#pld x reader

[princessphilly]

This is for @2-fast-2-curious

I gotta say Christine is amazing. Girl remembers back when I posted fic on blogspot! 😍😍😍

Josh x reader x PLD. Minors DNI

“She’s pretty.”

It was spoken in a soft tone to your left. You couldn’t see who said it, as your eyes were covered. But as soon as you felt a calloused hand on your thigh, you knew exactly who it was.

It was Pierre and you felt your pulse quicken. Then your boyfriend said, “Hmm, I think she likes you too.”

That was an understatement. When your boyfriend broached the subject of having a threesome, you said only if you could invite Pierre in. Josh had his two women at once, now you were going to have your fun.

You heard the deep, smooth chuckle to the back of you before you felt his hands on your back. Josh moved you to where you were sitting on his lap, your legs splayed out. You were exposed to their sight but it didn’t make you feel bad. You actually felt their hungry glances and it fueled your blood in your veins.

Then you felt breath at your core and your breath hitched.

“Be a good girl and let Luc get a taste,” Josh ordered and you gasped. One feel of his tongue and you were lost.

“Fuck, she’s sweet!”

Before you could respond, you felt him begin to devour your essence, Josh’s lips kissing down your neck. You relaxed, letting the sensations take over you.

“Good girl.”

[butgilinsky]

soft, jealous moment in a bar with pld

oof excuse the length pls 

you’d just finished your last final and an fathomable weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. you were only two drinks deep, enough to have you smiling and laughing along with your friends, but still able to hold yourself up on your own.

your third drink was nestled into your palm comfortably when you spotted pierre across the bar, a wide smile draped across his face at the sight of you dancing with your best friend, kira.

“you made it!” you said happily, dropping your arm from kira’s shoulders and moving to wrap it around pierre’s.

“i told you i’d make it.” you hummed, knowing that was true but fighting the urge to tell him that that didn’t always mean he’s actually make it. you opted for a kiss instead, telling him that you’re glad he could make it.

you told him that you already had a tab open, and that he could just add to yours instead of opening his own. he gave you a weary look, not sure he liked the idea of that but you rolled your eyes and shoved him towards the bar with your drink order ringing through his ears before he could start an argument about who was paying for the tab tonight.

you wouldn’t have been surprised to see pierre convincing the bartender to move your tab over to his card, claiming that it was not a night to pay for your own celebratory drinks, but you didn’t notice. you watched him walk to the bar, but when there was another hand on your lower back, your attention was shifting to the boy beside you that was smiling widely at you.

“oh my god, hi!” you hugged the boy who you’d awarded with the honor of being the whole reason you passed your stats class. he asked how your last final went, and you dished on the condition that he’d tell you about his french exam all the same.

you don’t know how long you’d been talking to him before your attention was robbed again, this time towards the boy who had an uneasy smile on his face as he looked between you and the guy he’d never seen before who looked all too happy to be talking to you right now.

“thanks baby.” you spoke softly as you ditched your practically empty glass for the new one pierre held out for you. “oh, shit, i forgot! pierre, this is daniel. daniel’s the only reason i passed stats this semester-”

“will you stop telling people that? that’s not true!” you rolled your eyes at daniel’s attempt to tell you that you got that B all on your own, even though he knows that the nights you two spent in the library until 2 am was the sole reason you hadn’t flunked out before the midterm.

“it is so true!” you felt a hand fall onto your hip and grip it tightly, signaling that pierre did not want to be a part of this conversation any longer than he had to be. “we should probably get back to our table, but it was nice to see you daniel.”

daniel nodded to you and offered pierre the same gesture before telling the two of you to have a goodnight and hoping that you wouldn’t turn into a stranger next semester since you wouldn’t need his help in stats any longer.

it took you all of .2 seconds to find out that pierre was visibly upset by the interaction. the second that daniel was gone, you were snaking your free hand up pierre’s back below his t shirt. you scratched your nails against his skin gently, pulling his attention down to you and offering him a soft smile.

"somebody’s jealous.” you sang softly, watching pierre’s lips twist up in a slightly agitated smile.

“i’m not jealous.” you rolled your eyes, not believing that for a second. “there’s nothing to be jealous of.”

“you’re right, there’s not. why would i want to be with anybody else in the entire world?” you pulled your hand off of his back and brought it up to the back of his neck, pulling him down the distance it took to bring your lips back to his.

“nobody else?” he asked softly and you shook your head slowly, a wide smile resting on your lips.

“only you, baby.”

[butgilinsky]

enemies to lover blurb the moment when pld realizes that he's actually in love with her

“you’re so self absorbed. we get it, you’re pretty. you’re pretty, and you know it, and it shows. just because you’re attractive doesn’t give you the right to be such an asshole.” your voice was loud, and in any other moment, it wouldn’t flown in one ear and out the other for him.

pierre didn’t know what was wrong with him tonight. any other night, your words would’ve left as soon as they came into his mind and he wouldn’t have cared about them much if any at all. he wouldn’t have cared about the terms rimming your waterline, or the way that you were clearly chewing on your cheek to keep unprecedented thoughts to yourself.

but right now, something was different. he didn’t know what it was. maybe the way your eyes were big and wide and filled with tears that he wished he hadn’t caused. it might have been the way that your oversized t shirt made you look so small, especially when standing next to him. he wasn’t exactly sure, but he didn’t have the capacity to decipher it all right now.

“are you even listening to me? god, do you ever listen to anything other than the sound of your own voice?” the words flew over his head, kissing him completely as he stared at you in awe. you looked so beautiful, so domestic.

your hair was messy, and your lips were swollen. your eyes were rimmed with red and wet with tears that you tried to suppress. you were breathtaking, and he was sure that he had never seen someone so beautiful in his entire life. you were beautiful. he thought you were beautiful.

“god, luc, you never listen-“ his hands gripped your face, pulling your lips against his.

it wasn’t new, but it was different somehow. you had felt his lips against yours before, only in a drunken haze when nobody else’s was living up to your standards. it had only happened a few times, but this time was different then all the others.

pierre found himself lost in the moment, unsure of what he had been doing up until this point. he shouldn’t have done that, shouldn’t have crossed the line, but you were there and you were so beautiful and he loved you and-

“what the fuck was that?” your words came out in a pant, hushed beneath your heavy breaths as you looked up at him with a confused expression settled into your face.

“i just wish you’d shut the fuck up sometimes.” it was a coverup, but you didn’t seem to notice as you grabbed the neckline of his shirt and pulled him down to meet your lips once again.

[butgilinsky]

first kiss with pld

excuse the length pls and thx 

it feels like you’ve been friends since you were kids. sure, he’s only been in columbus for a few years, and you’d only met him about a year ago in retrospect, but that’s not how it felt to the two of you. it felt like you’d met a lifetime ago, like you knew everything there was to know about the other.

everything felt so easy with him. you’d go out with your friends and end up sat beside each other, every single time. you’d engage in a conversation with the entire table and end up in a side conversation with him, every single time. you’d go to a blue jackets game with your friends and end up in his passenger seat on your way home, every single time.

he was quickly becoming an important person in your life, and you did the same for him. the two of you were practically inseparable, and everything would’ve been so much easier if the two of you wanted to stay here, like this, forever.

you knew you were in love with pierre the first time he tipped a puck over the glass and winked at you. you knew you loved him the first time he scored a goal and pointed up at you in your seat, sending you another wink. you knew you loved him when he got you another drink without asking if you needed one. you knew you loved him when he hip checked you at the starbucks counter and paid for your drink without letting you argue against him.

you had been in love with pierre for as long as you’d known him.

you didn’t know he loved you until he said it, word for word, practically spelling it out for you while you sat in the corner of his sofa in his apartment. you were in sweatpants and an old t shirt that was two sizes too big, gripping a cup of coffee between your hands.

he was sitting on the opposite side of the couch, only using one hand to hold his coffee while the other flipped through the channels to find something better to watch. he stopped when he heard your soft gasp, eyes finding yours that were wide with excitement when you saw the first santa clause movie playing on one of the channels.

it was a no brainer that you had to watch that now, especially when you looked like that at the mere thought of watching the movie. he watched you watch the movie, his own smile reaching his eyes every time you laughed or mouthed he dialogue to yourself.

“you’re not even watching it!” he felt the back of your hand hit the side of his thigh, prying his eyes away from yours to drop to the spot of contact for a moment. “we can watch something else if you’re bored-”

“i’m not bored.” he shook his head, a soft smile stretching across his lips at the thoughts swimming in his mind. “i’m never bored when i’m with you.”

“seriously, luc, we can watch something else.” you moved your coffee mug onto the coffee table and reached for the remote, prepared to find something else that both of you wanted to watch.

he caught your hand before you could reach the remote, pulling you softly so you were sitting in front of him. he held your hand in his, eyes boring into yours as he got lost in his head for the nth time tonight.

you smiled softly when you caught his eyes moving between your own and your lips. you let out a soft sigh through your nose and tipped your head back just enough to touch his nose with your own.

“kiss me, luc.” he moved before he could properly register the words, pressing his lips against yours with a force that almost knocked you on your back.

it was slow, and intense, and bruising, but you wouldn’t have asked the universe to rewrite it if they offered. you smiled into it, feeling every muscle in your body relax as you melted into pierre like it was the easiest thing you’d ever done.

you chased his lips when they pulled back from yours, humming in content when he laughed and pressed them back together one more time.

“i’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

“i’ve waited for you to do that for so long.”