathery kiss on my lips, smiling at him in response as he wrapped his arms around my waist loosely, and placing his head on the crook of my neck.

“I can make some hot chocolate if you want? then we could watch a movie on the couch” I said, running my fingers through his damp hair carefully. He nodded.

He lifted his head, kissing my cheek before the both of us went into the kitchen, I lit my gingerbread candle and put a pot of milk to boil, adding some vanilla extract and whisking it.

I felt Nate’s hands rest on my waist delicately. I turned my head slightly to smile and he placed butterfly kisses all over my shoulder, I laughed, feeling ticklish as he reached a spot right under my ear.

“you’re ticklish?” he said laughing as his eyes brightened at the idea of being able to hear my ‘infectious’ laughter, as he’d say.

“mmm…maybe?” I said trying not to crack a smile, but he could see right through me, lifting me slightly so I was a safe distance from the stove before tickling my sides with a grin while I tried to escape from his grip, he smiled as I failed to do so.

I bended over with laughter, grabbing onto his forearm, our laughs echoed across the room ‘till he thought I had had enough. He turned me to face him, his back pressed against the counter, he placed his hand on the small of my back.

We both stood there a good minute, admiring each others features, I glanced at his lips, missing the feeling of them on mine, as if he’d read my mind, he leaned in and closed the foreign space between us, tenderly cupping my cheek for more stability as the kiss grew with delicate passion.

We pulled away, breathless, our foreheads leaned together, a lovesick smile plastered on our faces.

“I’m doing that way more often now” He whispered, laughing slightly. I rolled my eyes, them I came to the realization that this little encounter interrupted my hot chocolate making, and the milk was still boiling.

“oh shit” I said before turning away from him and turning the heat from the stove down, I looked back to see Nate’s stifling laughter, covering his mouth.

“you’re not getting any of the hot chocolate” I said whisking the cocoa powder and chocolate into the milk, hiding a grin.

“nono please” he whined, coming up next to me, pleading with his eyes. As I looked over at him I couldn’t stay mad at him, he saw me caving in and smiled, kissing my forehead and thanking me, I rolled my eyes but secretly smiled as he celebrated silently, biting my lip to suppress my laugh, and shaking my head at his childish outburst. I still adored him.

I poured the chocolate into two mugs, one twilight themed and the other decorated with christmas lights, I handed one to Nate, who was eyeing it with a comedic desire.

“I can’t believe i’d ever be jealous of how you look at a hot chocolate” I joked, smiling as he stared at me with an apologetic look, realizing mid apology that I was joking, I burst out laughing.

“It’s not funny” he said with a pouty look on his face. I continued laughing as we both headed to the couch, mug in hand. Both of the drinks were placed on the table, I looked over at Nate as he grabbed the blanket for both of us,

after placing it, I leaned my head on his shoulder, and looked at him.

“sorry baby” I said holding back a laugh, placing a light kiss on his cheek, his eyes met mine and a grin started to form on his face, pressing his lips on my forehead and snaking his arm around my side to pull me closer.

“lets watch a movie, shall we?” He said smiling, grabbing the remote and browsing through the Netflix “christmas movies” section, finally deciding to play a classic, he leaned back and placed one final sweet kiss on the top of my head before the movie started.

I can’t wait for Christmas.

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painsandconfusion · 2 months

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Silent Stranger

Whumping the Whumpers - Part Thirty-seven

(tw: torture, abuse, screaming, multiple whumpees, solitary confinement, strangulation) [Previous | Masterpost | Next]

The other man was loud. Anna couldn’t sleep anyway, pillow pinned to the side of her head as the faceless man on the other side of the wall shouted out random, monotonous shit like ‘LET ME OUT-!’ and ‘ETHAN! ETHAN, PLEASE-!’

Anna had learned that the man with the long hair from the bunker was named ‘Ethan’, but she didn’t know who this one was. The two captives had been held together for almost two weeks now - at least fourteen big sleeps. She wasn’t sure what day it was or what time of day it was. Meals didn’t come with any kind of irregularity - though Nate did make a point to only bring her vegan food.

..admittedly, good vegan food. Good stir fries and curry. Salads and fruit bowls. Better food than she made for herself most days before she was taken. Far better than microwave dinners or peanut butter scraped out of the jar when she realized she’d gone over a day without eating.

She hated that.

Hated how he took better care of her than she took of herself.

Hated that he wouldn’t let her call her ‘master’.

Hated that he made her choose what he’d do to her.

Hated the stupid fucking food that was so good it brought tears to her bruised and swollen eyes.

She wondered if the other prisoner was eating as good as she was. If he had his sheets washed twice a week or immediate medical treatment.

He screamed so much more than her, but that wasn’t..strange. Nate was still trying to coax screams out of her with gentle, almost parental assurances. The thing is, she never needed to scream after they were done with the day’s session. The pain was over, then…it was over.

Done for the day.

But this other man, he seemed to be heaving, crying, and screaming in pain long after they left. No peace of nighttime brought him any relief.

One thing she had ascertained is while she only saw Nate, the other man only screamed Ethan’s name.

Something about Ethan made him think Ethan was the safer one of the two. Maybe he knew more than she did. Ethan was free and wandering around, but Anna had seen pets before. She was sure she’d see many more after this.

If this man was screaming for Ethan, Ethan must be the only one helping him through Nate’s torment.

There was something more to it than that. Anna knew that. She knew she was missing something. She was just too fucking tired to scrape together the little bits of clues and comprehension with her shivering fingers, much less ballance them in delicacy to complete the puzzle’s solution.

She froze as footsteps lighted on the stairs, creaking so near to her room.

She sat up in bed, eyes hollow as they locked onto her door, scooting back against the wall with pillow clutched against her chest.

Maybe it was wrong to beg it would be the other man. It felt wrong.

She did it anyway, praying to a god she forgot about long ago that Nate be coming to make him bleed. Not her. Not tonight.

..the key scraped into her lock anyway.

The pillow squished tighter against her lungs as she curled up, eyes locking onto Nate’s face as he stepped inside and turned the lights on. He breathed an effortless smile as he saw her, head tilting a little. “..you’re so perfect, huh? Absolutely adorable like that~”

Anna flinched as the door clicked shut behind him, lock snapping into place again.

She didn’t answer.

Nate stepped closer, pinching the corner of the pillow delicately and tugtugtugging on it to get her to relinquish her shield. Despite the gentleness of the pull, she forced her fingers to unravel, letting the cotton slip away from her until there was nothing but hollow air between her arms.

He set the pillow aside, scooping a hand under her jaw to delicately lift it up - forcing her eyes back to him when they preferred the pillow to his smile.

“Precious thing…” he stroked his thumb down her cheek once. Twice. Three times. “What’s wrong? I haven’t even hurt you yet.”

Yet. That’s what was wrong.

Her eyes squeezed shut, trying to shove back the tears. It just made them fall faster, hot wetness sliding down dry skin.

Nate tsked a sigh, other hand raising to brush the tears away with a knuckle. “Are we getting a little burnt out?”

Anna flickered back a little as his lips pressed against the top of her head. She just..nodded a little. Barely moving against him.

“Well that’s too bad~”

There was a sob somewhere inside Anna’s chest, stuck and spinning around her lungs. Searching for the exit she smoothed shut. Refusing to make a sound even as he let his hand drift down to the rings of bruises that circled her throat, threatening to work that exit open again.

She didn’t try to push away his hand. She didn’t do anything but sit there, body trembling but face resolute with exhaustion.

“N-nnat-”

She could practically hear his head tilt.

“Mhm?”

“C-an w-....nnot-nnnnot t’night-”

A dampened but bright laugh bubbled out of his chest. “Oh honey~” His fingers tightened around her through. “You don’t make the rules here, remember? When have you ever been able to say ‘no’ before?”

A fresh pair of tears slid down the teartracks, warming them afresh. “Pl-ease j- jjust t’ni-”

“-No,” he cut her off, grip tightening enough that he eyes snapped open. “Begging won’t help you. I told you, this isn’t merit based. I hurt you when I want to. No more, no less.”

Her eyes pleaded desperately up at him regardless.

“Anna,” he chided, free hand shifting to reach for her wrist. “Do we need t-”

They both froze as the stairs creaked.

Two pairs of eyes snapped to the door.

Two sets of lungs fell into stillness.

The only movement around them was Nate’s hand silently shifting to cover her mouth instead, pushing her skill back against the concrete in a silent warning as footsteps padded closer…then past the door. Down the hall toward the shouting man.

A door closed, metal and resounding and cutting off the muffled sound of conversation.

Anna swallowed, shoving away the discomfort in her throat as Nate’s gaze swiveled back to her. “..what you’re gonna do is stay silent. Understand?” Close enough that minty breath brushed over her nose.

Anna nodded almost desperately, eyes locked on his, even as the air burned her eyes and made them water afresh.

“Good. Because if he hears you, you know I’ll make you regret it.”

She didn’t understand. Nothing about this made sense. Nothing!

She found herself blinking out more tears as she nodded regardless.

For once, Nate didn’t ask her to scream. He let her settle into her comfortable silence as he ripped her apart, backdropped by the stranger’s screams.

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the-fiction-witch · 3 months

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Mummy and Daddy

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating SMUT + Sad

Warnings: labour/pregnancy/ loss of children

I sat on the sweet leather chair and held my magazine in one hand, a plastic container of cool whip rested on my heavily pregnant baby bump, and a cheese stick in my hand slowly dunked and nibbled at it as I flipped through my magazine. My hair was up in a ponytail and my long black dress was over my pale skin.

"Fuck!" I heard across the room so I glanced across the grey basement to be faced with the sight of an utter mess as Benny sat on the floor barefoot, in his black jeans and black t-shirt. His blonde hair fluffy and fresh from his shower his finger between his teeth. His body was surrounded by cardboard, paper, wood and tools.

"You alright Benny?" I asked as I sat up with concern,

"Splinter." He complained,

"You need some help?"

"No, no you stay there."

"You sure?"

"Yeah I'm fine I can't risk it," he said as he managed to get the splinter out with his teeth,

"Risk?" I laugh as I put my magazine down and slowly got to my feet,

"I don't want you getting hurt,"

"From a splinter?"

He smiled and held my hand as he tugged me close to him his other hand stroked my stomach, "Daddy doesn't want anything to happen to our little bundle," He smiled as he peppered my bump with kisses,

"Even me getting a splinter?" I laughed,

"Daddy doesn't want Mummy to get hurt even something as small as a splinter," he smiled,

"You have become so cuddly and affectionate since I got pregnant,"

"Can't I be happy we're gonna have a baby?"

"Of course, I'm happy too Benny," I smiled and returned to the sofa and my magazine,

"You thought any more about names?" he asked as he slowly worked to put together the crib, even if it wasn't a very simple task,

"Not really," I smiled, "I assume you have,"

"Maybe Y/n..." he cooed,

"Ohh? Go on then share with me," I laughed as I stroked my bump,

"Well, I think Benny Jr would be a very cute name,"

"Benny Jr? Benjamin Watts Jr?" I laughed,

"I think it would be very cute," He cooed, "Little Jr, Little Benny Jr. Imagine all the chess boys thinking they are safe and then Benny Watts jr comes up in the tournament,"

"As adorable as that would be Benny I don't like double names its uncreative."

"Fine... How about Little Y/n Jr?"

"What if it's a boy?"

"Nate?"

"No Benny,"

"Alright, how about... Michel for a boy?"

"Ehh no,"

"Sam?"

"Sam? Samuel? Or Sammy?"

"Sammy I think,"

"Cause it sounds like Benny?"

"Maybe," he shrugged

"No,"

"Simon?"

"Not feeling it,"

"Danny?"

"Danny or Daniel?"

"Danny."

"I prefer Daniel."

"I prefer Danny,"

"Cause it sounds like Benny?"

"...Maybe,"

"No Benny,"

"Alright," He laughed as he finished the last piece of the crib and he got to his feet and checked the crib over, "Yes! Success!" He cheered, "Now to move it into the-" He began as he tried to push the crib into place but that caused one of the screws to snap and the whole thing to come tumbling down onto the basement floor in a pile of screws and wooden pieces, "...Fuck."

I couldn't hold back my giggles and he rolled his eyes before he came over, "Can I sit?"

I nodded and stood up, he sat in the chair and tugged me down to sit on his thigh I smiled and laid my head on his chest, and his hand happily sat on my bump.

"You are so beautiful, utterly radiant Y/n,"

"You think so?"

"Of course I do." He smiled, "Daddy thinks mummy and baby look very beautiful," He said as he kissed my head,

"Aww thank you, Benny," I smiled as I kissed his lips, "Any other ideas? for little one?"

"Humm... well," He smiled as he stroked my bump, "Little one will be the most beautiful baby in the whole world, if we get lucky our little one with have sweet pale skin, charming firey Y/h/c hair, precious oceanic Y/e/c eyes."

"You want them to look like me?"

"I would be delighted if our baby looks like you," he smiled, "A perfect clone of their beautiful mother."

"What about their handsome father?"

"You'd want our baby to look like me?"

"Ummm a charming baby, with fluffy blonde hair and chocolate eyes like their father." I giggled, "I mean Genetics Benny, you have anyone in your family with Y/e/c eyes? or Y/h/c hair?"

"...I don't think so,"

"See, so it's very unlikely my more... recessive traits would make it though,"

"I hope they do," He cooed, "I can picture... a little boy, with my blonde hair, your sweet Y/e/c eyes, your adorable nose and my sly smile, be a chess genius and a fantastic baker. Our little boy," he cooed as he stroked my bump,

"I think that's sweet Benny," I smiled, "... we could name him... Christopher."

"Christopher? I really like that."

"You do?"

"Yeah, Christopher Watts," He smiled, "Our little christoper."

"You really like it?"

"I love it, Y/n." He smiled,

"What about a girl?"

"... Christine. Christine Watts."

"Christine. I like it,"

"Christine Watts. It's perfect." He smiled as he kissed my stomach,

I sighed as I sat in bed in my little black nightie as I stroked my bump, I felt so big, so fat, so ugly, my body felt so used by the baby, my feet were swollen, my arms chubby, my face swollen, every inch of me felt so wide and heavy. I barely even fit into my nightie anymore.

"Ohh..." Benny smiled as he leant on the door frame in his boxers,

"Hi Benny, you coming to bed?"

"I think I am," he growled,

"What?" I raised an eyebrow at his growl,

"You look... so sexy."

"I- I do? Benny, do you need your eyes checked?"

"No, I see you perfectly fine Y/n," he smirked as he bit his lip, "Ummm..." he groaned, "You look so good."

"Do I?"

"You do. Something about seeing you... seeing your swollen up tummy," He smirked as he knelt on the bed and began crawling to me, "Knowing... everything I did to you," He bit his lip harder, "How I fucked you so hard, I got you pregnant, how your womb grows large swelling your stomach as my seed grows inside you. To think you're carrying our baby..."

"...Benny have you discovered a mild breeding kink you didn't know about?"

"...I might have," he smirked as he reached my lips, "That and your breasts have like... tripled in size which also makes me very excited," He smirked as he kissed me rather passionately and aggressively his hands all over my stomach, "Umm you look so good, so beautiful," he muttered before he pulled back with a deep look of hungry lust, "Humm," He growled bitting his bottom lip almost to the point of blood as his dark eyes looked me up and down lingering on my stomach, "Mummy is making daddy very, very hard. And horny. and lusty. Fuck either open your legs."

"Benny," I giggled,

"Now Y/n," he demanded,

kissing down my neck as he tugged the spaghetti straps of my nightie down tugging the whole thing off my body leaving me naked my nipples hard in the cold of the basement,

“Ummm you so good,”

“I do?”

“You do,”

“Even when I’m all-”

he smirked tugging his boxers down and wrapping my legs around his hips, it didn't take long for him to slip hilt deep Inside of me making me gasp holding the sheets tightly, “You look like my queen.” He growled, “My Sensualpregnant queen, Mother to my child, I don’t think you’ve ever looked so pleasing,” he began slowly moving from tip to hilt grinding his hips slowly but efficiently quickly leaving me a mess of moans each time he drove deeper often he nibbled at my neck to allow the sounds I made no matter how small not be missed by his ears, gradually he got faster and more merciless which caused my moans and groans to increase, his hand moving to rub on my clit in time with his thrusts

"Ughhh-benny please!" I gasped as my eyes rolled back a little my head rolling against the pillow in pleasure,

"Not till you cum Y/n" he smirked biting on my neck to leave a love bite getting even faster causing me to scream with each of his thrusts "fuck- You'll make me cum already, mummy is far too good to Daddy making him feel so good, why do you have to look so fucking irresistible,"

"I can't help it" I whined,

"Awww I know you can’t, you can’t help winding me up when you look so good." He smirked "Ughh come here!" he smirked pulling out and grabbing my hips pulling me down the bed leaving my hair against the pillows my back further down the bed and my hips off the mattress completely he kept my hips in the air and my ankles in his hands pushing them as far apart as physically possible, and smirking with that evil sky grin before burying his head between my legs nibbling at my inner thigh, kissing my clit, running his tongue across every inch of me even pushing his tongue inside me at moment's which left me a screaming mess often uncontrollably kicking my legs from the pleasure

"Ahhhhh Benny please!" I squealed as he mercilessly continued enjoying my pleads but still ignoring them as he worked I knew how close I was so I began desperately tugging on his hair which made him pull back

"Awww you're so cute when you're hysterically horny" he smirked throwing me completely against the mattress again looming over me "Umm look at you. Bright red. Hard nipples. Giant tits, Dripping cunt. Our little baby resting in your big belly, This" he smirked, stroking his hand down my body "is why I love edging you, Y/n." He smirked "You look so beautiful when your body is craving me," he growled "Say it. And I'll let you cum"

"I need you Benny" I cooed as breathy as I could pulling him into an intense kiss which he happily worked into before pulling back

"Good girl. Down. Now." He demanded so I did as he asked and went down on my knees holding the wooden headboard in my hands he smirked and stroked my waist from my stomach around my side to the small of my back "umm perfect Y/n' he whispered in my ear before slipping back inside me making me moan loudly given how close I was and that he always felt so much bigger when on my knees he didn't waste time being gentle or slow going back to his merciless pase immediately holding my hips hard as he moved often causing the bed to bang and creek his hand moved to cup my breast often twisting my nipple which only increased my moans of pleasure

"Uhhhh Benny!"

"That's perfect, isn’t this how I put the baby in you before," he smirked moving a hand down to rub on my clit making me scream even louder

"Ahhhhh Benny please im-"

"Close?" He smirked and I nodded "Well.. can I cum inside you?"

I blushed hard “I guess so… I mean I’m already pregnant Benny now sure how much hard you could do,” I nodded which only made his smirk grow

"Then my Y/n can cum" he smirked rubbing even faster on my clit as he thrusted

"Uuuuuuuuuuughh uhhhh benny!"

"Louder!" He demanded slapping my ass hard and at that moment I hit my wall making me squeal loudly slightly squirting a little as my orgasm rushed through me leaving me a shaking moaning mess, which only fueled him letting me ride it out still playing with my clit before he moved back to fondle my breasts again still at his merciless pace he got louder too more throaty

"Uhhh fuck. Y/n! Y/n..Y/n!" He growled before biting my shoulder as his hips jerked in a few odd angles and ways finishing deep inside me before he gasped and collapsed his weight onto me. It took a couple of seconds of us both gasping before he pulled out and we lay on the bed, “Fuck… I really love how you look pregnant.”

“I gathered Benny…” I gasped,

“We best be careful, I might love how you look so much I’ll get you pregnant again as soon as baby comes out?”

"Will you now?"

"I might," he smirked as he kissed my bump, "Goodnight Y/n,"

"Goodnight Benny,"

"Goodnight Christopher, or Christine." he smiled as he kissed my bump

"Which do you hope for?"

"Honestly?"

"Honestly,"

"A little boy. A little Christopher. to teach chess and be US champion after me, my sweet son. That's what I want, a son."

"Yeah, I think I'd like a little boy too, but I don't mind so long as their happy and healthy,"

"Yeah so long as their happy," He nodded "I love you, Y/n,"

"I love you too Benny," I smiled before we wrapped up for the night.

I lay in my bed after the worst pain I could ever imagine, the grey hospital room around me. The only peace is Benny's hand in mine. We had been here so long and I had been through an unimaginable amount of pain, my body had been through so much in these hours and I was in this strange stage of feeling almost like I wasn't alive like a shell of my body. The nurse came in and perked up both of us as she stood with a clipboard in hand, she was nervous and barely looked at us.

"...Mr and Mrs Watts?"

"Yes?" Benny asked,

"I... I have some news." she said, "There is good news and some bad news, which did you want first?"

I squeezed Benny's hand, and we met eyes and he nodded to me.

"The bad news. get it out of the way."

"... Your son. He didn't survive."

I nodded, squeezing Benny's hand as hard as I could as tears began to slip from my eyes no matter how hard I tried to hold them back. "I want to see him..."

"we can't-" She began,

"I WANT TO SEE HIM!" I yelled, "Bring him to me! Bring him to me! Bring me my son!" I demanded,

"Y/n -" Benny tried to calm me,

"BRING ME, MY SON!" I begged in a scream,

She nodded and went fetching a small bundled-up baby, she handed him to me and left us to have a moment, Benny held me close as I held our baby close feeling his cold skin, we held each other tight as we cried together, he kissed my hair as I cried and screamed in utter hysterics.

"Our baby... Our sweet little baby... our son... our Christopher..."

"Our sweet little baby," He sniggled, "Our little boy,"

"Our boy. Our poor boy."

My tears and screams echoed across the room,

"It's okay. It's okay. So long as you're okay, so long as I will have you. I'm so sorry my darling, I know nothing will ever replace him but I have you and you have me, I promise I will help you through all of this I will keep you safe, I will protect you, I love you so much and no matter what I love you and our baby boy. You and I will hold him in our hearts forever."

"I know... I know... I love you too... we'll love our sweet little boy, Our little Christopher."

"Our little Christopher." he nodded,

We held our baby close giving him kisses and sweet cuddles until the nurse returned,

"Can I take him?" she asked,

"No... No. You can't take him. Please. Please you can't take him. Please please nooo..." I begged,

"Just another moment please," Benny begged,

"We will take care of him we promise," she explained, as she came closer and slowly removed the baby from me no matter how much I cried and screamed, Benny held me tightly trying to soothe me,

"Nooooooo Please! Give back our baby Please!" I begged but she took him away, Benny held me tightly and kissed my hair as he slowly calmed me until the nurse returned,

"Are you ready for the good news?" The nurse asked,

I nodded hardly able to focus,

"You had twins. and the baby girl survived," she said, she left a moment and returned with a small wrapped baby girl that she brought over to us letting me take her in my arms, she left and Benny happily hugged me tightly as we held our baby girl in our arms fighting back our joyful tears.

"Our girl... Our little girl..."

"Our sweet little baby girl," He smiled, "I love her already,"

"I do too, Our little Christine."

"Christine, Our little Christine Watts our little daughter."

"Our little daughter." I cooed, "Our angel,"

"Our angel." He smiled giving her head a little kiss, "Our sweet angel, I swear you to Y/n, I will protect our daughter, and you with my life. I swear."

"as will I." I nodded, "I swear it. I don't think the pain... will ever go away about our son, but I can rejoice... with our daughter."

"We can, and no matter what I will love you, and her endlessly." He kissed my head,

"I will love you and her endlessly Benny," I smiled giving him a soft kiss.

I sat in the chair my body felt numb, my mind a million miles away as I stared at the box kept on our shelf in the most beautiful of places beside a white rose, where Christopher will rest eternally I felt so hollow about everything I suppose that's why its called postpartum depression even without my grief for Christopher, but I perked up and turned to see a adorable sight,

"Who's daddies little girl? hu? yeah, daddies special little angel." Benny cooed as he held Christina in his arms sitting her on his lap as he plaid chess letting her suck on the pieces he kissed her Y/h/c hair and tickled her nose making her brown eyes open as she giggles away, "Yeah? that's a king. Daddy is a king. Daddies the king of the house, that's the queen mummies the queen, and our sweet little angel is our little chess princess. Yes, yes you are. Daddy's beautiful little chess princess, daddies smart little girl." he cooed, and I couldn't hold back my smile and gentle tears. "Y/n? What's the matter?"

"Nothing... I love you so much Benny," I cooed as I got up and kissed his head,

"I love you too Y/n," he smiled, "You love mummy Christina? you love mummy?"

"I love her very much," I smiled kissing her little head,

"she loves you too I'm sure of it, I love you too Christina, you love Daddy?"

"I'm sure she does," I smiled giving him a soft kiss before all three of us cuddled up in a big cozy hug.

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Chocolate and Cuddles | n.d.

Pairing: Nathan Drake x fem!reader

Synopsis: Just a soft cuddle session with your treasure-hunting boyfriend.

Word Count: 1.335k

Warnings: English not being my first language, mainly fluff, mentions of sex, a pinch of harmless angst bc it’s me.

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A/n: I have nothing to say for myself, this is shamelessly self-indulgent like everything I write. Inspired by this post.

“Fuck this”, Nate grumbled, setting the little book down onto your coffee table. Not as harshly as his frustration would’ve wanted him to, but only because of how priceless that damn object was. The absolute Odyssey he had gone through to retrieve it was another extremely good reason.

When he’d first told you about it, you almost couldn’t believe him, and this was coming from the person he would always return to in between his crazy adventures. However, a quick glance at his naked torso had been more than enough to change your mind: suddenly, that absurd and fantastic story didn’t sound so absurd and fantastic anymore.

Of course, you had immediately freaked out, the position of your med kit being all you could think of. But Nate had effectively silenced your worries – at least for that moment –, instead focusing entirely on you. And with a stamina you couldn’t explain to yourself nonetheless.

Had someone witnessed the steamy, filthy scene unfolding in your tiny bedroom, they would’ve thought you were the one who’d just made a quick stop in Hell.

Crying in shock and relief, realising you had been just one step away from losing him, you had clung to his shoulders for dear life, eyes rolling in the back of your head and legs wrapped around his hips, drawing him as close as you could, as if you were trying to become one with him, all your coherent sentences getting reduced to mindless, yet adoring chants of his name.

“I’m okay. I’m here. I’m yours…”

With deep thrusts that by no doubt had your neighbours hating you for how loud they had made you moan, and soft lips kissing away all your tears, Nate had taken your mind off of everything else that wasn’t his love for you and his body entangled with yours, twisted in bed sheets that were now stained with his blood…

“Everything okay?”, you asked, approaching him with a mug of hot milk-chocolate in your hands.

Nate sent you a weak smile, running a hand through his hair, still wet from the shower. “I’m going nowhere with this”, he sighed, rubbing his eyes, then rested his elbows on his knees. “Might need your help with it.”

You hummed, placing the mug onto the table, careful not to put it too close to the book, and kneeling on the couch right next to him. “I’ll consider it.”

Your eyes naturally flickered to his battered arms and bare back. You had treated him to the best of your abilities, but his skin was still covered in bruises that would take a while to fade.

Nate reached out and grabbed the mug, proceeding to take a long sip. “Thanks, darling”, he murmured, gratefully.

You smirked, poking at his side. “That was for me.”

He turned towards you, jaw dropped and eyes round. “Shit, I’m sorry–”, he began to apologise.

“Just kidding”, you reassured him, raising a hand to remove a little smudge of chocolate from the corner of his mouth. The action transitioned into you affectionately cupping the side of his face. “Just kidding, my love”, you repeated, as your thumb ran over the little cut on his cheekbone.

He chuckled at that, grabbing your wrist and pulling you in, lips claiming their legit place against yours.

The two of you spent a good hour and a half cuddling and working on deciphering the secret message contained in the book, and you had actually gotten to a pretty good point when you noticed that all of the action was finally starting to take a toll on Nate.

You shifted on the couch, moving so that you could have access to his back, then spread your palms over his broad shoulders, leaning in to kiss a blue-ish mark right between his shoulder blades.

Your boyfriend’s initial surprise got quickly forgotten, as he instantly surrendered to you, melting into your featherlight touch and forgetting the coded clue, too.

“Looks like the tireless treasure hunter could use some rest”, you breathed against the nape of his neck. You took your sweet time paying attention to every single wound that soiled his flesh, then, once you were done, you swiftly unbuttoned your shirt – that you might’ve happened to have stolen from him – and scooted closer to him, your front glued to his back, your hands still massaging his shoulders and roaming over his chest.

Nate threw his head back, silently asking himself what he had done to deserve such a sweet little thing as you to bless his life. And kicking his past idiot self for almost losing you. “Fuck, love…”

“Wanna go to bed?”, you offered after a few minutes, lips brushing over the shell of his ear, the gesture eliciting a shiver out of him. “We’ll finish tomorrow.”

He complied and followed you like an obedient puppy, his trademark cocky smirk fading into a love-sick gaze that never failed to make your heart skip a beat, his big, calloused hands not daring to leave yours for a single second.

You had barely touched the mattress when his head dipped to your breasts, taking advantage of the fact that you hadn’t done anything about your – his – shirt, planting soft pecks onto the delicate skin.

“Nate…”, you warned him with a soft gasp. You were still sore, since he hadn’t exactly gone easy on you, doing all in his power to make you come six times in a row, mentioning something about making up for the six months you had spent apart. You couldn’t quite remember, given how he had literally fucked your brains out.

“I know”, he mumbled innocently, and you understood there was no actual malicious intent behind his actions. “Just wanna kiss you, that’s all.”

So you just let him lay you on your back, arching up into him as your eyes fluttered shut, the wonderful sensation of your lover’s lips spreading warmth under your skin, making you feel like you were floating on pasted tinted clouds.

“Nate…”, you purred, filling him with pride, despite how tired he was. He knew all too well that he was the only one allowed to see this side of you, the only one who could make you whisper dreamingly while you were wide awake.

During an argument, you had yelled that he just loved fucking you. It was still in the early stages of your relationship – could you even call it a relationship back then? – when neither of you could quite tell where this thing was going. Well, at least he couldn’t. You certainly could tell way more than he did.

After that, you had stormed out of his apartment, going radio silence for an entire week, and that was what it took him to understand that you weren’t an outlet anymore. He ached for you, he needed you next to him.

God, he fucking loved you.

Once he was satisfied, Nate snuggled into your chest like you were his personal pillow, pressing his cheek against your sternum, so that he could regulate his breathing along yours and let the soothing rhythm of your heartbeat lull him to sleep.

Your fingers idly raked through his locks, nails lightly scraping his scalp. His hair was getting longer. You liked it, but you were ready to bet that tomorrow he was gonna ask you to help him do something about it.

“Can you hold me?”, Nate pleaded quietly, caressing your sides like you were made of glass. “I need to feel you.”

You nodded, and without a word, wrapped your limbs around him when he turned to his side, once again pressing your skin flush against his.

Your boyfriend sighed happily, loving how vulnerable he could allow himself to be in your presence, while still feeling perfectly safe. He took your hand in his and brought it up to his lips, covering every inch of it with kisses, then placed your palm right above his heart and kept it there.

Right where he kept you while he was away.

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