I’ll throw myself in here for a ship (I think you’re still doing them but I’m not sure if they’re old ones you’re wrapping up) I’m 5’6, a Leo (cancer cusp if you believe in that, I think Libra moon maybe??) either way, I love love reading, I’m an introverted extrovert, I want to travel a lot more once I’m more settled in life and I am that person that has stopped mid conversation to coo about dogs
I ship you with Charlie Coyle!!
How You Met: He was dogsitting for a buddy and you stopped to say hi to the dogs and he may have IMPLIED he was the dog’s owner just to get your number.
ooo I got one! Pasta! (aka David Pastrnak) hes so adorable I just wanna hug himmmm
oh my god OK SO I didn’t really care one way or another about Pasta until I met some of the people here when I made this blog and now I just want to make sure he has a nice warm coat and someone to tell him how beautiful his heart is.
send me a player and I’ll tell you my most momfriend emotions @ them
Prompt: David Pastrnak, Jealousy
For: Anon
Warnings & Tags: not nsfw, pre-smut
Word Count: 387
*title from the anon’s request because it seemed appropriate and I couldn’t get it out of my head. thanks anon <3
You saw that look in his eyes and you knew what it meant. He’d barely kept it hidden all evening. You had to hand it to him, he’d mostly kept it together; a look here, his arm tightening around you there, but he kept quiet as you talked to potential donors. One of the potential donors slid his eyes up and down your body, taking in your high-neck, low-back gown as you explained to him what your organization did and how his donation would help impoverished young families all over the world receive the medical care that every person deserved. You could feel David restraining himself after that, growling low in his chest and settling his hand possessively at your lower back.
When you got home, you made a beeline for your room and kicked off your heels, exhaling at your feet finally being freed before turning around to look at David. He was stock-still, filling the doorframe, his shoulders shaking visibly. You sighed.
“Let’s get some things straight first,” you started, waiting for his nod before continuing. “I worked my ass off on this fundraiser.”
“Yes, you did.” his voice was choked off, quiet.
You continued, pointing at his chest. “I look good as hell tonight.”
“Yes, you do,” he agreed, still unmoving.
“You know I’d never, not in a million years, want another man like I want you.”
This time, he just silently nodded.
“You were my arm-candy tonight,” you finished, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Y/N. I know.” His voice sounded hoarse and strained and you decided to take pity on him. He’d made a huge effort to contain his jealousy. You knew that. You appreciated that. It had caused issues before, early in your relationship, and you knew he was trying hard.
You reached behind you, sliding the zipper of your dress down. The soft fabric slid off of your shoulders, down your body, becoming a pool of silk at your bare feet. Tilting your head at David, fixed him with a smirk and his whole body seemed to tense up like he was frozen in time. You licked your lips slowly before finally speaking up. “So get over here and wreck me, already.”
