#DO NOT DRINK THE “FANCY” LEMONADE AND OTHER DRINKS

[volixia669]

I need Gordan Ramsey to visit franchise restaurants. I know it would tank so many brands so would never happen, plus all the illegal shit happening, but if you think family owned restaurants are bad, just wait til you find out how your local Panera is run.

[totsandnuggsrebloggs]

NEVER. and I say NEVER. drink the peep peep’s lemonade. and further more, PLEASE do not drink ANY OTHER peep peep related drink. it tasted like, no I shant say it, well it tasted like piss.

Happy passover everyone.

Also please check in on your gentile friends and make sure they don't drink this, I'm worried for them:

[radio-fmm]

The phrase “silence is louder than words” never meant anything to Sanji

Until now

You have been quiet. Terribly so. For the last 20 minutes and it’s driving him insane. Somehow he has missed you during this time, even if you’re sitting just a couple steps away

Your eyes are glued to your notebook, a steady hand that clenches at the poor pencil glides thorough the page. Usually, you enjoy this activity, a twinkle in your eye that hangs brightly illuminating the room. But now… you wear a pout, a scowl, eyebrows looking down in anger. Steam almost comes out your ears

You’re upset

I mean, clearly, but Sanji still hasn’t build up the courage to ask what’s going on. Because he knows the answer

When you started dating the cook, you knew his tendencies with women wouldn’t just disappear. But it didn’t made you happy either

You had talked about his behavior several times, asking for nothing more than respect which is the bare minimum really. Sanji had dramatically stated that he had no eyes for no other than his sweet angel which, was true in a way

So when you turned around in the market and spotted him salivating at a belly dancer that just happened to be nearby you weren’t surprised

But you also weren’t thrilled

Sanji adores you. You’re his light, his angel, his rock, his goddess, his life . He would do anything for you, hell, he’ll bring down the stars above if you just asked. But who wouldn’t feel insecure after their partner looks at another woman like that?

He hates himself for it, he’ll allow you to spit and step on him like gum if that’s what grant him your forgiveness. He needs to change. He knows it, he will do it a thousand times over, just for you

Slowly, he makes his way to sit in front of you, your movements come to a halt as you heard him plop down onto the chair, but you don’t spare him a glance

Ouch

“Hi” his voice comes out strained, frightened

You remain frozen, thinking on what to do… lash out? Curse at him? Stay quiet for another hour? Leave?

You just answer

“Hi”

A shiver runs down Sanji’s spine at your answer, the sound of your voice making him giddy, oh how has he missed you

“You’re mad”

“How observant”

“At me”

“Clearly”- finally, your eyes leave your page and find Sanji’s. He looks pale like a ghost, breathing irregular as he awaits his destiny

There’s another silence, this one is different, your annoyed tone sits on top of it leaving a sour taste behind your tongues, a silence that resembles a ticking bomb

“I am sorry” the cook fidgets with his hands, eyes pooling slightly at the thought of what will you do

“Your apology means nothing to me, actions speak for themselves Sanji…” your gaze is heavy, nothing like he usually meets it. You’re so light like the sea breeze, like a fresh lemonade drink on a sweet sunny day. Right now? You burn, hot like a spicy hot sauce that makes your nose run

You shake your head and sigh, a long tired one that makes Sanji’s heart tear at the seams

“I just don’t understand you Sanji… I would never do that to you”

This, this is the moment where you defeat him. Your sad puppy eyes looking up at him, the hurt behind your voice and the truth. Oh the truth of it all breaks him completely, of course you wouldn’t do that to him, you’re the most loyal kindhearted beautiful human being on earth

He swallows

Sanji considers throwing himself overboard for the sea kings to devour him whole, and that still wouldn’t be enough

He suddenly gets up and holds both your hands with such tenderness as he kneels before you

An offering at your benevolent temple

“My love, I know I did wrong and disrespected you and our relationship. No fancy sweet words could ever make a difference. So now I promise you, not empty promise but real this time, that I will change to he the man you deserve”

You shake your head once more. You don’t believe him? Are you finally done with him? There’s nothing he can do I if you decide to do so because he messed up big time

“I know I deserve better” Sanji closes his eyes and scrunches his nose at the statement, your voice drilling through his head and making him dizzy

It hurts, because it’s true

“But I don’t want better on anyone else but you”

His head that had dropped raises to find your face, you’re still mad, but even mad you offer him another chance while holding his hand through it all. Because that’s who you are, you believe in him, you trust him

“This is the last time-“

“Yes! Yes! I promise you my angel, you can kick me out of the crew If I ever even glance at the opposite direction of you, I will be better”

“Sanji” another shiver runs up and down his form, he loves the way you say his name

“Hurting my feelings and getting my forgiveness every single time is not okay. I would only continue to be with you if you show me change”

His golden locks rise and fall rapidly as he shakes bis head up and down. Carefully, he takes your left hand and kisses the promise ring atop of one of your fingers, a reminder of his undying love and devotion

A reminder that your love is stronger than anything else. Even jealousy and disrespect

The cold material meeting his lips makes him giddy. You’re way too good, he’ll spend the rest of his life making it up to you

“I am sorry, so deeply sorry sweetheart, and I’ll repay you being the best man, your man”

A giggle scapes you at the absurdity of it all. You don’t know when had Sanji wrapped you around his finger. If it were anyone else you would’ve walked a long time ago

But you know him, at his core, he needs you

And you love him, and he does too

Nami scoffs loudly making Robin laugh covering her mouth as to not drawn any attention, they can’t see your face but they can imagine both of you on the other side of the door

“I swear she forgives him too easy”

“Love is work” Robin says, whispers to the wind and Nami hates it

Because it’s true

[bunny-jpeg]

hi bunny! i was wondering if you got an order for sourdough bread and blueberry muffins with a side of hard lemonade for toto? i think tumblr has been eating my asks! but if you did already get it ignore this!! love the writing and i loved the past two toto works 🫶🏻🫶🏻🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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want to submit your own orders? then check out the menu! there are tons of things to order and various wonderful servers. i do fandoms beyond f1 if something else strikes your fancy! as for this one, i see what your brain is cooking and i'm so sorry that your original order got eaten by the monster in my inbox! but thankfully this got through and i love the combination! i have grown a fondness for toto as i am part of a discord with other amazing people that's focused on him <3

sourdough bread ("i'm going to breed you.") + blueberry muffins ("i don't think it'll fit.") + hard lemonade (possessive behaviour) served by toto wolff (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, age gap (20/50), wife!reader, breeding kink, size kink (duh), pregnancy, missionary position

toto found your antics amusing. he knew it was just the kind of person you were. you were raised in a household where hugging and kissing on the cheek were normal! toto wasn't going to get mad at you because you were more touch-y feel-y than most.

he found it cute, because you were always so affectionate towards him. you constantly wanted kiss and toto's arm around you. you want to bury into his chest and make a home out of there. you wanted to be close to him.

it wasn't you he didn't trust. it was men.

it was a hands-y mechanic at a party. he was closer to your age and made you laugh, which only left a surge of jealousy in your husband's chest. the mechanic seemed new. so he probably didn't know that you were toto's wife.

you chatted with him happily and toto felt the jealousy surge up further. he finished the drink in his hand before he put the glass down and went to 'rescue' his wife.

"schatzi." toto said, putting on his best smile. he didn't want to scare off the mechanic. he came up to you and placed his hand on your lower back. the size difference was noticable.

you were toto's little wife, you looked up at him and smiled, "ah, honey! this is the new mechanic!"

toto smiled back at you, "i know, my love." he looked at the mechanic and raised his eyebrows, "i know you'll be a great addition to the team this season. it is lovely to finally meet you. this is my wife." he said bluntly, "mrs. wolff."

you perked up, "oh my god, i'm so sorry! i only introduced myself as my first name. this is my husband!"

the new guy's eyes went wide for a moment before he said, "oh... i see." he then cleared his throat, "um, i'll be right back then!" then swiftly left the situation.

you frowned a little and said, "i wonder what that was about." you looked up at your husband, "he seemed scared."

he rubbed the top of your head before he leaned in and kissed you on the apple of your cheek, "mm, i don't think so, schatzi. why don't we go find george and lily?" two people that toto could trust.

-

that evening, toto made sure to show his wife how much he loved you. those large hands on your behind as he got you up onto the shared bed you have. he watched you get out of the dress, exposing your body to him.

your nude form was for his eyes only.

the glittery gold ring on your left hand was evidence of that. your pretty signature with the last name 'wolff' was another. he could get lost in your beauty as he yearned for you. it was a deep throb in his chest at the sight of you.

the pretty nude colour bra and the bright yellow panties you wore. both looked perfect on your skin. and only made toto undress faster, he didn't want to keep mrs. wolff waiting.

he got his button-up onto the floor, and the undershirt. you rubbed your soft thighs together and he drank in the sight of you.

"a woman like you should be illegal. i'm worried if you get more beautiful, my love." he got onto the bed and took off the undershirt, "i'd have to lock you away."

he said it almost jokingly. he trusted you of course, it was other men that couldn't be trusted.

you giggled and took his belt off. the leather felt expensive in your hands. it soon was on the bed and toto quickly got undressed as well before he was on top of you. his hands on your panties before he showed them down your thighs.

"i'm going to breed you." he said softly, "i want to see you with my child. a proper mother." his nose was up against your jaw, he could feel your pulse as it quickened.

your core got hotter as you struggled to get your bra off. you replied, "then come on now, my dear husband." you took him by the face to meet your gaze, "let's make a baby."

he thought the wind was knocked out of him for a moment before he grabbed a hold of your bra and got it off your body, leaving you fully naked to him. he got on his knees with your legs wrapped around his waist.

a heated part of him wanted to fuck you the old fashioned way. on your back so he could admire every inch of your skin.

"but, i don't think it'll fit." you remarked with a slight giggle.

he replied with a smile, he looked handsome as always. "oh don't worry, schatzi. it'll fit." toto was a big man all over. big hands meant two things, one of those things was that his the tip of his cock was familiar with the beginning of your cervix.

and that he easily bruised your poor sweet hole.

but, since you two got married. it had been easier for him to fuck you, to sink inside of you. to feel you inside and out. but now with you under him, he slowly got his cock into you. one hand on your hip and one around his cock.

he got it all the way to the root and then had both hands on your soft hips. you were beautiful under him, your breath hitched and it made toto's cock twitched.

the beautiful, amazing mrs. toto wolff.

he started to move against you. his hands felt so large on your hips as he moved against you. he hunched over you to admire every inch of your heated skin. he could feel the praise bubble up in his throat.

no mechanic, no driver, no man was going to take you from him. he made a promise to love you for all of your days. and he was expecting for that to last for many years.

you held onto the covers under you and let him move your body back and forth. the stretch felt good. you remembered the days when you'd be bruised for a few days afterwards.

"i want you to have my children, schatzi." he said with a softness in his voice. the pleasure raced up his spine as he continued to move against you. you felt perfect to him, like a dream come true.

you moaned a little louder, in the comfort of your shared bedroom. husband and wife tangled up in one another. you placed your hands onto his chest as he continued to rut against you.

his cock hit all the right areas, it made you feel flushed at it all. it was a heated feeling throughout your body.

you tried to meet his pace, but everything felt so much. your heart was racing and you could feel it in your gut. you moaned a little louder, "please honey."

he continued to work your pussy, making sure that you felt good. how could he not want that? you were his wife. not that little mechanic's wife. you were his.

"i know, angel." he said softly, "i'll make you feel good." he leaned in to kiss you on the lips. such a delicate thing under his touch, he could feel the fire in his stomach as he moved against you.

the most perfect living thing. to have sex with you was a feeling that excited toto. to have you anyway he could. he pleasure you as much as you pleasured him.

you were his heart, the thing that kept it beating. to keep going, to keep winning.

you whimpers were cute, you were close. and toto continued to make love to you.

"toto."

"i have you, my love."

you clutched onto the covers under you. your back arched at the intensity as you came around his cock. you whined a little bit and tensed up. toto took this as a chance to pick up the pace and really work his dick into you. he came soon after and made sure to get himself in as deep as it would go.

he was trying to get his wife pregnant after all. a few hard thrusts and his cum drooled into the back of your womb. a good sign if all goes well. toto felt flushed, the sweat down his back as he eyed his beautiful wife.

no mechanic cane get too hands-y if there was a proper baby bump in the way. a sign that toto had staked claim of you as if the ring he bought you wasn't enough. plus, you'd make a beautiful mother.

he pulled out of you and curled up against your stomach. he rubbed soft circles and stayed close to you. he was breathing heavily as were you.

"my beautiful wife." he said as he kissed your stomach.

-

you were all smiles at the party toto threw months later as a way to socialize for the upcoming crew of mercedes. to start out on the right foot. a promise of a good season.

even now, six months pregnant with your first child. you were still all smiles and laughter. instead of a glass of wine, you had been pouring yourself sparkling water to still be part of the celebrations. the dress you wore highlighted your rounded middle.

but now that you were pregnant, toto had to keep a close eye on you. your center of gravity had been all screwed up since your belly sprouted. he didn't need his wife taking a tumble.

he easily caught the sight of you waving hello to the mechanic from last year and giving him a big hug. he also noticed that the mechanic's hand was a little to close to your behind for toto's liking.

if it wasn't glaringly obvious that you were taken already, give the ring, the house and now the baby. he knew he was going to have to talk to the other man before the season started.

toto didn't mind that you were the type of person who loved a good hub, it was who you were! but, it was toto's job as your husband to make sure that you remained safe. <3

[nikkisheep]

To Be Alone With You (Part 4)

Anthony Bridgerton x female!sharma!sister!reader (soon)

mentions of Benedict Bridgerton x female!sharma!sister!reader

Warnings: cheating (Anthony is engaged to Edwina), SMUT!!!!!! oral (f), fingering, over stimulation, sexual tension, cursing, body worship, jealous Anthony, biting, angst at the end, hair pulling, breeding kink

I'M SO SORRY IT GOT TO BE SO LONG :)

Summary: Anthony finds out about your art session with Benedict and means to remind you who you belong to as you remind him who he chose to belong to.

Songs to listen to while reading: **= smut part, *=angst

**Amantes: Esme (song is in Spanish but is very soft and sets the mood)

**Take Me To Church: Hozier

**I Wanna Be Yours: Arctic Monkeys

**Shameless: Camila Cabello

**wRoNg: ZAYN

*The Great War: Taylor Swift

*Say Don't Go: Taylor Swift

Tag List: @shealuna, @m-rae23, @littlepeanut03, @aellabridgerton, @sydney-m, @faatxma, @wildthoughtnananna, @uraesthete, @themadhattersqueen, @sydney-m, @theantiquehobbit

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You watched the Lady's maids get you ready in front of a large mirror. When it came time for you to get your hair done, your best friend, Phoebe, ushered the other maids out. Phoebe was the daughter of your mother's Lady's maid. The two of you grew to be fast friends as you grew older. Phoebe hoping for marriage and you planning to find a man worthy of her.

"If you are not careful, the others will know what you and those two Bridgertons are up to," She said as she pulled your hair off your neck, revealing the bruises from your "art" session with the second son.

"Phoebe!" You gasp. "I told you that as you are my best friend, not for you to use it against me."

"Darling, I am not using it against you nor am I blaming you. Do you know how many women would kill to be in your position?" She giggled as she put your hair in the tight bun that it needed to be in.

"I would rather not be in my position if I could help it," You said while looking down at your hands.

---

The Bridgerton house was covered in their signature baby blues. There were flowers, candles, and other decor everywhere to be seen. All the Bridgerton brothers were decked out in their fancy suits with those beautiful neck ties. Benedict's was a soft yellow and Anthony's was a dark blue. The others wore white.

Dressed in your family's dark purple color, your mother had the neck line deeper than what is normally accepted. You knew that she just wanted to help you find a man but the only man that you really wanted was one who was engaged to marry your sister.

Moving to the drink table, you grab a cup of water. You notice that nearly everyone else had chosen the lemonade. When you turned back around from the table to the ballroom, one Colin Bridgerton was making his way to you.

Giving a short bow, Colin moved to stand beside you.

"Do tell me, Miss Sharma, how have you enchanted my two idiot brothers?" He asked with a sly smirk on his face.

"Why, I do not have the slightest idea," You reply, hoping that he wouldn't pressure.

"See, I don't know if I can accept that answer, Miss Sharma," Colin said. "It seems that their eyes have not left you since you walked into the room."

With that he left your side, only for one Anthony Bridgerton to step into his place.

"Evening, Miss Sharma."

"Viscount Bridgerton." You nod.

"How have you been?"

"I've been fine, my Lord," You quip. "How has your engagement been?"

He looked at you with a flash of hurt at the sudden mention of his engagement to your sister.

"How was the art session with my brother?" He said with a jealous undertone in his voice.

"It was wonderful. I learned a lot. A lot that some men can't teach." You walked away at the end of your sentence as you moved to the dance floor with Anthony.

The way his eyes looked at you with such passion and desire at the same time nearly dizzied you as his left hand came to rest on your waist and his right holding yours. His warm skin melted through the soft white fabric of your glove and you could feel his warmth through your gown.

Your bodies moved in waves of motion as you stared into each other's eyes, mapping out every hue of color as though this will be the last chance you would see each other. After all, this will be your last chance to see Viscount Anthony Bridgerton unwed. The last chance to be with Anthony Bridgerton. Your Anthony.

"Your gown is exquisite, Miss Sharma." Anthony moves to turn you so your back is pressed against his chest, his arm holding yours across your chest. His lips near your ear so you are the only one to hear, his warm breath fans over your exposed neck and the top of your chest as it rises and falls with the sheer excitement and nervousness that came to being this close with the Viscount, your lover in the darkest nights.

"Thank you," You said. "You don't look to bad yourself, My lord. "

"Anthony," He said. "I have told you to call me Anthony."

"My lord, I have only called you that in private." You began to become flustered with the memories of your night meetings before his engagement.

"You seem to be flustered," He says as he pulls you closer as the music stops, his lips directly beside your ear. "Tell me, do you still think of me when you are with my brother?"

You pull back quickly with surprise. You go to say something, anything but you can't seem to find the words.

"It's okay, darling. My brother is a worthy lover, however, I must make you remember who you belong to." He says before squeezing your dress to walk away to greet a man by his mother.

---

You sit in your room, looking out the window at the small lake outside. The night reminds you of when you first let Anthony touch you.

His skin against yours in the cool water as he moved his lips against yours in fever as he wanted to consume your every thought and replace it with him. The way he picked you up out of the water and laid you on that dock. The way he ravaged you with hunger and lust as he picked you apart and put you back together with pleasure being his glue.

Your hands start to wander up and down your body as you remembered the ways that he touched you, making you feel immense pleasure that you had never known until that night. You shake the thoughts away from your mind as it started to thunder outside, signaling a thunderstorm was about to hit. Just as a loud crash of thunder clapped, a small thud against your window sounded so much louder in the howling wind and rain. You open the window to find Anthony Bridgerton soaked head to toe in water. His hair was stuck to his face and his clothes were stuck to his body. He waved you down and you went.

"Have you gone mad?" You whisper shout.

"Mad? No. In love with you? Yes." He smiles.

"You don't mean that, My lord."

"But I do."

"You made me believe you loved me only for you to propose to Edwina. My sister!"

"I never meant to actually fall in love with you!" He yelled, hands coming to be thrown up in the air.

"So it's my fault that you love me? Is that what you are trying to tell me?"

"No! Yes! I don't know how I fell in love with you." He stared at you as the rain continued to pour around you. "I just know why I love you. Let me show you how much I love you."

"What about Edwina?"

"What of Edwina?" He asked, confused at the even mere mention of her. As if the mention of his fiancee was left a bad taste in his mouth. Not that she wasn't a lovely girl, but because she wasn't you.

"What has happened between you two?" You tremble at the thought of the two of them doing the things that you have done together.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked. "Nothing has happened."

"Have you kissed her?"

"No."

"Have you held her body close to yours?"

"No."

"Has she been given the same pleasures that you once gave me?"

"You are the only one that I have ever wanted to be with that way in a long time. I do not care for Edwina that way. When I told you that I only feel this way about you at the lake, I meant it." He said, moving to grab your hands to pull you closer to him.

His brown eyes bored into yours as he scanned your face for any resistance. He pressed his body against yours as he bent his head down to press light kisses on your neck.

"I desire you so deeply I feel it in my bones."

"I believe that may be the cold and the rain."

-----

You lead him into the house, quietly to not wake anyone, and held his hand as he followed behind you up the stairs. As he stared at you with want, you lead him to your bedroom. He helped you run a warm bath as the two of you had been in the rain for the last hour.

You step closer to him, hands coming up to cup his jaw as you pulled him down to you level and kissed his lips. He gasped at the chill of your lips which lead you to slipping your tongue inside his warm mouth. You moaned as your hands wandered his wet body and started to slip his waistcoat off his shoulders to reach his shirt. His own hands came up to start unbuttoned his shirt before you ultimately ripped it off him.

"I quite liked that shirt," he said with a smirk.

"I'll buy you a new one," You said as you unbuttoned his pants and stripped him bare before you.

Your hands came up and started to touch his body as he kissed you, removing your wet clothes for your body. The two of you laid in the tub as the warm water surrounded you both.

Your head on his chest and his chin on the top of your head gave the two of you the feeling of closeness that you needed.

"I love you," he whispered into your hair.

"I know. I love you too."

You turned to kiss his lips and hold him close to you. Your tongues move together as if they were dancing, in secret promises of love and lust. Your hands explore each other's wet bodies as you lay in the warm water. Anthony's chest tickles your back lightly and you can't help but sigh at the thought of being like this forever.

----

Anthony dried you in the white fluffy towel and wrapped you up before grasping your face to kiss your lips once more. His kiss was slow, exploring your mouth as though it would be the last time, not knowing if there would ever be another time he could touch you like this, to taste you like this.

His arms came to pull you flush against his bare body as his hands caressed every inch of your skin, wanting to memorize the feel of your skin underneath his hands, to feel your warmth radiating from you.

He walks you back to your bed, never breaking the kiss until he pulls away long enough to gently push you back so you fell onto the mattress softly, swiftly landing on top of you, connecting your mouths once more. It felt like your air was stolen right out of your lungs and your body set aflame. Your legs spread to allow him to lay in between them as his hands ran down your sides as he kisses your thoughts and air away from you.

Anthony's scent filled your nose as you breathed him in. His touch washed any thought away as his lips ventured down to your neck, kissing and sucking lightly, making you sigh in content as you felt Anthony's tongue gently soothed over any bites that he left as he moved down your body.

Quiet whispers of "You're so beautiful" and "I love you" slipped into the night as Anthony kissed down your stomach and met your hips. Brown eyes met yours as he looked at you for permission. You nodded for him to continue and you closed your eyes as you awaited the blissful pleasure of his mouth on you but it never came.

"Words," His eyes said. "I want to hear you say it."

"Anthony, please! I need you!" You moan as you try to grind your hips into his face.

"I love you," was all he said before he held eye contact as his mouth opened and his tongue touched your pussy. His lips came to your clit as he closed his eyes at the sweet taste of you. He moaned softly into your cunt as you gripped his hair with one hand and the other, the bed sheet. Your hips rolled against his mouth as he pleasured you. You noticed that the bed was moving slightly as you opened your eyes and saw that he was staring at you as he ground his hips into the mattress to relieve himself some of the pressure that was torturing his cock.

"Oh my Lord!" You nearly shout as you clasp a hand over your mouth to quiet yourself.

"Do not bring my title into this bed," He grunted against your body.

You moaned at the sheer feeling of his fingers slipping into your hole, stretching you for the later events with his dick. He looked at your with admiration as he played your body like a violin. Anthony slipped from your hips as he moved himself to rest his face above yours.

"So beautiful."

"Anthony," You gasped into his mouth, panting to catch your breath.

"Does this feel good?"

You moan as his fingers brush your g-spot before curling there and massaging it.

"It does feel good, doesn't it?" He smirked. "So pretty. My pretty girl."

"Anthony," You keen. Your stomach tightening. "Please."

"My sweet girl, you don't have to beg." He looked down at your soaked pussy. "Cum."

Your orgasm wracked through you as Anthony continued to finger you through it. Waves of pleasure washed over you as over stimulation started to set in.

"Anthony," You whine.

"One more."

His fingers sped up as his search for another orgasm from you became desperate.

"Such a good girl," He praised. "My good girl. Doing everything that I tell you. Thinking that she can just fuck my brother but look who has her now. Look at how good you are being for me."

Your back arches as you let out a moan and Anthony clasps a hand over your mouth to silent you. You cum once more before Anthony moves in between your legs once again to line himself up with your entrance.

"Gonna fill you up so good," He groaned as he sunk into you. "Gonna see you so full of me, going to be dripping me for days."

You groan as he starts slowly moving against your walls as you clamp down on him, slowing his movements even further.

"I want to feel you," You moan as your arms wrap around his shoulders and pull his weight on you. You hand goes to his hair and you gasp when he thrusts deeply.

"Oh, Anthony."

"Yes, moan my name. Forget my brother. Forget any other man but me. I am the one making you feel this good." He groans into your neck as he starts to pick up pace.

"Only you, Anthony," You moan, back arching off the bed and your hips rising to meet his. "Only you make me feel this good."

His lips find yours and swallows your loud moans, keeping them for himself and only him. His hips move faster as he starts to get near his release. His thumb moves to your clit and starts to circle it as he kisses your neck and move down to your breasts, sucking softly.

"So beautiful," He moaned. "My pretty girl."

Your orgasm hit you like a train and you bite down where his shoulder meets his neck, earning a hiss from Anthony as he moved over you quickly, jack-hammering into you, trying to reach his end. You hands pull at his hair and his lips find yours.

His warmth spills inside you, your eyes rolling back as you feel him fill you completely. He falls on top of you, trying to catch his breath. You look at him in the soft moon light shining from your window. The rain was still coming down hard outside.

"I love you," You whisper.

He turns to look at you, smiling at your words.

"I love you too."

You smile before sliding closer to kiss his lips. His arms come around your body and pull you closer to his body so your legs tangled together.

"I wish we could be like this forever," You sigh, drawing circles on his chest with your finger.

"I know, I know." He sighed as he relaxed against you. "I wish it wasn't like the way it is."

You turn to look at him with a frown.

"When do you need to be back home before one of my sisters find us?"

"I can leave in about an hour," He said, looking into your eyes before kissing you softly.

"I can work with that," You smile before turning over to sleep against his chest.

"I love you, Miss Sharma."

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You awoke with the other side of the bed cold. You turned over, hoping, wishing, that Anthony was still there. That he had chosen to stay, to risk being caught just so he could wake up next to you. You remember the feeling that you got when he used "Miss Sharma" rather than your name when he told you that he loved you. It was too vague for your liking. There were three "Miss Sharmas'." You sigh before getting up to start your day.

You look at his side and realize that there was a letter on your bedside table.

My Dearest, Miss Sharma

I awoke with a perplexed train of thought as I watched you blissfully sleep. I love you as deeply as the deepest parts of the oceans and even further than that. I wish there was a way for me to sleep in the same bed as you. To stay in the same home with you, to hold your love as close as I can until it was the only thing that I knew. I wish there were a way for me to undo everything that I gave done. I struggle with words compared to Benedict which on the subject of Ben, I give you my full permission to pursue him. Just because you can not find the happiness that you deserve with me, does not mean that my dear brother can not full fill that void that I have caused to be created in your soul.

I love you, Miss Sharma. How I wish I were able to say, "I love you, Mrs. Bridgerton. My viscountess." Perhaps in a different reality were I didn't propose to your sister, it would be you who I am marrying. Someone that I truly love despite that being everything I did not want when I was looking for a bride.

Yours true and with my deepest love,

A.B.

[erwinsvow]

rafe’s always touching you.

the first time he did it was on your first date—dinner at a fancy restaurant on the beach followed by a walk on the soft sand. he picks you up in his truck and you’re wearing something pretty and short, how you guessed he’d like. rafe keeps a firm, yet gentle grip on your thigh while he drives.

you wonder if it’s a little forward for a first date—because after all, it’s only been a week since you first met him at the beach, when he bought you a lemonade and talked to you like he already knew everything about you, before jj interrupted. 

rafe parks his truck and hops out while you pull down the mirror in his passenger seat so you can apply another layer of lip gloss. you haven’t even undone your seat belt when he swings around, opening the door for you. you smile at him sweetly, thinking about how he’s such a gentleman. another thought floats around your head—how wrong your friends were about him. 

he takes your hand into his to help you get down, and his other hand floats around your hip incase you stumble. holds onto your wrist while the two of you walk into the restaurant, presses his fingers into your shoulder after he finishes pushing in your seat for you. during dinner, you’re sure he’d find some other way to touch you if you weren’t already playing footsie with him under the table.

after dinner he takes you for ice cream and keeps his arm swung around your shoulder while the two of you walk around the beach, watching the sunset. when he kisses you, he puts both hands on your face, holding you between them while your lips are attached to his. 

maybe it is a little forward, but you never think about it again—that’s just how rafe is. warm to the touch, deeply possessive, he likes making sure everyone knows who you belong to. you don’t dwell on it much, in fact, you like it, more than you could have imagined.

he guides you with one hand on your lower back, moves you through the crowd at the country club. everyone gets out of the way when he’s walking by, anyways, but he likes to make sure you’re not getting pushed around by some drunk idiot or star-struck waiter. with him always by your side, you feel safer, protected, at peace. no one tries to bother you anymore, with annoying boys turning around the second they see who the arm around your back belongs to. you think even adults are treating you better, with the way the lady at the shop runs around trying to cater to you, the way the waiter at dinner dashes to get you another lemonade.

you feel bad, since it feels strange. you don’t want to be treated any differently. but with the way rafe spoils you and how nice everything with him is, you wonder if you could get used to this.

you accompany him to house parties, hand rubbing your back soothingly while he’s drinking a beer. you’re half asleep on his shoulder, not used to these types of kook parties where everyone is snorting powder off of glass and mirrors instead of smoking on the beach. one of his friends says something that you can barely understand in your sleepy state, but you see him gesturing at you and hear a laugh. it’s almost automatic—rafe’s touch gets harder by tenfold. he says something low and quiet. “why’re you even looking at her?”

“just a joke, rafe, take it easy-”

“get the fuck outta here before i put your head through the table, asshole.” 

you keep him company when he’s working, or at least doing whatever it is that he calls work with barry. you sit on the couch, legs sprawled across his lap and his hand on your ankle, fingers messing with the little anklet he got you—no R pendant matching the one around your neck but rather a pretty yellow stone, rafe’s birthstone. your nose is buried in your book, flipping through the pages when you hear something that catches your attention.

“you really wanna have this talk in front of your girl, country club?” 

you could try to be inconspicuous, but it wouldn’t work for a second. rafe would see right through you if you lied to him, and as a result, you’ve never even attempted to do so.

you lower your book so your eyes are visible, glancing between your boyfriend and barry. rafe turns to look at you, fingers still on your anklet. you worry he’ll break it with the way he plays with it. then he turns, pulling out headphones from his pocket and offering them to you. you look between the two boys one more time, wondering if you should say something. you ultimately decide against it.

you put them on and blast the music, going back to your book. you only look up one more time, when rafe is gripping your ankle so hard it hurts. you jerk your foot against him, making him loosen his touch. he rubs the skin he’s just bruised the rest of the time you’re there.

when the two of you are walking back to his truck, probably headed back to his place for the night, he brings you in for a hug the way always does, arm around your neck, pulling you close. he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“you were real good in there,” he murmurs against your hair. you’re a little confused, looking up at him for some clarity. 

“hm?”

“nothing, kid. get in the car.”

he drives you home, fingers tapping on your knee the whole drive. when you get to tannyhill, he doesn’t even let your feet hit the ground before scooping you into his arms like a bride, carrying you up to his bedroom. 

he holds your hair when you get on your knees in front of him. he grips your thighs when he eats you out. but you think your favorite touch from rafe is when you’re in his lap, your tits against his chest, his arms wrapped around your back, foreheads touching and lips glued together, when every part of you is touching every part of him. 

when the two of you are done, you collapse on the bed next to him. he moves your head so you’re laying on his chest, hand resting above his heart, legs tangled with his, fingers playing with each other.

yeah, you think in your fucked-out state. i could get use to this.

[clarkeyhill]

🔞on the down low | George Clarke

[You and George have been secretly hooking up and developing a liking for eachother, however nobody in the friendship group knew you were kind of dating in secret, until you all go on a night out and a flirtatious girl makes your jealous reach new limits, revealing your secrets]

You, George, Chris, Arthur hill all head to the bar, you'd planned this for a few weeks to work around all your schedules. You wore a skimpy red dress which hugged your body perfectly catching the eyes of a deprived George. As the boys enter in before you, George hangs back so he's behind you on entrance, "you look amazing" he whispers into your ear, you glance over your shoulder and look at him with a smile "softie" you say making your way inside.

You walk to the bar to order your drink, "a double lemon gin and lemonade please" you ask the bartender as you flick your hair over your shoulder, you all then make your way to the bar downstairs with a pool table as you were only expecting a quiet get together. You place your gin on the table as you rack up the balls to play a game of "killer", the game was to each take a shot, starting with 3 lives if you didn't pot a ball, you'd lose a life and so on. You take it in turns as you take the first shot, potting two balls on break you snigger to yourself "beat that" you say handing the cue to Chris, "you sure you're okay without a step stool mate?" George asks Chris, receiving a middle finger from him in response. You play a few games for around 1 hour, other people make their way down the stairs, a group of girls followed by a few boys. "Does anyone want a drink?" You ask, pointing to your empty glass, "yeah that'd be great, if you get this round I'll get the next" Arthur hill says, joining you to help you carry the drinks for you all. You both queue for a little while as you clutch 2 drinks each making your way down.

You get to the bottom of the stairs and see a girl basically perched on George's lap, your cheeks turn fiery as your body burns, trying to disguise the jealousy burning inside. You place his pint on the table "here George, your pint" you say sliding it over to him, the girl turns around "who's this?" The girl says, "oh me? Nobody" you say smiling, walking away and hoping the other boys whilst George continues to talk to the girl. Her face inches from him, her hand snaking her way onto his thigh. Your body burning so bad in anger, you decide to down your drink and head for another, ease your mind. "Y/n it's my-" Arthur tries to say but you shrug it off and make your way back to the bar. You order yourself 2 Guinness' this time, on attempts to uno reverse the jealousy onto George, asking Arthur to partake in a "split the g" game with you. You walk down once again "hey Arthur, fancy splitting my G?" You say with a smirk on your face, George still indulged in the girl, but his facial expression drops at your words. You glance over to see the girl basically undressing George with her eyes, "I would never pass that down" he says laughing, you both chug the Guinness seeing who could do it, you both place the glasses on the table to find out your surprise you'd both done it together. You cheer, seeing Arthur had a small Guinness taché, you decide to test the waters wiping it off his face with your thumb, you feel George's eyes burning into you.

"Oh thanks" Arthur says, "no problem, that was really fun!" You say to Arthur, "what the g splitting or whipping the foam off my face" he laughs, a look of menace washes over you "both" you say. The boys all look at you in shock, Chris laughs "get a room then!" He says patting Arthur on the back. You get up and go to stand outside for a bit of fresh air, your face still warm. You preached yourself on the railings outside as George not long follows after "care to explain what the fuck that was?" He asks you then to face him "who me? Or the girl basically dry humping your leg?" You retort "I was only talking to her, you were basically gagging for Arthur just then" he spits, "what if I was? Who's gonna stop me? We're a secret after all, not official" you brush past him on your way inside he grips yoir arm and pulls you back. "Two can play at that game" he challenges, a fire rushes over you George knowing it would send you over the top. He goes back into the bar and asks the girl for her number, she hands him her phone as he puts his number in, she calls it to confirm it's him, it is. "If I weren't with my friends, I'd of gone home with your right now" he says to her, making it loud enough for you all to hear.

"Cheers mate, get yourself off if we're that much of a burden" you bellow over to him, your face stone cold in expression. The girl looks at you with daggers "maybe he will, what's it to you?" She retorts, the boys look at you, George's face turns white at the thought of the chaos about to erupt, but excited for how pent up it makes you, your sexual connections are always better when you're both angry, it's a known fact. "Nothing sweetheart, if he really wanted to, he would have gone by now don't fool yourself thinking he's gonna call" you say coldly, crossing your leg. "Y/n just leave it" Arthur says hovering his hand over you in attempts to calm you down. The girl scoffs as she walks over to you "wanna take this outside?" She says arms crossed, you decide to retract, holding out your hand to look at your nails "see I would, but id rather not scuff my fresh set on a rugged face like yours" you say, lifting up from your seat. "Right that's enough now, y/n stop being insane" George says, grabbing the girl by the shoulder. Your eyes turn red you've had enough of the games now "funny you say that George, I swear you've told me I'm insane before but in different context" his eyes widen at your response and scrunches his nose on a bid for you to shush "oh yeah that's it, when you were 8 inches deep inside of me the other week, I was a different kind of insane then yeah?" You say, slamming your glass to the table as you storm off, barging past them both.

No response from anyone in utter shock from what you've just revealed as you storm out the club. You make your way up the street, face still burning from the tension "y/n!" A faint voice shouted, you turn round and it's Arthur "I'm fine Arthur I'm going home, tell Chris I said see ya" you carrying on walk off. You get round the corner from your flat and your phone rings.

"Geo🤎" is calling

You double tap the lock button and end the call, although you're mad you're craving the thought of taking the anger out with him. A ball of fire waiting to erupt, you unlock your door and throw your keys at the wall, kicking your heels off and slamming your bag down. You grab a bottle of wine out the fridge and start to drink from the bottle. Your mind racing, wondering if he went with her or if he went home. Your phone buzz's.

Geo🤎:"Let me in, now."

A message reads, you don't move, taking another sip of your wine when a pounding noise echoes on your door. You huff, storming over to the door to reveal George "I don't want you here, go find that girl" you say attempting to close the door in his face until he barges it in, making his way into your flat. He close the door as you step back, without hesitation he cups your face and locks your lips together; you a make no attempt to rebel him and it becomes fiery the roughness taking over as George kicks his shoes off, you start to unbuckle his jeans as you stay locked together by your lips. You pull apart and look at eachother for a minute "you being that jealous has drove me crazy, but I didn't mean to get your back up that bad" he says looking down at you with a smirk "if you don't want me acting like that then we need to stop this or put a label on it" you say. He nods but you forget about that for now, making your way over to your bedroom you push him onto your bed, straddling him to assert your dominance, you drug your nails into his chest enough to leave makes, trailing your way down to his boxers. "I want you to ruin me" he says, breath hitching, he slips his boxers down from underneath you as you sit up slightly.

He slides your thong to the side, the tip of his fingers brushing against your entrance, revealing how wet you already were "fuck your really do get aroused when angry" he says looking at you, with that you slowly slide him into you as you start riding him, his length becoming larger inside you each time sending shockwaves to his body, his hands gripping your waist tight digging his nails into the slightly, you make figure 8 motions which you know drives him insane his head jolts back as you don't let him come up for air, his toes curl signalling he's close. He decides to resist the urge and pushes you off him, pinning you down as he hovers over the top of you "for the record, I like this context of insane" he smirks, wasting no time as he abruptly throws into you sending your head backwards "fuck" you gasp gripping the sheets, his hand locks around your neck like a veiny necklace pushing a hard grip on your soft spots restricting your air ever so slightly, you bite your lip in satisfaction as he trails his thumb down to your entrance making the same figure 8 motions you did whilst still thrusting into you. You mind goes into overdrive as your legs start to quiver, the anger seeping out of you "you look so good underneath me" he says in a husky tone picking up the paste making you a little sore, his hand still gripped round your throat, you feel your climax approaching as you start to tighten around him "cum for me pretty girl" he says with a grin plastered on his face, his pet names for you send you insane. "Oh fuck George!" You exclaim as you reach your climax, you start panting as George pulls out. You legs weak as he looks at you "on your knees" he says with a devilish tone, you do as he says and place your self on your knees on the floor as he pumps himself into his hand, you stick your tongue out waiting for George to hit his climax "fuck" he grunts as he releases in your mouth, some going rouge and ending up on yoir cheeks. His head jolts back as he lets out a loud sigh of relief. You swallow as you wipe the rest off with your thumb. Sitting up from your knees you feel your neck throb as you walk into the bathroom to reveal the bright red marks and purple spots developing on them, you laugh as you go back into the bedroom to see George under your bedsheets awaiting you, patting the bed you slid into the quilt and lay on his chest.

"You're right, we should go official" he says pushing a strand behind your ear, still panting. You look up at him "really?" You say "yeah I think everyone already knows anyway, Chris and Arthur said something before I came to see you" he laughs, you giggle as you both slowly drop to sleep together.

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🫶🏻 (sorry for the brutality of this one I got too deep into it)

[apollosdaydreams]

Hello, can I request some smut of Lando Norris with rally driver reader??

Like something in the Monte Carlo rally after party or whatever you like 🤓

Lando Norris x driver!reader 

Warning: SMUT, MDNI, 18+ only, Unprotected sex- wrap it before you tap it.

Author's note: This is my first time writing smut, so sorry if it’s not good. I will try my best though!! And sorry I don't know much about Rally racing, so the rally part (and the drivers) will all be made up. I'm so sorry, so this will mainly focus on the after party!! Sorry for taking so long to get this uploaded, I was busy with the last two weeks in college and then finals and I finally had time to sit down and write. :) (Also in the mood board let's pretend she's not making lemonade.) 

The After, After, Party

The race went amazing, you were feeling like you were on top of the world. You are making history, as you are a female rally driver, making your childhood dreams come true and you have the most amazing, loving boyfriend ever. Lando Norris, a Formula 1 driver. Lando was able to come support you as he didn't have anything Formula 1 related. So here you both were in your hotel in Greece. Lando was standing in front of the mirror with just black boxers on, putting some hair product in. You were sitting criss-crossed on the counter in just a black lace thong and a matching black lace bra. You were also putting product in your hair. You weren't paying attention to Lando, as you were so focused on your hair that you didn't realize he was moving behind you until you felt his hands wrap around your waist. 

“You are so beautiful y/n.” He whispered into your ear while putting his chin on your shoulder. 

You turned a deep shade of red, “Shut up.”  You softly said while softly putting your hand on his face and pushing him away. You then grabbed for your small makeup bag, deciding you didn’t want to do much makeup. You just put on some mascara and highlighter. Once you got done doing your hair and makeup you walked over to your suitcase, as you were too lazy to unpack all of your stuff, and grabbed out some lighter wash jean shorts, a white tank top with one of Lando’s button up shirts that you had stolen from him, with your white converse. Tonight's party wasn't something you had to dress fancy for, but you also didn't want to show up looking like you had just rolled out of bed. 

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You have been at the party for a while now, Lando staying sober and having nothing to drink so he could drive you both back to the hotel. While you decided to have a couple drinks, just enough to get you tipsy. You were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, usually you were shy and you didn't show much PDA, but with some liquid courage you were dancing with Lando to the music. You were leaning back into Lando, grinding your hips back into his hands on your hips guiding your body to rock with the music. You leaned back your mouth now under his ear.

“Lando.” You breathed out.

“Yes love?” He asked while moving his hands up to your waist. 

“I need you.” You said, then moving your mouth to kiss under his jaw. You felt his hands move back to your hips and grip them harder. “Please.” You added.

He didn't say anything but took your hand and led you out the door, you saw your teammate, Filip and his best friend Patrick. You waved shyly at them as Lando led you out. 

“They are definitely going to fuck.” Filip turned to Patrick. 

“Oh for sure.” Patrick said while laughing. 

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Lando used your body to close the hotel door, his hands couldn't get off of you, one on your waist and one on your jaw. One of your hands was on his chest while the other was playing with his belt. 

“Jump.” He whispered out. You slightly jumped and he grabbed the bottom of your thighs, before he left the door he made sure it was locked and that the "Do not disturb” sign was still out, once he did that he brought you over to the bed and softly threw you on the bed. 

You laid on your back, breathing heavily, your heart rate was rapid. Lando then climbed on top of you, smiling slightly. 

“God.” He breathed out. “You are so beautiful y/n.” He said.

You blushed, and slightly hid your face in embarrassment. 

He grabbed your hands and put them above your head, “Don’t hide from me, love.” He whispered in your ear with a smirk. 

You blushed even harder, and Lando chuckled at that. You then wrapped your legs around his torso to bring him in closer to you. He then used one of his hands to grab your face, slowly making out with you. Moving his hips against yours. You moaned at the friction, wanting more you started to move your own hips. You then both quickly started to take off your clothes, wanting to be close to each other. After a few minutes of some slow kissing, and touching each other he had reached for your thong. He then quickly pulled your thong off, you have moved your hips up to get them off faster. He then went for your bra clasp quickly removing it and throwing it to where the rest of the clothes were. He was still left in his boxers. You didn't think that was fair though so you decided to speak up about it. 

“It's not fair.” You pouted. “I'm all naked and you still have your boxers on.” You said while playing with the band of boxers. He smiled at you and quickly threw his boxers off. His cock hitting his lower stomach, he then grabbed it and lined it up to your pussy. Moving it up and down to tease you before he finally pushed himself fully inside. You then gripped his back, making small crescent-like shapes on his muscular back. He then began moving at a slow pace, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

“Faster.” You breathed out.

He smiled, but followed your wishes, as he began to speed up the pace. He could feel you tighten around him making him groan, which made you clench him tighter and let out a moan. Your walls clenched against him, your breath hitching with his every thrust. He was pinning your squirming body down. When his breath hitched, his head slowly fell back in pleasure. 

“I'm going to cum-” He managed to get out. Your breath hitched, clenching his harder, your soft hands trailing up and down his back. When you felt him release in you, he gasped out. Moving his hand to your clit, to help you finish. 

Your body began to tremble in pleasure when you finally felt release. You gasped out, Lando still pumping in and out of you. When you softly hit his V-line, telling him that it was getting to much, so he softly pulled out, Both of you gasping at the lost of being so close to each other, Lando had a smug look on his face, looking down at your pussy, your cummed filled pussy. 

He then quickly left to run to the bathroom, he came back with a warm rag to start cleaning you. You gasped at the feeling on the rag on your sensitive pussy. 

“I'm sorry baby.” He said. “I’ll try to be fast.” He quickly responded. He slowly went faster, still wanting to be soft with you. “Its ok baby.” you whispered. He smiled down at you, he had left to put the soiled rag in the bathroom. He lightly hit your thigh. “Come on baby, you need to use the bathroom.” He told you. You sat up and got out of bed, holding on to Lando for support, once you got done in the bathroom you headed back to bed and layed down. Lando quickly followed, pulling your body close to his. It didn't take you long to fall asleep. Lando then looked down at your sleeping face and smiled. 

“I'm the luckiest guy on the planet.” He said while closing his eyes. 

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[hypnogold]

The Golden House

Thanks to everyone who helped me develop my stories over time, almost at 1000 followers right now. Trying to make some new story arcs, let me know if you want to see a part 2!

The warm summer breeze swept through the quiet suburban street as Matt and Tyler, two eager Boy Scouts, adjusted their backpacks. Their mission was simple: earn a few extra badges by helping neighbors with small tasks. Washing cars, mowing lawns, or carrying groceries—it didn’t matter.

They had already knocked on a handful of doors with varying success. Some neighbors were kind, offering lemonade even if they didn’t need help, while others dismissed them with a polite but firm “No, thank you.”

As they approached the next house, Matt nudged Tyler with his elbow. “Check it out. Fancy place, huh?”

The house stood out, its golden-trimmed windows glinting in the sunlight. The lawn was perfectly manicured, the driveway spotless.

“Think they’ll need help cleaning their car?” Tyler asked.

“Only one way to find out.” Matt grinned and knocked confidently on the door.

The door opened, revealing a tall man in his late twenties. His shiny metallic golden AC Milan soccer jersey shimmered in the sunlight, almost blinding. Beneath the jersey, he wore a crisp white button-up shirt and a red-and-black striped tie.

The man’s smile was warm, his voice calm. “Hello, boys. What can I do for you?”

“Hi, sir!” Matt said, his scout enthusiasm in full swing. “We’re offering to help out with small jobs around the neighborhood—washing cars, mowing lawns, stuff like that.”

The man tilted his head, considering them for a moment. “Small jobs, huh? Well, I do have a car in the garage that could use some attention. Why don’t you come in for a drink first? It’s hot out there.”

Matt hesitated, but Tyler, always the more trusting of the two, stepped forward. “That’s really kind of you, sir. Thanks!”

The man ushered them inside, closing the door quietly behind them.

The house’s interior was spotless, with golden accents everywhere—the trim on the furniture, the frames of the paintings, even the coasters on the coffee table. Matt and Tyler sat on the plush leather couch as the man disappeared into the kitchen.

“Dude, this place is crazy,” Matt whispered. “Look at all this gold stuff.”

Tyler shrugged. “Maybe he’s just really into the color. It’s not that weird.”

The man returned with two steaming mugs of tea. “Here you go, boys. A little refreshment before you get started.”

Matt hesitated but didn’t want to seem rude. He took a sip. The tea was surprisingly sweet, with a faint metallic aftertaste. Tyler gulped his down eagerly.

Within minutes, their eyelids grew heavy.

“I... I feel kind of... sleepy,” Matt murmured, his head lolling to the side.

Tyler tried to respond, but he was already slumped against the couch, unconscious.

Matt woke to the sound of faint humming. His vision blurred as he tried to take in his surroundings. He was no longer on the couch but seated in a large, comfortable chair. Across the room, Tyler sat in a similar chair, his eyes fixed on a large screen displaying a swirling golden spiral.

“Tyler?” Matt croaked, his voice groggy.

Tyler didn’t respond. His eyes were wide, unblinking, as the spiral reflected in them. A faint smile tugged at his lips.

“You’re awake,” the man’s voice came from behind Matt.

Matt tried to turn his head, but his body felt sluggish. He realized his wrists were gently restrained by golden bands. “What’s... what’s going on?”

The man stepped into view, his golden jersey gleaming under the soft light. “Relax, Matt. You’ve been chosen for something special. Something golden.”

“Let us go!” Matt struggled weakly against the restraints.

“You’ll feel better soon. Just like Tyler.” The man gestured to his friend, who now sat perfectly still, his smile serene. “He’s almost ready to join the team.”

The man placed a small device over Matt’s forehead, and the screen in front of him flickered to life, displaying the same hypnotic spiral.

“No... I won’t...” Matt’s protests faded as the spiral captured his gaze. The golden patterns seemed to pull him in, his thoughts growing quieter with every passing second.

The man’s voice became soothing, melodic. “You’re part of something greater now, Matt. The gold will guide you. It will make everything clear.”

The words sank into Matt’s mind, echoing endlessly. His body relaxed, his struggles ceasing.

Across the room, Tyler stood, his movements slow and deliberate. He turned to face Matt, now fully dressed in a shiny metallic golden AC Milan jersey. His expression was calm, his smile unwavering.

“Come on, bro,” Tyler said, his voice light and cheerful. “You’ll love it. Just let go.”

When Matt finally stood, his jersey gleamed as brightly as Tyler’s. The man stepped back, admiring his work.

“How do you feel, Matt?”

Matt’s lips curled into a serene smile. “I feel... golden.”

The man clapped his hands once, signaling their next task. “Good. You’re both ready to help spread the gold. We’ve got more recruits to find.”

The two boys laughed softly, their voices blending with the man’s as they stepped out of the house. The door closed quietly behind them, leaving the street as peaceful as it had been before.

But now, the Brotherhood had grown by two. And they weren’t stopping there.

[sashaisready]

This Must Be The Place: Chapter 1 - Home is where I want to be

Biker!Bucky x Femme Reader

Back at your beloved late grandmother's home to pack up her house, you have a run-in with the town's biker gang 'The Howling Commandos' and find yourself entangled with the metal armed President.

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Warnings for: death of a loved one, grief, angst (it gonna be angsty!), Bucky not always being a good guy.

You sighed heavily as you pulled up to the house in your beaten-up Mustang. Hard to believe you were back, but life certainly has a sense of humour.

You parked up and leaned against the driver’s door, looking up at your new home.

Well, old home.

Granny’s place.

Once the centre of your world – a place of home baked cookies and tyre swings, of blanket forts and climbed trees. Of carefully tended to scraped knees and long hugs on the couch in front of Granny’s favourite shows. Sitcom reruns and Murder She Wrote, more lemonade than you could ever feasibly drink.

You came to visit every summer and they were the best summers of your life. But of course, you got older. As you grew, you wanted to spend your summers with friends, to kiss boys and go to the diner with Stacey and Monique. Granny’s place would always hold a large piece of your heart, but you grew up. You looked back now with a sense of sadness, wishing you’d gone for one more summer. Maybe two.

Granny understood. She was always telling you to spread your wings and live. ‘Don’t tread water, Cub’, she’d tell you. ‘Go out there and enjoy yourself’.

And you did. Maybe a little too hard.

You stayed close with Granny despite the physical distance between you as you moved across the state for school. Plenty of phone calls and letters were shared, and she’d send you novelty postcards she found at gas stations and thought you’d find funny. You still had a pile stored in a shoebox, now shoved into your car’s trunk with all your other worldly possessions.

You still visited occasionally, always telling yourself you needed to come more – she needed someone to clear out the attic, to sort out her paperwork, fix the old fence. You should sort that. The town was nice enough, but the biker gang that owned the local dive bar and auto shop gave you a bad feeling. You’d hear the roar of their motorcycles late at night, feeling grateful that was Granny was safe on the outskirts of town.

A few months ago, just as you were looking at your calendar to arrange your next visit, she suffered a sudden, huge heart attack. The hospital staff told you on the phone that it was quick, mercifully. She was in front of the TV, sipping a cup of tea. It would’ve been exactly how she wanted to go, quick and comfortable in her castle. No long, drawn-out illness. No forgetting her own name or wasting away in a bed. She often told you her worst nightmare was to become a burden and forget the life she’d lived.

But you couldn’t shed the guilt that she died alone. If you’d been there…

Your parents meant well but weren’t particularly distraught. You and Granny were closer than anyone else in the family. Still, ever the pragmatists, they arranged the funeral and filed the paperwork while you pulled yourself together. Granny was organised enough to have a will, and even had a document in her bureau with details of her finances and who to contact for every possible loose end that might need tying up in the event of her death.

Despite your closeness, it was still a huge shock when you found out she’d left the house solely to you, and nobody else in the family. Her few savings were divided between her children and other grandchildren. But you got the house.

‘Cub’, read the note in the will. ‘You loved this place, so it’s yours. I don’t care what you do with it. You can sell up and use the proceeds to take a vacation for all I care. Buy a fancy car or a designer bag or even invest in something dumb. You can stay here and lay down roots. Whatever you want. It’s all yours. Just fix that damn fence before you do anything’.

Nobody in the family quibbled it. The property wasn’t worth much, and nobody wanted to sort through Granny’s things, so here you were. Still mourning, but trying to move forward.

You didn’t really have a plan. You weren’t exactly set up in life, even flailing, some might say. Flitting between bullshit jobs and bullshittier boyfriends. No real roots or ambitions. You decided to move in for a while and sort the house out. Maybe get a temp part time job in town to keep you afloat. At least you didn’t have to pay rent. Then you’d sort Granny’s things, give the place a lick of paint, fix the aforementioned damn fence, then you’d decide. But you’d probably sell up. I mean, what would keep you here?

*

You spent a few hours getting your own stuff moved in and sizing up the task ahead. Granny’s place was clean, spotless in fact, but she was a bit of a hoarder. There were endless Rubbermaid tubs of clothes and blankets, spices in the pantry older than you were, and cardboard boxes of seemingly every birthday and Christmas card she’d ever received.

You also weren’t prepared for the emotional impact. Every corner held a childhood memory, you could practically hear the radio she used to play as she cooked, smell whatever mouthwatering dish she’d be whipping up that day.

You channelled your energy into the work and made some calls. There was a Goodwill store in town and a women’s refuge a few miles away, and they were very keen to take some of Granny’s things off your hands. You made plans to do some drop-offs over the coming weeks. You arranged to have wifi installed and took some time getting utility bills moved into your name.

You sat at the dining room table with a glass of water, exhausted, when your phone buzzed with a text notification.

“Hey! Are you here? How about we catch up with drinks tonight?”

Wanda. The one person you knew in this town apart from Granny. You’d played together as kids and hung out every summer. As you got older, you stayed in touch on social media and would go for coffee when you visited Granny. You liked her a lot. She had reached out to you when Granny died (as apparently everyone knows everyone here) and you’d thanked her. You kept her updated with your plans with the move. She’d always stayed here in this town, getting serious with her boyfriend Vis and settling down.

Part of you wanted to keep your head down, but you knew you’d benefit from some company, especially Wanda’s. You didn’t want to be the weird recluse living in her dead grandmother’s house who only ventured outside to buy groceries. Besides, it would be nice to reconnect with her.

“Hey!”, you replied. “Sure am. Just getting comfortable. Okay, sure. I could use a drink. Where we going?”

She responded seconds later. “The Snake Pit. Yeah, I know it sounds scary but it’s okay, really! The Howling Commandos own it, but they’re cool when you get to know them. Vis and I will pick you up at 8?”

You sighed. Great. Drinking in some biker gang’s sleazy dive bar. This was your life now. Well, you’d had worse Saturday nights.

“Alright. See you then” you fired back before you could talk yourself out of it.

*

Wanda was right. The Snake Pit was okay. A little dark and dingy inside, but a more varied clientele than you’d expected. There was everyone from excitable college girls to the old geezers nursing a single bottle of Bud for over an hour. You had worked in bars; you knew the types well. It wasn’t the rowdy biker gang hangout you expected, but you guessed options are limited for drinkers when there’s only one drinking hole in town.

The bartender was a little all over the place, messing up a few orders and rushing to get everything done. He seemed to be serving people haphazardly with little regard for who was there first. Fine. Whatever.

Splayed across barstools and were the Howling Commandos themselves. All clad in heavy leather and denim, they joked and drank beer with each other while keeping a close eye on the customers. You got the impression they weren’t necessarily looking for trouble but wouldn’t hesitate to deal with it should some occur. A broad blonde with a thick beard seemed to be in charge, you could see in the way the others hovered around him that he held some sort of authority. They were quite intimidating in their matching kuttes and big boots, but you supposed that was the point.

The blonde man locked eyes with you and watched you, a mix of curiosity and wariness on his face. His eyes were blue and strong, the intensity of his glare causing you to turn away as you went back to nodding at the story Wanda was telling. You had a strange feeling of dread in your stomach, but maybe that was just the anxiety of being somewhere new.

“You wanna play pool?” she asked, nodding towards the corner.

There were a couple of pool tables and the back of the room, with a dartboard nailed to the wall not far from them.

“Sure,” you smiled as you stood up and grabbed your drink, “I’m a little rusty…it’s been a while”.

“Modesty I’m sure,” Vis grinned as they followed you over. “I bet you’re secretly a dark horse”.

You winked jokingly as the three of you laughed and moved towards the table. It was nice to catch up with them, you settled in so comfortably together that it was as if you did this every week.

As you set up the balls and chalked your cue, you felt the presence of a group moving behind you. The Commandos group had moved from the bar and headed to the dart board, jeering and laughing as they lined up to take their turn. A striking redhead, the sole woman in the group, was busting their balls about their darts ability (or lack thereof).

“Hey” you heard Wanda say softly as you moved around the table, and a few of them murmured greetings back at her.

They were being loud and obnoxious as they ragged on each other for their poor aim, and you suppressed an eyeroll as you leaned over the table to take your shot.

The laughter got louder as you pulled your cue back and aimed, they were practically shouting, you pushed your cue forward through your fingers and moved to the ball and-

Pain.

PAIN.

You flinched and your legs buckled as the cue clipped the ball and sent it flying in the wrong direction. You felt a pressure and a sting as your brain tried to catch up with what had happened. You could hear Wanda gasping and Vis talking to you calmly as another voice interrupted.

“Ohmygod…Ohmygodsorry…I didn’t…oh my god, FUCK” they said, the panic evident.

You turned and looked, to your horror, to discover one of the darts embedded in one of your ass cheeks. This surely couldn’t be happening??

As you turned back towards the panicking voice in front of you, it became immediately evident who was the perpetrator.

He was young, chocolate brown hair slicked back to reveal a baby face. Wide, horrified chestnut eyes stared at you. Despite the kutte and motorcycle boots, he looked like a scared little boy. Behind him stood members of the gang, some smirking, some rolling their eyes and nudging each other. They didn’t intervene, just enjoyed the show. You felt your face flush with mortification.

“What…what the fuck is wrong with you?” you spat, furious as well as in pain. You noticed the entire bar had stopped to watch. You gripped the dart but couldn’t quite build up the courage to pull it out.

“Are you stupid...?” you continued as he just stared at you, his mouth flapping like a fish as he tried and failed to explain himself.

Wanda said your name in a wary tone and Vis told you it was okay. Even through your angry haze you could tell they were nervous about where this was going.

“Hey…come on now,” said someone else. “You all shut up”.

The group quickly parted and quietened as the blonde man from earlier appeared in front of you. “Parker…” he sighed under his breath.

“Look…it was an accident, okay?” he told you sternly. “I’m sorry…look, I’m Steve, I’m the co-owner and-”

“I don’t care!” you hissed. “What the fuck kinda place are you running here?”

You knew you sounded shrill, but you were upset and embarrassed. And it hurt! You were half aware of the group suddenly tensing up, the atmosphere in the air shifting to something a bit darker.

The man raised a brow in annoyance and went to speak again when you suddenly yelped, feeling a hard sting in your bottom half and then an immediate loss of pressure.

Someone had yanked the dart out.

You turned, aghast, to a man who had suddenly appeared behind you.

“What the fu-,” you exclaimed as you looked at him.

Your words died on your tongue as you were greeted by the face of the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. Long, coffee-coloured waves of hair sat at his well-chiselled jawline. Big, broad shoulders stretched out a clinging white t-shirt beneath his kutte. He had a metal arm that moved robotically, but mostly you were caught in the depths of the cerulean pools of his eyes. The others all seemed to straighten up and go quiet in a way they hadn’t even done with Steve. This must be the other owner, then.

He smirked and waved the dart in front of you. “Fixed it”.

You furrowed your brows. “Ow…” you said monotonously.

“You want some ice for that or…?” he smiled a wide bright smile, and you did your best to ignore something igniting deep within you.

“It’s funny, is it?” you scowled. “I could sue for this…”

Could you? You didn’t know if you could. But you were too mad to stop.

The man sighed.

“Look…we’re sorry. Parker’s sorry. Steve’s sorry, and I, Bucky, am sorry,” he told you, his voice softening. “Parker can’t play darts for shit but he’s never been a safety hazard until now. It was bad luck. He sure as hell won’t be playing again. Now, how about we get you and your friends a round of drinks on the house to apologise? And if you still wanna stay after that, you can get as much beer and pool as you want – no charge.”

You looked at Parker who was still visibly panicking but not quite as much, then Steve who watched you curiously. Wanda and Vis were nodding effusively as if encouraging you to accept his offer. You were still angry but didn’t really want to piss off the local motorcycle gang on your first night here. You were grateful for this de-escalation, even if you were still mad. You could practically see the room start to relax again.

“Fine” you sighed with defeat, rubbing the sore spot on your backside. “But a warning you were about to do that would’ve been nice”.

He laughed, “Yeah…but I didn’t want you to freak out”.

Ugh. His laugh. His perfect laugh.

You rolled your eyes, annoyed that he was right, you would’ve freaked out if you’d known. You felt yourself mellowing, then became irritated at yourself for folding so easily for a handsome man. Habit of a lifetime, huh?

“Maybe you should still ask before getting that close to someone” you muttered.

“Point taken”.

He smiled with amusement and gestured you towards the bar and you followed, nodding to Wanda and Vis that you’d be right back. The rest of the bar’s patrons went back to their drinks and conversations as if nothing had happened. The darts game continued, with Parker noticeably sitting down away from anything sharp and pointy.

“He means well…he’s new at all this,” Bucky explained as he watched your eyes follow Parker. “He gets ahead of himself when they rile him up”.

“Well, your friends thought it was hilarious”.

“Trust me, they were laughing at him. Not at you. But yeah, it was kinda funny”.

You huffed and leaned on the bar, giving him a side eye and only replying with your drink order. Bucky signalled to the bartender who nodded and looked flustered as tried to speed up serving his customer.

“Your bartender sucks” you muttered.

“I mean he’s a little slow but-,”

“No. He sucks. Why is he doing a Guinness now? You pour a Guinness first and let it settle, do the rest of the drinks, then come back and top it off,” you explained as you pointed to the sloppily poured lager he’d put on the bar. “And does your customer want any beer with that foam?”

Bucky laughed again. “Well, okay. Point taken, Sugar. Are you saying you could do better?”

“Sure. A monkey could do better…”

He laughed again, turning to look at you as he smiled and watched you with curious eyes. “What did you say your name was again…?”

*

[https-harlow]

She's Totally Flirting With You

Summary- Jack gets hit on by a waitress, though he thinks she's just being nice, Paisley and Olive come to your defense to convince Jack she's flirting with him.

Jack had surprised you, Paisley, Olive, and Hayden with a family date, to a restaurant that the girls loved but was a little too fancy to take them to on a regular basis because even though they were pretty well-behaved, you didn’t want to accidentally become the family with misbehaving kids in a fancy restaurant.

You and Olive sat on one side of the booth, while Jack and Paisley sat on the other, Hayden sitting in a highchair on the side of the table. You could tell immediately that the waitress was flirting with Jack. 

“What can I get you to drink?” She asked Jack first, placing her hand on his shoulder. Jack placed his drink order before she turned her attention to the girls. “And what do you two princesses want?” 

“Daddy, can I get an orange soda?” Paisley asked, Jack nodded.

“Yeah, do you want the same thing Liv?” Jack asked.

“I want strawberry lemonade, please.” Olive said.

“And can we get water for both of them too?” Jack asked and she nodded. She took your drink order before turning her attention back to Jack.

“Anything else I can get you?”

“Can we go ahead and get a side of fries for the kids and let’s go ahead and get a second orange soda, she’ll want it as soon as she sees her sister have it,” Jack said and the waitress laughed.

“Of course, that’s so sweet that you’re thinking ahead,” She said, squeezing his shoulder. “I’ll be right back with all of that,” She let her hand linger on his shoulder as she walked away. The girls already going back to coloring.

“She’s totally flirting with you,” You said, and Jack laughed softly.

“No, she’s not, she’s just being nice.” Jack said, shrugging it off.

“If you want to call that just being nice, then okay,” You said sarcastically.

“She probably just knows who I am and doesn’t want to say something since I’m with family or something.”

She came back a few minutes later, placing all the drinks down, coming a minute later with the fries.

“I brought a couple extra plates, so they don’t have to share plates, I know I hated sharing when I was little, especially with my siblings,” She laughed softly. You and Jack split the fries between the girls, keeping a couple for Hayden, since he was eight months old you were letting him try different soft foods. “Neither of you look old enough to have three kids, are they all yours?” She asked, trying to make small talk.

“Yeah, they are all ours,” Jack answered, “We’ve been together for nine years, plenty of time to have a couple kids,” He joked.

“Do you guys know what you want to order?” She asked, her demeanor suddenly changing. You all placed your orders before she walked away again.

“Still going to tell me she’s not flirting with you?” You asked and Jack shrugged. “She literally has puppy dog eyes when she looks at you.”

“Well, maybe she’ll stop now that she knows we’re together.”

She came back a few minutes later to check on everything before checking on the table next to you.

“She needs to stop flirting with you Daddy.” Paisley said, loud enough for the waitress to hear. You smirked as you handed Hayden another fry.

“Do you even know what flirting is Paise?” Jack asked and she shook her head.

“No, but if Mommy doesn’t like it, then neither do I. You love Mommy not her,” She said.

“Well, you're right, I do love Mommy,” Jack said in agreement.

“She looks at you like Sadie does when you have food that she wants,” Olive said, taking a bite out of her fry. You and Jack couldn’t help but laugh at Olive’s comment.

“Where did you get that from?” You asked her.

“You say Sadie gives puppy dog eyes when Daddy has food, and you said that she’s giving Daddy puppy dog eyes,” Olive shrugged. Hayden started to get fussy in his highchair, so you took him out while you waited for your food.

“See, even the girls think she’s flirting.”

“Oh, they are just copying what they heard you say.”

“Maybe, but are you going to tell them she’s not and lie to them?” You teased and Jack fake gasped.

“Yeah Daddy, you can’t lie to us, that wouldn’t be nice,” Paisley said.

“Am I being ganged up on by my wife and daughters?” Jack said sarcastically.

“Maybe,” You smirked. “Even Hayden’s on my side, huh?” You asked Hayden and he giggled.

“Okay, okay, maybe I was wrong,” Jack said. “God, I’m screwed when they are teenagers, aren’t I?” 

“You’re the one who wanted eight daughters,” You teased.

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[pixiesfz]

kyra cooney-cross x reader

plot: you and Kyra used to be best friends and now she's on top of the world and you feel like you're falling behind.

warning: angst, swearing, idk

You sat at the restaurant with a menu in front of you as another waiter came to ask for your order "I'm just waiting for someone" You smiled politely but they just nodded their head and walked away.

You checked your phone again it was 8:30, you had both agreed on 8:00, all those years ago, every Friday. She was hardly ever late. Well that was until after the world cup.

She had thrived and you watched on the sidelines almost every match, she gained attention and you loved that for her, you were even the first person to go to her apartment to congratulate her on her signing with Arsenal.

But now she was busy and even more popular with the fans, you wanted to be so happy for her but it pulled her away from you so you never fought it, you only texted her a couple of times with congratulations and the conversations never lasted long. But you always had your Friday night 'dates' your other friends called them.

It was no secret that the two of you had some feelings towards another and your flat mates bullied you for it non stop. You realized you liked the girl when she got the call up to be in the senior squad for Matildas. She was so happy and her dream had finally come true.

You had a feeling she liked you too but you never acted on it, you were always scared whenever the opportunity came up.

You regrated never telling her because maybe then she would be sitting in front of you right now looking at the menu over and over even when you knew she would just settle with a classic margarita pizza and a sprite lemonade. She wasn't to fancy.

It had been 45 minutes now and you had lost your hope, she wasn't coming and she didn't even send you a text. You felt embarrassed as you sat up and paid for your drink as you had told the workers you were waiting for someone and now you were walking out alone.

It was when you turned the corner of the street you saw the girl you had been waiting for in a frantic state almost running to the restaurant.

"Y/N!" she called out as you walked past her "you were late" you told her, not changing your pace. You felt her go to your side again "Y/N I'm so sorry-"

You breathed in before turning to her "you didn't even bother to text!" Kyra looked down to the floor giving you an opportunity to talk again "where even were you?" you questioned and she was silent again "I forgot" she mumbled and you took a step back.

How could she forget.

For three years you've been doing this. What could have been so adamant on her mind that she forgot that she was supposed to see you.

"Or did you forget about me?"

Your question struck something in Kyra "No I could never-" "No I'm serious" you told her "I'm happy for you I really am but I feel like I'm just something that you're leaving behind, we don't talk as much, we haven't facetimes each other in god knows how long" you ranted

"I'm sorry" Kyra said looking at you but you shook your head "I know 'm not your girlfriend or anything, but I don't want to be another ex friend" you started "we've been through too much for that" you told her before walking away and to your car and driving off.

When you woke up the next morning you didn't know how to feel, did you just fuck up everything? You looked to your phone to maybe see a message from Kyra but instead you saw one from Steph, Kyra's team mate from Arsenal and the Tillies.

Steph: Hey do you know what's wrong with Kyra she seems weird today

Fuck. You ruffled your hair between your fingers and ignored the feeling in your stomach

Y/N: Yep I have a feeling, I'll come over after training.

You didn't want Kyra to feel like this even though it was what she made you feel for weeks on end, but you couldn't give up on her, you couldn't give up on the both of you.

It was late when you finally had the courage to drive to Steph's house where Kyra had been staying before she found an apartment near training. It was dark and the stars were in the sky.

When you knocked on the door Steph was quick to greet you "hey Y/N" she smiled and let you in "hey Steph" you sheepishly smiled as you walked in "Kyra's in the guest bedroom, been stuck in their since training" she sighed and turned to you "you're the only person that I've seen her be so happy with" she pointed out "sorry if I interrupted-" "your fine Steph" you waved her off before breathing in "I'll go talk to her" you nodded before making your way into the guest bedroom.

You hesitated before knocking on the door but did anyway "I'll have dinner later Steph" she called back "It's not Steph" you replied back and Kyra was quick to open the door after hearing your voice "hey Y/N/N" she whispered "Hey Ky" you smiled before letting yourself in and closing the door behind you.

"Steph texted me, said you weren't yourself" you admitted and Kyra nodded "I can't believe I forgot" she told you and you nodded "to be fair I distanced myself a little bit, I didn't want to invite myself to everything whilst you adventured with Arsenal" you shrugged and she looked up at you "I noticed the distance" she told you "I thought you started seeing someone or something"

You laughed "me" you pointed at yourself "never" you shook your head and the girl laughed a little as you sat next to her on the bed. You both of you stayed on the bed in silence before Kyra spoke up

"I didn't just forget yesterday I went out" she admitted and you nodded, it didn't really change anything "with the team?" you asked and she nodded "It started with the team then I got stuck in a conversation with a fan"

"was she cute?" you teased and she laughed "Nah you're cuter" she teased back and you both blushed "what did you talk about?" you asked "Football, my career, treating me better than I had at other clubs, treating me like I was somebody"

"Your getting a fan base Kyra, you play for the Arsenal" you poked her shoulder as she leaned back and came back and leaned her head on your shoulder.

"I wonder if she would've talked to me if I wasn't somebody?" she wondered "I would've" you smiled and Kyra looked up at you.

You just kept your smile as she looked at you "I've always been your biggest supporter" you reminded her "I know" she smiled "and I plan to stay" you shot your eyebrows at her and she nodded "I'd like that...a lot" she laughed and looked back down to her legs.

"Can you stay tonight?" she asked sheepishly and you nodded "of course" you stated and gave her a kiss on the forehead that lingered "always" you said as you walked over to the door "Imma ask Steph though"

"Y/N your making this seem like a sleepover in high school" Kyra laughed and you shrugged "oh well the most eventful stuff happens at high school sleepovers" you said and walked out to Steph, leaving a blushing Kyra behind.

When you came back Kya was pulling out pajama's for you which consisted of her Matilda's jersey and old pajama shorts which you laughed at. "You just wanna see your name on my back" you smiled as Kyra shrugged and just jumped on the bed, you following once you got changed.

Once you got comfortable Kyra turned to you "When I asked you if you were seeing anyone you said never" she stated "what did that mean?" she asked and you looked at her "I'm not sure I guess..." you trailed off "I just had a crush on someone and just never got over it" you said quietly before moving closer to Kyra who subconsciously did the same "what about you?" you asked even more quiet as Kyra's eyes were set on your lips "same thing" she said before leaning down and giving a slight peck on your lips but not leaving as your foreheads stayed together, nothing was said before you leaned i again and kissed her back, it was nice as your lips just felt like they were made for you, when you pulled back you both smiled.

"Yeah I'm not going anywhere" you laughed.

[plumbaleena]

Spice Up Your Sim's Calendar with Custom Seasonal Activities!

The Sims is boring AF right? Well, we have to always come up with creative ideas to make this game more interesting and THANKFULLY there are many mods to help us with that! However, you don't always have to have mods to make the game a little more fun, and here's one example of that! Calendar ideas!

🌼 S P R I N G

Calendar day ideas /

🌼 Egg hunt day / set up your calendar to have the cute little bouncy flower bunny come and celebrate while colorful eggs pop up around your home! Take spring pictures, dress in matching outfits and have a picnic outside!

T r a d i t i o n s / Egg hunt, flower bunny

🌼 Spring break / Take a week off with your family to go on a vacation, maybe to the beach, or even the woods for memories to last a lifetime.

T r a d i t i o n s / Go on a vacation or travel

🌼 Spring cleaning / Take time to clean your house, move some things around, get rid of things. Start fresh!

T r a d i t i o n s / Cleaning

🌼 Earth day / Plant some flowers, herbs or vegetables, tend to your garden, pick up trash and maybe go help someone else with their garden too.

T r a d i t i o n s / Gardening, cleaning

🌼 April fool's / Do mischief and silly things to other sims, maybe prank some toilets or buzz some hands, who knows maybe you'll find something about mischief that tickles your fancy.

T r a d i t i o n s / Mischief spirit

🌼 Mother's day / Have your littles make spring crafts for mom, help to make her breakfast, or serve up some tea or lemonade. Head over to her house for a visit if you're on your own and spend the day together maybe even go to the spa!

T r a d i t i o n s / Give flowers, give gifts, tell stories, thankful spirit

🌼 Spring fling/dance / Take your sims to a spring formal where you can dance the night away (preferably not the cowpoke) and dress in light pastels for sweet matching photos.

T r a d i t i o n s / Party spirit, art & music spirit

🌼 Flower festival / Head on over to a flower field, and give flowers to those you hold dear. Spend the day outside enjoying nature or putting a flower crown in your hair and soak in the sun while you take a stroll.

T r a d i t i o n s / Give flowers

🌼 Love/Valentine's day / Take your loved one on a date to a romantic spot you wouldn't normally go. Make sure to enjoy each other's company and no phones allowed! Slow dance under the moonlight, or steal a kiss under the stars. Don't have someone? Make it a gal/palentines day instead! Enjoy spending time with your favorite friends watching movies, having popcorn or even indulging in a pillow fight.

T r a d i t i o n s / Go on a date, [or if single, invite guests], romantic spirit, watch romantic tv

🌼 Daddy/Daughter dance / Take your little princess to a dance she'll never forget. Dress up in matching colors and treat her like she's the queen for the day! Take lots of pictures to forever remember that special day.

T r a d i t i o n s / Art & music spirit

🌴 S U M M E R

Calendar day ideas /

🌴 Father's day / Celebrate good old dad with some summer crafts, a bbq, and a hang out by the pool. Toss a football around, maybe kick back a few EAPA's and have a day to remember with your pops.

T r a d i t i o n s / Bar-B-Que, drinking, give gifts, tell stories, thankful spirit

🌴 Summer vacation / Take a week off with the family to the beach and celebrate the summer while the kids are out of school and enjoy times in the sand, swimming in the ocean, and even catching some fish!

T r a d i t i o n s / Go on a vacation or travel

🌴 Slip 'n Slide day / Take the fun of the sun outside and enjoy a day full of water! Head over to the water park in San Sequoia, or bring it home with a splash pad and water balloons. Spend all day in your bathing suit and maybe even...streak?

T r a d i t i o n s / Water fun, streak? ;)

🌴 Sulani/festival day / Find out when your local festivals are happening for Sulani and/or Mt. Komorebi and visit them on these days to celebrate the culture of the world. You won't want to miss the turtle hatching or festival of lights!

T r a d i t i o n s / Go on a vacation or travel, fireworks

🌴 Summer camp / Have your kids head off to "summer camp" where they can go somewhere off the lot for a week or two and enjoy what it feels like when they're in school! Create a camp for them to attend and bring them back into the house after a week or two, unless they're homesick. Then bring them back sooner.

T r a d i t i o n s / Go on a vacation or travel

🌴 Family camping trip / Head off to Granite Falls and enjoy camping with the family. Really rough it together and only bring tents, bug spray, and some food and water. See who lasts the longest without a comfy bed.

T r a d i t i o n s / Go on a vacation or travel

🌴 Simchella/Music fest / Enjoy Simchella for your sims to head to a music festival in Oasis Springs and have the time of their lives!

T r a d i t i o n s / Art & music spirit, drinking

🎃 F A L L

Calendar day ideas /

🎃 Neighborhood potluck / Throw a party and have your neighbors bring food to share for a neighborhood potluck. Share stories, drinks, and company as the leaves start to change for the season.

T r a d i t i o n s / Invite guests, tell stories, party spirit

🎃 Trick or treating / Bring your littles to a special trick or treat neighborhood where you can enjoy candy and perfect spots for pictures!

T r a d i t i o n s / Spooky spirit, trick or treat, wear costumes

🎃 Day of the dead / Make your departed loved one's favorite foods, dance to their favorite music, talk about them with family members and enjoy the memories you had with them. If you can go visit them, bring a candle or a small token to put at their resting place in remembrance.

T r a d i t i o n s / Remembrance

🎃 Family pumpkin carving / Invite family and friends over to sip cider and carve pumpkins! Set up stations and have a contest, and when they're all done display them at the front door for all of the welcome wagon to see.

T r a d i t i o n s / Invite guests, spooky spirit, sports tv

🎃 Visiting the pumpkin patch / A perfect place to go and take pictures, pick the perfect pumpkin, and enjoy the crisp weather is at a pumpkin patch! Visit the local pumpkin patch for all of this, and more.

T r a d i t i o n s / Go on a vacation or travel, thankful spirit

🎃 Bonfire night / Have a giant bonfire for all of your friends to celebrate the last of warm and longer nights. Enjoy drinks, roasting marshmallows and singing songs while reminiscing about how fast time goes by.

T r a d i t i o n s / Fire, tell stories, thankful spirit

❄️ W I N T E R

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❄️ Welcoming Winter / This day is when there's the first snow! Head outside, build a snowman, make a snow angel, bake a warm pie, or stay inside and cozy up by the fire and read a book. Nothing is more special than welcoming winter.

T r a d i t i o n s / Baking, fire, festive spirit

❄️ Winter holiday / Take a vacation to Mt. Komorebi and enjoy the slopes where you can try skiing or snowboarding for the first time! If you're not feeling adventurous head over to the bathhouse and steam up in the sauna.

T r a d i t i o n s / Go on a vacation or travel, festive spirit

❄️ Winterfest Eve / Celebrate with the family the day before Winterfest. Have a special dinner, sing songs, maybe open a present or two, and have a great evening. Dress in red and green for beautiful pictures!

T r a d i t i o n s / Attend a holiday ceremony, festive lighting, festive spirit, give gifts, grand meal, invite guests, open presents

❄️ Present wrapping/buying / Take a day to go and buy gifts for your loved ones, and make sure you take the time to get something for each person as everyone is unique! Think about checking plopsy, or maybe your little one wants the latest gaming console!

T r a d i t i o n s / Festive spirit

❄️ Go see the giant tree and ice skate / Winterfest is never complete without visiting an ice skating rink or sipping on some hot cocoa while it snows. Take a day to go and see the beautiful Winterfest trees and ice skate to capture the true magic of the season.

T r a d i t i o n s / Festive spirit

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[meikadonnelly]

|| nikki sixx ||

nikki sixx x fem!reader

angst

you run into an old friend…

warnings : arguing, swearing, yelling, crying, smoking, implied alcohol consumption.

(may have a part 2? let me know how you guys feel about it).

You had moved from Seattle to LA only a few weeks ago, and between finding a job and unpacking, you hadn’t really had the chance to do anything fun like you expected.

Until now.

You’d gotten a job as a waitress/bartender at one of the many bars on Sunset Strip boulevard and had gotten to know a few of the other girls who worked there. One of them, Kylie, had asked if you wanted to go out, and naturally, you nodded your head and agreed.

So here you were, walking into the Whiskey A-Go-Go, all dolled up in your usual fishnets and leather, with three women you’d only known for a week.

The room was buzzing. Music coming from every corner, glasses clinking together behind the bar, and laughter filling your ears. Of course you had heard of this place. It was the biggest competition of the bar you worked at. It was known for hosting some pretty popular bands and every wannabe was trying to get a gig there, but you never thought it would be so popular that you had to turn sideways and shimmy in between people just to look for a booth. Luckily, Kylie managed to utilise her friendliness… and lack of clothing, to convince a couple of guys out of one.

You’d sat down in the booth across from Kylie, one leg crossed over the other, and your small, black purse sitting on the table in front of you before a waitress came over with a notepad and a black drinks tray tucked under her arm.

“What can I get for you girls?” she had asked with an over exaggerated, red-lipped smile.

Turns out, we all drink the same thing. Vodka and lemonade.

“I’ll bring those out,” the waitress had said politely before stepping away, letting the view of the bar reappear in front of you.

And that’s when you saw him.

Which brings us to now.

You stare at the booth across the room. You recognise the face instantly. It’s him. He’s sitting right there, talking and laughing with a few other guys, similar to him, like it’s just another saturday night.

Which it is.

To everyone else in the world.

But for you?

This is the night everything comes crashing down.

“Holy shit.” You mutter quietly which makes Kylie look at you, who due to the fact that she’s sitting in front if you, can see the look on your face.

“You alright?” She asks which snaps you out of your daze. You nod and take a deep breath, regaining your composure. She nods and looks back to the others who are discussing their recent sexual relations. After the attention is away from you, you glance back towards him, but this time, to your utter disbelief, he’s looking back at you.

You hold his gaze for what feels like 10 minutes before tearing your eyes away so that you can grab your purse and slip out of the booth.

“Just going for a cigarette,” you tell the girls, which seems to convince them enough, so you push your way back through the crowd and onto the sidewalk outside the bar. You look around to see a few other people standing around so you walk a little further along before stopping and leaning back on the cold brick exterior of the building.

You reach into your purse and grab a cigarette from its cardboard pack as well as your shiny silver lighter. You quickly spark it up, close your eyes and take a long, almost peaceful drag from it.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

Well that didn’t last long.

You open your eyes and look briefly at the familiar yet stranger-like man standing next to you, watching you with his hands in the pockets of a black leather jacket.

“Hi Frank,” you finally mutter before blowing out a large amount of smoke from between your lips.

“It’s Nikki now.”

Right. He did mention that in senior year.

You nod while you tap your cigarette and watch as the loose ash falls onto the grey pavement. Despite the sound of the usual nightly bustle, music and occasional whistle of a cat-caller in the distance, the silence is thick. You’re still leaned back on the brick wall, holding your cigarette between your index and middle fingers, while Nikki’s rocking back and forth on his feet, his body facing you, but his head turned to look out onto the street.

“What’re you doing in LA?” The silence is broken by his voice once again. A feeling of relief shoots through your veins, but it’s soon followed by an awkward nervousness when you realise you need to answer him. And that he’s now staring two burning holes into the side of your head.

“I moved here about 3 weeks ago.” You finally respond, still looking forward as you watch the busy street before you, avoiding any possible eye contact.

“Oh,” he says quietly. “Cool.”

You nod and take another drag of your cigarette.

“You always wanted to move here,” he speaks again, breaking the short silence once again.

“I did,” you say plainly before blowing the smoke back out into the cool night air.

“I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks.”

These damn silences.

“You working?”

“Bar down the street, you?”

“In a band.”

Surprise surprise.

“Got any plans now that you’ve moved?”

“Not really.”

“Oh.”

He stays quiet for a while this time, seeming to be unsure of what to say. He keeps rocking back and forth while tapping his foot on the pavement every once in a while, but he doesn’t speak or make an attempt to leave.

“Why’d you follow me out here?” You ask, not looking in his direction, your voice still plain and short. He looks down for a second before finally shifting his gaze to the side of your face in which he can see.

“I saw you in there and wanted to say hey,” he responds softly. You nod and look down at the cigarette in your hand as it burns further and further towards the end of it’s purpose.

“So why did you move to LA?” he asks. You take a drag from your now small cigarette and look down the street in the opposite direction for a second before looking back down at the small roll of tobacco in your hand.

“Like you said, I always wanted to,” you reply quietly. “Thought I’d finally do it.”

He watches you, noticing how you’re looking everywhere but at him.

“You alright?”

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t seem fine.”

“Well I am.”

He keeps looking at you, a slight frown on his face as his green eyes study you carefully.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Alright.”

An attempt to cut the conversation off by being short. You continue to look forward while you bring your cigarette up to your lips, taking one more long drag from it and dropping it on the ground, squishing it with your foot.

You stand there, looking down at the squished cigarette for a few seconds before reaching back into your purse and grabbing another one. You put it between your lips and your hand quickly dives back into the small bag to grab your lighter, which you click open and guide to the end of the fresh cancer stick. Between the action of grabbing your lighter and the action of holding it to your cigarette, you drift your gaze towards where nikki was.

Please be gone.

Nope, still there.

You focus on lighting up and flick your lighter a couple of times, like usual. You watch it spark and flicker in front of your face yet it doesn’t catch so you flick it a few more times but still, nothing.

“Piece of shit,” you mutter under your breath, the words muffled while the cigarette is still held between your lips.

“I have a lighter.”

You look over at Nikki, still standing there, looking at you while you look down.

“I don’t need your help,” you say, maybe a little harsher than you were meaning to, but still, it got the point across. He frowns slightly when you sigh and step over to the dumpster around the corner of the building and throw your lighter inside.

As you close the large black lid, you hear a voice behind you.

“Need a light?”

You look at the man standing before you as you turn around. Must be around your age. “Just noticed you were throwing one away, thought you might need one.”

You smile as he holds out a lighter, similar to the one you just threw out, and take it from his hand. You light your cigarette up and hand it back to him as you take a short drag.

“Thank you,” you say gently.

“Any time,” he replies, slipping the lighter back into his pocket. “I’m Jamie.”

You look down at his outstretched hand offering a handshake.

“And she’s not interested.”

You turn around to see Nikki standing next to you, staring at Jamie. You follow his gaze and see that Jamie’s now gone.

“What the fuck Nikki?” You snap, turning to face him.

“You just shrugged me off,” he mutters, his gaze drifting to yours. You cross your arms.

“No I didn’t.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not.”

“I know when you are.”

“You know nothing about me,” you say loudly. He frowns a little as he stares down at you. “I haven’t seen you in what? Five years? A lot has changed since then so don’t you dare say you know me at all.”

He stares at you while he creates a crinkle between his dark eyebrows as he frowns more, his expression a mix of confusion, hurt and anger.

“I knew you for a long time, people don’t just change,” he defends.

“So your new look isn’t change?” you question with one of your brows raised as your eyes drift down his figure and back up again. “Your new lifestyle isn’t change?”

“Don’t push this back on me.”

“You started this, and since you claim to know me so well, you should know that i’m clearly not interested in talking to you.”

He shakes his head and glances around as he runs his tongue over his teeth.

“What? Got nothing to say?” you ask harshly, which makes him look back at you. You wait for him to speak but he just looks down his nose at you silently.

“Didn’t think so,” you say. You look down at your forgotten cigarette and see that it’s pretty much gone, so you drop it on the ground and squash it. You reach and zip your little purse up completely and adjust it on your shoulder before walking away from him and back into the bar.

Two days later.

You look around at the mostly empty bar in which you work at, while you dry a few glasses with a towel on your hand. Apart from the usuals that like to come in before the nightly chaos, no one would ever come into the bar before 7pm, hence the level of noise in the room.

You look down at your watch briefly as you feel it tick against your skin.

5:23.

“Some guy asked me about you the other night.”

You look to your right to see Kylie also drying some glasses next to you.

“What guy?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Tall, dark hair, comes in here sometimes actually.” She replies, glancing around the bar.

“What did he ask?”

“He just made conversation at first, but then he asked if I could give him your number.” You look at her.

“Did you?”

She shakes her head. “Not my place to give out your number to strangers.”

You nod and look back down to your glass.

“I just lied and told him we only work together so I don’t have your number.”

You think for a second before speaking again.

“Didn’t you say he comes here sometimes?” you ask.

“Yeah why?”

“He knows we work together, and he knows you work here,” you say.

“And?” she questions.

“He’s gonna figure out that I work here too Kylie.”

Kylie pauses what she’s doing and looks at you.

“Oh,” she says quietly. “Shit, sorry.” You tilt your head slightly and give her a small smile.

“You were just trying to be a good friend,” you say softly. “Don’t worry about it.”

“You sure?” she asks and you nod.

“Positive.”

She smiles and looks back down to what she’s doing.

“Was he at least cute?” you ask, a slight teasing tone hidden in your voice. She giggles a little.

“Oh yeah, he’s a looker, that’s for sure.”

Ding ding.

You turn your head towards the door of the bar which the bell had rung from and see a tall, solo figure walking in.

“Speak of the devil,” Kylie mutters with a smirk on her face.

“That’s the guy?” you whisper yell in question, turning your head to look at her. She looks back at you with an eyebrow raised.

“You don’t think he’s cute?” she asks quietly, almost in disbelief to which you roll your eyes. She speaks again.

“I don’t know why, but I feel like I’m very much out of the loop now and it’s making me uncomfortable.”

You give her a look and she puts her hands up in defence.

“Just saying,” she adds.

“I know him,” you tell her quietly. “Well, I used to.”

“What? How?”

“Long story.”

“Hey Kylie.”

You turn your head to see that Nikki is now standing on the other side of the bar, looking at her.

“Nikki,” she says, putting on her customer service voice with a small nod and a smile. He returns the smile before shifting his gaze to you. You look back at him, the silence dragging on long enough for anyone with half a brain to notice. Kylie nudges you gently.

“I think you’re due for a break,” she says, a knowing look in her eyes. You look at her.

Bitch.

“I think I should stay here and help you.”

She raises her eyebrow again before looking around the mostly empty bar. You take a deep breath.

“Fine,” you say, throwing the towel onto the counter in front of you. You step back, untie your apron and put it on the shelf under the bar before walking out from behind it. Nikki looks at you.

“Can we talk?” he asks softly. You glance back at Kylie who’s serving a customer. “Please?” he adds on which makes you look at him again and you eventually nod before walking outside.

You both get outside and walk around the corner into the parking lot behind the building. You turn and look at him, waiting for him to speak. He folds his arms across his chest as he tries to think of how to start to conversation, his gaze jumping from spot to spot nervously. You glance to your left at the small parking lot which is still mostly empty as you fold your own arms in front of you before taking a deep breath.

“What’d you wanna talk about?” you ask plainly. Not in a rude way, but enough to show him you weren’t thrilled to be in his presence, which he probably already knew.

“You know what I want to talk about,” he replies quietly, a slight edge to his voice as he looks at you to find you still gazing out at the parking lot. “I just don’t know how to start the conversation.”

Clearly.

You let your shoulders slump a little as you sigh quietly, the sound barely loud enough for you to hear, let alone him. He stays quiet, thinking about how to approach the subject that’s on both of your minds.

“It’s been 5 years,” you say, breaking the silence and looking at him. “5 years and not once have you reached out.”

He looks back at you, his heart beating out of his chest.

“I know,” he says quietly, his voice vulnerable as his eyes drift to the concrete under his feet. “I never meant for that to happen.”

“You travelled from Seattle to LA and never came across a payphone?” You ask, your voice a little higher from frustration which makes him look at you again with a frown.

“You think I just forgot about you?” he questions. “You think that once I left Seattle, I didn’t think about you?”

You shrug and shake your head. “I don’t know but it sure felt like it.”

He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “I wouldn’t have left if I didn’t have to. I couldn’t stay with my mother any longer.”

“I know that, but you left without a warning,” you argue. “You just came, said you were leaving and that was that.”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“But you did.”

He keeps looking at you, a frown still present on his face.

“You were my best friend and you hurt me,” you state, your voice shaking ever so slightly. He goes to speak, his lips parting for a second, but they soon close again so he looks down. You fold your arms across your chest and watch him silently until you see his chest rise as he takes a deep breath and looks at you.

“You knew I was going to leave when I turned 18, who cares if I left earlier?” he argues.

“How can you even say that?” you snap. “How can you just act like it’s not a big deal?”

He watches as your anger rises. “Because it was going to happen anyway. It just happened sooner,” he says. You shake your head in disbelief of how he’s just dismissing the subject.

“I could have come with you,” you say. “I could have moved to LA, got a job and still kept my best friend.”

“You needed to stay and graduate to go to college,” he tells you, holding eyes contact with you while he waits for you to argue with him. But you don’t, which makes him frown. “You went to college right?” he questions.

“I couldn’t afford it,” you tell him.

“You were almost guaranteed a scholarship because of your grades,” he says, his arms now crossed too. You shrug a little and stay quiet. “So you just graduated and did nothing?”

You nod slowly but Nikki sees right through you and his eyes turn from one level of concerned, to the next.

“You did graduate, didn’t you?”

Shit.

“You didn’t fucking graduate?” he says loudly, his tone edging on angry, which makes you look away until he speaks again. “How the hell didn’t you graduate?”

“Why do you care so much?” you ask, your voice becoming stand offish.

“Because you always wanted to go to college!” he says, one of his arms moving from its crossed position to wave around.

“Things change Frank, you said it yourself,” you say which makes him screw his face up slightly. “Sorry. Nikki,” you say, correcting yourself.

He always hated that name, no wonder he changed it.

He’s happy when you right yourself however he doesn’t show it as he continues to look at you. “Yeah, things change, but you talked about college all through high school! There’s no fucking way you just gave up.”

“Well I wouldn’t be working in a fucking bar in LA if I went to college now would I?” you snap, leaning forward slightly as your hands move to your hips.

“My grades went down and I failed senior year,” you say. “They wanted me to repeat so I dropped out. There, happy?”

He can’t believe what he’s hearing. He just stands there, disbelief written all over his face, praying that what he’s hearing isn’t true.

“What the hell have you been doing for the past 5 years?” he asked, his voice still edging on angry, but he sounds more hurt than anything.

You shrug. “I did what everyone else does when they don’t go to college. I worked.”

“And that’s it? You just worked?” he questions skeptically.

“Again, why do you care this much?” you ask. He clenches his jaw as he stands up straight again, his arms crossed.

“Because you were the one with a future,” he states, his voice a little quieter than before. “I was the high school drop out who ran away to Los Angeles. I was always going to be. I knew that. But you aren’t.”

You feel your chest tightening and your emotions bubbling to the surface. “Well I’m sorry for disappointing you,” you say, somewhat sarcastically. “But I’m not the same person I was back then. I never will be.”

And with that, you push past him and walk back into the quiet bar, where Kylie is still cleaning glasses. She sees you walk in and goes to speak but you step right past her and into the small break room behind the bar. As she watches you close the door, she hears the bell ring again and Nikki rushes over as he sees you in the window of the break room door.

“Wait!” he calls out, putting both hands on the bar so he can lean over it sightly. Kylie moves to stand in front of him and she shakes her head.

“Give her some space,” she says softly, which makes him finally look away from the door. He meets her eyes and shakes his head.

“Space is what got us into this mess.”

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Request by: @whoreforbrownies

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I finished putting on my final stroke of blush before packing up my makeup container. I had a date with Soda tonight. I walked over to my closet, searching for something nice but classy to wear. I pushed all the other hangers to the side as I settled on a little black dress that i hadn't worn in a while.

I pulled out of my pajamas leaving me in just my underwear and bra. After that, I realized that the dress was tight enough to show my pantyline. I decided to just not wear any, its not like anyone could notice. Once I was dressed, I took my hair down from its ponytail, finishing my look.

I walked downstairs to grab my black flats and made sure to unlock my door for Soda. I make sure to unlock it for him all the time so he can just walk in. He was taking me to a restaurant that we've never been too. He wanted to try something new.

I was putting on my second flat when I heard my door shut and close. "Babe!" he yelled out for me. "Im in here" I replied. I heard running then felt hands around my waist. "You look so good." Soda whispered into my ear. It sent tingles down my spine.

He took me to his car aka Darry's truck that he borrowed. Soda kept his hand on my plump thigh as he drove. I just stared at him, watching him focus on the road and looking at his amazing features. "Anyone ever tell you you're a fine man, Sodapop Curtis." I giggled at my own joke. He smiled and shook his head slightly "Ive heard it couple times I think."

We arrived at the restaurant after 5 minutes of driving. Soda walked up and told them we were ready for our reservation. Fancy. He walked back over to me, grabbing my hand, walking us over to our table. A waiter came to take our drink orders, he was eyeing my figure but I chose to ignore it.

Im guessing Soda noticed because his grip on the table tightened.

I gulped because I knew he was jealous. Soda scooted his chair closer to me and leaned into my ear, "Im gonna rip that pretty dress off you later." he said as he squeezed the fat of my hip. I whimpered quietly, clearly getting worked up from just that. He scooted his chair back to his original spot, continuing on like nothing.

The waiter came back with our drinks, setting them down lightly and walking away. I sipped my lemonade as I tried to get my mind off of Sodas words. My thighs clenched in anticipation for what happening later. "What would you like, ma'am?" the waiter said to me, snapping me out of my trance. "Ill take the fettuccine pasta. T-thank you." I rush out quickly.

Soda told the waiter what he wanted, not even looking at the menu. Once the waiter left, Soda scooted his seat back over to me. "I got you all worked up, didn't I?" he said. "Soda, I want you" I whispered back to him.

He smirked, "And you can have me...after dinner." He knew what he was doing and he knew how i would react. Asshole. "Please, Soda!" I begged again. He pinched my thigh lightly right where the hem of the tight dress started. "After dinner, ok?" he said to me. I whimpered quietly once again before giving a shy nod.

By the time dinner was over, I was desperate and soaked. As we walked into my door, my back was already being pushed against a wall. Soda hot tongue ran against the soft skin of my neck as I moaned out. "Ive been waiting to do this all night, pretty girl" he mumbled between kissing my neck.

I felt his hand trail down to bottom of my dress.

The cold air hit my bare bottom half as he yanked my dress up. Soda brought his hand to my pussy, his fingers pushing through my arousal. "Fuck! Soda, please." His lips found there way to mine in a rush after that. I felt a finger push into me as we continued to makeout. The stimulation made me moan into his mouth, fueling him on even more.

I pulled away from his lips to beg for more, wanting to feel more satisfaction. "More, Soda more!" He smirked at my begging. "You're such a slut for me." I whimpered at his degrading words. Another digit found its way inside me, making me mewl from the feeling. "Shit, Soda keep fucking going!" He curled his two fingers inside, massaging my g-spot. My moans poured out, echoing in the room.

I draped my arms over Sodas shoulders, trying to maintain balance. A thumb found its way to my clit, the light circles on it making me silently scream. "You like that don't you, baby?" I nodded rapidly, "Yes, I love it! Fuck!" My pleas of "Faster" and "Just like that!" were loud. I felt my peak getting closer and closer as Soda rammed his fingers into me. I leaned forward until my head was in the crook of his neck, suddenly feeling shy.

Sodas free hand came to my chin, lifting my head up to look into his blue eyes. "Come on, don't get shy on me now. Come for me!" I cried out at his words, about to topple over the edge. "Fuck, Soda. I'm cumming!" My release gushed over finger, coating them slightly.

Soda brought his arousal coated hand up to my mouth, offering me a taste of myself. I immediately took his offer, running my tongue over the two digits. I began to pull off my dress before being stop. "You look so pretty, keep it on for me and turn around." I followed his directions with a smile.

My hands touched were braced on the cold wall, waiting in anticipation. "I cant believe you had no panties on in that nice place like a slut, sweetheart." his tone was sultry as he spoke. "Please, Soda! Fuck me." I heard a fly zip down and the buckle of his brown leather belt hit the floor.

Next thing I know, I felt the tip of Soda hard cock against my puffy cunt. I recoiled slightly at the sensation before whimpering from sensitivity. Sodas hands came to my hips, gripping them harshly as he pushed into me. We both moaned at the feeling. His thrust started at a unruly pace, making me silently scream once again.  "Soda! I love you so much. Oh!" I moaned out, already feeling breathless.

One of his hands came up to grab my breast from the back, slightly tweaking my nipple. "I love you too, pretty girl. You're so good for me!" Fuck. His other hand came up to my hair, pulling slightly. "Soda please pull harder." He let out a nod before pulling me back by my hair, my back again his bare chest. "Fuck!" he groaned out as I clenched around his cock.

He continued to thrust into me as I mewled and moaned. "F-feels so good" I whimpered out. "Yea? You like that" he responded. Soda hand cracked down on my ass, the sting only adding to the pleasure. "Yesss! I love it, Soda."

His thrusts remained steady as our bodies collided. I brought my hand down to my needy clit, making sure to get steady first. I rubbed tight  and soft circles on my clit, making myself shudder at the pleasure. "Mmmm" I moaned. My orgasm only got closer as we continued.

"Soda! M'gonna cum. I wanna cum. Please!" I felt like I was in heaven with the pleasure he was giving me. His thrusts started to become sloppier, signaling he was close. "Im right there with you sweetheart. Cum all over my cock!" Soda pushed into me a couple times before I finally came. "Oh shit! Cum inside me please. I begged.

He moaned as he released his warm cum into me, making me moan once again. He pulled out of me and turned me around. My back was once again against the wall as Soda pushed his lips onto mine. His cum was leaking down my thighs as we made out. "You're definitely wearing this dress around me 24/7" I smiled at him before giving a final kiss.

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! This was a request from my tumblr. Thank you guys for all the support. Its means everything to me and my request box is always open <3

[rafeysbambi]

bambi

part iii

summary:

kind, sweet and the definition of innocent, obsessed with pink, bows and all animals but especially deers. y/n has barely held a boys hand let alone been kissed until rafe cameron lays eyes on her

a/n:

turns out i have a severe case of verbal diarrhoea hence why i can never shut up and stop writing but anyway hope u all enjoy :p

you and rafe continued to message over the next couple of days. talking about movies, animals, music and just about anything that came to your head. you were just just giggling about some stupid post rafe had sent you when your father popped his head into your room. “sweetheart don’t forget we have lunch today. i just have to pop in to check on a few patients and i’ll meet you at the country club. your brother should be home soon to take you there.”

your older brother wasn’t home much, he was mainly at university studying medicine in order to follow your in father’s footsteps. you used to be a lot closer but once you both started to grow up, the pressure of taking over your father’s work separated him from you. “okay daddy, i’ll see you there.” you gave your father a quick kiss on the cheek and you took it upon yourself to start getting ready. after showering and trying on a multitude of outfits you finally settled on a white flowy dress and were ready to go, hearing your brother call out to you.

“y/n hurry up, you’ll make us late.” you make your way downstairs and he rolls his eyes at you before pulling you into a hug, laying a small kiss on the top of your head. “how are you doing midget?” it’s your turn to roll your eyes as you playfully smack his arm.

“boo go back to school stinky.” you stick your tongue out at him before racing out the house getting into the passenger seat of the car. the car ride is filled with you babbling on about anything that’s happened in your life while your brother just adds a simple ‘mhm’ or nods his head every once in a while.

as you arrived at the country club, your brother was immediately greeted into a conversation with one of his old classmates. you stood next to your brother playing with your thumbs, not trying to be impolite but just severely uninterested in their conversation. your brother took a notice of this and handed you his card telling you go buy yourself a drink and find the table.

you approached the bar asking for a strawberry lemonade and felt your phone buzz in your hand.

rafecameron: you look cute

your eyebrow raises, how does he know what you’re wearing?

bambiyn: how do you know?

rafecameron: turn around dummy

you turn around to see the tall boy standing behind you, smirking holding his phone in hand. “oh hi” you say tucking your hair behind your ear.

“hey doll, fancy seeing you here.” he says.

“oh i’m just having lunch with my family, what’re you doing here? besides stalking me that is?” as you speak the bartender delivers the drink down beside you. you turn around to pay for the drink and rafe almost instantly hands the bartender his card before you can even take your brothers card out of your purse.

“don’t worry princess, i got it.” you can feel the presence of his chest dangerously close to your back. you turn around and are immediately met with the smell of his cologne, your eyes level with his chest. you couldn’t help but blush, why was he so tall, why did he smell so good and why was he so goddamn handsome?

“thank you rafe, you didn’t have to do that.” you say smiling at him before taking a sip out of the straw of your drink.

the way you looked up at him through your perfectly curled eyelashes, your glossed lips wrapped around the straw. god you made him weak. he couldn’t help but to bite his lip, having to look away to try to stop the perverted images he was having right now. “don’t stress it babydoll” he says smiling down at you. for a moment you both just stare at each other, looking into the others eyes. his eyes flicker down to your lips which were slightly parted looking up into his blue eyes.

is this it? will this be your first kiss? right now? at the country club surrounded by people, it didn’t seem right at all and yet in that moment it felt like it was just you and rafe.

“uhh y/n who’s this?” your head immediately snaps to where your brother was stood, his eyes frozen on rafe. rafe looks down at you before looking at your brother confused.

“shit.”