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auggieblogs · 1 year ago

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heartbreak girl | MV1 (pt.1)

part II

Summary: "I've loved you since we were kids, y/n, ever since I saw you at your 4th birthday party. I told my ma I was going to marry you someday."

Pairings: Max Verstappen x fem!reader

Warnings: language, mention of alcohol (and throwing up because of it)

Author's note: Heyyyy, hiii, lovelies. I hope you all are doing good!!! This fic is heavily inspired by "heartbreak girl" by 5sos, thank you to @navia3000 for requesting this (and thank you for LITERALLY breaking down the song for me😭🫶🏻). I know it's not completely based off the song but I tried my best. Anyways, happy reading, everyone<3

P.S.- This is definitely not my best work but I tried okay??? I really hope y'all like it and hopefully there will be a part 2.

―୨୧⋆ ˚masterlist

One thing you should know about Max Verstappen is that he harboured an intense loathing for one person in the world: Connor Smith, your now-ex-boyfriend. Max despised Connor with every fibre of his being. Connor was, in Max's eyes, a complete fuckwit, a lousy boyfriend who had repeatedly let you down. He never made time for you, often left your texts unanswered for hours, and failed to treat you the way you deserved. To make matters worse, he disrespected you, and that ignited something in Max, a desire to punch Connor's face every time he laid eyes on him, perhaps?

On the other side of the emotional spectrum, Max was head over heels in love with you. He was a silent, lovesick puppy, adoring everything about you – your infectious smile, your contagious laughter, your passion for music, and all those little quirks that made you uniquely you. Yet, despite these profound feelings, Max was too much of a pussy to confess any of this to you. His fear held him back, and it was the reason he watched you date Connor, even when he knew you deserved so much better.

But life has a way of unravelling complicated emotions. Connor eventually broke your heart. The pain was excruciating, the emotions raw and overwhelming.

Devastated, you found yourself in a mess, sprawled on your bathroom floor with a bottle of vodka in your trembling hand. Your face was flushed, your eyes bloodshot, and you felt like your world had collapsed.

Max's heart shattered into pieces as he saw you in such a fragile state. Without hesitation, he sank to the floor beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest. You cried uncontrollably, sobs wracking your body, and your breathing was ragged. Max's heart ached as he cradled your head, whispering soothing words to calm you.

Eventually, when your sobs ebbed to quiet sniffles, you looked up at Max. His face was etched with concern, but you hated that. You didn't want to be a burden to him. "He left" you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes once more.

"I figured," Max replied softly.

"I'm not the type of person who cries over a boy," you said, tears pricking your eyes again.

Max gently brushed away your tears, his touch comforting. "No, you're not," he said, still holding you close. You felt like throwing up, physically ill from the pain of your breakup. You had loved Connor, despite his flaws, and he had occasionally made you feel loved which only made you feel more confused and lost.

Unable to hold back any longer, you threw up, and Max was right there to help. He rubbed your back and held your hair, comforting you as a best friend would.

"Okay, shh, that's it," he said gently as you emptied your stomach. Afterward, he helped you off the floor, guided you to the sink, helped you brush your teeth, and washed your face. Max even braided your hair and performed your skincare routine for you.

Going to your wardrobe, he selected the comfiest pair of pyjamas and helped you change into them. Max knew he couldn't take away your pain, but he was determined to provide you with some distraction. After cleaning up, the two of you settled in to watch a movie in your bedroom. Max sat on the floor, close to the TV, and you were cozily nestled in bed.

Max still hadn't asked you about Connor because he knew you well enough to know that you would eventually talk about it. And you did.

Hours passed, and you finally mustered the strength to crawl over to Max and rest your head on his thighs. He looked down at you, a warm smile on his face.

"I'm really sorry," you said, your voice still trembling.

"For what?" he asked, genuinely puzzled by your apology.

"For being such a mess," you admitted, tears glistening in your eyes. "I know you had better things to do today. You shouldn't have to take care of me."

Max leaned down, brushing a gentle kiss against your forehead. "I want to take care of you," he said softly. "You needed me, and I'll always be here for you. You'd do the same for me."

A brief smile graced your lips, but it quickly faded as you voiced your deepest insecurity, "Do you think the reason he left me is because I'm not pretty enough?"

Max's heart clenched at your words, the overwhelming urge to kiss you and hold your face in his hands almost unbearable. But he knew this wasn't the right time, not when you were so emotionally vulnerable. He had to be strong for you.

"He left because he's an idiot, and he doesn't deserve you, y/n," Max said, his tone firm and unwavering. "Looks have nothing to do with it. You're beautiful, inside and out."

Tears welled in your eyes as his words washed over you. "He's the only one who's ever loved me. I've never had a boy like me, Max."

Max's heart ached for you, and for a moment, he allowed himself to stroke your hair gently. "You've always been loved," he whispered, his voice carrying the weight of years of unspoken emotion. "I've loved you since we were kids, y/n, ever since I saw you at your 4th birthday party. I told my ma I was going to marry you someday."

Max's confession hung in the air, a palpable tension that enveloped both of you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared into his eyes, the weight of his words sinking in. The room seemed to close in around you, and the tears welled up in your eyes as you whispered, "Max..."

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wearebarca · 19 days ago

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10. Captured // Alexia Putellas x Original character pt. 10

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8* - Part 9*

synopsis: Rosalie has never stayed somewhere too long. When the opportunity of a lifetime presents itself at critical moment in her life, the photographer decides to once again leave behind what she knows and joins the staff of Europe's best football team.

Word count: 5,4k

Warnings: none for this one, lot of fluff

Her conversation with Katie served as a bitter distraction during her flight back to Barcelona. She had not let herself think about the words that were spat at her face too much, wanting to enjoy the small amount of time she had left with her friends. When she arrived at the apartment, well after the two Arsenal players, she was met with two sets of eyes on her, both harbouring silent questions. One smile was enough for them to understand that there would be no talking about this and they simply motioned her to join them on the sofa. They spent the rest of the night watching cheesy romance movies and judging the characters on their poor choices and horrible taste in man.

Right now though, sitting 30 000 feet above the ground, with nothing but the soft chatter of the other passengers, Rosalie could not help but drift back to what was said. Alexia wasn’t like that. In the months she had spent with this team, she had never felt like she was being used, and she knew that the Irish defender was simply trying to get under her skin, but Rosalie had not completely healed. She was still fragile, and had just started to feel like she had found somewhere she belonged. Katie’s words, even if she would not admit it, had successfully planted a seed of doubt in her mind.

Stepping out of the airport in the warm Barcelona sun was such a relief for the photographer, who felt the tension leave her shoulders. She took a long, steady breath, the first satisfying one since boarding the plain, and closed her eyes to try and center herself a little. She had asked Lucy to come pick her up, and was slightly dreading the road back to her apartment since she was certain Leah had already told Keira about the events from the night before, and Keira would have, without a doubt, told Lucy. What Rosalie did not expect was to see a certain tattooed defender with a sophisticated Norwegian by her side.

“Hola guapa! How was your trip?” Mapi said, hugging the brunette and immediately taking her bags from her hands. Ingrid was next in line for a hug and handed her a cup of coffee, earning a grateful smile from the smaller woman.

“It was busy, very nice though. It felt good to see my old gang.” She said, refusing to get onto more details. From the side look Ingrid sent her, Rosalie knew that Ingrid was aware of some details and she was praying she wouldn’t ask. Mapi was already walking ahead, crumbling under all the bags she insisted she would carry alone and was beckoning them to follow to the car park.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you guys, but I thought Lucy was coming to get me.”

“ She was, but someone,” She said, sending a loving stare at her overly excited girlfriend, “really wanted to pick you up.” The revelation warmed the brunette’s heart who momentarily forgot the harsh words uttered towards her.

“Are you too tired to go get some food with us?” As much as the brunette was dreaming of her own bed at the moment, she also did not want to be alone.

“No no I’ll be fine, as long as it's a quiet place.”

“We were thinking about getting it to go and eat at our place, you could meet Bagheera too!” Mapi said, putting the brunette’s bag in the trunk of her car. Rosalie smiled and quickly agreed. They stopped at a small restaurant and ordered paella that they would share. Their apartment was vast and very tastefully decorated. Rosalie could see the Scandinavian twist in the decor and smiled at some colourful addition that could only be from the Spanish woman.

But the most interesting element of the space was the little ball of black fur sleeping soundly on the beige sofa. Rosalie made a beeline for the little creature, completely forgetting about the house tour she was currently in. She sat next to the cat who’s head instantly went up. She sniffed the photographer’s hand and got up, only to brush its head against her hand and start to purr loudly.

“ Bonjour mon chaton, tu es si belle, oh oui mais quelle beauté, et si gentille j’y crois pas.” She said softly while petting the small cat completely, unaware of Mapi’s presence next to her.

“I understand Alexia, hearing that just made me feel things amiga.” she said laughing while setting up the coffee table up for supper.

“What?”

“She is my best friend, I know her. Also she has been in a foul mood ever since she came back from camp and I’m pretty sure that it’ll change as soon as she sees you tomorrow.” Rosalie sent a look to Ingrid who made a face and silently agreed to her girlfriend’s statement. “And… We all saw you two back at the club.” She said winking at her.

Rosalie gave up playing dumb and simply rolled her eyes at the Spanish woman. “All of you?”

“Well, Sandra and Irene are aware since it was their plan to make Alexia mad. Patri and Pina suspect, Lucy and Keira obviously, and the rest can see that something is going on with their captain but can’t seem to pinpoint what.” Ingrid said, handing the French-Canadian a plate.

“They are blind yes.” Mapi said

“Mostly intimidated probably. Alexia is extremely protective of her private life.” Ingrid said, pouring them all a glass of white wine

“You don’t say.” Rosalie said, taking a sip, “I understand though, it seems like Martina has no boundaries. Anyway, how was the national break for you guys?”

The conversation flowed nicely all night, with Ingrid and Rosalie sharing about their respective camps and Mapi keeping them up to date on what had happened with Barça while they were gone. The brunette didn’t check the time once, which meant that she stayed very late and ended up accepting the couple’s offer to take the guest room.

National camp was always a hassle, and her weekend at Leah’s wasn’t exactly a vacation either. Add to that a night spent in an unfamiliar bed and the unrelenting flow of energy that was the Spanish defender, even early in the morning, Rosalie looked and felt like a zombie. She walked in the training center with her sunglasses still perched on her nose and a vice grip on the large coffee cup in her hand.

Dealing with Martina was the last thing she needed in her state, so she decided that it would be best if she sent one of the other photographers on the pitch, just so she could catch up on what she had missed during her time away.

It would be a small week for the photographer, with only three days before the weekend. There would be a game on Saturday but she was excited about it. Game days had become her favourite part of the job.

The thing that stressed her the most was her race quickly approaching. The Barcelona marathon was less than a week away and the French-Canadian wondered how she would deal with her level of exhaustion, work and her last lap of training.

Time seemed to pass without Rosalie noticing. She was so caught up in her emails she completely ignored her hunger. She kept working like that all through lunch and almost jumped when she was pulled out of her trance by her door opening and Lucy barging in her office.

“Didn’t your mum teach you to knock before entering?”

“Oh she’s sassy today.” Lucy said, taking a seat in the chair facing the brunette and unpacking hers and the photographer’s lunch. One look at the sandwich and her emails were forgotten. Without even glancing at the older woman, she grabbed the sandwich and took a huge bite.

“You’re welcome, ungrateful twat.”

Rosalie rolled her eyes and finished swallowing. “Merci maman.”

“Are you gonna survive your day?” She asked, grabbing her own sandwich.

“Who knows, I feel like I got buried alive under all those emails.” She said, taking a sip off her cold coffee. “ I’m so tired I can’t even focus.”

“Can’t you work from home?” The brunette took a second to contemplate the idea, and came to the conclusion that nothing productive could come from her staying here.

“I could. I probably should.” She said, A big sigh left her lips as she lowered her head to her desk

“Are you the lead photographer on Saturday’s game or are you resting for your race?”

“I’ll be working, the game is early so I’ll be fine. Leah, Lia, Steph, Beth and Viv are coming to see the game too aren’t they.” She asked, sitting up and rubbing her palms on her eyes in a vain attempt to wake herself up.

“Yes, they’ll arrive the night before. The LW’s will stay at our place while the rest have hotel rooms in town. ” Just like they had promised, her friends were coming to cheer for her during her marathon. They would be staying at Lucy and Keira’s place and hotels so the French-Canadian would not have to worry about hosting and focus solely on her race. She was touched that her friends had thought about this, but the thing that would likely keep her up, was the thought of her old life and new life colliding. She knew that in the football world, everyone knew everyone. They all had heard of each other, or played against each other, sometimes even played together. But having them all interact outside of football, seeing the girls that were with her through some of the toughest times meet the people that had brought back her happiness, that was a different story. What if they didn’t get along. Afterall, England and Spain were famous rivals on the national scene and she was very close to both of the respective captains.

Rosalie could feel the start of a nasty headache creeping in as she closed her laptop. “Allez Frenchy, gather up your stuff and go home.”

The English player was already up and picking up the empty wrappers from their lunch. “Have you spoken to Alexia since you came back?”

The mention of the captain made her heart leap a little in her chest. She had wanted to, really, but the words from Katie still resonated in her mind and the thought of them being even remotely close to the truth had kept her from reaching out. She stayed silent, knowing that Lucy was aware that she had not.

“We didn’t tell her anything if that’s what you’re scared of. We only said that you were tired from the trip. She’s clearly worried tho.”

“I’ll speak to her tonight.” She said with a smile, walking out of her office. From the windows, she could see the whole team in action. As if she had felt her presence, Alexia’s head snapped up just in time to see the photographer pass.

She could see from her posture alone just how tired she was. She knew the woman had not spent a proper night at her place since she came back, so inviting her to hers seemed like a lot. She didn’t want the brunette to feel like she was suffocating her, so she decided that she’d let her do the first move. If she wanted to see her it would be on her terms, without feeling obligated to.

She was at peace with her decision for a total of twenty minutes. The look on Lucy’s face when she came back on the pitch, along with Keira's quiet but audible “is she ok?” were enough for the blonde to lose her cool. She herself had a hard time understanding why she felt protective over the brunette but truly it didn’t matter.

Concentrating for the rest of training turned out to be a difficult task, but Alexia sped through the rest of the exercises and was one of the first off the pitch. This behavior was very uncommon for the Barcelona captain which left a few of the girls confused. Only two had an idea why the midfielder was so eager to end this session.

“You should bring her pasta. It’s what Sara has recommended her to eat a week before her race and she’s a sucker for good pasta.” Lucy said when Alexia walked past her. The midfielder stopped in her tracks.

“Rosalia has not had a moment alone since she came back, you don’t think I should let her be?” She was surprised that the woman who acted like a big sister towards the photograph would encourage her to pursue the French-Canadian.

“I can’t tell you why, but being alone is not what she needs right now.” Lucy said with a hint of sadness and worry in her eyes. “Oh, and bring Nala, she’ll be so happy.” That was all the Catalonian needed to hear. Her plan was simple. She would go to her apartment to leave her training bag and pick up Nala. She would then go to the market and get all the ingredients she needed and walk back to Rosalie’s place.

It was around dinner time when Alexia arrived in front of the photographer’s building. She was glad she didn’t have to wait long until someone exited so she could let herself in without having to ring a random doorbell. The thing the blonde had clearly not thought of, was her little dog remembering the space, and most likely, smelling the photographer through the door.

As soon as Alexia reached the apartment door, Nala started to bark and jump, scratching the door with her little paws. Alexia cringed at the ruckus her dog was making and tried to calm her but nothing was working. She was about to drop all her bags and pick up the little beast when the sound of the door opening made her look up.

Rosalie was groggy. She was sleeping on her couch after succumbing to her fatigue while working when barking had pulled her from her slumber. She knew that there were no dog owners in her building and the sound was from right outside her door. She surely wasn’t prepared to see Alexia crouched down in front of her door, fighting with the small dog who was hell bent on freeing herself and running towards the photographer.

“Ale? What are you doing here?” The footballer stood up with the little excited dog still wiggling in her arms. Rosalie smiled widely and motionned to the player to pass Nala to her, which she gladly did. While Rosalie was busy greeting the fluff ball, Alexia picked up the grocery bags and made her way to the brunette's kitchen. She was happy to see that the woman had not started dinner yet and immediately started to prepare the food.

“ Ale, are you gonna tell me why you are here?” She asked, sitting down at the breakfast bar, Nala still in her arms.

“I am making you dinner! I can go after, if you want me to, but I know you are tired and I wanted to do this for you.” Rosalie could feel tears threatening to fall as she watched the blonde work silently. It took a moment for Alexia to realize the smaller woman had not moved from her spot in front of her.

“You can do your things like normal Rosalie, just act like I am not here.” She said, finally turning towards her. Upon seeing her eyes, Alexia walked around the kitchen island and crouched down in front of the photographer. “What’s wrong?”

“ Nothing, this is perfect.” The brunette said, whipping away her tears with the hand that wasn’t holding Nala. Alexia understood why the English couple was worried. She took her hand and guided her to the sofa where she could see a pillow and a pile of blankets.

“ You can rest more, I will wake you when the food is ready.” Rosalie got comfortable once more, with the little pomeranian snuggling in her arms. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep once more.

It took Alexia a little more than half an hour to cook enough food so that the brunette would also have lunches ready. The sight she was met with when she moved to the living room warmed her heart. The brunette was bundled up in thick blankets in a fetal position and all that could be seen from the small dog were her little ears sticking out of the blanket. Alexia quickly snapped pictures of the two before carefully waking her up.

They ate together in comfortable silence, simply contempt in each other’s presence. Alexia insisted on doing the dishes herself, not wanting for the photographer to have anything to do once she would be gone. Rosalie took place at the counter with her laptop. She needed to finish a couple things before bed but she found that watching the captain so at ease in her kitchen was very distracting. This was as domestic as it could be, and it felt so natural, easy.

Once she was done, Alexia took a seat next to the photographer, closed her laptop and scooted closer. She turned around to face the blonde and as soon as their eyes met, she felt the remaining tension slowly escape her. Alexia’s hand reached up to tuck a strand of hair that had escaped from Rosalie’s bun, and finished her path on her cheek. She leaned into her hand and closed her eyes, basking in the warmth of her palm.

“Thank you so much.” Rosalie whispered, not wanting to break the stillness of this moment.

“I am happy to do this for you.” She whispered back, slowly inching closer. “Rosalia..”

The word was but a breath on the footballer’s lips. She was so close Rosalie felt the air tickling her cheek. Their forehead connected, closing the distance even more.

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?” She sounded almost uncertain, as if she was scared the brunette would reject her. The thought alone almost pulled a chuckle from Rosalie.

“Oui, please.” She said, almost desperately, “You never have to ask again.”Her lips felt like coming home. How is it that after so little time, this woman had managed to break down all her defense and slithered her way into the depths of her mind.

The kiss was soft, unhurried. Their lips danced together, only parting to let out shuddering breaths. Rosalie reached out, pulling the blonde closer. It was like every part of her being was calling out for her. The heat was rising quickly, the need to be closer, feel her warmth invade all-consuming.

Rosalie was almost ashamed at the whine that escaped her when the footballer pulled away, leaving the forehead connected, as if she too, couldn’t fathom being separated just yet. “Rosalia, this is not what you need tonight.” She whispered, her hand caressing her cheek.

As good as her lips felt, Rosalie knew that the blonde was right. And yet, she could not let the blonde go. “ Can you stay please?” She asked in a broken voice that made Alexia’s heart shatter.

“Of course preciosa.” Alexia borrowed the same clothes she did the night before camp and stayed in the living room while the photographer went to shower. There was a shelf in the bookcase with what seemed like a collection of photo albums. They all had years written on the spine. Alexia picked one from what she assumed would be the brunette’s college years and sat on the sofa.

She was still flipping through the pages when the brunette emerged from the bathroom, hair still wet and only wearing underwear and an oversized t-shirt. It took a lot of self control for the blonde to keep her eyes from trailing down her toned legs. She put aside the album and took the hand Rosalie was holding out for her.

They settled together in bed, Alexia’s arms wrapped around her protectively. In this position, sleep came to her very easily. It was arguably the best sleep she had had since leaving for camp and the brunette most definitely needed it.

The wake up in itself, was everything but peaceful. She could not breathe. It was like her face was blocked by something warm and fury, with hair getting in her nose and mouth. She panicked and rose from the bed, grabbing the ball of fluff that had conveniently chosen her face as a resting spot. She coughed up a few hairs, still holding the dog at arm's length.

She was still groggy from sleep, but it did not keep her from registering the sound of Alexia’s laughter echoing next to her. “Your little beast almost killed me and you’re laughing?” She said indignantly, bringing Nala to her chest and kissing her head. She simply could not be mad at the little dog, but could definitely direct her anger towards the owner.

“You were so peaceful, you slept through the alarm, so I thought you needed something a little stronger to wake you up.” The smile on Alexia’s face was simply radiant. Her hair was wild from her night of sleep and her eyes were shining brightly in the morning light. Rosalie could not do anything but smile at the blonde and put the little dog down, only to jump on the blonde to playfully attack her.

This playful mood persisted all throughout the day. From the car ride to Alexia’s place so she could drop off Nala and pick up her training stuff, to their interaction on the pitch during training. Rosalie managed to capture the biggest amount of shots of Alexia smiling at the camera, although everyone knew it wasn’t at the camera she was smiling at, but rather the small woman behind it.

The build up to Saturday’s game was a lot smoother than usual. With the Barça captain’s mood having brightened a lot and the excitement of a home game palpable, all smiles could be seen in the viewing room. As soon as the meeting started, there was nothing but determination written on the girls faces.

There was only one who seemed out of it. She was always like this before a race. In her head, quiet, but inside, her mind was roaring. Her fears, her strategies, her goal pace, her desired splits, she was mapping everything out, leaving nothing to chance.

To everyone’s eyes, Rosalie looked empty, which concerned some of the girls who, instead of disturbing the photographer, seeked out answers in Lucy and Keira. The girls knew that Rosalie was simply in her game mode and would likely stay that way til after the race.

The only person who seemed to pull a smile from the brunette was none other than the captain herself. However fleeting it might have been, she was proud to have been the one to make her smile.

Sunday was game day, and Rosalie vowed to herself , for the sake of her friends, to be there for them. Tonight, she would have time to worry for herself. So she pulled up at the stadium coffee in hand and ready for a home game.

She was the one capturing the player's arrival. She loved this part almost just as much as the game itself. The girls were all smiles yet again, confident in their abilities and preparation. Upon seeing the photographer smiling they all greeted her similarly, often hugging her or high fiving her.

As always, when Alexia came around the corner, Rosalie’s breath caught in her throat. She was wearing a dark green tennis skirt, a white shirt and that leather jacket that made the photographer drool. She was mesmerizing and Rosalie could hardly hide her staring even behind her camera.

The blond stopped in front of her and opened her arms. Her familiar smell automatically calmed her.

« Ça va bien aller, Rosie, tu es prête. » She whispered in her ear before pulling away. Rosalie was too stunned to speak. Although heavily accented, Alexia’s sentence was flawless and the photographer could not help but smile widely at the thought of the footballer learning this for her.

Out on the field, the sun was shining bright and the stands were almost full. She immediately spotted her little group of friends frantically waving her way. She waved back and prepped her equipment.

It was a wonderful game. Five nil with a beautiful header from Alexia and a goal from Mapi. The pictures she had taken of their celebration together were some of her favourites she had taken so far at Barcelona. It showed perfectly how strong their friendship was. She’d had to print it out and give it to them later.

As she suspected, her friends had walked down and were stepping on the pitch as she was taking off her media bib. Leah was the first to reach the photographer, sneaking behind her and grabbing her in a tight hug from behind.

“ Howdy Frenchy, ready for your big day?” She asked, resting her chin on the brunette’s shoulder. Rosalie grabbed her hands around her waist and laughed as the blond lifted her and essentially carried her towards the group of Arsenal players. She did not let go, even after putting her down.

Alexia was very aware of that fact. She was on the other side of the pitch signing jerseys and greeting fans, but she could not help but keep a close eye on the brunette. She had seen Leah approach her, seen the way her arms had wrapped around her, and this was simply not sitting right with her.

She was aware, in the back of her mind, that Rosalie had confirmed that Leah was with the Swiss captain, and of the remaining fans' eyes following her every move, but for a second, these details evaded her mind.

She crossed the distance separating her and the photographer in a few seconds and arrived behind the two. The only problem was that she did not, for the life of her, think about what she would say once she had reached the little group.

The girls got quiet upon seeing the Spanish captain. Rosalie and Leah both made a curious face before turning around. Rosalie smiled widely at the Catalonian and opened her arms.

“That was such a beautiful goal Ale!” She said while the girl was holding her.

“Thank you bonita.” They were then met with a stunned group of five women who had certainly not put Alexia Putellas hugging their best friend in front of them, and a stadium full of fans, on their bingo card.

“Hola,” The Spanish woman said upon seeing their dumbfounded looks. She stepped closer to them, her hand never leaving the brunette’s waist. “Did you enjoy the game?”

They all knew each other, having played against each other for club and country, so introductions were not a need. It was very weird for Rosalie, seeing everyone interact like that. She noticed Alexia was colder towards Leah, and the reaction was clearly amusing the English captain. They all exchanged a few words, asking about their season so far, with Viv and Alexia clearly hitting it off thanks to them being the biggest football nerds the brunette had ever met. During their conversation, Alexia’s hand never left Rosalie’s hips. It was a calming, grounding touch which the photographer welcomed greatly.

The stadium was slowly emptying. The fans were bustling with happiness after such a wonderful victory. Even the staff was nearly done picking up the remaining equipment and eager to go home to finally relax. The only people on the pitch were Rosalie and her small band of footballers. They all spoke and laughed together, unaware that someone was watching them.

From the mezzanine, Martina had a perfect view of the Arsenal players along with the Barcelona captain and photographer. An idea started to bloom in her mind.

“Ok I think it might be time to go, Rosalia.” Alexia whispered in her ear. She was right, dinner was quickly approaching and she needed to be in bed early. The start of the race was at eight in the morning and god knows Rosalie would not sleep much tonight.

She in fact, did not. She was up at five, already dressed in her lucky red sports bra, a black zip-up hoodie and running short, and pacing around. Her oatmeal was getting cold on her breakfast counter. Lucy was picking her up. It was their little tradition. Ever since she had moved to England, every racing event she had been a part of, Lucy had always been the one driving her, something about needing family to be there for her.

Lucy arrived at her apartment at six, because she knew that Rosalie would not have eaten anything. It was always the same. She would arrive an hour before the agreed time, eat breakfast with the Canadian, more like force feeding her, and leave, all of this mostly done in silence. Rosalie always felt bad for her pre-race attitude but Lucy understood. She had worked with countless superstitious players with weird and annoying rituals, silence was the most peaceful she had encountered for sure.

It was usually when they arrived on site that Rosalie’s tongue got loose. “Will they be there at the start?”

“Yes, and someone will be there at every water stop, everything is already planned.” Lucy said, squeezing the photographer’s hand. They got out of the car and Rosalie headed straight for the English women and engulfed her in a hug. “Thank you for being here, ma grande soeur.”

“Je t’aime, tu le sais ça”

“Je t’aime aussi, Luce”

The tent was full of runners. Some clearly experienced and others who seemed like it was their first ever race. Rosalie respected all of them, she knew how hard your first was and she valued all the training that went into this sport. She also loved the community built around it, whatever your level of experience, they were all here together with a common goal in mind, reach the finish line. She found an empty bench at the back of the tent and pulled out her trusty Asics Metaspeed. Before lacing them up, she took out her noise cancelling earbuds and pooped them in. She hardly ever ran with music, but she purchased them solely for their nose cancelling abilities.

Ten minutes before the star and Rosalie was outside the tent stretching. She could see the growing crowd assembling around the inflatable arch where the signal would be given. Her friends were likely already there, with Beth, Leah and Keira complaining about how early it was and Viv, Lia and Lucy attempting to tame their grumpiness.A part of her mind hoped she would see Alexia somewhere, maybe with some of the Barça girls, but she wasn’t getting her hopes up, after all, she had not even thought about properly inviting them.

Five minutes before the start. She was walking slowly towards the starting line, making her path among the other runners. She had a goal in mind, and so she needed to start this race at the front. She smiled at the other racers, the apprehension palpable in the air, as she advanced more and more towards the front line.

Two minutes before the signal. Rosalie was happy with the spot she had managed to slither into. Almost in the middle, completely at the front. all she could hear was the sound of her breathing. Her heart was pounding in her chest as her eyes scanned the crowd for the first time.

Hundreds of people were screaming and cheering for their loved ones, and at the front, right behind the gate was her family. She smiled at them and waved. It took a second for her to realize that they were in fact, not alone. More than half of the Barcelona femini team was at their side, cheering with homemade signs.

Thirty seconds before the start, Rosalie's green eyes met with hazel ones. She was smiling, a calm expression on her face. She was here. A new kind of determination lit up inside her.

The signal was finally heard and all that was left to do was put one foot in front of the other.

#barcelona femeni #woso community #alexia putellas #woso fanfics #woso imagine #barca femeni #futfem #alexia putellas x reader #alexia x reader #alexia putellas x y/n #keira walsh #lucy bronze #mapi leon

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 months ago

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Hii i’m not sure if you’re taking requests or not but if you areeee

Can you write smth about Ford x reader where they obviously got a crush on each other (but they dont confess they’re shyly dumb) but the crush got bigger bc reader decides to peck Ford on the cheek as a “Thank you” bc he helped them with smth, yanno yanno :33

Ps: I really really love your writing waaa keep up the good work!!

The crush you harbour on Ford and him on you was the least subtle thing ever, everyone could see the way you looked at each other as though the other hung the stars in the sky; you were both smitten kittens but were too scared to admit it for one reason or another.

You didn’t know when exactly you started having a crush on Ford, you merely assumed that was always the case ever since you met the man with the beautiful brown eyes, and you were perfectly content with that but what you weren’t content with was how everyone wanted you to confess.

‘He doesn’t like me like that, I’m not sure he likes anyone within a romantic aspect.’ You’d use as your excuse whenever anyone brings up the fact that you had yet to bear your heart to Ford.

‘Then you haven’t seen the way he looks at you.’ They’d respond and you could only look at them as though they’ve grown a second head. However they spoke the truth as Ford was equally as infatuated with you and would find himself pushing back the work he didn’t think required all his attention, all in favour of spending time with you whether it be star gazing or anomaly hunting.

Ford couldn’t remember the last time he felt light on his feet, head in the clouds and as though he was thirty years younger then he actually was and it was all thanks to you. While he wants to confess he found himself unable to do so when he looked into your eyes and found everything he could ever wish for within them; only to end up speechless as your eyes flickered with multiple emotions at once as he remained stood still as a statue, staring at you with a fondness within his eyes as you spoke random things to fill the silence.

This half attempts to confess -or lack there of an attempt- was enough to annoy the people close to you both as Stanley wants to put his head through a wall, Dipper vowed to himself to never be this bad and Mabel was on the verge of screaming at you both to kiss and get it over with at this point; the slow burn was killing her with how hesitant or chocked up you both become in each others presence.

They just wanted you two to cut the bullshit and start being a couple, solely just to make up for the months they’ve all have to suffer from seeing you both obviously pine for one another.

So currently you and Ford were looking for a so called ‘flying pig that may or may not be waddles parent or ancestor’ as Mabel had said to you both that very morning. So when Ford asked dipper if this was true, you swore you’ve never seen a boy sweat as much as Dipper did when he tried his hardest to convince you both that such a creature exists within the woods; you and Ford shared a look that spoke your unwillingness to believe, before agreeing to go out and look for this flying pig that may or may not be waddles’s ancestor.

‘Even if this flying pig is waddles’s ancestor, wouldn’t waddles also have wings by that logic?’ You asked.

‘Not necessarily my dear as the wings could be a hereditary trait that can skip multiple generations and appear in someone later down the line.’ Ford replied as he pushed up his glasses that were slipping down his nose, ‘however even I have to admit that this flying pig phenomena being real is slim to none despite everything else we’ve encountered here.’ He adds and you couldn’t help but laugh.

‘Then the billboard should read as this: Gravity falls, we’ve got everything to satisfy a diehard supernatural fanatic, just no flying pigs.’ You said in a goofy voice as you playfully nudge Ford in the side as he smiled softly, looking at you and feeling his heart become full; but before he could say anything a demonic squeal echoed throughout the forest causing you both to stop just as the birds stopped chirping.

Ford instinctively stood in front of you protectively as you tried to deduct where the blood curdling squeal came from. ‘What was that?’ You whispered my resting your chin on Ford’s shoulder as he reached for the gun at his hip upon instinct.

‘No clue dearest but I believe we might’ve found our anomaly.’ Ford replied lowly for only you to hear, only for the sound of wings beating filled your ears as a plump silhouette of a winged creature could be seen from a distance. You couldn’t help stop yourself from commenting ‘that could be a thousand things before it could be a flying pig-‘ just before you could finish the sentence the plump silhouette must’ve spotted you as it started flying towards you both at high speed; it was downright frighting.

‘FLYING PIG!’ You screamed the moment the figure got close enough to identify as both yourself and Ford ran began to run away from it as fast as your legs could carry you. ‘And here I thought Mabel had eating too much of that edible glitter and hallucinated.’ You added as Ford quickly took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers as he pulled you with him to hide behind a random tree, pulling you in close to his chest where you could hear his heart against your ear.

The demonic flying pig flew past you and it was them did you notice how massive those wings were for a creature that was of the same size of an average adult pig, but still it was scary to see a pig with teeth as sharp as razors; what was even more scary was the fact that pigs would eat anything and everything. You cuddled up closer to Ford instinctively as he held you close in order to comfort you. ‘It’s okay my dear, it’s gone now.’ He whispered against your head, kissing it as his hands rubbed up and down your back. ‘It must’ve gotten mad that we were within its territory and felt the need to scare us off.’

‘Well consider this officially scared off.’ You muttered against his turtlenecks finding the honest comfort and protection within his scent as you allowed it to invade your senses.

‘We’ll go back home and forget that we were almost flying pig food and watch some movies while drinking hot chocolate. How does that sound my dear?’ Ford asked and before his brain could comprehend what had happened, you had kissed his cheek and Ford felt his cheeks blossom with heat and his eyes widened.

‘That sounds perfect as long as I’m with you to do all of that of course.’ You replied softly as you looked at Ford with a soft, almost pleading expression and Ford felt his resolve crumble to dust as he averts his gaze from you.

‘I would love nothing more my dear.’ He admits and you were quick to clutch his hand in yours and drag him from your hiding place and begin your walk back to the shack, all the while keeping your wits about you in regards to one flying demon pig. ‘Then it’s a date!’ You exclaimed as you could hear Ford choke on nothing behind you, which only made you smile.

You’ll tell Mabel that you didn’t see a flying pig, but got a date out of trying to make up for the disappointment.

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coff33andb00ks · 2 months ago

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More Than Anything - Part Two

oscar piastri x pop!singer reader x lando norris (with charles leclerc)

summary: In the spotlight's harsh glare, she shattered into a million pieces, then found redemption in an unexpected place warnings: language, smut (mdni!!) notes: i still hate doing smaus but this is fun

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"So you'll be riding along and having a normal chat with him. Pretend like the cameras aren't there. Feel free to ask questions about anything you'd like." The assistant lowered her voice. "Other than the PR photos at hospitality later and your interview Saturday about your history of loving formula one, this is the only formal thing you have to do all week, I promise."

"Thanks." Y/N nodded as the clip mic was attached to her blouse, grinning when she saw Charles approaching on a bicycle. Muffling a giggle when he nearly crashed into the side of the Ferrari waiting for him to give her the tour of Monaco, she greeted him warmly, thinking of their friendly chatting the night before at the Ferrari dinner.

"Are you ready to see Monaco?" Charles asked once a mic had been clipped to his shirt and an assistant had fixed his hair. He immediately ran his hand through it, ruining her work, and y/n grinned again.

"Absolutely."

He drove through the winding streets, stopping to point out the more famous sites – the hotel, the casino, the harbour – telling her stories from his childhood of watching the races, seeing the grandstands being built.

"Oh, you were always rich… I can't imagine growing up in a place like this," she said as he drove past the harbour which was filling with yachts. "But I guess it was all you knew."

Charles nodded, and she noticed he looked slightly panicked at her calling him rich. "I didn't appreciate how, ah… Privileged I was until I became a man. I'll show you my school?"

"Sorry, I grew up poor so I'm always fascinated when I meet someone who didn't. I'm well aware of how different my life is, but in my head I'll always be that little girl with no money at the book fair," she babbled.

He furrowed his brow. "Book fair?"

"Oh my god they were the best thing! You'd get a flyer with all the books they'd have available and the kids would circle everything they wanted. And there'd be things like posters and bookmarks and cheap little toys? Like a little bookstore set up in the school." She smiled at the memory.

"That is why you donate money to schools, yes? To help kids like you?" he asked softly.

Y/N smiled. "Exactly." She realized she was yapping as he drove through the streets but couldn't stop herself because it was something she cared about so much. And Charles seemed to genuinely care, nodding and smiling a little as she went on an on, to the point she didn't feel the need to apologize for her blathering.

"My school," he said, parking in front of a somewhat nondescript building. "I got into so much trouble here…"

The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. "Surely they were just inchidents?"

He giggled and she saw his cheeks darken as he pulled away from the curb. A few moments later, he asked, "You've traveled around the world. Do you have a favourite country to visit?"

She hummed thoughtfully. "You know… I've been around the world twice now. But I feel like I haven't seen any of it. It's always airport to hotel to media stations to venue and back again. I rarely get back home, though. So I'll say that's my favourite place to visit." She shifted in the seat to face him. "What's your favourite colour?"

He giggled again, tugging at his Ferrari polo. "I have to say read, no?"

Y/N grinned. "Ooo, the colour of love…"

The rest of the tour was filled with laughter and reflection, and they stood near the harbour chatting once they'd finished filming, discussing music and she got the feeling he was getting around to asking her out when someone walked by and Charles laughed, turning and calling out—

"Oscar!"

The man turned and y/n felt a giddiness rise in her stomach as she recognized him. His eyes were on Charles as they fist bumped and then his brown eyes swiveled towards her, widened, and…

"H-hi," he said, and she pretended to not notice the way his voice cracked.

Smiling, she held out her hand. "Hi, so great to meet you."

His hand was warm and strong and his cheeks were turning pink. "Ah." He cleared his throat, his cheeks turning darker, his hand still shaking hers. "Great t-to meet you t-too."

She felt the urge to giggle but refrained, continuing to shake his hand as she stared into his eyes. Next to her, Charles cleared his throat.

"We were just talking about her new music," he said.

They hadn't been but that seemed to snap Oscar out of his little stupor. His eyes widened and his lips quirked up into smile. He loosened his hold on her hand and she would have sworn she imagined his shaky exhale.

"Y-yeah, I listened this morning. It's great." Oscar rubbed the back of his neck. "As always."

"You're too sweet," she insisted, marveling when the pink of his cheeks darkened more. "I'm glad you enjoy it."

Charles looked from her to Oscar and back again, and she felt her cheeks grow warm when he smirked.

Oscar stammered – Oscar stammered! she would never get over him seemingly starstruck by her – out that he was a big fan of her music and she sensed him relax while she talked about recording in secret over the past few months. "Lando's a huge fan, too," he said, his cheeks still pink and his eyes still a little wide.

"Is he? I'd love to meet him."

He was already nodding. "Y-yeah, that'd be great. Y-you can drop by the motorhome anytime."

She felt the urge to play with her hair and probably would have if Charles hadn't been watching them so closely. "I'll do that, sure. Later on, after I do some PR stuff with Ferarri?"

Oscar's shoulders sagged and he was still nodding. "Excellent." He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck again. "I'll, um, see you later then."

As soon as he was out of earshot Charles laughed.

"I have never seen him like that around a celebrity."

Y/N watched Oscar disappear in the crowd milling along pit lane. "Really?"

Charles hummed and held out his arm. "You must have that effect on people."

"I really don't know why. I'm just me," she mumbled as she slid her arm through his to walk towards the Ferrari motorhome. "Well, no, I suppose I get it. It's just… Weird to think of someone notable being flustered meeting another notable person, right?"

"So you were flustered just now?" Charles hummed knowingly.

"Stop, he's one of my favourite drivers," she groaned. "I get flustered meeting anyone."

"You weren't flustered meeting me," he sighed with a dramatic wave of his hand.

"I was," she confessed, thinking of how anxious she'd been in those first moments after meeting him and Carlos the night before. Mainly because she hated formal, corporate affairs when everyone had to be on their best behaviour.

liked by charles_leclrec, carlossainz55, oscarpiastri and others ynyln: things I've learned today: my aussie accent is shit 😔, oscar hums a lot 🤭, carlos refers to me as "la pequeña niña americana" 🥰, and when I sit in a f1 car I feel claustrophobic 😬 tagged: landonorris, oscarpiastri, charles_leclerc, carlossainz55, scuderiaferrari

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Looking up from her phone after posting the recap of her day to instagram, Y/N smiled at Charles, enjoying the quietness of the evening. Leo was dragging his toy around, growling playfully each time Charles tried to take it away. She hadn't expected his invitation to dinner after the end of media day, but here she was in his apartment, the flavor of his thrown together pasta dish lingering on her tongue.

Charles leaned back against the couch, tossing the toy across the room for Leo. "It's none of my business…" He sighed and shifted to look at her. "But are all your new songs about him?"

She nodded. "Wrote them in a fit of rage, really. Except Flowers, I wrote that when I realized how better off I am without him."

He eased the toy from Leo and tossed it again. "I am sorry you had your heart broken."

Y/N chuckled. "Me too."

"Are you looking for someone new?" he asked after a moment. After Leo dropped the toy and flopped dramatically on the rug.

"I don't know." She lifted an eyebrow. "Why, are you interested?"

Charles laughed softly. "In a relationship, no."

She wasn't disappointed, really, but she gave him a pout. "My poor ego…"

Grinning, he moved, kneeling on the floor in front of her. "But I'm willing to…" He hesitated, finally resting his hands on her knees. "Fuck the memory of your stupid ex away."

Her eyes widened at his boldness. Before she could think of the reasons she should say no, she was nodding, moving to the edge of the couch as his hands slipped up. "I'm fine with something casual," she murmured, sliding her hands over his shoulders.

"That I can give you, cherie."

His kiss was gentle, lips and tongue working against hers until she melted. Guided by his hands, she slid off the couch as he stood, the kiss growing in intensity as he pulled her towards the bedroom. "It's been a while," she mumbled between kisses, her fingers hesitating at the hem of his sweater. "So like… Tell me if I mess up."

Charles huffed out a soft laugh, nipping at her bottom lip. "It is like riding a bicycle, hm? You'll be unsteady at first then get into the rhythm."

"Just don't expect me to ride, I'm so not into being on top," she admitted, relieved when he laughed, breaking away to peel off his sweater. His skin was warm under her fingers and she kissed him before pulling back to remove her top, keeping her eyes on his face.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered, one hand cupping the back of her neck as he kissed her again, this time with growing urgency. His other hand was everywhere – at her waist, teasing the waistband of her jeans, ghosting over her ribcage, tracing the curve of her breast, flicking open the button of her jeans.

"Ah!" she gasped sharply as his fingers eased into her panties, his facial hair grazing her neck while his lips moved down. Her gaze landed on the mirror behind him and she stared at the muscles of his back as they rippled under her touch, her eyes slipping shut when his fingers began to stroke her slit at the same time his mouth closed around her nipple.

"Are you watching yourself, cherie?" he whispered against her skin, moaning when her fingers clutched at his hair.

"No… Watching you," she breathed. She opened her eyes, watching her hand trail down his back.

Charles laughed quietly, pulling his mouth from her nipple with a soft pop. "Can I watch you?"

Blushing, she gave a small nod, helping him unfasten his jeans while her heart thrummed excitedly in her chest. His lips met hers again, his hands working her jeans down her legs.

His blanket was luxurious, his sheets soft beneath her knees as he gently situated her so she faced the mirror. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he exhaled slowly, his hands framing her hips and sweeping upwards. "So soft," he breathed, eyes locking with hers in the mirror, breath hot against her skin.

Y/N could only stare at him in the mirror, feeling as though she were watching another couple entirely, the eroticism of watching his hands explore her body making her feel disconnected. Until he whispered in her ear. Gentle commands, fervent admirations that forced her to feel his touch as well as see.

His hand slipped down, cupping between her thighs, and she moaned sharply at the sight of two fingers sliding into her pussy. Reaching back, she groped at his hip, nails dragging across his skin before her hand wrapped around his cock, watching his face as he let out a ragged moan.

He spoke but she barely registered the words, already reduced to pitiful, needy whines, the live porn in front of her only adding to her desire, and when his fingers, slick, dragged to grasp her hip she leaned forward in anticipation. Still stroking his cock, still watching his face ass while she felt him shift behind her. Her thumb smeared precum over the tip of him and she was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath before he groaned into her hair, his hands nudging hers away. She lifted her hand, catching his eye in the mirror as she licked her thumb clean.

Her eyes automatically closed when he began to enter her and she whined as his hand reached up, cupping her chin and lifting her head.

"Look at your face, mon couer," he whispered.

Pure, wanton neediness. She nodded, licking her lips, clutching his forearm with both hands and forcing her eyes to stay open while he entered her slowly.

In a split second of clarity she wondered if her chin always wobbled during penetration.

"Magnifique," Charles panted against her ear, his hand sliding down to lightly rest just below her neck.

"Oh my god," she whined.

His other hand gripped her hip tight, fingers digging into her flesh. "Good?" he whispered.

She nodded, staring at his white knuckles at her hip. "So good," she gasped, shifting on her knees slightly. Suddenly keen to see more. The hand on her hip squeezed and he began a slow roll of his hips, fucking her slowly. Watching her body respond, watching the look on his face, she felt her toes curl, heat twisting deep in her belly.

Within moments the woman in the mirror was flushed. Trembling. Breasts bouncing wildly, lips parted. Charles's hand slipped up, gently cupping her throat and holding her upright and she licked her lips, hips pushing back against him, eyes rolling back each time his cock hit her spot. All she could hear was his harsh breathing and deep moans and the delicious, slick sounds of him fucking her above the sound of her own racing heartbeat.

"I'm—" She cut off with a sharp cry as the hand on her hip slid forward, fingers strumming her clit in small, hard circles. A split second later her eyes closed, back arching and a guttural moan emanating from her as she came, pushing her hips back harshly and grinding against him. Stars scattered behind her eyelids and her moan turned into a series of harsh cries as his fingers worked her immediately into another crest of bliss until she was whimpering.

"Shh shh shh," he soothed, his fingers slowing, hips still rolling against hers as he guided her down. He stayed over her while she shuddered and gasped, fingers sliding off her clit when she squirmed.

She had no idea what he was murmuring in her ear, his mixture of broken English and French lost on her as she struggled to catch her breath. But she nodded, clutching his forearm until the world around her seemed to right itself, opening her eyes to see him staring at her in the mirror.

"Très magnifique," he whispered, both hands sliding over her back as he sat upright. His eyes met hers again and he gave her a smirk that very nearly made her cum again. "Now we can really have fun, yes?"

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wasteddmoondust · 11 months ago

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an old diary || remus lupin

pairing: remus lupin x reader 812 words, fluff, remus finds your old diary from this request! a/n: i twisted the request just a teeny bit away from what you might have been expecting. but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless! this was so fun to write and the scenario is just too cute hehe

"Hey, Remus?" He hears your voice call from the library . "When you're free, do you think you can help me organise the storage room? There's a load of books from years ago that I need sorted."

Remus doesn't even hesitate on his answer, he knows he'll do anything for you. The both of you have stuck close since your school days, and took care of each other through the war. He feels forever indebted to you especially for that.

And that's how he finds himself in said storage room, the musty smell of yellowing paper wafting around him.

He scans the stacks of books. There's not many, compared to the rest of the library at least. This should just take the afternoon.

He starts to sort each stack, slowly making a system in his brain on how to tackle this task. But as he's on this third pile. a glimmer catches his eye, and he turns towards the direction of it. Underneath a pile, something familiar is sticking out, but he just can't put his finger on it.

He decides to abandon whatever task he was supposed to do and reaches for the book. Carefully, he slides it out of the stack.

The name on the book knocks his breath.

Y/N L/N, 1977.

That's what is was, your old diary from seventh year.

Remus finds himself frozen. That year was wild, to say the least. The bittersweetness of his final year, relishing of how much youth him and his had left. But mostly, it was the prelude to most of the pain he would experience in his life. This book is holding whatever you were feeling in those days.

He knows he shouldn't peek.

He flips the book open to a random page.

15 September, 1977 Today we went out to the lake, and I realised no words can describe the amount of love I have for my friends. To my dearest girls, Lily, Marlene, Mary, and Alice. I hope we are never too far apart. We shall grow old together gossip even as we do now.

Remus' heart swells at the sentiment, knowing each of the mentioned girls' fates. He flips to other pages, which mostly are written about the daily life of a Hogwarts student. However, a glimpse of his own name gets his attention. He stops to read the page.

25 January, 1978 Remus Lupin. Oh the man that you are. You and your stupid jumpers and stupid books and stupid tea you take with milk and two sugars. What I find the most stupid is the way you treat me. It makes me question who I am to you. Your friend? Maybe more? I can only dream. I don't think you'll ever see me that way. I'm perfectly happy where we are as friends. But somehow if I get even the slightest chance I will be taking it. Even if it comes ten years from now.

He's stunned, to say the least. He never knew you harboured these feelings back then, and wonders if you still had them now.

It's funnier especially when after all this time he never found a way to say he has those feelings too.

He knows what he should do. There's a newfound feeling of courage and bravery in him, and quickly finishes his tasks before you leave the library for the day.

"Oh, done already?" you ask, packing your work bag before leaving. "That was quick. Did you have much trouble?"

"No, not at all. Found some pretty good things in there," he says, trying to act casual. He hides the diary behind his back.

"Really? Do tell."

He pulls out the book from behind. You gasp.

"No way!" You grab it from his hold. "That was in there the entire time?"

"Mhm, I took a peak, if you don't mind," He says.

You furrow your brows. "You did?"

He nods slowly.

"And what did you read...?" you ask. He knows that you know what was written in that diary.

He shrugs. "Let's just say..." he looks around avoiding eye contact. "You said ten years, and it's been fifteen. So would you still?"

You frown, but you know exactly what he's talking about. "Still what?"

"Take the chance?"

You groan and cover your face, feeling your cheeks heat up. You hear Remus chuckle. "So is that a yes?"

Your hands leave your face, showing a pout. "I can't believe you read that!" you swat him playfully. "But yes... I would..."

"Brilliant," he says, smoothing your hair down and smiling at you.

"Now what?" you ask. You mentally kick yourself for asking such a question.

Remus grins, the same grin you've grown to love over the years. "I'd like to kiss you now, if it's alright with you."

The both of you lean in. In the library after fifteen years, he's finally yours.

#marauders x reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin fluff #zee writes

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misshoneyimhome · 5 months ago

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Would you write for Pyotr Kochetkov? With the prompt “Just tell me I’m the one.” Where Kochetkov thinks reader wants Svechnikov because of how close him and reader are but obby the reader wants Kochetkov 🤭

Oh, a new goalie has been added to the roster! 🤗

So, this is obv my first time writing for this young cutie pie, but I hope I've managed to capture his essence alright 🤍 I wasn't sure how good his English had become at this point, but after watching a few videos, I found it so endearing listening to him speak 🌺

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it 🤍

Tropes and warnings; friends to lovers; Pyotr Kochetkov x reader; just pure fluff; no warnings

Word count; 2.3K+

“Just tell me I’m the one" I Pyotr Kochetkov 🖋️🌺

Pyotr Kochetkov had never been particularly confident when it came to matters of the heart.

As a goaltender, he was steady and unyielding, a reliable last line of defence for the Carolina Hurricanes. On the ice, he knew his role and executed it with precision, but when it came to understanding the intricacies of romantic interest, he was often feeling rather uncertain and maybe even act a little playful about it. His teammates would frequently joke about his stoic nature, teasing that he was more comfortable facing a breakaway than a heartfelt conversation, and he always just laughed along. It didn’t bother him at all, yet he couldn’t help but feel a stir within him.

What they didn’t know details of was that lately, his mind had been occupied with thoughts far away from the ice rink, as he couldn't help but notice how close you and Andrei Svechnikov had become over the past few weeks and months—always sharing inside jokes, laughing together during team dinners, and exchanging glances that seemed to speak volumes. Each moment chipped away at his composure, leaving him restless and distracted.

And one evening after practice, Pyotr found himself sitting alone in the quiet of the locker room, still in his gear, turning over these thoughts in his mind. As he’d skated off the ice, his mind was clouded with conflicting emotions. The day's practice had been just fine as he usually found solace in the repetitive motions and camaraderie of the team.

However, he had then spotted you in the stands, chatting animatedly with Andrei. He knew the two of you had been friends for some time, and that your bond was unmistakable, yet his heart sank every time he saw you laughing together, a pit of jealousy and insecurity forming in his stomach. And though he knew it was irrational, he just couldn't help the way he felt.

The room, usually buzzing with the energy of his teammates, was now a sanctuary of solitude, and the only sounds were the distant echoes of equipment being packed away and the faint hum of the air conditioning. Pyotr stared at the ground, his thoughts a tangled mess of insecurity and longing, as he couldn't deny the twinge of jealousy that gnawed at him whenever he saw you and Andrei together. Were you interested in Svechnikov? Did you see him as more than a friend?

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The truth was that you too harboured deep feelings for the young goaltender. From the moment you met Pyotr Kochetkov, you had felt something different - a sensation you couldn't quite pinpoint at first, yet it became clear as you spent more time around Andrei and Pyotr, particularly during the English lessons you helped them with: the fluttering in your stomach whenever Pyotr was near were butterflies of love.

Pyotr had no idea about the emotions you held for him. You had done everything possible to keep them hidden, but that had been easier said than done. Andrei had quickly noticed the romantic tension lingering between the two of you, although he never explicitly mentioned it. He would only tease you lightly about your crush when you were alone, not wanting to meddle but secretly hoping his two friends would eventually confess their feelings for each other. Yet, neither of you ever did.

There was one day though, when Andrei thought you were close to revealing your feelings. It happened during one of your casual coffee meetings, where you often helped Pyotr and Andrei with their English. Because you had Russian roots through your grandmother, you had suggested these kinds of sessions, something more informal and relaxed than typical English lessons.

And on this particular day, the topic of love and expressing emotions came up. The sun was setting outside the café window, casting a warm, golden glow over the table where the three of you sat. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint scent of pastries, creating an inviting atmosphere. Pyotr sat next to you; his striking brown eyes focused intently on the phrases written on the paper before him. His brow furrowed slightly in concentration, making him look even more endearing.

"I am in love with you," Pyotr read out loud, practising his pronunciation. His voice was soft, almost reverent, as he spoke the words. "You are the one for me."

"Exactly, just like that," you replied with a sweet smile, trying to hide the quickening of your heartbeat. "That's exactly how you'd say it.”

"And this is—'Would you like to go out with me?'" he asked, smiling softly as he read the next line from the paper. His smile was shy, almost hesitant, yet it lit up his face in a way that made your heart skip a beat.

You felt another flutter in your tummy as he smiled, and you nodded. "Yeah, that's really good pronunciation. You're ready to actually go out and say it...to someone." Your voice was soft, tinged with hope that he would catch on to your subtle hints. The café’s ambient chatter seemed to fade into the background as you willed him to understand what you truly meant. However, when he simply moved on to the next line, you felt convinced he would never see you that way. The moment passed, leaving you with a bittersweet ache.

Meanwhile, sitting opposite you, Andrei was on the verge of pulling his hair out. How could the two of you not see it? It was so obvious to everyone else. You were sitting so close together, practising phrases about love and dating, yet neither of you seized the opportunity to act on it.

So, by the end of the day, Andrei was ready to confront the situation directly. As Pyotr had left for his goaltender yoga training, he looked at you with a curious expression.

"What?" you asked, noticing his intense gaze. "What is it, Andrei?"

"How can you not see it?" he asked, almost out of breath from frustration. "You and Pyotr... It's so clear—you like each other. You should go out on dates."

You shook your head. "He doesn't see me that way, Andrei... clearly, otherwise, he would... you know."

Andrei sighed deeply. "Y/N, Pyotr really, really likes you. But he's just a guy. He doesn't know how to express these things, even when it's right in front of him." He looked at you with a soft expression and added, "Not even in Russian."

You sighed softly, realising that you might have put too much hope and faith into small clues and hints that no one else understood as a request for something beyond friendship. "You really think he likes me?" you asked timidly.

"Y/N, Pyotr is head over heels in love with you," Andrei assured you with a gentle smile.

And you couldn't help but chuckle lightly. Andrei was truly an amazing friend, and you knew he would make someone very happy one day.

"And now I'm sure you’ve actually learned something from today's lesson – using a phrase like that."

Andrei’s revelation had sparked a flicker of courage within you. And armed with newfound confidence, you resolved to confront Pyotr about your feelings. You had rehearsed the words in your mind, imagining how his reaction might unfold, but when you arrived at practice the following day, your hopes were dashed.

As you walked down the corridor, you saw Pyotr in deep conversation with a girl from the team’s support staff. Their body language spoke volumes—laughter, shared glances, a familiarity that cut through you like a knife. And it was clear he was asking her out, using the same phrases you had practised with him just days ago. The realisation hit you like a punch to the gut. You stood there, frozen, trying to process the sight before you. The warmth that had blossomed in your chest turned cold, replaced by a sinking feeling of disappointment and hurt.

But in truth, Pyotr had been dealing with a broken heart for some time, misinterpreting your growing closeness with Andrei as something more. And convinced that pursuing you would only bring him more pain, he decided to focus his attention elsewhere, hoping to distract himself from the agony of unreturned love.

Meanwhile, Andrei was caught between frustration and sympathy. He had watched the two of you skirt around your true feelings for far too long. Each missed chance to express yourselves left him exasperated, as he deeply cared for both of you and longed for you to recognise what was so evident to everyone else.

The hallway buzzed with activity around you, unaware of the emotional turmoil unfolding within. Pyotr and the girl exchanged smiles, arranging plans for the weekend, while you stood rooted to the spot, grappling with the shattered remnants of your hopes and the harsh reality before you.

And sensing your distress, Andrei approached quietly. His expression mirrored your anguish, a silent acknowledgment of shared disappointment. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he murmured softly, his voice tinged with regret. "He asked her out?"

You nodded your head numbly, unable to find the words. The weight of unspoken truths hung heavy in the air between you. And in that moment, the best comfort Andrei could offer was a tight, friendly hug. A hug that didn’t escape the corner of Pyotr’s eye.

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The next day, however, the weight of unspoken emotions became too much for you to bear. As you watched the team wrap up after the day’s practice, you suddenly felt determined to confront Pyotr. So, finally breaking free from the uncertainty that had plagued you both, you steeled yourself for the conversation you had been avoiding.

Meanwhile, after a rigorous training session, Pyotr trudged back to the locker room with a heavy heart. He had been trying to distance himself from the sight of you and Andrei together, hoping to quell the ache of jealousy that gnawed at him. And as he began to strip off his gear, the echoes of laughter and shared moments between you and Andrei haunted him still, causing the sound of approaching footsteps to startle him. And as he turned to see you standing in the doorway, your expression offered a mix of concern and determination.

"Pyotr, can we talk?" you asked softly, your voice breaking the heavy silence that hung between you.

He merely nodded, trying to steady his emotions. "Sure, what's up?"

You hesitated for a moment, gathering your thoughts before speaking again, and your eyes searched his, hoping to find the courage to voice what had been weighing on your heart. "I've noticed you've been distant lately. Is everything okay?"

Pyotr sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I... I have just had a lot on mind."

"Like what?" you gently pressed, taking a tentative step closer to him.

Then taking a deep breath, Pyotr knew it was now or never. "I see how close you are with Andrei. The way you laugh together, the way you look at each other... It is hard not to feel like I'm just an outsider."

Surprise flickered across your face, and you shook your head earnestly. "Pyotr, no. It’s not like that with Andrei. We’re just friends, I promise."

Pyotr looked away, unable to handle the intensity of your gaze. "Then what is it? Why do I feel like you’re always with him and not me?"

Your heart ached at his words, and you reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. "Because I’ve been scared, Pyotr. Scared that you wouldn’t feel the same way about me."

His eyes flickered back to yours, filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "What do you mean?"

Summoning all your courage, you took a deep breath, your voice barely above a whisper. "I care about Andrei, but not the way I care about you. I want you, Pyotr. I’ve wanted you for a long time. I just didn’t know how to tell you."

Pyotr's heart skipped a beat, his mind racing as he absorbed your confession. "Are you serious?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

You nodded firmly, stepping closer to him. "Yes, but then I saw you with that other girl and…" You trailed off with a defeated sigh, the pain of seeing him with someone else clear in your eyes. "And I couldn’t believe it when Andrei told me that you might actually like me back."

A wave of guilt washed over Pyotr as he realised how his actions had inadvertently hurt you. "I do like you. She... doesn't mean anything to me," he blurted out earnestly, desperate to reassure you.

"Really?" you asked, searching his eyes for sincerity.

Pyotr nodded fervently, a small smile tugging at his lips despite the lingering doubts.

"Just... please, tell me I'm the one."

"You're the one," he affirmed softly, his voice filled with unwavering certainty. "I have wanted you too, but I was afraid to say anything."

A sense of relief washed over you, tears of joy threatening to spill over as Pyotr's admission lifted a weight off your shoulders that you had carried for far too long. And a radiant smile spread across your face, your heart soaring with happiness. "Then what are we waiting for?"

Then without hesitation, Pyotr pulled you into his arms. Closing the gap between you he leaned down to capture you lips with his, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. The kiss was tender, yet filled the desire that had been lingering for a while.

The tension that had once divided you melted away in the warmth of his embrace, replaced by a newfound closeness and understanding. And in that moment, surrounded by the familiar scents of sweat and equipment in the locker room, you both knew this was the beginning of something beautiful.

For Pyotr, the doubts and insecurities that had clouded his heart were swept aside by the overwhelming joy of knowing that you chose him. And for you, the journey of unspoken feelings finally found its voice, setting the stage for a love that had waited patiently in the wings.

As you rested against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, Pyotr knew that despite the challenges that lay ahead, you were the one he wanted by his side. And that was all he needed to feel complete.

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cloudzoro · 2 months ago

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Hi! Love your work, you are incredibly talented! I especially liked the Shuggy piece, I think I’ve read it like 5 times lol. If you’re still taking requests, I think Jinbe with 11 and/or 39 would be pretty cool. Thanks so much for the fun reads!

Hiii!!!! I'm so so so glad that you enjoy my work.vmy shuggy x reader is also a fave of mine so I'm happy to see others enjoy it ♡. Also thanks for the jinbe request! my man doesn't receive enough love! I'm a bit in my feelings so I went with prompt 39 🤧

39 - comfort sex

cw: fem!reader, mention of jinbe having 2 cocks, size kink, husband jinbe because jinbe is so husband core, unprotected sex,

Husband Duties | Jinbe ♡

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you're feeling down after a fight so your husband helps you feel better

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Married life has always suited Jinbe. He thrives when he has someone to take care of. He's reading when you, his beloved wife, swing open the door and lay down on the bed next to him.

“I'm so tired”, you whine, pushing your face into the pillows. Jinbe puts his book down, turning to give you all his attention. You're exhausted from the most recent fight. You're mostly injury-free, but all your muscles are sore.

“Do you need anything, my love?” he asks, hand trailing over your back. You nod, tucking yourself against him. The fight was particularly rough; you fucked up severely, almost getting yourself killed and causing Jinbe to leave his post to save you. You're usually a solid fighter; your husband or one of your crew having to rescue you is a rare occurrence. Your pride is wounded, and you're wallowing in insecurity.

“My back hurts a little,” you say. Jinbe doesn't need you to elaborate. He helps you to undress and adjusts the way that he's sitting so that he can press his hands into your shoulders. He works hard to distress you. Your husband's strong hands drain your body of all the stress it's harbouring until there's nothing less but raw emotions. Tears fall silently down your cheeks as you release all the pent-up frustration. Despite your cries being silent, Jinbe notices immediately.

“What's wrong, my Dear?” he asks, turning you over. “What can I do to make it better?” Your heart clenches at your husband's concern for you, but there's a much more distracting ache in your body you'd rather deal with first. Despite your distress, massages were often used as foreplay for the two of you, and you can't help the way your mind has wandered.

“It's just all my stress depleting, which means you did a good job with your massage. There is something you can do for me though”

“And what's that?” he asks, already having an inkling about what you're going to say next.

“That massage got me all worked up. I want you to touch me.”

When you first started dating, your straightforwardness had flustered Jinbe, but now it just makes him hard. Your mouth is dirtier than his, and he's obsessed with it. He nods, returning to his massage. He moves his hands down to your thighs, rubbing at the skin there. He's so close to your pussy that it makes you squirm. He chuckles at your movement, causing you to groan. “please don't tease me; I'm so wet.”

Jinbe can't say no to his little wife. He moves his massage between your legs, rubbing at your clit. He pushes a finger into your soaked hole, and you moan out at the feeling. Your husband is huge. He has to work you up to his cock. It's been a few years since you married, yet you still struggle to take him. He adds another finger, curling and scissoring them inside you. You need him so badly. He eagerly fingers you open. He whispers praises as your pussy pulses around his thick fingers.

You cum on his fingers, legs clamping shut around his hand. He works you through it, keeping his fingers moving as his gaze remains locked on your face. You can feel the love in his gaze as your chest heaves in exhaustion. Your orgasm does little to quell your weary mind, and in desperate need of further distraction, you claw at his arms.

“Please, Jinbe, I need your cock”, You say. He nods, fully undressing himself to match you. You feel your mouth watering at the site of his cocks. Being a shark fishman, he has two. Though you've only been able to successfully take both twice in your relationship, one of those times being on your wedding night. He knows you wouldn't be able to take both right now, so he settles on flipping you onto your hands and knees and lining up one of his cocks with your hole. He slowly pushes in, working himself inside you with shallow thrusts. He gently covers your mouth with his hand to stop your moans from waking up the rest of the crew.

Jinbe finally bottoms out and pauses inside you, relishing in how you feel around him, also giving you time to adjust. He drapes himself over, and you whimper at the realisation of how big he really is. Your husband is so sweet to you that it's easy to forget he's a former warlord of the sea. It isn't until he's got you trapped beneath him that you remember how powerful he is. While scary to others, it makes you feel safe and secure to know you have him lingering around you at all times.

“ What happened earlier wasn't your fault, sweetheart. You don't have to be so worked up over it,” he says as he starts to move his hips. Of course, he saw through your white lie. Jinbe is both patient and observant; nothing gets past him. “You're so strong.” His voice is as sure as ever as he squashes your worries with each heavy thrust. He reaches around you to press against your lower stomach. “can you feel me in there?” he asks. The sensation of him pressing against his own cock through your tummy is weird, but it feels so good. You're all but screaming into Jinbe's hand when a well-angled thrust sends you head-first into your orgasm. It crashes over you in waves, making your whole body tremble. Jinbe can't keep himself together anymore and cums too, filling you up with his seed.

“Thank you”, you whine as he rolls off of you and grabs tissues from the bedside table to clean you up.

“Do you feel better now?” he asks, laying down beside you and pulling you on top of him to rest. You nod, too exhausted to give him a response. All fucked out and cuddled up in your husband's arms, you fall asleep in minutes. Jinbe smiles, knowing he'll be there to chase away all the nasty thoughts clouding your beautiful mind.

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thank you so much for reading! comments and reblogs are appreciated ♡♡♡♡

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angstywaifu · 4 months ago

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The Lost Sister - Part 35

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC (Ophelia Riorson)

NSFW. 18+. SMUT. Signet Use. Unprotected Sex. Oral (f receiving)

The Lost Sister Masterlist | Masterlist

I had only seen Garrick lost for words a few times in my life. But this had to take top spot. Even above him finding out I was alive after all those years. Back then I hadn’t looked entirely like me. The red hair a stark contrast to the black hair he had seen me grow up with. Back then I hadn’t fully felt like me. Like something was missing. And now, standing in front of Garrick with my hair its natural black, it felt like I was. Bodhi gives me a brief smile and nod before quickly leaving Garrick and I alone. It was one thing Bodhi was always good at. He always knew how to read a situation or moment. And he knew this moment was just for Garrick and I. Garrick who has not moved a single muscle, still frozen to the spot staring at me. I step forward cautiously, as if trying to approached a startled animal. But honestly with how Garrick is looking at me, he almost is a startled animal. Frozen to the spot, not knowing what to do.

”I was expecting a reaction of out this, but I wasn’t expecting to leave you speechless.” I tease as I stop in front of him, placing my hands on his shoulders as I run my hands down his arms.

Despite the heat, Garrick shivers under my touch. His breathing coming out shaky and uneven as he just stares at me.

”To be fair sweetheart, the last time I saw you with this hair, was the last time I thought I saw you alive.” He says softly as he captures my hands in his. “I thought I'd lost you forever." His voice trembles slightly as he lifts my hands to his lips, pressing a tender kiss against my knuckles.

”But you didn’t.” I say softly as I cup one of his cheeks with my hand, Garrick immediately leaning into my touch. “I’m here. Alive. And I’m not going anywhere.”

”I know, but I still wake up every day pinching myself to make sure it’s real. Make sure you really are here with me. So excuse me if I need a moment to make sure this is actually real when you look like…” Garrick’s eyes move down my body, before landing on my exposed leg in the slit of my skit. His hands grabbing at the material. “How did I not notice this?”

”And you’re meant to be the observant run. Must have really got you good.” I tease.

”You did. In more ways than one.” He muses

I go to ask what he means, but I feel the tug of his emotions. I open my mind to them, and know instantly what Garrick wants. As if knowing I’ve reach out to his emotions, Garrick pulls me flush against him.

And with one swift movement, he captures my lips with his own, pouring all the love and longing he's been harbouring into our kiss. His hands wrap around me tightly as if afraid I might disappear again. "I love you," he murmurs against my lips, his voice thick with emotion.

"I love you too," I respond, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. His gaze is intense, filled with relief and unspoken promises. I can't help but smile at him, my heart swelling with the love I feel for this man. Holding onto him tightly, I whisper, "And I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

And with that Garrick bends down, scooping me up into his arms before walking us over to the dorms. With how fast he’s walking, I don’t complain about him picking me up. There was no way I would have been able to keep up. Within minutes he’s kicking his door closed and placing me on his bed as he kneels in front of me. His hands caressing the exposed skin of my legs, trailing down to start untying the boots I had opted for over the slippers most people wore.

His movements are slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine. It's as if he's afraid that any sudden movement might shatter the moment. After the boots are off, he gently caresses up my leg, his mouth leaving a trail kisses up the inside of my leg. Each kiss causing me to shiver in anticipation of what's to come. Garrick grips the back of my legs, pulling me to the edge of the bed, sliding my underwear down before hooking both my legs over his shoulder as he manoeuvres the skirt to leave me completely open to him. I barely get a glimpse of the hungry look in Garrick’s eyes before his mouth is on me.

”Garrick” I breathe out, my hands tugging on his curls as his arms hook around my thighs, holding open as they try to close around his head. His hands sure to leave marks from how tight he was gripping me.

Within seconds I can barely keep my self upright, laying down on the bed as profanities fall from my lips. Garrick was licking and sucking like a starved man. My thighs shaking much quicker than normal as Garrick adds his fingers to the mix. Curling them with every thrust. Hitting a spot that has my eyes rolling into the back of my head, back arching off the bed as I grind on his face.

”Eager, Mo Gradh?” He breathes out, replacing his tongue with his thumb as he stares up at me.

His hazel eyes blown out, curls dishevelled from my hands, and my arousal glistening on his lips that have formed into his signature smirk.

”Always eager for- Fuck!” I moan out, eyes rolling back in my head again as he adds another finger.

I barely hear his chuckle before he dives back in, pretty much making out with me. His tongue dragging along my folds, his lips wrapping around my clit and sucking sharply before alternating between harsh sucks and lightly flicking it with his tongue. It doesn’t take long before I’m clenching around his fingers, trying to ride his face more. Each thrust of his fingers bringing me dangerously close to the edge.

”You want to cum sweetheart?” He asks, his voice low and gravelly. “C’mon then, finish for me Mo Gradh.”

As if my body was waiting for the words, I become a shaking moaning mess as I ride Garrick’s fingers, my legs clamping around his head as I arch fully off the bed. I can barely hear Garrick over the intense pleasure racking my body as he rides me through my high. His fingers not faltering once as he prolongs it, dragging it out as long as he can. I barely register the bed sinking before Garrick pulls me into his lap, pulling my chest flush against his as he starts to undo the corset of my uniform. His arousal very evident between my legs. I open my eyes slowly to see him smiling down at me as I rest my head against his shoulder.

”Welcome back to the land of the living.” He teases as his fingers trail down my now exposed back, causing me to shiver.

”Was I out long?” I mutter as I lazily stroke up and down his chest.

”Long enough to undress and pull you into my lap without any response.” He muses as he unclasps my skirt, letting it fall to the floor with my corset.

”Maybe I need to dye my hair black more often.” I tease as I sit back, looking him directly in the eyes.

Garrick hums in agreement before burying his face in my neck and slowly kissing down my neck. “You are never changing your hair from black again.” He growls into my neck, his hands tightening on my waist.

”You going to tie me down to make sure I don’t?” I tease, grinding down on him, his teeth biting down on my neck causing me to gasp.

”Oh don’t give me ideas sweetheart.” He mumbles into my neck.

Garrick’s hands go to grab my wrists, probably intent on pinning me down. But I was quicker. I reach into his mind, tell his body to lie down, hands above his head. And he does. Garrick’s eyes going wide with panic as he tries to sit up and move his arms. I giggle as I rise on my knees as I hover above him, reaching down between us to line us up. Instantly Garrick’s eyes go from panicked to aroused. Garrick opens his mouth to speak, but I quickly lower myself onto him, my arousal from earlier make it very easy to sink down onto him in one smooth motion. I feel Garrick’s mind fight against my control. Wanting to reach out and place his hands on my hips. To guide me up and down as he thrusts up into me. But I command him not to. Watching as he fights between being aroused but also wanting to be in control. I hadn’t told him I had started to master my control over people. Only recently turning Carr’s janky puppet like movements into smooth almost believable movements. I place my hands on Garrick’s chest, using it as leverage as I slowly move up and down, feeling as Garrick fights my control more as his head rolls back into the bed, his back arching off the bed with the little amount of movement I let him have. Every second that passes I watch as he struggles against the control, wanting more freedom. After a few more minutes of watching Garrick be a mixture of blissed out pleasure and struggling against my will, I let go of his mind. It takes a few seconds for Garrick to realise he’s got full control, his eyes going wide as he goes to fight against my will but his heads fly out and grasp onto my hips like he’s been trying to for the last few minutes. His cocky grin appears on his face as he moves into a kneeling position, holding me in his lap as I wrap my legs around him. His hips lazily thrusting up into me as he buries his head in my neck.

”I don’t know if I should be impressed you can do that now, or if I should fuck you stupid for putting me through that torture.” Garrick mumbles into my my neck.

”How about you be impressed later.” I breath out, arching into Garrick as he bites lightly on my neck.

”I like the sound of that.” He muses.

In true Garrick fashion he’s manoeuvred us into a new position within seconds, a squeal escaping my lips as my back lands on the bed. My hands above my head, trapped in the tight grip of one of Garrick’s. I pout up at him as he laughs at me.

”Two can play at that game sweetheart. Time for you to get a taste of your own medicine.”

Cocky bastard.

I could have spoken out loud, but there was something satisfying about seeing the initial shock in Garrick’s eyes whenever I spoke in his mind. And as usual I see the fleeting panic in his eyes before the cockiness returns. His free hand manoeuvres my legs to rest on his shoulders. A favourite position of his, cause it always hit the perfect spot. And with the cocky glint in his eyes I knew I would be a mumbling mess within minutes if that. Garrick moves his hips slowly, easing me into the new position. I was already squirming against him, my arms fighting the grip he had on my wrists above my head. Each thrust just hitting that perfect spot. Just enough to have me satisfied, but also wanting move.

”P-please Garrick.” I mumble as I arch off the bed.

”Do you want me to go faster Mo Gradh? Want me to fuck you stupid?” He teases.

I gasp as he reaches between us, fingers lightly caressing my clit. Causing me to squirm and writher beneath him. Gods he was being cocky tonight.

”Y-yes. Please Garrick.” I plead.

And he does. Both hands moving to grip my hips as he lifts them up off the bed before thrusting into me. My hands finding purpose on the bed beneath us as I grip onto the sheets tightly. I thank the gods we regularly check the sound wards we put on Garrick’s room as I moan his name loudly, followed by a mix of profanities. Which only spurs Garrick on as his pace increases, to the point I barely get a break between his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside me. The familiar feeling building between my legs happens way quicker than normal, but gods I was not complaining with how good it felt. As I open my eyes to look up at Garrick, I see him blissfully looking down at me, also close to being done. His hazel eyes blown out. His cheeks thoroughly flushed. And a few of his curls stuck to his forehead. I’m so lost in his eyes I don’t see his hand move before his fingers meet my clit again. I cry out as I arch my back, eyes rolling back in my head as I tip over the edge. I vaguely hear Garrick cry out my name as he falls forward, bracing him self on his hands either side of me. His hips slow down their pace as he rolls to his side, pulling me with him as he pulls me into a heated kiss. I whimper against his lips as he slowly pulls out of me, his arms constricting around me as he pulls me closer.

It feels like our bliss only lasts a few seconds before we hear doors slamming and commotion outside. Garrick and I break apart, trying to listen for what could be going on. I go to relax back into Garrick’s embrace as the noise settles down. But a bell sounding in the distance has us both sitting bolt up right. We’re under attack.

@riorgail @going-through-shit @fw-gt @bbkissme99 @xceafh @leptitlu @came-to-laugh-but-cried @onthewaytotimbuktu @daardyrnitta @lovemesomevesey @mxtokko @krowiathemythologynerd @callsign-blue @1islessthan3books @side-angel @wolfbc97 @just-an-ace-elf

#fourth wing fanfic #fourth wing #garrick tavis x reader #garrick tavis #garrick tavis imagine #garrick tavis x oc #fourth wing x reader #fourth wing smut #fourth wing imagine #garrick tavis smut

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mistmarigold · 5 months ago

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What if Sunjae doesn’t die the night he meets Sol? (lovely runner au)

Sunjae didn’t care about the cold or the falling snow as he stands outside Sol’s building, seeing the lights open and close as she makes her way to her apartment. There was a deep hollowness inside him, a void that has been there since past 15 years, a festering wound that never really had an opportunity to heal because he would never let it heal.

Seeing Sol again after all those years - as his fan, no less - he wasn’t sure what to feel. It was almost as if his heart and mind were numb yet he could hear and feel the screeches of his own internal screams, demanding to be let out.

The door to Sol’s apartment closes. A moment later, the light shuts down too. But he remains frozen, standing there, unable to move.

“Ryu Sunjae?”

It wasn’t until Sol’s mother, Park Bok-soon, came in to his view that he realised she called out to him.

He bowed his head in greeting, “hello.”

“Oh, it’s so nice to see you! Have you been well?”

He was so, so tempted to just nod and smile and be on his way. But it felt as if his limbs had given up on him; drained from keeping up the charade for all these years and at last gave up.

“Why don’t you come in? I’ll make you some hot tea - it’s snowing already. Nobody will see you at this time so don’t worry about anything,” she offered and gestured him to follow her.

Oh, how he wanted to follow her and see Sol again. Maybe talk to her as Sunjae - the boy who loved her for all these years.

He took a step forward and then held himself back, “I… should go. Thank you for your consideration.”

Bok-soon took a good look at him this time around then back up at their home and then she said, “if you have time, can we talk for a moment? Right ahead, there is a small playground there, we can sit there.”

Sunjae wasn’t sure what she wanted to say but it was an excuse to linger and so he did.

They walked to the playground and then sat on the opposite ends of a bench there.

Bok-soon wriggled her hands in her lap and then began, “I know it’s been years to this and perhaps you don’t even remember it anymore but I realised I never properly thanked you.”

Sunjae’s hand clenches the edge of his coat.

She continued, “if it wasn’t for you that day, I would’ve lost Sol back then. I know that day must’ve been hard for you too, I don’t wish to bring up bad memories.”

She looked at him then, his gaze seemingly empty but harbouring years worth of feelings.

“I just wanted to apologise for everything Sol said then - things haven’t been easy for her. It took her a long time to make peace with what happened. And you weren’t to blame for it, you were just a boy back then and you saved her life. Recently, she even asked about you-“

“She did?” He interrupted.

Bok-soon nodded, “she asked who saved her and how she wishes she knew so she could thank them.”

The small bloom of hope in Sunjae’s heart wilted but still retained some of its life.

“She doesn’t remember anything about those days either. She doesn’t remember the curses or the screaming. From her point of view, she doesn’t even know she yelled at you,” she chuckles. “I couldn’t tell her that it was her favourite Idol, could I now? She would think I was messing with her. A part of me was scared too because I didn’t know anything about you.”

She took a deep breath.

“Sunjae, I don’t know what you were doing here. But I’m seeing it as a sign to tie loose ends - to make apologies and express gratitude. You saved Sol, but with her, you also saved me and my family. And so, I want to do the least bit I can: invite you over for a meal. Whenever you have time, if you would like to come, I don’t want to pressurise you but I would be so delighted if you come.” Bok-soon gave him an encouraging, wide smile.

She rummaged through her bag to tear out a paper from a tiny notebook and wrote down her address and number on it.

“We live in that building right there, on 3rd floor. I’ve listed down the apartment number and my phone too, just in case. Here, take it. I know it’s too late but let me treat you for what you did back then - knowing that it won’t be enough.”

She enclosed the small piece of paper in his hand before getting up to leave, “take care of yourself, Sunjae. If you’re well, Sol is well. That girl adores you far too much, alongside the entire country! It’s all the good karma you’ve been accumulating.”

She started walking back towards the building, when Sunjae abruptly stood up, “what about Sol? Wouldn’t she be startled to see me?”

Bok-soon nodded, “I’m sure she’ll be but she can get over it. As long as you don’t mind, I think she should know you’re the reason she is alive and well today. It’s only fair. But even if you don’t want her to know, you’re always welcome to come as an old neighbour. Then, I’ll see you someday soon, goodbye!”

The snow fell heavily and Sunjae kept standing there, clutching a piece of paper with a thousand thoughts and feelings assaulting him - as if they never left. He didn’t know what life had in store for him but he had been given a reason to wait for another day.

Back in his car, his manager asks him, “it’s quite late and snowing a lot too, should I drop you off at your place instead of the hotel? It’ll be more comfortable.”

In a daze, Sunjae nodded at him, not really registering his words while holding on to Sol’s bright smile - same as the first day they met - to, at last, anchor himself.

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Part 2 here.

Note: No taxi driver in this (hopefully) multi-part fic bec there’s already enough for me to lose my mind over aka plot builders

#how do i end up here always #it’s been WEEKS #og soljae let go of me #idk if i’ll be able to follow through #on a multi-part fic but i will try #there’s SO much to explore there #the angst potential is high #it’s a bit scary too 😭#lovely runner #lovely runner fic #my fics #kdrama

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jesssssssssica · 1 year ago

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you like my girlfriend op81 & ls2

“admit it!” oscar says, putting his face right up against his friends, a scarily calm expression worn on his face.

“admit what?” logan replies, face screwing up in genuine confusion at the sudden exclamation from his friend.

“you like my girlfriend!”

oh, now logan understood.

time pauses as he collects his thoughts, oscar’s chest slowly rising waiting for the time to fall and then repeat the steps again.

‘had i really been that obvious?’ he thinks, wondering whether someone had caught his lingering gaze on you, panic taking over his mind and body.

he hadn’t meant to fall in love

he hadn’t meant to feel this way towards you, his best friends girlfriend, one he had been dating since what seems like forever, one that he had introduced into his friend group wanting you to make more friends, one that he loved wholeheartedly and now he had to go and screw things up by falling for the girl.

he thinks of ways to justify it but the only thing he comes up with is “well how’d you expect me not to? that girl is an angel and it’s not my fault that she swept me off my feet, so don’t think for one second i chose to like her more than i should. i thought at first it would just go away, but she’s everywhere and i’m sorry. i’m sorry that every time i close my eyes i think of me and her and not you and her and their best friend logan. trust me i’ve tried to get rid of this feeling but every time i try and run away she always reels me back in. i'm sorry oscar.”.

‘no that’s not good,’ he thinks ‘i’ll only just end up crying my eyes out as i speak and that’ll be no good’

so instead he says, with his eyes screwed tight.

“oh cmon, i mean am i attracted to her? sure. do my days feel better when i’m around her? yeah. does she get me in ways no woman ever has? indubitably. do i fantasise about her? yes, but only in two positions. look, am i the kind of guy who would try and steal someone else’s girlfriend? sure, of course but do i like her? the answer is no, you have nothing to worry about.”

oscar blinks as logan slowly peels his eyes open, staring at his friend.

“oh” oscar utters, his words being the only words he can manage to get out right now, still trying to process the words that logan has just told him, watching his best friend's chest rise up and down quickly, waiting in fear and anticipation of oscar's reaction.

what was oscar meant to say? did logan just expect him to put on his best smile and act as if he hadn’t just heard a confession all about the love he had for his girlfriend, someone that would always speak to logan on a night out? logan was someone that oscar trusted with his life and to know that man was harbouring love, no not love, more like an infatuation, the whole time for his girlfriend left him vulnerable and in a hole.

“oscar?” logan says, voice small and quiet, sounding more like a child than a twenty two year old.

“i’m just thinking.”

and that was true, he was thinking long and hard about where the two of them stood after the confession. if he forgave him and continued to be friends with him then he would always have to watch the two of them, looking for signs of logan still being in love with y/n.

maybe he could just end it all, their friendship he means, but it will leave a mark in his heart because no matter how hard he tries to deny it, logans have always been there and two, it wouldn’t only affect just his and logan's lives, but also y/n’s.

y/n, the only lifeline and rock he had left. his beautiful girlfriend that meant the world to him, the person that could make him smile on even the worst days. as he sits, he thinks about that one time after a bad race in f2, the time when was so angry with the world, ignoring everyone, everyone but her, his angel standing in a crowd of his engineers, each of them patting his back in sympathy, everyone but her. that was the day he realised he had found the person.

the person was the mystery woman his mother would always talk about whenever he was feeling down and upset or having struggles to think of happy thoughts to help him succumb to sleep. the person was the woman that every young little boy wishes they could marry and love, though when they grow up they realise that no such woman exists, well they do but they just end up with some stranger that always takes them for granted and yet the person never seems to realise because they really do love them.

now that he really thinks about it, he can’t help but feel like the dumbest person in the world for not having realised since their very first date together, that this was the woman he was destined to marry, he feels even more stupid that it took a confession of love from his best friend for him to realise.

“i-” oscar starts, “listen logan. i will never be able to forget today and the words that you’ve told me and our friendship probably won’t go back to how it was ten minutes ago but thank you, i know that if i were in your situation then maybe i would never have confessed and yet you did, i mean of course i had my suspicions so i would’ve been wary either way but shit sorry, i’m rambling but you know what i mean.”

“you’re lucky to have her, you know.” logan sighs, tears threatening to spill.

the thought of what could’ve happened if he had met you first always crosses his mind being the cause of many sleepless nights but it was worth it all. in this perfect world, oscar was the one that sent him over to talk to the pretty girl across the club, not the other way around. In his mind oscar was the one living with the constant pain of being the one in love with y/n and having to deal with the consequences of his own actions. in this world, logan would be the one on the receiving end of words of encouragement and kisses after a good race and a hug that speaks a thousand words when the race doesn’t go exactly as planned. in his mind logan didn’t have to sleep around as a way to fill the empty hole that y/n had accidentally created. if only he wasn’t a good friend.

“i know” oscar says back before a knock sounds out.

“come in” logan shouts out, thinking that it was an engineer telling oscar that one of his ‘mclaren buddies’ was wanting him to return to his garage.

it wasn’t.

it was just y/n.

just his luck.

“i knew you would be here!” her voice coos, hands reaching out to hug oscar, who quickly reciprocates the hug and wraps an arm around her waist.

“shows we’re meant to be.” oscar says back facing logan.

“must be.” y/n replies before turning towards the other person in the room, “hey logan! how are you?”

“i’m perfect y/n. just perfect.”

lies.

#oscar piastri #oscar piastri imagine #f1 imagine #f1 imagines #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 imagines #logan sargeant #logan sargeant imagine

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weirdsht · 4 months ago

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More Than Deserving - Kim Rok Soo/Reader pt. 2

notes: ik both the fics are short but i really feel like i can't put them in the same fic, like they have to be separated

tags: female reader, angst, blood, Cale might be ooc, NOVEL SPOILERS (Kim Rok Soo's life back on earth)

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are open and welcome

Buy Me Dessert

Can I Really? (pt. 1) Navigation Masterlist

You are someone who has learned how to live and thrive in a ruined world. You are someone who has survived the cataclysm when everyone around you did not. Someone who hardened at a young age just so she wouldn’t be pushed by power-tripping people.

Sometimes you hate the person you have become. Sometimes you think that you have become a coward who hides her fear in the cold wall she constantly hardens.

However, Kim Rok Soo told you otherwise.

“It’s admirable that you can stand up for yourself. Just ignore anyone who says otherwise, they are just mad that they can’t push you around.”

No matter how nonchalant his voice was, you could tell he meant every word you said. That gave you comfort. Gave you the strength you need to not conform to how other people want to.

You would like to say that it was just his words that motivated you. However, you may be a coward but you aren’t a liar.

So you can’t deny the fact that it was the person, not the words.

That it was because it was Kim Rok Soo who told you those words.

You know yourself. Know that you have been harbouring feelings for the strategist for a long time. Can’t deny the way you would try to seek him out, try to befriend him.

Because you also know that it’s where you draw the line.

It wasn’t for any grand or selfish reasons. It was merely out of respect. Out of loving him so much you don’t want your feelings to burden him. To weigh him down.

So you settled for being friends with him. He was a good friend, really. He may try to act all annoyed and irritable but he will always be there whenever you need him.

Will always be there to watch old crappy movies with you.

Buy or cook the foods you have been craving.

Be a shoulder to cry on whenever you’re feeling sad.

Always cares for you every chance he gets.

Oh my god was he just so perfect.

And it does nothing to help your feelings. Those pesky feelings that you wish would just disappear. Sometimes you would wish for the grounds to swallow you whole because your heart is beating so loud that you swear he could hear it.

But still, you did not respond to your feelings.

What can you say? You guess you love him that much. You love Kim Rok Soo so much that you can’t even think of being selfish and confessing.

Your life continued like that for a long time.

And then a little birdie with a yong let it slip that Kim Rok Soo might just reciprocate your feelings. You then responded to that birdie that you’ll try to confess after the mission you guys are going to.

Unfortunately, you never got the chance to.

The monster was unranked and way stronger than all of you had anticipated. You had no other choice other than to fight in the vanguard along with team leader Lee Soo Hyuk and ability user Choi Jung Soo.

However, despite your efforts the monsters remain unbeatable.

Before you know it the two other Soos are dead. You are covered in blood and dying too.

During your final minute, the thought of confessing crossed your mind.

Maybe it was because of the way your love was holding you so tightly in his arms.

Nonetheless, you thought against it. You cannot leave him with that kind of burden.

“I hope you find someone that can make you happy…”

‘Even if that someone cannot be me. I will be happy to see you happy.’

In the end, your love for him won over your greed of wanting to confess.

In the end, you couldn’t do it.

In the end, you just had to say your confession internally, never for Kim Rok Soo nor the world to hear.

‘I love you… I hope you can learn to love yourself too.’

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skywalker1dream · 6 months ago

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bound together by destiny

note: ehh don't know what to say...hope you have good day or night, drink water and eat healthy, loves :3

Jenson Button x reader, childhood friends to lovers

warning: fluff

In the small town, where the rolling hills kissed the sky and the rivers whispered secrets to the wind, Jenson Button and You were inseparable. From the moment you two met on the playground, your friendship ignited like a spark in the darkness, illuminating your lives with laughter and shared adventures.

As you two grew older, your bond only deepened, weaving through the fabric of your existence like an unbreakable thread. Jenson, with his passion for speed and adrenaline, found solace in your steady presence, a beacon of light in a world of uncertainty.

It was on a warm summer evening, with the scent of wildflowers lingering in the air and the distant chirping of crickets serenading the night, that everything changed. Jenson and you found yourselves sitting by the riverbank, the waters reflecting the myriad hues of the setting sun like a kaleidoscope of dreams.

As Chris Isaak's "Wicked Game" played softly on the radio, Jenson turned to you, his eyes shimmering with a vulnerability he had never dared to reveal before. "Do you ever wonder what might have been?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

you felt their heart skip a beat, the weight of Jenson's words hanging heavy in the air. "Sometimes," you admitted, your voice tinged with a mixture of longing and regret.

In that moment, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the landscape, Jenson reached out, his hand seeking yours in the dwindling light. "I've spent my whole life chasing after dreams," he confessed, his voice raw with emotion. "But the one thing I've always wanted has been right here beside me all along."

your breath caught in your throat, the realisation dawning upon you like the first light of dawn. Could it be that the feelings you harboured for Jenson ran deeper than friendship?

With trembling hands and hearts laid bare, you two leaned in, your lips meeting in a tender kiss that spoke volumes of years of unspoken longing. In that moment, as the world faded away and you two were left with nothing but the beating of your hearts and the rush of the river beside you, Jenson and you knew that your bond was stronger than any force on earth.

For in each other's arms, they found not only love but also the courage to chase after the most precious dream of all: the dream of a future together. And as they watched the stars twinkle overhead, they knew that no matter where life took them, their love would always burn bright, like a guiding light in the darkness.

As the moon ascended in the indigo sky, casting its gentle glow upon the world below, Jenson and you sat in quiet reverence, your fingers intertwined, your hearts entwined in the delicate dance of love.

"I never want to let this moment go," Jenson murmured, his voice a soft caress against your ear.

"Nor I," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "For in this moment, I have found everything I've ever longed for."

Their words hung in the air like a vow, sealing their hearts together in an unbreakable bond. In that sacred space by the riverbank, they shared dreams and aspirations, fears and insecurities, laying bare their souls to one another with a vulnerability that transcended words.

As the night wore on and the stars danced in the heavens above, Jenson and you found yourselves lost in a world of your own making, where time stood still and the worries of tomorrow faded into insignificance. It was a moment of pure magic, a symphony of love played out beneath the vast expanse of the night sky.

And as the first light of dawn painted the horizon in shades of pink and gold, Jenson and you knew that journey together had only just begun.

For in each other's arms, they had found not only solace but also the courage to embrace the unknown, hand in hand, hearts beating as one.

With the promise of a new day dawning on the horizon, they rose from their secluded spot by the riverbank, ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could overcome any obstacle that dared stand in their way.

And as they walked hand in hand into the sunrise, their hearts brimming with love and hope, they knew that theirs was a story written in the stars, a tale of two souls bound together by destiny, destined to journey through life as partners, lovers, and friends, forevermore.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #jenson button x you #jenson button x reader #jenson button #fanfic #f1

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klausysworld · 2 years ago

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Rue ruee! can you write a fluff where Klaus comforts the reader to sleep because she had a panic attack and just needs him, his snuggles and words of praise?

Never leave

(Third person)

It had been a very stressful few months.

New Orleans was a war zone and nobody had time to do anything but fight. Y/n was being put under a lot of pressure, one minute the Mikaelsons were trusting her with a big life threatening task, the next she was in the way and putting them all at risk for being an incompetent human and then the next she was protect Hope with all her might.

And so, it wasn’t really much of a surprise for her to become overwhelmed.

Her first night this week that she was able to get some sleep and she couldn’t even do that.

Her body trembled as she brought her knees to chest and hugged herself tightly. Her heart pounded to the extent that her chest felt tight, suffocating almost. Her breathing was rushed and tears slipped down her face despite her desperate efforts to not cry.

Down the hall Klaus lead in his bed on his back. Something felt off, wrong. His fingers tapped against his arm as he focused his hearing through the house. Hope was okay. He made sure of that first. Straight after he checked on Y/n, his little human. Someone he had quickly taken a liking to, something unusual for him and his siblings. She always did as asked and was loyal to a fault. He liked how determined she was even though she did not harbour any supernatural abilities, she kept Hope safe, almost like a second mother to her. Klaus could imagine her as a mother, the mother to his children. He knew how she looked at Hope as though she were her own. He cared for y/n much more than he would admit.

And it’s because of that care that he didn’t hesitate for a second when he heard the broken sob from her bedroom, the bedroom that he had urged her to have.

His legs moved fast as he reached for the handle, he twisted it quickly but it was locked.

“Y/n? Sweetheart come open the door” he called softly still rattling the handle. He only heard her cry louder, her heart beating far too fast, fear filling his senses, she reeked of it.

Without missing a beat he forced the door open, he paused seeing no danger in the room only her. Just her curled into herself shaking and sobbing. He hastily made his way over to her and put a hand on her knee but she flinched instantly making him move away, ignoring the small small pang of hurt that hit him seeing her afraid of him.

“My love” he whispered as he sat down on the edge of her bed, his hand slowly, hesitating moving to touch the back of her head, his fingers feeling her soft hair. “It’s just me sweetheart, it’s Klaus” he muttered stoking her head gently. His heart ached as her voice cracked when she echoed his name back in question.

Carefully he slipped further into the bed, pulling her tense body onto his lap, his hands tacking hers in his and interlocking their fingers

“It’s okay sweetheart” he whispered but she only cried louder, his brows furrowed as he frowned and kissed her head

“I need you to listen to me love, can you hear me okay?” He asked softly and she nodded against his chest

“I need you to take some deep breaths with me okay? I’m going to as well” he told her and she nodded weakly to his words. He helped her sit up a little more, still against him just upright as his arms circled her loosely to not constrict her

“Ready?” He uttered before instructing her to take a deep breath. They held it for several seconds before they both released, she did so slightly before him as she struggled to slow her breathing so much.

“Good girl, you’re doing great y/n, just go again” he encouraged and she breathed deeper than the last time. They both repeated their pace until her trembling ceased. Her heart slowed down to near normal, only slightly higher. Her nails dig into the bare skin of his torso as she clung to him, unaware he was only in his boxers to sleep. He ignored the way her nails broke through his skin, just kept petting her back and whispering sweet praises to her.

“It’s all okay now, everything’s better” he told her quietly, she made no noise as she kept ahold of him tightly and cried silently. His hands moved to hold her face, his thumb gently swiping her tears away as he shushed her softly

“You’re okay, you’re safe” he reminded.

“I’m sorry” she whispered and he held her a little tighter

“Don’t be sorry” he murmured kissing her forehead before tucking her under his chin

“Just close your eyes, you’ll feel better when you have rested” he persuaded

“I’m so tired” she cried as he lead down with her still on top him, the blankets pulled up over them

“I know sweetheart, just sleep” he rubbed her back encouragingly but she shook her head

“No Klaus, I’m tired of everything” she whispered and he squeezed her in reassurance

“I can’t do this anymore”

His heart stung at her words, her pain filled tone

“You don’t have to do anything your don’t want to, you’re so strong, brave. I’ll keep you safe, wherever you want to go” he promised keeping her pressed against him.

“It’s too much here” she told him and he nodded in agreement

“I know, i know” he muttered trying not to get emotional.

“Let’s just get to sleep for a bit okay?” She nodded in response and her grip on him loosened. Her hands resting against him while her face nuzzled his neck

“Please never leave me” she whispered and his chest felt tight

“I will never, never leave you”

He kept her glued to his chest for the entire night, all the next day despite his brothers yelling that he needed to get on task. Klaus kept everyone away from her to keep her relaxed, they sat in his room with little toddler Hope playing with her toys on his bed as he kissed his loves head as he lay with her.

He knew that in another life, every day would be like this, just them three, their own family.

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firelilyfox · 8 months ago

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Stardust Dreams

part three (final part)

Wonka: Willy Wonka x female reader

Warnings: very fluffy fluff

Words: 1k

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The sound of the harbour bell announces the time and Willy was getting more nervous with every second. He was waiting outside of the library for the past fifteen minutes just to make sure he wouldn’t be to late. It was freezing cold outside and the falling snow laid down on his shoulders like powdered sugar. His fingers were tightly wrapped around some flowers, he bought earlier at the nearby flower shop. Willy picked different colors because he couldn’t decide wich one she would like the most. So he choosed the colors that he reminded him of her. Warm orange, like her smile. Happy yellow, like her charisma. Lovely pink, like her blushed cheeks.

The big wooden door opens and y/n stepped out of it with a big smile on her beautiful face. Willys heart stumbled. She was like a magical figure that only existed in fairytales. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, because Willy was too afraid that she might vanish and he would find himself waking up in his bed again, to realize this was only a dream.

„Good evening, Willy“, she greeted him.

Willy smiled. „Hello y/n. These are for you.“ He handed her the flowers and when his hand touched hers for a split second, he could feel his skin tingling.

„Oh! They are beautiful Willy“, she said admiring and giving him a kiss on his cheek as a thank you. He had to lean down a bit, so she could reach it. „You must be freezing. Let’s hurry home. I prepared something to eat and after that … no. This will be a surprise.“ Y/n was thinking out loud.

She took him back to her tiny apartment right above a bookshop near the gallery gourmet. The view was breathtaking, but Willy wasn’t interested at all in looking at the city lights. He only had eyes for y/n while she was preparing the dinner table.

„I really want to help you. It feels wrong to just watch you do all the work“, he said.

Y/n looked at him sternly. „Willy Wonka I invited you to thank you for everything you did today for my little sister and for what you did for Noodle in the past. And I enjoy doing it, so don’t worry about me.“

She cooked him a wonderful meal and they shared it by candlelight. It felt nice and easy to talk about all kinds of stuff. Laughter filled the room and Willy wished he could capture this moment to make it last forever.

„Noodle is like a sister to me. Her mother took me and Ellie in, so they both are like family to us“, she told him.

Willy frowned. „You mean you were adopted by her? What about your parents?“

A sad expression flickered over her face. „They are always somewhere out there. Mom and Dad are not made to stay in one place for a long time, so they asked Ms. Smith to watch out for us in the meantime. And she did ever since.“

Willy knew the feeling of being alone way to well, so he understand the little tone of bitterness in her voice when she speaks about her parents.

„But enough about sad things for now“, she cleared her throat and got up from the table. „The evening is not over and I still have a little surprise for you, Willy.“

He smiled confused. „I thought the meal was the surprise?“

„Not at all!“ Y/n laughed. She held out her hand, waiting for Willy to take it in his. „Are you ready for some fun, Mr. Wonka?“

***

The music made Willy smile.

Y/n lead them to a little tavern that was full of people chattering in the corners, drinking wine and having a good time. On a small stage was a band of five members and their were playing some joyful songs. In the middle of the room was the dance floor and some couples already danced with bright smiles on their faces.

Y/n giggled because of the amazed look on Willys face. „You never visited a place like this am I right?“

„Well I saw many places around the world … but I never took the time to go into a pub or something. There were not much to find for my chocolate studies.“

She nodded understanding. „Well I love your chocolate Willy, but tonight we have other priorities.“

The lead singer just started another song and Willy had to speak a little louder for y/n to understand him. „And what are the priorities for tonight?“

„Having fun!“

Y/n pulled Willy to the middle of the room and started dancing. Her moves looked a bit uncontrolled and without a plan. He couldn’t help but laugh and joined her on this weird little dance-off. They had so much fun just jumping around and laughing until their faces hurt. After a couple of joyful songs, the band changes the mood and a slow rhythm started playing.

„May I?“, Willy asked and reaching out for her hand.

She smiled. „You may.“

Willy knew how to dance and he knew intuitively where to put his hands to take over the lead. Y/n rested her head on his shoulder and he enjoyed the feeling of being so close to her. Although he hoped silently she wouldn’t notice his fast beating heart.

„I need to thank you for today, y/n. I can’t remember the last time I was so carefree.“ Willy said with a lowered voice, so she would be the only one hearing him.

She looked up to him. The warm lights where shimmering in her eyes and he almost lost himself in them. „I’m glad you had a good time.“

„Maybe…“, he started. „Maybe we should do something like this again … sometime.“

Y/n looked a little nervous and for a second Willy wanted to take a step back to not make her feel uncomfortable, but then she stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the lips. It was a soft kiss, light like a feather and before Willy even realized it was over.

„I would love to do something like this again“, she said as the music speed up again.

They danced for the rest of the night until their feet hurted, their hearts were full of laughter and the butterflies in their stomaches kept on flying.

Willy knew from this moment on, that the feeling of missing something would never come back. He found the piece that he was searching for. And he intended to keep her forever.

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Perv!Eddie humping bestfriend! reader or using their hand to jerk off while they're sleeping at a sleepover

(Cw: perv!eddie, somno, 18+)

Ohhh absolutely. Eddie’s just so enamoured with you. Absolutely in love with you. Severely aching to be with you, to have you all the time. So he comes up with these little schemes.

Even though Eddie’s a nasty perv, and he knows it, he’s also not brave enough to tell you how he feels. Not yet. He’s sure if you ‘caught him’ then he could smirk and find that confidence while he makes you feel good, then that would be a great time for him to do what he needs. Eddie knows just how to work his magic on you, maybe you’re harbouring a little crush for the town metal head too.

So he invites you over for a sleepover! Or more so, you were already coming over to smoke pot, and Eddie was just being his entertaining self long enough for the time to simply slip you by. And when you finally noticed how dark it was outside, Eddie circled his arms around your waist and spun you closer, away from his door. Still dancing with you in the kitchen, to the George Michael song he swore he’d only listen to if he was playfully ‘jamming out’ to it, with you. A fact that always made you shyly smile. He convinces you to stay, still swaying with you to the music. Spinning you around and around with his hand until you got dizzy, and he caught you again, his hands sneaking under your shirt, on your lower back.

You were pretty tired anyway, Eddie always had a way of tuckering you out, whether it was from his own energy, or getting you to do things. And Eddie says Wayne’s already gone, it’s perfect!

Eddie even gets you in his clothes for pyjamas and God, he could actually drool. But sorry, his ac is busted, and most of his comfortable pants are dirty or in the wash. Eddie even lightly kicks away a pair of grey sweats, that clearly have white patches on them. Him kicking them under the bed had been the reason you’d seen those stains, looking away to spare his modesty. Even though Eddie had kicked them on purpose, to really set in that his comfy pants were dirty. And to maybe put a thing or two in your mind. You didn’t want them!

You can put on one of his shirts and keep your underwear on, you can even run straight under the covers, he promises he won’t peek - he covers his eyes with his hands as he says that, pushing two of his fingers apart, and coyly smiling at you, before pressing them in harder. Keeping them over his face, even as he heard you giggle at his antics.

When you suggest taking up the sofa, Eddie profoundly swears against it. He’s your best friend! He doesn’t have cooties, does he? You two are just friends! You do way more intimate things all the time. A fact that gets you to bend your head even at the suggestion, making Eddie’s heart beat faster, wondering if you remember those ‘practice’ kissing sessions, or the spin the bottle games, or the way he holds you just like a boyfriend does, touches you in those ways, how he carries you places, plays with you, all the sweet pet names you constantly call each other. Don’t you trust him? Come on sweetheart... It’s just sleeping! You’ll both be out before you even know it. And hey, he’s not uncomfortable with it! So don’t worry.

You jump into the covers while Eddie still has his back turned, which helps because he doesn’t have to cover up his smirk, not that he would of anyway. And he can feel your eyes on him. Which is when he drops his jeans, leaving him in his black boxers, as Eddie takes off his shirt for the day.

When Eddie turns around you’re still looking at him, like you can’t turn away, and Eddie’s so pleased with himself, as he goes to find a pyjama shirt, a shorter one. “Oh, by the way, do you like my new piece? I thought it’d also be your kind of thing.” Eddie comes forward, showing you his bare, tattooed, chest, and he swears he sees your hands itch towards him.

Instead you just nod, humming and Eddie smiles. Putting on his shirt (in a bit of a show), just to ease you in a bit. And since he knows you definitely like his bare chest, maybe it’s something he can give you as a treat later. As well as being something to keep you wanting, something you’re going to be thinking about until you dream, so close yet unattainable, just like you were for him. Until tonight.

You rest your head on Eddie’s chest, once he’d reached over your body to turn off the lamp, and he even gave you a kiss to the corner of your lips, a simple kiss goodnight, one you returned to his cheek. Cute. You snuggled into his chest, resting your arms on his torso, and Eddie gets to hold you. Something he really enjoys, holding you in his arms. And soon, you’re drifting off to sleep, but not before slipping your leg between his, and your palm spreads over his chest, over where his new tattoo is, lips pressed into his shirt. Then, after about an hour of just holding you, Eddie gets to have a different kind of fun.

Something he’d been thinking about since the moment he met you. And something he just can’t help, he just needs you so badly.

You’ve turned around a little at this point, in sleep. Your back to him, but still clinging onto his arm that had been around your front (over your tits), drooling slightly on his hand. Eddie didn’t mind, drool away baby, so said Eddie, lightly brushing your ever soft cheek. Eddie’s other hand was laying on the curve of your waist.

He lifts the covers up now, to get a peek at your ass, your thighs, your hips, covered by only your panties. Goddamn, you’re as pretty as he imagined. Eddie lightly rests his hand on your outer thigh, no rings at this time of night, his guitar player fingers stroking up and down your smooth skin. Did you moisturise your thighs as well? Or did you just always feel this good?

Lifting the covers a little more, not wanting to expose you to the air too much, Eddie gets a proper look at what you’re wearing. Comfortable black panties, high on your hips, shielding them, but lacy at the sides. The material only just covering your ass. Something that would be found indecent to the civilians of Hawkins Indiana, but something so so sexy to Eddie. “Wear this just for me baby? So pretty on you.” Eddie mumbled, your body only rising and falling softly with breath in response. He loved that you wore black panties to come and see him, you knew that that was his favourite colour. And holy shit did they look good on you.

Eddie slid his hands down your panties, not anywhere private just yet though. Only down your hips. Eddie shuddered a breath as he got his hand down there, his calloused fingertips reaching the end hem of your panties at the side, and then going further. Eddie just held your hip for a while. Before rubbing his hands smoothly, up and down your hip. Massaging his thumb over the bone, bringing his palm back up to lay on your waist, rubbing you lovingly there.

With a sigh, Eddie decided to lay his thumb on the luxurious curve of your waist, his fingertips venturing down again, and sliding beneath your pretty panties. Having to bite his lip, with an annoyed face, to stop himself from circling your hip. He didnt want to fuck things up and wake you. Not yet.

Eddie slowly lowered your panties, only a little. Not enough to indecently expose you, not yet. Just so he could see those hips, so your waist could be free, so he could be teased just that bit more.

Fuck Eddie hates teasing himself. He can’t even edge himself with your stolen vibrator, he couldn’t do this. The vibrator you cried to him about, terrified your parents had found it and were waiting to tell you off for. Admitting you even had one to him a moment of vulnerability after Eddie calmly coaxed you into telling him what’s wrong when faced with you crying.

Eddie wasn’t really planning on returning it, but fuck, he couldn’t watch you cry. Especially not when you were crying to him, shaking into his chest. And anyway, once Eddie returned it behind a ‘jammed’ desk drawer it must’ve fallen into, he was returning it very well loved and used, so watching you use it again from your window was actually way more fun, after he’d already used it himself enough times.

Eddie pulls your panties up, wedging them in between your ass cheeks, and tight on your mound, wondering if that feels good for you too, even in sleep. And finally being able to have more of your ass on display, your shapely pussy tight against the clothing. God... what Eddie wouldn’t give to be able to lick your pussy. Even once, even through your clothes!

...Fuck it, he’d give risking his plan. Eddie wasn’t a strong man. Eddie leaned down, his hands fisting his sheets so he didn’t squeeze you instead, as he peered his big brown eyes down at you. Before his nose pressed into the curve of your ass, and he let his long tongue flatten against your pussy. Licking up in a long stripe against your cunt, before shifting his head up, only to see you wriggling in sleep, still comfortably on his pillow he’d humped last night picturing you. Fuck... even through your panties you tasted good. Eddie licked his lips again, patting away some drool from the corner of them with the back of his hand.

He really wanted to go back in, but that would wake you too quickly. And he wanted to stick to his plan. Cupping himself through his own underwear, he could tell he’d need to soon, before he exploded. But Eddie releases his grip, he doesn’t need to touch himself anymore. He has you.

Eddie gets back to the position he was in before, taking one more look at you, so perfect like this in front of him, and places his hand on your warm, bare back. Before thrusting himself gently into the curve of your ass.

Again, Eddie does this, his hand now on your waist, steadying you, so he’s not jiggling you about too much, he wouldn’t want to disturb your beauty sleep.

He humps slowly against your ass, more so pressing the outline of his hard cock in his boxers against you, sliding it over your backside, before wiggling down, and humping up into your warm cunt. Sighing shakily as he forces himself to gulp down a breath, keeping his hands gentle on your waist, as he humps his clothed cock over your heated cunt, and into the bottom of your ass, doing this over, and over, until his thrusts were at a slow, but steady and rhythmic pace.

Eddie wraps his arm around your stomach, then quickly changes as he realises his opportunity, holding his bat tatted arm over the length of your torso, his hand talking a greedy, but still gentle, grab of your tit. Holding your breast in his hand, and pressing his nose into your back as he shoots out a needy sigh, at being able to feel your nipple through his shirt. It wasn’t even cold in here.

He keeps dryhumping you, desperately trying not to squeeze, but just fondling your breast instead. Were you feeling this? Were you dreaming about him? God he hoped you were. Eddie moans into your shoulder blade, his face smushed there to avoid any loud sounds, as his cock ruts hard against you, feeeling your pussy lips starting to open up around him, his other hand bringing your panties up tighter, allowing his cock to slip through them just a bit, even with both your pants on.

Eddie couldn’t stand if you were dreaming about someone else. He ruts more, sloppy. Eddie needs you, needs you like air, for him to keep going through his day. He pants heavily onto your back, and he’s sure you’d be able to feel the wet heat, sticking your shirt to you. Eddie would do anything for you, and he can’t believe he’s finally here, so close to getting what he wants. He presses a small kiss to the back of your neck, rutting up further into you, even through your panties, like he was trying to rip a goddamn hole through them and...

God. Were you wet?

Eddie forced himself to lean back just a little, his tongue between his lips as he trembled a whine. And while there was definitely a spot of pre in his underwear, the white glob being obvious in your black pants too, Eddie looked down as saw a wet patch in your underwear. Dark, and right where your pussy lay, sticky, and wet.

Oh my god.

Eddie dove in again, his hand reaching under your shirt to grab your tit properly as he moaned quietly into your ear, his face on yours, hair all over you, as he repeated his humping. His pace picking up as he slammed into your backside, needing your cunt so so so badly.

When you start to wake up, Eddie’s already drooling down your neck, it slipping down his shirt and past your tits. You’d think he was just drooling in his sleep, if it wasn’t for the voice that so obviously belonged to Eddie, moaning, in your ears. And more so, the fact you woke up with pleasant spikes shooting through your cunt. And you could feel Eddie rutting against you.

A gasp left you before you could even stop it, although it was more of a moan. Eddie squeezed your tit now, finally able to, and you just held onto his hand through the shirt, brain still waking up.

“Here. Lemme help you.” Eddie whispers right under your ear, into your cheek, his drooling lips moving against you. And before you know it your top is thrown off, and you’re backing into Eddie even more at the sudden exposure.

Something Eddie throughly enjoys, holding you closer, his other hand meshed with your hair on your shoulder, as he humps up further into you.

You’re starting to wake up more now, sure you just fell asleep at your best friends house. “E-Eddie?-“

You’re cut off with a squeak, as Eddie’s hand that was on your tit, is suddenly over your mouth.

“Please.” Eddie groans, humping up into you and you can hear the slap of both your thighs. Not sure if it was you who was so wet, creating that sticky sound, or Eddie. “Just let me have this. Be such a good girl for me. Even lick my cum out of your perfect little cunt once I’m done. Lick you clean, promise. Know you just want me so bad.” Eddie whines into your face this time, gutturally, and unashamedly needily so. Turning his head it seems on purpose, so his hot breath hits your cheek even more, as he whines into you.

You take Eddie’s hand, firmly in yours, but when you bring it away from your mouth, and further down than where you tit is, Eddie momentarily pauses.

But it’s not enough for you to even notice, because you’re already putting Eddie’s very skilled fingers you’ve always taken notice of, down your pants, and against your soaked thumping clit. “Please Eddie. Was close before you woke me up.”

You didn’t even know where this was coming from. You just woke up in a haze of lust, and didn’t care about your best friend dry humping you with all his love when you’d never done anything like this before. You just knew Eddie was making you feel good, and you wanted him to finish what he started. No thoughts. Just what Eddie had made you feel.

Eddie of course snatches his opportunity, moaning grossly indecently in your ears, which only made you moan back, holding his toned arm as Eddie rubbed your clit furiously, worshipping it with his fingers, and knuckles, and thumb, his heel, and his entire hand for all it was worth, moaning lewd words into your ears, as he drooled against your cheek, which were only making you wetter. His bouncing curls you loved so much sticking to your dampened face, as Eddie kept grinding on you.

Bringing his hand up to stick his fingers in his mouth, something that made you rock back into his rock solid bulge as you watched in pure lust, Eddie looking like he was about to cum just from tasting you, before sticking his wet fingers right back against your clit. “Fuck yeah. Shit baby, been wanting you for so long. Glad you finally got your fuckin eyes open. God, I’m gonna cum in you till I actually pass out in this bed. You’re mine now. Want to be mine? Want you so bad. Kept fucking my fist to you every night. Used your vibrator so much it almost broke. Want to be mine? Know you do. Bout to cum all over me. I can fuckin feel it. So dirty for me. Knew you wanted me.” Eddie bites your ear, tugging on it as he pants moans of swears and praise and filth into your ear.

Eddie’s quickly cumming in his pants, crying out your name in his loud voice as he keeps humping you, his hand crushed under your body but still rubbing your clit with speed as he humps you into the bed, spreading his cum all over your painted pussy until you’re spraying in his hand. Screaming out Eddie’s name, which only gets him to cum more, spreading it over you as much as he can as he thrusts his dick against the wet warmth of your cum ridden pants, fucking himself against it, and holding you so closely, all the while you ride his hand, gripping onto your best friend just as tight. Both of you adding new stains to Eddie’s bed.

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