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I want to request (if you are accepting requests) something with Sergio where he's too overwhelmed with training and stressed with some business and when reader and him are at it he calls her the wrong name and she doesn't let her explain and it's angsty but at the end she talks with him because she saw how he's not doing well at a match and they fix it and maybe a fluffy ending ❤️ please ❤️
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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader
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As you sit in your apartment, waiting for Sergio to come home from training, you can feel the tension building inside you. You've been arguing a lot lately, and it's starting to take a toll on your relationship. Sergio has been so stressed with his soccer training and his business ventures that he's been snapping at you more than usual.
When he finally comes home, you can tell he's in a bad mood. He's quiet as he takes off his shoes and walks into the living room.
"What's wrong?" you ask, your voice gentle.
"Nothing," he says shortly.
You can feel your frustration building. You know something is bothering him, and you want to help, but he won't talk to you. This is how it has been going for some weeks now.
"Please, Sergio," you say, trying to keep your voice calm. "I can tell something's wrong. Talk to me."
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "It's just everything," he says finally. "I'm so overwhelmed with training and trying to manage my business. I feel like I can't keep up with everything."
"I know it's a lot," you say, reaching out to take his hand. "But you don't have to do it all alone. Is there anything I can do for you?..... I'm here for you. We're a team, remember?"
He looks at you, and for a moment, you think he might open up. But then his expression darkens.
"You don't understand," he says, his voice rising. "You don't know what it's like to have all this pressure on you all the time."
Your heart sinks as he lashes out at you. You know he's stressed, but you don't deserve to be treated this way.
"I understand more than you think," you say, your voice shaking with anger. "I may not be a futebol player, but I have my own stresses and pressures to deal with."
He looks at you, his eyes flashing. "Oh, really? What pressures do you have, Jocelyn?"
Hearing him mention the name of a different girl—specifically, his ex—makes your eyes expand and heart drop. With the media continuously comparing you to her, hearing him call you her name felt like a slap in the face.
"Wait Y/N I-I didnt mean to call you Jocelyn, it just accidentally slipped out!" he says quickly, his eyes widening. "It's just-," You leave the living room not wanting to hear his explanation. The damage has already been done. You can't believe he would call you another girl's name, and you can feel the hurt and anger boiling up inside you.
He watches you leave, his face filled with regret. "¡Por favor, no te vayas T/N! ¡Déjame explicarte!"(Please, don't go Y/N! Let me explain!)
Even if you wanted to, you can't listen to him right now. You need to get out of the apartment, to clear your head and figure out what to do next.
As you walk through the streets of Madrid, your mind is filled with conflicting emotions. Sergio has your love, but you can't let him treat you like this. Because of his attitude toward you for weeks, you already knew you were going to leave the house to get away from him at some point. His calling you the name of another female was the cherry on top. You need to stand up for yourself, to show him that you won't tolerate being treated with disrespect. A tiny sigh escapes your lips as you pull your phone from your pocket, deciding that it would be best to spend the next few nights at your best friend's house.
As your best friend answered the phone, you informed her of the situation. You didn't go into great depth, but you did say that you and Sergio had an argument and you needed a day or two to get your thoughts straight. Of course, she said you could come over and she would come get you immediately. Without even wanting to go back to your house to gather some things, you sent her the precise location of where you are right now.You decide to text Sergio even though you didn't want to, telling him that you'll be back in a few days. You then immediately mute the chat so you won't have to hear any notifications from him. Roughly 15 minutes later , your best friend arrives and drives you to her place.
As promised, you stayed at her home for three days while ignoring Sergio's calls and messages. Yet, as the days pass, you start to miss him. You think about all the good times you've shared, the moments of laughter and love. Although you two have been experiencing a rough patch, you don't want to throw everything away.
As the evening progresses, you are reminded that Sergio has a game tonight. While still harboring some resentment toward him as a result of what transpired between you two, you decide to go to his game because you miss him and want to show your support for him.
You know that he's been under a lot of pressure lately, and you shouldn't have let your own frustrations get in the way of being supportive.
~ Later that night ~
You make your way to your seat in the stadium, surrounded by excited fans all cheering for PSG. Your heart swells with pride as you see Sergio take his place on the field. He looks focused and determined, his eyes scanning the crowd until they lock with yours. He sends you a small smile and a nod, and you feel a sense of reassurance wash over you.
The match begins and you're completely absorbed in watching Sergio play. He's one of the best defenders in the world, and it's a thrill to see him in action. But as the match goes on, you start to notice that something seems off. He's not playing with his usual finesse and precision, and his movements are a bit slower than usual. Your heart sinks as you realize that he's not having his best game. You can see the frustration written all over his face, and it's clear that he's not in his best form. You start to worry about what this will mean for him, and for the team.
After the match ends, you wait for Sergio outside the locker room. When he emerges, you can see that he's exhausted and disappointed. He looks up and sees you waiting for him, and his expression softens.
"Hey," you say gently, reaching out to touch his arm. He does not respond, rather he wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly. You don't mind his sweaty body. You hold onto him tightly, not bothering to let go anytime soon.
Sergio lets out a deep sigh and removes himself from you after a few minutes. He opens his mouth to speak but you beat him to it, “Mi amor (my love) I'm so sorry for walking out on you like that…” You say sympathetically, as you have been thinking these past days and feel as if now you fully understand how difficult it must be for him to balance his personal and professional life. "I know you didn't mean to say her name nor be rude to me," you say softly. "I know you've been going through a lot lately."
Sergio looks at you with gratitude and affection. "You shouldnt be the one apologizing, my love, I should be. I've been not treating you the way you deserve to be treated these past few weeks and It took you to leave for me to realize my wrongs, " he says, taking your hand in his. "I should have been more honest with you about what's been going on. I'm just really stressed out with training and the business stuff, and it's been affecting me more than I realized."
You listen attentively as he explains everything that's been weighing on him, and you feel a deep sense of empathy for him. You know that it's not easy to juggle so many responsibilities, and that it takes a toll on even the strongest of people. "Is there anything I can do to help?" you ask, wanting to offer your support in any way you can. Sergio gives you a small smile and pulls you into a hug. "Just being here with me means everything," he whispers. "Thank you for understanding."
You both stand there for a few moments, wrapped in each other's arms, before you finally pull away. "Do you want to talk about it some more?" you ask, wanting to give him the chance to vent.
Sergio nods and you both find a quiet corner of the stadium to sit down and talk. As he shares his worries and frustrations with you, you listen with an open heart and offer words of comfort and encouragement.
By the end of your conversation, you can see the weight lifted off his shoulders. He's still stressed and overwhelmed, but knowing that he has your love and support makes all the difference.
As you make your way out of the stadium, hand in hand, you both feel a renewed sense of closeness and understanding. You nod your head, understanding. "I get it. But you can't keep it all bottled up, Sergio. It's not good for you, for us, or for anyone. You have to talk to me, or someone you trust, about what you're feeling. It's not a weakness to ask for help when you need it. It's the strongest thing you can do."
Sergio looks at you with a mixture of appreciation and sadness. "I know, and I'm sorry. I just...I don't know how to fix it. Everything seems to be piling up and I can't seem to catch a break."
You take his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. "We'll figure it out together, okay? We'll take it one step at a time, and we'll get through it. But you have to promise me that you'll talk to me when you need to. I can't help you if I don't know what's going on."
Sergio nods, his eyes meeting yours. "I promise. I'll talk to you."
You smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "Good. Now, let's go home and have a nice dinner together. We'll take a break from everything and just enjoy each other's company."
Once at your house, the rest of the night is spent cooking together, sharing stories, and just being present in each other's company. It's a small moment of peace in the midst of chaos, but it's exactly what you both needed.
As the night draws to a close, you cuddle up on the couch together, watching a movie and enjoying each other's warmth.
"I love you," Sergio whispers, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I love you too," you reply, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "And I'm here for you, no matter what."
Sergio pulls you closer, his arms wrapped tightly around you. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice filled with gratitude.
You both drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, feeling a sense of peace and comfort that only comes from being with the person you love. And you know that, no matter what challenges lie ahead, you'll face them together.
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Can't Take the Home out of Oklahoma (Javi Rivera x F! Reader)
A/N: Thank you to everyone that read We Found Love in a Tornado, this is a continuation of that. I also have another part already written and ready to post! I also recommend listening to Out of Oklahoma by Lainey Wilson while reading this. I had it on repeat the whole time I wrote it.
Pairing: Javi Rivera x F! Reader (Kate's Sister) *No physical descriptions besides mentioning younger sister.
Warnings: 18 + Language, angst, some sexual situations (no smut..yet), and movie spoilers.
“I lost three of my best friends so you could get your big grant money!” Javi shouts at Kate and she takes a step back like he’d struck her. His hands are still shaking as he replays the words over and over like a broken record. “Shit, Kate, I-”
Kate pushes past you and runs towards the white truck and you don’t hesitate to follow. “Baby,” Javi follows close behind running to keep up, “no, please don’t go.”
“No Javi,” you stop holding up your hands, “that was too far, give her some space.”
He freezes, tears tracking through the dirt staining his cheeks. But you leave, climbing in the passenger seat beside your sister and taking off into the night. Kate is silent, her knuckles bright white with how hard she is clenching the wheel and you slip off your boots and lean back closing your eyes.
“You don’t have to go with me, you know,” she whispers, her eyes still on the road.
You sit up slowly opening your eyes. “I’m not letting you go again,” you reach a hand out and leave it outstretched before her own holds on tight across the center console. “We Carter girls got to stay together. Let me know when we get there.”
Kate huffs out a broken laugh, “And where are we going?”
“You can’t take the home out of Oklahoma, Katie, you’ll know when you get there,” she squeezes your hand but doesn’t let go and you lean back closing your eyes.
Several hours pass before the truck slows down and you blink away the sleep, the old farmhouse a friendly site. You sit up, look at Kate with a small smile, and follow her out of the truck, finding the spare key and entering the house.
Everything is as you left it and you quickly find two glasses and fill them with water from the jug in the fridge. “Mama, it’s us,” Katie calls when a shadow moves in the doorway, her arms opening for us.
“My girls,” she embraces us and presses a kiss to our head, before looking at our disheveled appearance and the blood drying on Kate’s cheek. “What happened to you?”
“Nothing,” Kate shakes her head, “we just needed to come home.”
“You go take a shower, I’ll get you some extra clothes and clean up the bedroom,” Mama hurries towards the stairs.
“You shower first,” you hold Kate’s hand and follow mom up the stairs, “you stink.” Kate smiles sadly before giving you a playful shove.
“If I knew you girls were coming, I would have had the room all set up,” Mama tosses shirts and magazines into a box before putting it on the bed with a sigh. “What happened out there?”
“We survived an EF4,” she covers her mouth, “barely to be honest. If it weren’t for Kate we’d probably be dead. Javi and Tyler covered us from the brunt of the damage.”
“Javi? He came by a few months ago looking for you two. And isn’t Tyler your boss?”
“Yeah, he is. He’s a really great guy, and absolutely losing his mind over Kate.”
“No, he is not,” Kate blushes coming into the room and ringing out her hair with the towel, “we’re just acquaintances. If you want to talk about someone losing their mind it’s Javi! He ran into a Tornado and confessed his love for you live on camera.”
“He did what now?” Mama looks between you two, before crossing her arms with a smirk, “I am going to have to see this video.”
“Tomorrow,” you tell her, “I promise you can see the video tomorrow. Tonight he’s on my shit list.” You walk away towards the shower, stripping off your clothes.
“Uh oh,” Mama calls, “trouble in paradise?”
“You tell her,” you shout at Kate before getting in the shower and washing off the dirt and grime from the day. When you emerge Mama is gone and Kate is snuggled under the covers of the queen size bed of her former bedroom.
“Do you need anything?” you ask her, tugging on the clothes Mama left at the end of the bed. Kate doesn’t say anything, just pulls back the cover with a raised brow. You don’t hesitate crawling into the bed beside her and flicking out the light. “You okay?” you whisper, turning to face her.
“No,” she shakes her head, “Javi was right. They died because I got it wrong. I killed them.”
You reach over and pull her into your arms, letting her cry against your chest, her arms wrapped tight around your waist. “Listen to me, Katie,” you whisper when her cries slow, brushing her hair out of her face, “it was a horrible tragedy. And there is nothing you did that could change that. That storm took everything from you, when are you going to stop letting it?”
Kate is quiet contemplating your words and eventually sleep claims you both. Two sisters, holding on to one another, weathering the storm.
The next morning comes too soon, the sun streaming through the window and the roosters crowing at the first break of daylight. Mama moves around the house and the scent of coffee floats up the stairs, and you crawl out from under Kate and slip silently down the stairs.
“I LOVE YOU!” you hear Javi shout from the kitchen and come around the corner to see Mama sitting at the table with her laptop and a cup of coffee. A hand pressed to her mouth as she watches the moment Javi literally ran through a storm to follow you.
She presses the keyboard and looks up at you, “that’s got to be the most damn romantic thing I’ve ever seen. And I watch alot of hallmark movies.”
You snort, “thanks, mama. I feel pretty lucky to be on the same level as hallmark.” The coffee is fresh and you prepare the cup and bring it over to the table, “I wish we could just live in that moment.”
“Why? Is he not treating you right?”
“No, he is. And I do really love him, but he hurt Katie. And his company Storm Par while built with good intentions are taking advantage of people’s tragedy.”
“Sounds like something you need to talk about with him,” she sips her coffee and reaches a hand out to hold your own. “Javi is a good man, he’s really grown since he first came around here. And I can tell by that video that he really loves you. You’ll figure everything out.” Mama rises, kissing the top of your head before walking out the front door to muck and feed the cows.
You sit there, drinking another two cups of coffee before Kate stumbles down the stairs dressed for the day. You switch places, giving her a cup before climbing back up the stairs to get dressed. When you’re finished you follow her out to the barn and sit back watching her go through the memories and the grief that follows.
Neither of you notice the sound of a truck pulling up until the barn door opens and Tyler and Javi walk through the door followed by our smirking mama. “Seems like you two have some guests,” she looks between the four of you, seeing the variety of expressions. “I’m gonna make some lunch, the boys are staying.” She doesn’t ask, retreating to leave the four of you in silence.
Kate sighs rubbing her head, “what are you doing here?”
“Javi here gave me your address, Dex remembered your name from an article a few years back,” Tyler steps toward her, “I’m real sorry about your friends.”
“And I was an asshole,” Javi's voice cracks, “I should never have said that, Kate. I hope you’ll be able to forgive me.”
“There’s nothing to forgive, it’s the truth. I killed them,” Kate lowers her head fidgeting with her fingers, “but-I am tired of letting that storm take anything else away from me.”
“Can we have a moment?” Javi looks between you and Tyler, and you look to Kate who nods at you. You follow Tyler out of the barn but not before Javi reaches for your arm and pulls you into his chest, snaking his arms around your waist. “When I’m done here don’t think you’re getting away with leaving me again.”
You nod, squeezing him tight before following behind and closing the barn door. Mama stands against the fence acting like she hasn’t been listening the whole time and you laugh.
“That fence seems real interesting mama,” you tease giving her a hug from behind.
“Tyler,” she turns, wrapping you up in her arms, “you’ve been taking my baby into Tornados for two years and we haven’t met, how is that possible?”
“I’m not sure ma’am but I think you may be seeing a lot more of me.” Tyler looks back at the barn doors before turning back around, “hopefully.”
“Why don’t you stay the night? We have plenty of extra space.” Mama holds you tight as you go to protest, effectively shutting you up. “I insist, both you and Javi can spend the night.”
Tyler beams, “thank you ma’am, sounds like a wonderful offer.”
“Perfect, I’ll go make some lunch!”
Tyler waits a moment before chuckling at the embarrassed expression on your face. “She seems real friendly,” he teases.
“Nosey is more like it,” you grumble before cracking a smile, “but she means well.”
“How are you holding up?” He asks, leaning on the fence beside you, “that was one hell of a twister.”
“I think the twister was rather mild compared to the rage I felt when Javi yelled at Kate.”
Tyler lifts a brow, “you’ve kinda jumped ship with everything regarding your sister. I remember a few days ago you being so angry to see her.”
“That was before I knew, before I really understood…how broken she is.” You glance up to see Tyler already looking at you, “my sister lost everyone she cared about. I remember thinking Jeb was the one she was going to marry someday. They loved each other so much.”
You sit there silent before the creaking of the barn door has you standing up straight, Javi making a beeline to you. “She’s all yours,” Javi tells Tyler, clapping him on the back as the other man all but runs into the barn.
Javi stands before you, your arms crossed over your chest and a frown on your face. “Baby-“ he starts before you step forward and shove him, hard.
“That’s for what you said to Kate,” you feel the tears burn, shoving him again, “and that’s for being an asshole.”
“I deserve that,” he says quietly, resigned. “You done pushing me, baby?” You nod, brushing the tears off your cheeks and he holds up his hands, “can I hold you?”
“Yes,” he doesn’t hesitate for a second.
His arms are warm and you can feel the muscles as he tugs you into his chest, your head landing in the crook of his neck. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers, pressing kisses to your head, “I’m so sorry for saying that. I-I was just angry and hurt and scared and I took it out on you and Kate.”
“I was scared too, Javi,” you hold him tighter, “I almost had you ripped away from me, literally. We almost died in that pool, all of us. And then the second we get out, Scott is there trying to make money off of that motel owner. I just lost my mind.”
“I know,” he rests his head against you, “I got to figure a way out of this. I really needed the money for the start up, but not like this.”
“We’ll figure it out,” he pulls back to look down at you.
“We?” he smiles.
“Yes, we. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
“I don’t know about that. I was unprepared for how much it would hurt to see my whole life drive off in my truck.”
You cringe, “sorry about that. We did kind of leave you stranded.”
“You had every reason,” he shakes his head pulling you back into his chest, “I was a major asshole.”
“Yeah,” you chuckle, “you were.”
He laughs, tickling your side, “hey! I said I was sorry.”
You squirm trying to move away but he holds you tighter, both of you laughing, the stress from the last 48 hours melting in his arms. “I forgive you.” He sags in relief, before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, your arms winding around his neck. The kiss turning more passionate with every second.
“That is going to take some getting used too,” you jump apart with a yelp. Kate and Tyler standing in the doorway to the barn. “My best friend and my baby sister, gross.”
“Oh hush,” you chastise teasingly, “imagine how I feel with my boss making goo goo eyes at my older sister, talk about gross.”
“I do not make goo goo eyes,” Tyler puts his hands on his hips.
“But you don’t deny you have feelings for her?” you challenge matching his stance.
“Well I- “ Tyler shakes his head before sighing, “I can’t argue with you there.”
Kate looks at him with wide eyes and opens her mouth to respond when Mama shouts from the front porch, “lunch is ready!”
The conversation burns in their eyes and you look at Javi with a grin, pulling him towards the kitchen to help bring out the food.
Mama has outdone herself, bringing out a plethora of bbq and sides for us to devour. The sweet tea flows and everyone smiles as they dig into the food.
“So Javi,” Mama passes me the coleslaw, “what are your intentions with my youngest?”
Javi chokes on his tea and you frantically pat his back and glare at your mama. He clears his throat, catching his breath and taking your hand, “Excuse me ma’am you caught me by surprise.” Mama grins, not looking the least bit sorry for almost killing your boyfriend. “I love her. I’m going to do my best to never let her forget that for the rest of her life. And in the future, if she’ll have me,” he meets your eyes, giving you a wink, “she’ll let me become Mr. Carter.”
“Good,” Mama smiles, “and you,” she turns to Tyler.
Tyler never falters, his smile in place as he looks at Kate, “maybe I can convince Kate to give me a second date. Since the first one was interrupted.”
“That was not a date,” Kate argues.
“Okay,” he nods, “then a first date. We can start there.”
“How about you go tonight?” Mama smiles, looking at the four of you, “take her line dancing.”
“Mama,” Kate chastises, “I’m not ready.”
“No time like the present, Katie,” Mama stands lifting the plates and walking towards the house.
“We don’t have too,” Tyler places a gentle hand on her arm, “I just want to spend some time with you.”
Kate looks at him grateful, “thank you.”
“What about you?” Javi looks at you with a smile, “want to go line dancing?”
“You want to go line dancing?” Your brows reach the ceiling as you look at him.
“Or,” he looks at Kate and Tyler, “how about we dance here?” He stands holding out his hand, “milady?”
“There’s no music,” you stay seated looking for your sister for backup.
“I got it,” Tyler pulls his phone from his pocket and pulls up the Spotify app. “Here we go,” he turns up the volume, Ain’t in Kansas Anymore by Miranda Lambert blaring out of the small speakers.
“Come on baby,” Javi moves his hips back and forth and you stay in your spot watching him with wide eyes. “Tyler buddy, come help me out!”
Tyler jumps up with a cheer and as the chorus breaks they start dancing, their fingers in the air as they twirl their finger in Tyler’s signature move. Kate laughs beside you, quickly covering her mouth as they move to the beat, spinning to give you their backs.
“Come on girls,” Mama shocks you both, whipping around, “live a little.”
“Shit,” Kate looks at you with a shrug, both of you scrambling to your feet to dance beside them. The four of you laugh through several songs, trying to keep up with the steps, Javi breaking off to pull you into his arms for a slow dance. Jelly Roll and Lainey Wilson serenading you to Save Me.
You rest your head on his chest as he sways you to the music. Kate and Tyler move closer together and he holds one of her hands and wraps the other around her waist. They’re stiff at first before Tyler flashes her a smile and she melts into his arms.
“I meant every word,” Javi whispers and you lift your head to look at him, hands pressed to his chest and his hands low on your hips. “I love you, baby. And I’m gonna spend the rest of my life trying to prove it to you.”
“When did you know?” his eyes soften as he thinks back.
“When you came and tapped me out.”
“That long?” You shake your head, “we’ve wasted so much time.”
“What about you?”
“After the EF5,” you close your arms and lean against his chest, “I just remember running into the hospital and seeing you standing there. And my heart stopped.” His hands run comfortingly on your back, “I’ve never been so scared in my entire life.”
“I know,” he tightens his arms around you, “I felt so numb to everything and then you come barreling into me. Almost took me to the ground,” he chuckles, “I should have realized it then.” He shakes his head, “I’m sorry it took me so long.”
“We both made mistakes,” you open your eyes and pull back, “the main thing now is that we’re together and nothing is gonna tear us apart.”
He leans down and kisses you, wrapping his arms around your waist. The music fades and for a moment nothing exists besides the two of you. His lips are warm and soft and he groans tugging you closer till you’re flush against each other. His tongue moves out to flick against your lips and you open your mouth on a moan tugging his curls between your fingers.
“Javi,” you whimper, feeling him hard against you and leaving you dripping.
When you come up for air you notice the music gone and so are Tyler and Kate. “Do you wanna move this inside?” he whispers against your lips.
“God yes,” you sigh, “but I would rather the first time we have sex not be in my childhood bedroom.”
He chuckles, his voice deep and raspy, “understood. But,” he leans down lowering his voice to whisper in your ear, “but I am going to make love to you baby, and soon. I’m gonna taste every inch of this body and have you shaking beneath me, till I make you cum so hard you see stars.”
“Fuck, Javi,” you grind against him, your panties drenched, “you can’t say shit like that to me.”
He chuckles holding your hips and pushing you back a step, “down girl,” he teases, “you’re trying to climb me like a tree.” He laughs when you pout, “you’re the one that didn’t wanna have sex in your childhood bedroom. You worried Justin Timberlake would be jealous?”
“Don’t insult Justin,” you glare, “he’s been with me a long time.”
He holds up his hands in surrender with a smile, “okay, I’m sorry. I’ll never speak ill of Justin again.”
“You better not,” you warn playfully, “or there could be trouble.”
He reaches for you, putting an arm around your shoulders and leading you into the house. When you’re outside Kates room he gives you a soft kiss, his lips lingering for a moment before he whispers, “love you,” against your lips before going into the room, mama set up for him earlier.
“I love you,” you whisper back, going into the room and closing the door quietly behind you.
“I thought you’d spend the night with him,” Kate says softly from the bed, “I wouldn’t blame you.”
You quickly change into your pajamas before crawling into bed beside Kate and pulling her into your arms, “I’m happy right here.”
Kate feels tense, her shoulders tight, “Tyler wants me to try again,” she whispers into the darkness. “He found my research and wants me to try again to tame a tornado.”
“And what do you want to do?”
“I want their death to mean something,” your shirt dampens from her tears and you rub her back. “I want to try again but I’m-“ her voice cracks, “I’m so scared of getting it wrong again.”
“Only you can decide Katie,” you give her a squeeze, “but I can guarantee one variable that’s different this time.”
“What’s that?”
“Tyler Owens. He is the tornado wrangler, and heaven help anything that tries to take you away from him. Trust him, he won’t let you down.”
Kate contemplates, her shoulders dropping as she melts into you and it only takes a moment for her to breathe to even out. You sit there and wonder how long it’s been since she slept so peacefully, and you tug her closer before falling asleep.
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Beg For It
pairing: will ramos x female reader
content warning: 18+MDNI!! fingering/masturbation (female receiving), oral sex (female receiving), kind of dom!reader, subby!will, pussy drunk will, pussy worship, i probably missed something (i’m sorry)
word count: 834
tag list: @deathblacksmoke @sitkowski @cookiesupplier @lacktoesandtoddlerants @witchyweeb34 @sammyjoeee @collective-heartbreak
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author’s note: @malice-ov-mercy requested prompt 123. “You’ll have to beg for that.” and my mind went a little wild. that’s it. that’s the note. not beta’d and barely proofread. enjoy :)
Will sits opposite you wide eyed, his eyes fixed on you. He clears his throat and shifts in his seat, palming the erection in his jeans that was now bordering on painful. He had hoped it would help but it did nothing. There was only one thing that would help and you had made it clear that wasn’t going to happen until you got yours.
Will had lost count of how many you had given yourself, and you hadn’t let him touch you at all—it was fucking torture. He was forced to sit there and watch as your fingers passed through your soaked folds, massaging your clit, and sinking so so deep into your cunt.
“Not as deep as I could get,” He thinks to himself. By now he was frustrated and had half a mind to say fuck it. He’d remove himself from his spot, shove his cock inside you, and fuck you into oblivion. He won’t though. He’ll be a good boy for you. Sit in his spot until you give him the command like the obedient puppy that he is.
It isn’t going to stop him from trying to speed things up a bit though.
“Baby,” Will starts, his hand gravitating towards the tent in his jeans again. “I’m so hard.”
“I see that,” You smirk, pulling your fingers from your hole and dragging lazy circles around your clit. You had been waiting to see how long he’d last before he would start to whine. He had lasted longer than you expected this time.
“Eyes on me, Will.”
Will has to force his gaze from your pussy, but you don’t have his entire attention. His eyes flit back and forth every few seconds. You decide to forego the eye contact—a better, more sinister plan popping up in your head.
You sink two fingers back in your cunt getting them nice and wet. As you bring your hand up to your face, you admire them, showing off the slick that covered them. It isn’t long before Will is whining your name and begging for attention.
“You want this, baby?”
Will practically jumps up, moving towards you before he’s given permission. You stop him with your foot on his shoulder, pushing him back to his spot.
“Uh, uh…” You tut, pushing your fingers in your mouth. Will’s jaw goes slack as he watches you taste what should have been his. “You’ll have to beg for that.”
You don’t even have to ask him to get on his knees. In one swift motion he’s on the ground. His hands wrap around your ankles, and he kisses up your legs, pleading his case.
“Please, baby.”
“I need your pussy.”
“I’ll die if I don’t get a taste.”
“I want to drown in it.”
“I’ll make you feel so fucking good, I promise!”
Normally, he’d be in big trouble for touching you without permission. He’s begging so prettily, and you’re never one to deny a gorgeous boy the opportunity to beg. You let him continue on for a while until he’s nearly in tears, placing open mouthed kisses to your hip bones.
When you give him permission, he’s ravenous—forcing your legs open as wide as they will go and burying his face deep into your cunt. The sounds he makes as he devours you are filthy—sounds you’ve only ever heard him make in bed and on stage. Your orgasm hits you so quickly you weren’t expecting it. Your legs involuntarily wrap around his head, tugging at fistfuls of his hair as you use his face to ride out your climax.
The realization that you’re probably choking him hits you and you begin to unwrap your legs but his hands clamp down on either side of your thighs to keep them in place. The two of you lock eyes and his face is beet red. He’s pouring sweat and possibly nearing unconsciousness but he’s never looked more in love in his life.
Will shows no signs of stopping as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you. Through your own cries of pleasure, you hear him moaning between your legs. You watch as he ruts into the bed, eyes rolling back into his head. As you cum again, he grunts into you, his movements slowing down.
Will pulls away from you, trailing kisses and soft bites up your inner thighs. He leans his head against you, looking up at you with tired, but sated eyes. His face, chin, neck and the bed below you is completely soaked. You watch him in awe.
“Did I just watch you cum from eating my pussy?”
Will’s cheeks flush a bright pink and he smiles before sitting up, revealing the growing wet spot on his pants.
“I lasted as long as I could,” He pouts. “I couldn’t wait anymore though. You just taste so good.”
You grab his belt and pull him towards you. Licking your lips you begin unfastening the buckle.
“Why don’t I get you cleaned up, then?”
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Yo with the new Dead Rising remaster out now I expect some fanfics and x readers from ya’ll bc the DR community is so empty need some Frank West x readers in my life no cap 😭
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⚠️Warning!!! Violence, Gore, 18+ Smut, Explicit Language⚠️
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Contains;; Vikings🩸Scream🩸Silent Hill🩸Once Upon A Time🩸Lost Boys🩸Halloween🩸Mortal Instruments🩸 and more coming…
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🦇~Mommy~{sequel to part two of A unforgettable night}
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Sick; Sergio Ramos
in which you take care of your insufferable sick boyfriend
If there is someone in this world who is INSUFFERABLE when is sick, that it's your boyfriend. After the sudden climate change, he developed some kind of a cold that has lead to fever.
You got home after work at the evening, when you noticed there was someone in your house. Sergio hadn't told you that he was staying so you headed up to your room and saw him laying in bed covering in sheets and with scarves around him. He turned around facing you. You could notice his red nose, swollen and teary eyes, the shaking produced by the fever, oh poor boy. "Honey, what happened to you?" You said heading to him. "I don't know, I suppose its the climate change" he had a hoarse voice "I think I'm gonna die soon" there he was, always exaggerating "Sergio, please don't be so extremist" "But it's the true, but luckily you are here and I'm not going to die alone" he said grabbing your waist and pulling you by his side where he laid his head on your chest. "I feel bad, I think I should call a mortuary to arrange a schedule to my funeral" "omg Sergio Ramos you can't be so theatrical" you couldn't help but giggle a little at the things your boyfriend was saying "did you take something for the pain?" "yes, but it doesn't make any effect" "oh poor baby, I'm here to take care of you don't worry" "really?" "pff Sergio you are a grown ass man I think you can take care of yourself" you said stroking his hair "pleeeaaasee" he begged as he grabbed your waist tightly "my god, the THINGS I do for you, what do you want? a hot soup? a warm bath? a-" "I want you by my side, that's all" "aawwwwwe you're such and asshole, but I love you too"
The night passed like that. Sergio laying in top of you while you caressed his hair, arms and abdomen while you talked him about your day at work until he felt asleep, and you knew your job was done.
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CHAMPIONS💙❤️!!
PS : it looked at me first..
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Got inspired yesterday night by @valiantroeagleangel 's fanfic called "Body Wash" so here's a quick fluffy doodle of Fem Reader with Will ;v;
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Click - A Twisters Oneshot
Summary; As a storm photographer you know all the chasers, so when you run into two old familiar faces - where you have history with both - it proves to be a stormy night.
Fandoms: Twisters Movie, Glen Powell, Anthony Ramos.
Pairing: Tyler Owens x Female Reader x Javier (Javi) - MFM threesome.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, Alcohol, Drug Use (Weed/Pot), Fingering, Oral Sex (Female recieving), Oral Sex (Blowjob), unprotected Vaginal Sex, Spitroast, Double Penetration, Double Vaginal Penetration, Spanking, Hair pulling, choking/air play, spitting in mouth, creampie, no discussion of consent, implied consent, impared judgment. Please don't do this in real life unless able to give consent.
I do not run a tag list, instead please follow @angryschnauzerwrites and put that blog onto notifications, and you'll get an alert when i post new stories. Masterlist is available through my pinned post.
Authors notes; This is my first time writing for almost 18 months after severe writers block, and a whole load of truly horrible shit that has gone on in real life for me. Seeing Twisters has reinvigorated my passion for writing and it feels good to be able to be creative again.
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Click
The bar was loud and smokey, country music in the background that could be heard between gaps in conversation or the crack of pool balls being split as another new game started. The air was filled with a heady mix of liquor and petrichor, rain imminent from what had been a frustratingly humid day.
Storm chasing was fun. The rush of adrenaline when the radar picked up those telltale colours on the satellite, but for the past 72 hours there’d been a whole lot of nothing on screen. Blue skies were pretty and all, but much like the atmosphere outside, there was a tension in the air that was only growing thicker by the minute. As a photographer you weren’t affiliated with any particular team of chasers, but with your skill renowned in the industry you could pretty much tag along with anyone you liked.
The sound of a scuffle across the bar drew your attention, the shrill ring of beer bottles knocking to the floor, the tell tale sign that tempers were fraying in the turgid atmosphere. Rolling your eyes and sighing you grabbed your beer and decided to stroll outside, not wanting to get caught up in an impending bar fight.
The air outside was a little cooler, a breeze having picked up, the scent of rain hanging thick in the atmosphere. Wandering the wide wrap-around porch of the bar you saw a familiar sight, smiling at the silhouette of an old friend, dark curls atop his head moving as he spoke with passion to another familiar face.
It was Tyler that spotted you first, nudging Javi who turned before a grin spread across his face;
“Well look who it is, our very own Click”
Laughing at your old nickname; one given where you’d had the habit of favouring traditional film cameras rather than digital, the sound of manual lens shutters is one that earned you the affectionate title.
You approached the pair, grinning as Javi swept you into a firm hug, one hand cradling the back of your head with the other arm tightly wrapped around your back as he lifted and span you, before setting you down on your feet again;
“It's been too long” he said with a grin before pressing a brief kiss to your cheek.
You’d spent almost a month with Javi a year or so back when he’d still been in the corporate side of Chasing, getting paid well where you’d been able to get some amazing images Storm Par could use on their marketing material and website.
The sound of a brief cough as someone cleared their throat behind you had you turning and meeting a wide smile;
“Tyler”
“Was wondering if you remembered me”
He pulled you into a hug, before pressing a gentle kiss to your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine.
“It's hard to forget someone who still hasn’t paid their invoice”
A flush of embarrassment tinted his cheeks as he pulled back, bashfully raking his hand through his hair;
“Shit”
“Hey hey” Javi cut in; “This dude owes you money?” he asked you.
“You know that awesome header image he’s got on the youtube channel? One of mine” you looked at Tyler who very much seemed like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole at that very moment; “All Chasers get the same terms; credit or payment. Its not credited, so he got sent an invoice and it’s still not paid”
Tyler reached out for your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles;
“I absolutely promise I’ll get it paid. And we’ll credit you too, we get so many comments from that image alone”
At that moment there was a ruckus as a small crowd of people came up the stairs from the street, calling out and greeting Tyler and Javi. It soon became clear it was the rest of their team. Most made a beeline for Tyler, to which you and Javi stepped aside and started to talk;
“So remind me again how you ended up going from Corporate Insurance Chaser to Hillbilly Youtube Chaser?”
He laughed, his eyes sparkling;
“You remember Kate? She kinda managed to convince everyone to be in it for the science, rather than the money or the glory”
“Well i never would of had you and Tyler Owens teaming up on my betting card for sure”
Javi laughed;
“Tyler’s awesome. He knows his stuff. And he’s loud enough to be in front of the camera to keep the audience entertained enough to let the rest of us actually do the science part. We work great as a team.”
Looking around you realised the team were a few people short;
“Where’s everyone else?”
“Up in Kansas City doing a presentation for the Mayor and Senators, hoping to get cooperation with some early warning systems we want to help provide the data for”
Nodding you sipped your beer as the pair of you settled into familiar conversation, the rest of Tyler’s crew welcoming you and soon the minutes passed into hours. Beers were replenished and Whiskey shots started to appear, before the tell tale scent of pot floated on the air. Sweet and cloying, you could tell it was leaf rather than resin, realising the joint was being passed around Tyler and Javi’s crew before someone slipped it into Javi’s hand. He grinned as he took a deep toke of the joint, holding it in before slowly exhaling, holding it out to you before you shook your head;
“I’ve got a better idea” you smirked; “Take another toke”.
A smile tugged at the corner of Javi’s mouth as he inhaled deeply from the joint again, the embers on the end glowing a deep amber red. He nodded and you quickly stood close, cupping your hands around his mouth as you pressed your own mouth to your hands and inhaled as he exhaled.
The buzz immediately hit you as the weed hit your oxygen starved brain, swaying on your feet before Javi wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close;
“Steady… let it flow through you, it’ll be strong”
Grinning and giggling softly you swayed on your feet, safe in Javi’s arms before finally regaining your balance.
“Ok, my turn now” Javi handed you the joint and you inhaled deeply, filling your lungs with smoke before nodding. He quickly stepped forwards, cupping his hands around your mouth and repeating what you had done, only this time he was close enough that you could feel his open lips against yours. Staring into those intense hazel eyes you could sense a hint of mischief, before he stepped back as he held in his breath. Finally exhaling he too swayed on his feet and you reached out to steady him, both now giggling.
“What are you two up to?” An amused voice asked.
Turning just as Tyler slipped the joint from your fingers, he inhaled deeply as he looked between you and Javi.
“Hotboxing” you replied with a grin.
Tyler wrinkled his brow before exhaling the smoke, moving his lips to form three perfect smoke rings before blowing the rest straight up through the middle of them;
“Hotboxing? I thought that was when you dropped a silent fart in a packed elevator?”
“Not where we’re from. Its when you inhale someones toke as they exhale, the lack of oxygen means the weed hit is more intense”
Tyler grinned;
“Okay, don’t believe that but i’m game”
He handed you the joint back and you inhaled again, before doing what he’d seen you and Javi do with your hands as he cupped your mouth and you exhaled. His eyes went wide as he held it, before stumbling a step backwards. He let the smoke out in a shaky exhale, his hands moving to your hips to steady himself. Overcompensating he then swayed forwards, pushing against you and into Javi, the railing of the porch catching him as you were sandwiched between the two men.
The three of you were in fits of giggles, the pot going to your brains before you finally managed to steady yourselves.
“Jesus christ on a bike” Tyler exclaimed; “That was intense”
“I can’t believe you’ve never done that before Dude” Javi laughed, turning to take a fresh round of beers from Boone, his goggles sat atop his head.
Boone signed like an old mother hen, before taking the joint from your hand that you had all but forgotten was still there;
“Ok i’ll have that back, thank you”
Giggling into your beers, you sipped on the drink, comfortable and content between two old friends.
It wasn’t long before the simmering tempers inside the bar bubbled over and spilled out onto the porch, the bar owner yelling that he’s shutting for the night and all the ‘damn Chasers’ could ‘fuck off home’.
Knowing when your welcome had run out the three of you drained your beers before stepping off the porch and down to the sidewalk.
“C’mon, we got a bottle of whiskey back at the motel” Javi wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you walked side by side.
“I’ll think you’ll find that's my whiskey, '' Tyler commented.
“Sharing is caring Tyler” you retorted back, met by his megawatt grin;
“Oh i don’t mind sharing”
At that moment you felt the first few droplets of warm summer rain to hit your skin, looking up as the clouds above finally relinquished their heavy load;
“What motel you guys at?”
“The Rodeo Econo Lodge, it's a couple’a blocks down”
“Sounds glamorous” you commented.
“Been staying there since my rodeo days” Tyler explained; “It’s clean, cheap, and the beds are comfortable”
“And they had enough vacancies so we didn’t have to squeeze four to a room” Javi added.
“Hang on, are you two roomies?”
Tyler nodded;
“Apparently we both ‘snore’”, which he waved his fingers in the air to emphasise quotation marks; “So the rest of the crew unanimously decided we had to bunk together from now on”
“Thus the whiskey” Javi added; “It helps me sleep through Tyler’s talking in his sleep”
“Says the guy that whines like a Golden Retriever in his”
You were by now laughing your ass off whilst getting soaked to the skin in the rain, chilled and relaxed before your mind caught up with half a thought you’d had a few moments ago;
“So you used to ride in the Rodeo?”
“Uh-huh, before college”
“Were you any good?”
Tyler smirked;
“Taught me some good life skills and how to ride hard when you got someone bucking beneath you”
By now you had reached the motel, Javi leading the way up the external staircase as you followed with Tyler bringing up the rear;
“Is that so?”
You felt the playful spank to your rump just as you reached the top of the staircase, quickly followed by Tyler wrapping his arms around you and his mouth against your ear;
“Play your cards right Click and you betcha”
Javi hadn’t been paying much attention, instead having to concentrate on keeping his hand steady enough to get the key in the door of their room, calling out in triumph as it swung open and he stepped into the dark room. As you and Tyler followed into the darkness you could hear Javi muttering about trying to find the lamp, but in that moment you had been spun around and Tyler's lips had found yours.
The kiss was hot and sloppy, his hands on your rib cage pushing your soaked shirt up your torso. His tongue pushed into your mouth and you tasted beer and whiskey in his embrace.
“What the fuck guys?”
You hadn’t noticed Javi had found the lightswitch, but he had obviously not been expecting to see Tyler getting to do what he’d wanted to do for a while. Before the situation could go south you pulled away from Tyler and closed the distance between Javi and yourself, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck to entwine your fingers in the soft curls at his nape, and you pulled him into a long awaited embrace.
You felt him tense, before softening into the kiss, his fingers gripping your hips as he pressed your bodies together and you could feel his need growing from the hardness pressing against your abdomen. When you finally broke the kiss to gasp for air, you smirked at him;
“I thought you said you two worked great as a team?”
You heard two quiet ‘oh’s , before a warmth pressed against your back as Tyler joined the pair of you.
“Fucking hell Click, you’ve no idea how hot that sounds”
Javi pulled you back in for another fierce kiss, this time his hands roaming the front of your body, pulling your shirt up and grunting his appreciation when he found your breasts to be free of a bra. Palming them in his warm hands his thumbs rubbed over your pebbled nipples, sending a wave of arousal straight to your core. At the same time Tyler’s hands found your hips, his long fingers pressing into your flesh as his soft lips found that sweet spot on the side of your neck just below your ear. He pressed his hips to your ass, rutting against you and you could feel his arousal insistently pressing against you.
As Javi’s lips left yours to press a trail of open mouthed kisses down your neck, he pulled away to give himself room to bend down and take one of your breasts into his mouth, that skilled tongue teasing your nipple before moving to the other. Tyler took the chance to cup your jaw and turn your head, kissing you with a clash of tongue and teeth.
Whilst Tyler had you occupied you hadn’t realised Javi had gotten to his knees in front of you until you felt his nimble fingers opening your jeans and tugging them down your thighs. Looking down you saw his eyes darken beneath his lashes before he pressed a kiss to your mound through your panties. As you held his gaze you felt Tyler rest his chin on your shoulder as his arms wrapped around your body. One hand cupped your breast as the other he held up and swirled two fingers in the air - the Chaser sign for tornado - to which you watched as Javi’s grin widened and he nodded as he did the same. But this time you knew those finger swirls meant something else.
You held your breath as Javi wrapped his fingers around the elastic of your underwear, pulling the soaked scrap of fabric down your thighs before he pressed his mouth to your slit. His tongue pressed through your folds before he found your clit, his fingers stroking your juices around the tight entrance between your thighs. He finally slid two fingers into your tight channel, the pleasure coursing through you as you rested your head back against Tylers wide shoulder.
Reaching your arms behind you, your palms welcoming the warmth of Tyler’s denim clad thighs beneath your hands, stretching a little further until you were able to cup him through the soft well worn denim. You wanted to feel more, more of their hands, their lips, their dicks, but felt restricted by your bunched clothing;
“I need to be naked” you gasped out, causing both men to pause their ministrations. They worked quickly together, Javi pulling your boots off before tugging your jeans and panties off in one, as Tyler yanked your shirt over your head.
Standing naked before these two men you started to paw at their clothing, pushing shirts off of shoulders and tugging white t-shirts from their pants. If ever there was a time where you wanted four arms it was that moment, desperate to feel their skin against your own. Whilst Tyler got caught up unbuttoning his shirt you made quick work of the button and zipper of Javi's pants, sliding your hand beneath the fabric of his underwear to wrap your fingers around his thick shaft. He gasped at your firm touch, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck before pulling you into a fierce kiss.
When you pulled away you glanced at Tyler who had pulled his boots off and was naked to the waist, his sculpted torso that of a marble statue. The metal clink of his belt buckle prompted you to move to him, unzipping him and sliding your hand inside the denim and beneath the dark jersey of his boxer shorts. Long and patterned with ridged veins, he was as hard as a rock in your palm, a soft whimper escaping his lips as you pumped his uncut dick.
He let his jeans and underwear fall to his ankles, cupping the back of your neck as you bent at the waist to take him into your mouth. Wrapping one fist around his girth you steadied yourself placing your other hand on his firm thigh, lowering your mouth to his tip to taste the bead of precum that pooled there. Pressing a chaste kiss to the smooth crown you opened your jaw to take him into your mouth, unaware your pussy was about to be stuffed. The firm push as Javi speared your hot channel pushed you forwards, forcing Tyler’s dick into your throat.
“Mmmmfffmfmmff!”
“A little warning next time huh Javi?” Tyler commented as he pulled back to allow air to actually reach your lungs; “but good god woman, your throat is a thing of wonder… no gag reflex”
You heard the sound of a high five but were too lust drunk to worry about it, too busy flying on a wave of pleasure as you were spit roasted between two hard cocks.
Tyler reached beneath you to cup your tits, grasping them as he moved his hips to fuck your mouth, a mixture of spit and precum running down your chin. At the same time Javi reached around your hip and searched out your clit, rubbing firm circles with two fingers against the sensitive nub whilst he fucked his thick cock into your dripping pussy.
Your orgasm caught you by surprise, your body shaking as you moaned around a mouthful of flesh. Your knees were close to giving out when Javi pulled out and brought you upright, his arms wrapped around your torso;
“Steady Click, don’t need you racing ahead off the radar for this” he kissed your neck whilst you reached out for Tyler. Stepping out of his jeans he closed the gap between you before sliding his hand between your legs, pushing two fingers into your soaked pussy;
“Such a lovely pussy, can’t wait to see it dripping with our cum. Gonna fill you to the brim. Do you want that?” his mouth brushed against yours as he spoke, but you could do little but pant like a bitch in heat.
You nodded, your mouth hanging open.
“Bed, now” Javi instructed, nodding for Tyler to lay down. You whined at the loss of Tyler’s fingers filling you but instead were treated to his tight ass as he crossed the room before laying on the bed.
“Come’ere Darlin. Climb on, i’ll teach you how to ride a bucking bronco”
Javi gave you a little push, almost the encouragement you needed to leave his arms. Climbing onto the bed you straddled Tyler’s thighs before crawling up his body. As you bent down to kiss him you heard the crack of the seal on a bottle of liquor, turning your head and seeing Javi drink straight from the bottle as he approached the bed.
As Javi climbed onto the bed, Tyler lifted your hips with one hand, steadying his cock with the other as he lined himself up before letting you sink down a couple of inches onto him. Javi straddled Tyler’s legs behind you, wrapping his arms around you before lifting the bottle to your lips. As you dipped your head back to drink from the bottle you felt his hand firmly on your shoulder, pushing you down to take Tyler to the hilt.
The whiskey hit the back of your throat and the rush was intense, the feeling of being filled by Tyler almost overloading your senses as he bucked like a steer beneath you. Javi breathed hot in your ear, his body pressed to your back. He took a large slug of whiskey before you pulled the bottle from his hand, taking another mouthful before leaning forwards. Tyler anticipated what you were doing;
“Yeah baby, spit it in my mouth” before opening wide to allow you to let the warm whiskey drip from your tongue to his. As soon as he swallowed you leant forwards and kissed him, sloppy with tongues and teeth, and you felt his cock slip out of you, landing wet and sticky on his abdomen. You weren’t empty for more than five seconds before you felt Javi push into you from behind, his palm coming down on your ass with a loud smack.
Riding you hard you were pressed between the two men, Javi filling you from behind as Tyler lay beneath you, his dripping shaft rubbing against your pussy as you were pushed back and forth. After what seemed to be an endless few minutes your arms were pulled behind your back as Javi held your wrists at the base of your spine. His lips on your earlobe;
“Get ready for the real rodeo”
With your attention on Javi you had lost sight of Tyler before you felt him angle his cock towards your already stuffed hole, as Javi seemingly lowered the pair of you until Tyler managed to slide in alongside him in your now overstuffed cunt.
“Such a good girl”
“Taking us so well”
Their praises merged into one as your eyelids fluttered shut, rocking your hips gently as your body grew accustomed to being double stuffed. As your arousal flowed from you your movements increased to the point both men were able to alternate thrusts, making sure there was never a moment when you weren’t full of cock. They filled and defiled your body until you were flying on an arousal high. Javi’s grip on your wrists faltered, your hands slipping free. As Javi pushed you down and Tyler fucked up into you, you curled one hand over your shoulder as Javi bit at your neck, curling your fingers through his dark curls. Glancing down at Tyler his normally pale green irises dark with arousal. He stretched his neck and you watched as the muscles shifted, his adams apple bobbed up and down. You rested your palm on his chest and he immediately wrapped his fingers around your wrist, nodding as he pulled your hand to his throat.
Realising that both your boys liked a little pain, you tugged on Javi’s hair as your fingers closed softly against Tyler’s throat, dual groans filling the room as they both thrust harder into you, pushing you ever closer to your release. Tyler grabbed your hips and started to pull you down harder onto him, Javi cupping your tits firmly as he fucked you harder from behind.
You were the first to cum, screaming out your release as if you were howling to the moon, Javi and Tyler following just seconds behind filling you with two thick loads of their creamy seed.
Releasing both men from your grasp you softly rested on Tyler’s chest as Javi pressed gentle kisses to your shoulders, before the latter pulled out. You felt a flood of cum seep from your stretched hole, soaking down to Tyler’s balls and onto the bed.
Some time later you were clean and showered, the three of you having squeezed into the tub and washed the sweat, whiskey, and cum from your bodies, before Tyler had discovered the bottle of whiskey discarded on his bed now half empty where the cap hadn’t been replaced. He had started to protest until you had slipped your hand into his and led him to the other bed - where Javi was already beneath the covers - and had silently confirmed you wanted to be close to both of them for the night.
Facing Javi whilst being the little spoon to Tylers big spoon, you sleepily said goodnight and muttered about finding your ride for the next storm.
“You should ride with us” Javi stated softly.
Letting out a quiet laugh you shook your head;
“You two combined? You drive like madmen, i’m scared of riding with you!”
Tyler pressed his lips to your ear;
“Well you know what I say…”
“If you fear it, ride it” they said in unison.
“And you’ve already ridden us both, so you’ve got nothing to fear” Tyler finished.
Letting a sigh you grinned and nodded, letting sleep take you as you were flanked by two crazy tornado wranglers.
#click#angryschnauzer#tyler owens fanfic#twisters fanfic#tyler owens x reader#glen powell#anthony ramos#tyler owen x you
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wait wait wait can i req any anthony ramos’ character (OR THE KING HIMSELF) with a NSFW imagine? i js CANNOT stop thinking about female reader on top of him BUT he’s still the dom (guiding her, talking her through it, etc) ANYWAYS LOVE YOU
im such a procrastinator its not even funny - but here’s your request, anon! i’ll do ant cause i love you too <3
enjoy the GIF guys
Riding Imagine - Feat. Anthony Ramos x Fem! Reader
prompt: you may be on top, but that doesn’t mean you’re in control
TW: sex (obv), swearing in spanish, filthy language.
!! NSFW UNDER THE CUT - MINORS DNI !!
Just like the popular Taylor Swift lyric from Cruel Summer, this hot motherfucker would be, literally, looking up ‘grinning like the devil’ knowing you’re all at his sweet mercy.
“Oh, oh Anthony-” you moaned, voice high pitched and whiny, like a Beverly Hills Brat, throwing your head back and biting your lower lip - and he’d be digging his nails into your hips so much you’d see his forearms tense up from under you, his veins prominent.
“Cum for me, angel” he’d whisper roughly, rocking your hips with his hands, guiding you, doing all the work for his princess, having her ride him deep and good. You know that low voice of his? Yeah, he’d use that. He’d probably mutter a little ‘mierda’ or something under his breath; and with your head spinning, toes curling, hands gripping onto those toned ass biceps for dear life, you’d finally cum.
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WOW THAT WAS ACTUALLY SO BAD GUYS IM SORRY U HAVENT WRITTEN ANYTHING SMUT IN SO LONG
#foryou#fyp#tumblr fyp#anthony ramos#twisters movie#twisters#hamilton musical#in the heights#twisters 2024#america#actors#hot actora#anthony fucking ramos#i love him smmmmm
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Dress
Pairing: Will Ramos x Reader
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: 18+ this is straight up self-serving porn!!!!!!! Minors go away!!!! Anyways this has got everything: Biting, p-in-v, blowjobs, fingering (female receiving), breeding kink, big ole praise kink, me projecting how badly I want to swallow William's load, I think that's it but by all means DM me or reply if you think I should add something!
Literally no one hmu unless it's to talk about this photo. It has nothing to do with the story but I wanna fuck him so bad so I'm putting it here. It's my blog I do what I want.
Yes I was listening to Dress by Taylor Swift as I wrote this!!!! Yes it's one of the horniest songs in her discography!!!! Leave me alone!!!!
Anyways.
This is straight up porn, no plot in sight, no beta because I'm insane, no fucks given because I'm a whore! Enjoy.
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Will was about to vibrate out of his fucking skin.
He’s irritable, too- a far cry from his usual “Sunshine and Rainbows” disposition. People kept trying to make conversation, ask him about the tour, compliment the new album. It would end with a curt, “Yeah, it was a lot of fun,” as his eyes would be dragged from whoever he was talking to back to you.
The dress was unfair. It was diabolical, even. He searched his memory, trying to come up with a reason you’d put him under such physical and emotional duress. He did the dishes last night, made breakfast this morning- he even folded the laundry! In terms of “deserving of death by nefarious garments,” his conscience was clear.
Yet there you were, clad in the slinkiest little black dress that he never knew you owned. You had spent hours in front of the mirror, perfecting your makeup, carefully styling your hair. It had been fun for him to watch; Fun to listen to your “Ultimate Emo” playlist and jam out while you painstakingly applied a swipe of lipstick, a striking mark of eyeliner. It was fun.
He stopped having fun the moment you stepped out in the goddamned thing.
“Zip me up?” You had asked, batting mascara-ed lashes at him sweetly. His brain had short circuited for a second, rebooting completely when it started overheating. Zip you up? He wanted to eat you up, toss you over his shoulder like a caveman and keep you in bed for hours.
“Where are you going in that?” He asked incredulously. Your breasts were about to fall out, fabric clinging to the small of your waist. There were other details- lace and ribbons and shit he didn’t have the vocabulary for when his head was running on all cylinders, much less now. You turned around so he could reach the zipper better, and he genuinely wondered if the anime nosebleeds were onto something with how quickly the blood rushed to his cock at the sight of your ass stretching the fabric.
“Um, to the jamboree your label is hosting?” You retort with a giggle. “C’mon, we’re going to be late to this shindig if we don’t leave soon.”
He had complied, after some whining, zipping you up and kissing you softly on your shoulder, willing his cock to miraculously soften.
Then you had arrived, and he was swept away by record executives, you saw a group of gal-pals, and he had to keep his hands to himself.
For hours.
Will’s hands itched with the urge to reach out and touch you, twitching at his sides. Someone said something that must have been fucking hilarious, because you were laughing, head thrown back, chest heaving-
I can’t do this. He thinks to himself. This is a task for men stronger than me.
Quickly downing the last dregs of his cocktail, he impolitely excuses himself from the group he was speaking with, maneuvering through the mass of people to where you stood.
“Hi baby!” You call when he enters your line of sight, smiling brightly. You’re in a small group of people who also greet Will upon his arrival, immediately asking about the tour.
“It was a lot of fun, thanks for asking.” Will mumbles distractedly, eyes never leaving you. “You ready to blow this popsicle stand, love bug?”
Your eyes widen slightly in surprise. “Oh, sure.” You quickly excuse yourself from the group, leaving with warm goodbyes and tight hugs. Will thinks he’ll catch on fire before the two of you make it out of the building, but then you’re walking over to join him, the two of you quickly working through the crowd.
“Is everything okay, Will?” You ask when you’re both out of earshot. Concern is evident in your tone, and Will fights the urge to smooth the crease between your eyebrows with a kiss.
“Yeah, just itchy is all.” He murmurs to you, placing a kiss on the top of your head as you both exit the building. Itchy was a good word; He was practically crawling out of his skin with the urge to get you undressed, underneath him.
Guilt overtook your pretty features. “Oh baby, was the party too much? If you felt overstimulated, we could have left earlier-”
“No, I’m fine, pretty girl, really. It’s just-” He sighs, stopping in the parking lot to dig his keys out of his pocket.
“Did I do something?” You sound so sad, eyes widening. Will could practically see your mind sifting through the evening, trying to find some misstep.
“No, no baby- stop. I can see you overthinking, you didn’t do anything wrong, I just-” He sighs again, pausing by the car now. He glance around the two of you, making sure you were alone, before guiding your hand to his groin.
Your eyes went dark at what you found there. “Holy shit, you’re- how long?” You stammer, sounding hoarse.
“Ever since you put on that fucking dress.” He admits sheepishly.
“C’mon.” You nod towards the car, motioning for him to get inside.
You made quick work of shutting your door, Will about to start the car when you stop him.
“Leave it off.” You command, making his eyebrows shoot up in question. “Less conspicuous.”
“Less conspicuous for wha-” Will’s question was cut off as your lips locked with his in a searing kiss. You gripped his shirt in your hands, dragging him closer to you.
“All hard for me, huh?” You whisper against his lips.
He’s nodding before he realizes it. “So hard, baby, all fucking night, all for you.”
You’re nodding with him, already drunk off of the power you have over him. “Let’s get you taken care of then, yeah?”
You tear your lips away from his to better unbutton and unzip his pants, tugging the fabric down the best you could in the cramped space. He hisses as you pull his briefs down so that his cock can spring free.
“Holy shit.” You breathed, taking him in.
He’s always been big- you were familiar with that part- but you’d never seen him after being hard for hours. The veins on his cock were bulging angrily, the tip shiny with precum and deliciously red.
“Poor thing,” you say in a saccharine voice, leaning in to kiss the cherry-red tip.
He outright keens at that, hips barely jerking up, like it was taking everything to hold himself down. “Don’t be mean, pretty girl.”
You give him one last grin before you’re swallowing him down, stopping three-quarters of the way down to soothe your gag reflex.
“Fuck-“ Will gasps into the air, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair. His grip tightens, and you feel your control over the situation slipping away. “Fucking tease tonight, huh? Not enough to wear your slutty little dress, couldn’t wait to get my cock in your mouth either, could you?”
You whimper almost silently at his words, but he feels the vibrations of it on his cock. “Little slut likes that? Does she want me to use her pretty mouth?” He continues, pulling you up by your hair just enough for you to be able to speak.
You relinquish any semblance of control you had when you manage a small, “Please.”
He grins at you, so far from his regular, cheerful smile, and pulls you in for one last kiss. It’s sloppy and wet and wonderful, and you’re almost sad when he yanks you away by your hair again to guide you down to his cock.
“Open.” He commands, the gruffness of his voice making you quickly do as you were told. His cock is in your throat immediately, but before you can gag, he’s pulling you back up roughly. You manage half a gasp of air before you’re being shoved back down, swallowing him again. He continues fucking your face at a brutal pace; Soon spit is covering your chin, and you can feel you mascara running down your cheeks in the form of tears.
“So fucking good for me.” Will grunts, hips thrusting up to meet your face. “Such a good girl, taking what she’s given.”
The praise makes you moan- or at least, as much as you could with him fucking your mouth so thoroughly. You’re lost in the sensation of him so deep in your mouth, breathing deeply through your nose as he uses you. His thrusts start becoming irregular, a chant of your name and “fuck” falling from his lips as his movements grew shorter and shorter.
Oh, you think. He’s so close, you can see it in the tension of his body, in the drawn-up expression on his face. You want nothing more than for him to finish in your mouth, to make you swallow it down, but he pulls out abruptly, chest heaving with labored breaths.
“Is something wrong?” You’re pouting, you can feel yourself pouting.
He sees your face and huffs a laugh, still panting. “Pretty girl wants my cum that bad?”
His words- the vulgarity of them- color your cheeks pink. Although… Yeah. That was exactly what you wanted. You nod, the smallest movement.
You think you hear him stop breathing, but then he speaks again. “C’mere, honey, I’ll give you what you need.” He motions to his lap, where his cock is beckoning you like a siren at sea. You hastily go to unzip your dress, but he stops you. “Leave it on.” His gaze drags down your form, back up to your throat, where his eyes linger for a moment before he’s looking into your eyes again. “Leave all of it on.”
His words make you shiver, but you obey, crawling over to straddle his lap. He yanks your panties to the side in record time, immediately thrusting two fingers into you. You mewl at the sensation, eyes squeezing shut as your hand comes up to slap over your mouth to muffle the sound.
“Nuh uh, let me hear.” His voice is in your ear, nose rubbing against the lobe of it. “Let me hear your pretty sounds- God, you’re so fucking wet.”
You could hear him moving his fingers inside you, even over your own noises. You grind down into his hand without consciously realizing you’re doing so, chasing the pleasure his fingers brought you. You open your eyes blearily, wanting to see him, only to find that he’s studying that same spot again, right at the base of your neck. Jutting your chin up so that your throat is completely vulnerable, you give him a meaningful look.
He accepts the offer, teeth coming down to bite at your pulse point. The moan that escapes you is profane, dwindling to the pathetic whimper of an injured animal as he sucks at the skin where he bit, soothing it with his tongue. Your chest is next, ample cleavage on display for his lips to lock onto, sucking a hickey into the sensitive skin with ease. The hand that’s not fucking into you grips onto your waist to leave another bruise, pulling you impossibly closer.
You know what he’s doing- Marking what’s his, letting everyone know who you belong to. And you couldn’t care less about the perception of it, lost in the pleasure of his lips and the sensation of being owned. Arching into his mouth, your hands tangle in his hair as your legs start to quiver with unadulterated want.
“‘M close, Will I’m-” You pant, tugging at his hair desperately.
“I know, pretty girl, be good and come for me so I can fuck you properly.” He whispers into your neck, and that’s all it takes to hurtle you over the edge, shaking with your orgasm even as he replaces his fingers with his cock.
It’s so much more- more girth, more length. It stretches you, fills you up to the brim. You’re still in the aftershocks of coming as he starts fucking you in earnest, yanking you into his chest until you feel like you can’t get a breath in. You’re practically wailing, the sensitivity of getting fucked so quickly after orgasming overwhelming, but it’s perfect.
“You’re my girl, right?” He’s grunting, holding you stationary while his hips rock up into you at break-neck speed. “My pretty girl, all mine.”
You nod, incoherently babbling, “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours-”
“Want my cum?” He pulls back just enough to look in your eyes. It’s all love there- an all-consuming love that illuminates his gaze like a flame. “Want me to fill you up? Put a baby in you- Keep a baby in you?”
You’re nodding again, unintelligible sounds falling from your lips in response. “Please.” You finally manage to stammer out.
He’s almost smiling, a joyous kind of pleasure overtaking his features as his thrusts grow erratic for the second time that evening. Your grip on him tightens as you feel yourself get closer and closer, tears springing in your eyes from the overstimulation.
It hits you like a fucking train, face curled into his neck in a silent scream, legs spasming in every direction. He fucks you through it, coming in hot spurts inside you, thrusts growing sloppier until he finally nestles himself deep within you, setting you down gently in his lap again.
You’re panting and trembling, completely collapsed against his chest. The both of you sit like that a few long minutes, his hand rubbing at the exposed part of your back soothingly. When you feel an iota of strength return to your body, you’re craning your neck up to kiss his cheek.
He’s grinning, turning to look down at you. “Well shucks, thanks for the kiss, honey.”
You’re giggling with him, pushing yourself up so that your back is straight. You hiss as the movement moves him inside your sore hole, a shudder passing through your body.
“You better cut that out, I’ll fuck you again if you’re not careful.” He warns teasingly, hands gripping your hips lightly.
You flash him a grin, and then ready yourself for the chore of him pulling out. You know it’s going to be tender, but you still yelp as he slips out of you. Flopping into your seat, you give yourself another minute to collect your breath. He tucks his cock away, zipping up his pants carefully and starting the car.
You zone out for a moment, only recognizing the long silence that has stretched between the two of you after a few minutes more have passed. You look over at him, a question on your lips, when the look on his face makes you pause.
He’s staring in between your legs, a small pout on his face. “It’s leaking out.”
You throw your head back, barking a laugh at his distress. “I have an IUD as well, my love, I don’t think it’ll work no matter how hard you try.”
His eyes go dark at your words. “Then I’ll just try harder next time.”
Before you can respond, the car is in drive, and you’re headed home. You quickly buckle your seat belt, pulling down the passenger mirror to clean yourself up, stopping when you catch the first glimpse of your reflection.
Your makeup has smeared everywhere. Black streaks run down your cheeks in rivulets, your lipstick smudged around your mouth. Your tits are littered with bruises, lovebites of various colors decorating your skin. You look like a slutty fucking mess, You think to yourself. You’re searching for a napkin to wipe your face when Will speaks up again.
“Leave it.” He flips on his turn signal, pulling onto your street. His jaw is tight, and you swear you can see a bulge in his trousers. He turns to look at you as he puts the car in park in front of your house, eyes already glossed over again. “Leave all of it.”
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Hey angel! I’ve loved all the Sergio fics you’ve written! Can I request reader being younger than him and dating him but she’s never been with anyone in bed so she has her first time with him please? And he’s very sweet and patience and he never forces himself on her please? Thank you 🙏
𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 [ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, Minors DNI ]
𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader
Word Count : 2.3k
𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: This took me so long because I have never wrote NSFW before, but ya knowwww first time for everything right? ANYWAYSSS I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!
(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so as of now uploads will mainly be on weekends. Thank you for your patience c’: ♥
You are head over heels in love with Sergio Ramos, a man who makes your heart skip a beat every time you see him. You love the way he laughs, the way he talks, and the way he looks at you with those warm, affectionate eyes. Every moment spent with Sergio feels like a blessing, whether you're going out on a date or simply spending time together at home. You feel like you can be your true self around him, and he accepts you unconditionally for who you are. When you're apart, you find yourself daydreaming about Sergio, thinking about all the wonderful moments you've shared and all the exciting adventures you have yet to experience together. You can't wait to see him again, to hold him close, to feel his warm embrace. Despite the media's constant attempts to portray you as being with him solely for financial gain due to your 3-year age difference, it is obvious that you are madly in love with him.
You walk into your home to the delightful aroma of delicious food cooking in the kitchen, and as you approach, you see Sergio donning a chef's hat and apron, fully engrossed in the art of cooking. You laugh as you ask, "What's cookin' good lookin'?" while admiring his chef attire and thinking how adorable he looks. You informed Sergio before you left earlier that you didn't want to go anywhere for your anniversary because you simply wanted to spend time with him and him only. Despite your current fame as a model, your upbringing in poverty left you with the belief that you shouldn't spend a lot of money on pricier items. Sergio believed that by preparing a meal for you, he might add some personal touches to the evening as he is aware that you don't like to flaunt your riches or eat at upscale establishments. With a big smile on his face, Sergio greets you with a warm hug and kiss, then turns your attention to the kitchen table, where he has set up a beautifully decorated table with candles, flowers, and your favorite music playing in the background. As it was a beautiful day outdoors when you were shopping, you are wearing a yellow sundress and white sandals to show off your newly painted toes. You smile and lean forward to take in the fragrance of the flowers, " Cariño, no tenías que hacer todo esto (Honey, you didn't have to do all of this)," you say. "I have to, of course. Las princesas siempre deben ser tratadas como tal. ( Princesses should always be treated like one.)" Your smile is still present as you shake your head. He has always been a gentleman towards you.
“You didn't find anything you liked?,” He questions seeing you don't have any shopping bags as he places a plate of delicious tomato and basil bruschetta, drizzled with olive oil and balsamic vinegar in front of you. “No, I didn't find much… Thank you baby,” you respond as you pick up the piece of bread, biting into it. As you savor the flavors of the freshy tomatoes, Sergio tells you how much he loves you and how grateful he is to have you in his life. "Cariño, solo quiero que sepas cuánto te amo y te adoro. Nunca me hubiera imaginado hace dos años que estaría con un ángel como tú. (Baby, I just want you to know how much I love and adore you. I would have never imagined two years ago I would be with an angel like you.) You are the most important person in my life, and I cannot imagine my world without you. Cada momento que pasamos juntos es un tesoro que atesoro con todo mi corazón. (Every moment we spend together is a treasure that I cherish with all my heart.)" Hearing his sincere remarks, you pout your bottom lip as his love and affection fill your heart. “Te amo y te adoro tanto, mi amor. (I love and adore you just as much, my love.) Thank you for being there for me and for showing me your unending affection.”
After you finish eating your "appetizer," Sergio takes the plate from you and puts it in the sink. A few minutes later he brings out a succulent roasted chicken, perfectly seasoned and cooked to perfection. He serves it alongside a colorful medley of roasted vegetables, including carrots, zucchini, bell peppers, and rice. He knows chicken and rice is your favorite and you dislike eating items that are too heavy on your stomach, so he thought he could cook it with a bit more of his personal touch. Given that you are often the one cooking and that if not you, he hires a chef, you are taken aback when you see the plate in front of you. He removes the chef's hat and coat he is wearing, hangs them up in the kitchen, and then sits across from you. “Let's eat shall we?,” he says and you eagerly nod. Throughout the dinner, Sergio keeps you entertained with his charming personality and witty jokes, making sure you feel loved and cherished. Overall, the evening is a perfect celebration of your love for each other, and you couldn't have asked for a better partner than Sergio Ramos.
The two of you went into the living room after supper to watch a movie and drink wine. The wine bottle is empty by the time the movie is an hour into it, and the two of you are making out.
Moaning against his lips, you are straddling his waist and exchanging saliva. He presses you into him by placing his hands on your ass and starting to rock you back and forth. Although dressed in jeans, he has a noticeable bulge. You start to experience intense arousal, and you decide that this is the night you want him to take your virginity. Two years have passed since you two started dating, and those two years have been full of love, charm, and happiness. Just as you wanted to see all of him, you also wanted him to see all of you. Sergio never makes you do anything you didn't want to do; he always asks you first before moving forward. The way you are leading the kiss and pressing against him a little more firmly than usual has given him the impression that you might go farther this time. Normally, after you two make out, he goes into the bathroom to satisfy himself with his hand.
"Want take this to the room?" you ask as you gently pry yourself away from him. He pants as well, asking, "Are you sure?," because he knows you already know what that will result in. You nod while biting your lower lip. As he pulls you up, he presses his lips once more against yours and gives you a tender kiss. You wrap your legs around his waist as he proceeds towards the bedroom. He kicks open the bedroom door, groaning into your lips as he lays you on the bed. When your dress rises, he crawls on top of you, lovingly kissing your neck before laying his hand on your exposed thigh. He rubs your thigh and asks, "May I?," edging ever-closer to your panties. Your panties are soaked just from him stroking your thigh and the earlier things he did. You bite your lower lip while nodding. "Words my love," he raises his head and begins to nip at your earlobe. After your makeout session, you still can't catch your breath as you pant out, appearing to be out of breath, "Yes, my love." He presses his lips once more on yours while massaging your clit with his hands as he glides over your underwear. Your gasp from the unknown wonderful sensation allows him to slip his tongue inside your mouth. You thrust your hips upward to exert greater pressure on his hand, which makes him sneer in defiance of your demands. He bites your bottom lip, pulls back a little, and mumbles against your lips, “Princess is so eager, huh?,” before releasing go. He stops touching your panties, gets out of bed, and starts to unbuckle his belt and take off his shirt. He needed his boner to be released because it was throbbing and felt trapped against his pants. He unzips his pants and lets them fall to the ground as he flings his belt to the ground. You start to fear you can't handle him as you open your eyes slightly in response to how huge his bulge was, but the tingling sensation between your thighs told you otherwise. As you spread your legs wider to allow him to fit between you, he leans back on top of you and presses his lips hungrily back against yours. Only the thin cotton of your damp underwear and his boxers were in between the two of you, so you can feel his boner more intensely. He moves your panties to the side and runs his finger over the wet slit before inserting one of his fingers. As your legs tighten up against him, you gasp at the sensation. He gently pulls his lips away from yours as he enjoys the sound of your small moans against his ear. He keeps moving slowly until he thinks he can add another finger. When he finally does, you whimper in pleasure. You had touched yourself before, so you are not entirely naïve, but his fingers felt very different from yours. You start to press your hips against his fingers in an effort to get him to move more quickly, but he resists. Instead, he reclines and asks, "Are you sure you want to do this? " while gazing down at your face. With love in his eyes, he continues, "If you're not sure, it's okay, darling.
You nod your head, determined that this is what you want, “I want it. I want you.” Sergio has always made you feel comfortable throughout the entire relationship and by him reassuring you that it is okay if you do not want it only made you want him even more. You love this boy with your entire heart. He kisses your forehead, nodding his head as he begins to kiss and suck on your neck, more than likely creating hickies, as he begins to slip off his boxers. Once his boxers are off, he begins to slip your panties down as well until they are completely off. Once they are off, he rubs his tip against your slit to lube it up with your wetness. He kisses you on your lips, “Tell me if it is too much, Okay?” He says, causing you to nod your head. He begins to slowly push his tip inside, the feeling being uncomfortable for you as it was a weird sensation. Meanwhile, Sergio is trying not to cum already from the tightness of your pussy wrapped around his tip. He groans against your ear, causing you to feel turned on even more. He begins to slowly thrust his tip in you back and forth until your pussy welcomes him more and more. Your legs begin to clench against him, you pant softly as you tremble underneath him. Maybe because you are a secret masochist, but the slight painful but pleasurable feeling made you feel so good. “I love you so much, you know that?,” He whispers against your ear as he continues to go deeper inside of you. By now, your mind begins to feel cloudy as you are only focussing on the feeling of him entering inside of you. He makes sure to go slow, until now, he is about 2 inches inside of you. He feels himself not being able to fully go inside as your hymen was restricting him. “Princess this may hurt a little bit, but I promise itll feel okay after?,” he says as he kisses your forehead. You nod your head biting your bottom lip softly as he wraps one around your neck forcing your head to press against his chest. He thrust harder inside of you, causing your hymen to break, and allow him to get half way inside. You wince harshly as you grip his sides, a shaky breath escapes your lips. Sergio is using all of his internal strength to not bust inside of you as you squeezed him tightly. As he lets go of you so your head can lay back on the bed, he begins to whisper sweet nothings into your ear and remain still so you could get used to his size before he continues on. A few minutes pass and you begin to move yourself up and down, hinting you wanted him to continue on. He gets the memo and continues on, thrusting inside of you slowly until he is fully inside of you.
As the minutes pass, you become more at ease with him inside of you, and the pleasure outweighs the discomfort, and you are able to adjust yourself. Your dress hem is now up to your belly button as you throw your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. This allows him to push deeper into you, which makes him groan, "Damn Y/N you feel so amazing." You moan next to him and enjoy how his long, firm cock stuffed you.
The rest of the night followed by the both of you not just having sex, but making love.
Sergio has always been deeply in love with you. He is completely smitten by you and can't imagine his life without you. And of course, you feel the same way about him as you two have a strong and loving relationship. Sergio feels incredibly lucky to have been blessed with you in this lifetime, the one who loves him equally as much as he loves you. He is grateful for the love and joy that his girlfriend brings to his life, and he looks forward to a future filled with happiness and love.
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Feral
Pairing: Will Ramos x reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If you feel some type of way about it please please just don’t read <3
Warnings: 18+ SMUT; MDNI; Porn without plot; oral (female receiving); face sitting; face riding; dirty talk; pussy!drunk Will; squirting; petnames (princess, baby, doll)
This is inspired by @cowpokeomens and their pussy-drunk-Will blurbs. We all know what this man can do with his tongue and no one can convince me he doesn’t absolutely go feral when he’s going down on you. Enjoy!
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It was 01:42 a.m. and you were walking the short distance between the taxi and your building's front door, arms wrapped around yourself as you tried to shield your body from the cold night air. Your heels clacked as you took quick steps on the sidewalk, struggling to find your key in your purse.
Once you felt the cold keys and pulled them out you turned around and waved goodbye at your friends as they drove off in the taxi. You had met them earlier that day to have a girls' night out to celebrate one of their birthdays.
It took you two tries to open the door as you were slightly tipsy, the last drink that you had about two hours ago still lingering slightly in your system. You had had so much fun hanging out with your friends after a while, but you would be lying if you weren't happy to be back home to Will.
You felt instantly warmer as the main door closed behind you. You hurried to the elevator and then to the front door of the apartment both of you shared, trying to open the door quietly in case Will was already asleep. Carefully, you made your way into the apartment, the lights in the living room off. From the front door you could see the dim lights coming out of Will's studio, indicating to you that he was still awake.
You made your way to the room and knocked slightly on the semi-open door as to not startle Will who was on his gaming PC, taking small breaks in between shooting in the video game to pet the cat that was curled up in his lap with one hand.
At the sound of the knocking, he turned around, smiling as he saw you leaning against the door frame. His pretty face was softly illuminated by the screen and his pretty brown eyes slightly sleepy.
"Hi..." you made your way into the room, leaning down to kiss him.
""Hi babe... Why are you home so early?" He asked, returning his attention to the screen as he was playing online. You pouted slightly at the lack of attention, choosing to lean against the back of the chair, one hand on each of his shoulders as you watched him play.
"Dunno... I just really wanted to come back home to you. It was a lot of fun though" You smiled, starting to massage his shoulders slightly, feeling him relax under you.
"That's good to hear princess" He smiled, giving you a quick glance before turning to look at the screen again. You looked beautiful in that outfit and he was doing his best to finish the round asap so he could peel it off of you.
As if you had read his mind, you slowly lowered your lips to his neck leaving small kisses and inhaling his intoxicating perfume. The slight tipsiness was making you incredibly horny and your boyfriend just happened to be wearing those grey sweatpants that made your knees go weak.
He sighed in response, licking his lips and tilting his head to the side to give you better access to his neck.
"Can we go to bed? I need you ..." You said against his skin as you continued covering his neck in kisses, feeling his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed a soft groan.
"I'm in the middle of a round princess... Can you wait a little bit? I promise I'll be done in no time" He answered, tempted to leave the game but not wanting to ruin the round for the rest of his friends in the lobby. Plus he knew you would be patient for him, always so eager to please him.
This is why when you protested slightly he raised one eyebrow at you, wondering where this bratty behavior was coming from.
"But I need you so badly" you complained, leaving a soft bite on his neck, causing him to miss one of his shots in the videogame. The way you affected him was inexplicable, your body igniting something in him that he never thought possible. But he loved seeing you desperate a little too much, which gave him the strength he needed not to cave into your pretty moans.
"I promise I will be done soon okay doll? Now be a good girl and wait for me in bed" He said, connecting his eyes to yours, taking in your pretty pouty lips as you relented, making your way to the door. "Naked", he added, the words sending a shock straight to your chore.
You walked to the room, your steps accelerating without you noticing. Your entire body was on fire just at the thought of his touch. That is how badly this man affected you. You sat down clumsily on the bed and took off your heels after which you stood up and wiggled out of your dress.
You climbed up the bed and sat as you leaned on the headboard. You took off your underwear tossing it towards the floor and covered yourself with the blankets. Minute after minute went by torturously slow as you bit your finger, body still trembling with anticipation.
Eight long minutes passed painfully slowly as you ran every steamy scenario of the things you thought he might do to you through your head. The sound of the door handle opening and the slight squeaking of the hinges made you jolt forward in excitement.
Will's slender silhouette made its way into the room, his eyes now wide awake as he licked his lips, pleased at your good behavior. "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting doll" he bent over and picked up your panties from the floor, biting his lips slightly as he felt the damp soft fabric. You blushed at his actions, thighs rubbing together in anticipation.
He brought your panties to his face and inhaled your scent deeply, the lustful action increasing the pressure you felt between your legs. “Such a patient girl for me “He let the panties drop and made his way to the bed while he took off his t-shirt. You eyed his frame hungrily as you let the blankets fall slightly, revealing your bare chest to him
He crawled up the bed caging you underneath his body and closed the distance between you, kissing you deeply and hungrily. You sighed on his lips, your hands going straight to his back, trying to pull him closer to you.
"You've been so patient baby" he said, voice deep with lust as he began attacking your neck with soft licks and kisses. "Yes..." You reply, voice shaking due to the pent-up tension in your body that begged for him to give it some form of relief.
"You must be so needy... 'gonna reward you so good baby" his lips were now toying with your nipples as his large hands played with your mounds. His promising words caused you to arch your back, pleading for more from him.
His fingers made their way down your body, drawing soft moans from your mouth as they moved towards where you needed him most. He growled deeply as his fingers softly parted your lips, now being able to feel how wet you were for me.
He wanted, no, needed to taste you so badly. "So fucking wet for me" he commented, beginning to rub you softly as he took in your reactions of bliss at finally getting some stimulation. All he wanted to do was bury his face between your thighs and take care of the pretty mess you were making for him. But even that wouldn't be enough.
"Fuck princess... Want you to sit on my face" he said, leaving a soft bite in the flesh between your ribs. You gasped at his words, eyes connecting with his to see if he meant it. And as soon as you locked eyes you knew he did. He looked at you in an almost animalistic way, hard cock straining against his sweatpants.
"Does that sound good, doll? Would you like that?" He asked, every cell of his body vibrating for you to say yes.
"yes..." You replied. That's all it took for Will to grab your waist and swap positions with you, leaving you straddling him. He moved down slightly on the bed, throwing all pillows but one down on the floor, leaving one of them under his head.
"Go on then baby. Let me make you feel good" he softly squeezed your thighs, urging you to go higher up his body. You were slightly shy, the unfamiliar position making you blush. Yet you were so wet you were practically dripping at how pretty he looked underneath you.
You hesitated a bit as you made your way up, putting one knee at each side of his face, one hand resting against the wall as you hovered over his mouth, squirming when you felt his breath reach your chore.
Will was in heaven. How had he not thought of this earlier? You gasped as you felt his hands grab at each of your thighs and his tongue dart out to give an experimental lick to your chore. You cried out softly at the feeling, grabbing onto the headboard for support.
Will wanted more. It wasn't enough to have you hover over his face. He wanted to loose himself between your legs, licking every inch of your sopping cunt. He could sense you were hesitant though, taking matters into his own hands.
"Don't get shy on me now baby" he said, voice low with lust. "Fucking" he tugged at your thighs harshly towards his face "sit".
You cried out in pleasure as he pulled you in and locked you in place with his strong arms, licking a long strip up your cunt. He moaned into it, feeling your taste overwhelm his taste buds, the vibration making you moan loudly.
He gave your cunt slow kitten licks while he couldn't help but grind his hips into the air, cock leaking precum just over giving you head.
His control didn't last long and he began eating you out like a man starved, his hands digging slightly into your thighs.
"Fuck yes! " You cried out, eyes watering as you felt his hot tongue everywhere. Will loved eating you out, knowing exactly how you liked it. The new angle, however, was sending your head spinning, your orgasm approaching you even quicker than usual.
He sucked at your clit, drawing pretty cries from your lips as you couldn't help but rock your hips slightly looking for even more contact. He took it as a sign and stuck out his tongue for you to ride. The image of him sticking his tongue out for you to use was enough to make something inside you snap, all rationality leaving your mind.
You began riding his long tongue, the slightly rough texture against your swollen clit had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
The view Will had from in between your legs was nothing but pure eroticism. Your beautiful face contorted in pleasure as you let yourself go, fucking yourself on his tongue. He could die happy in that moment, with his face buried between your legs as you used him to her yourself off.
He did his best to apply pressure with his tongue as you grinded against it, moaning as he felt a new wave of slick drip into his mouth. The knot in your chore was tightening by the second, and when he drowned a guttural growl in your cunt, the strong vibration sent you over the edge.
Your orgasm ran you over, something snapping inside you, shaking and screaming his name as you squirted for the first time all over his face.
He was delighted, hungrily lapping up your juices as he licked you through your high. He cleaned up your messy cunt as you still felt it pulsating after the strong orgasm. He held tight onto your thighs for a couple minutes, not willing to let you go until he had licked and sucked all of your slick, getting soft cries from you at how sensitive you felt. He finally left a soft kiss on your abused clit as he released his grip on your thighs.
You slowly lifted yourself up, legs shaking, and sat down again a bit lower on his body. Your fucked out expression only increased when you were able to see his face fully again, chin glistening with your cum and pupils dilated in pure bliss.
"Holy shit..." Were the only words you could string together as your brain was still foggy from your high. You relaxed against his body, sitting on his lap while you tried to catch your breath.
You looked back behind you as you felt slight dampness underneath you. You looked down, finding a dark spot in his sweatpants. Your eyes widened at the sight, his cock still twitching slightly after his release.
"Will, did you come in your pants?"
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You're Shooting Stars From The Barrel Of Your Eyes
A/N: Surprise! She wrote something. I literally word-vomited this out so quickly it's insane SO that means it's not proofread at all. If it sucks or if it's got a lot of errors then I apologize feel free to yell at me in my asks. I've wanted to write something for Will for a HOT second but haven't yet. So yeah.. here's.. this fucking thing :)
Pairing: Will Ramos x Female Reader
Content Warning: Handjob, accidental voyeurism, Will Ramos in sweatpants gets its own warning, if I missed anything please let me know.
Will Taglist: @concretenoah, @deathblacksmoke, @ovhellfire, (if anyone is interested in Will Ramos stuff please let me know. I plan to write more in the future)
“I swear to god if you don’t hurry up and pick a movie I’m going to slap the fuck out of you.”
“Why do I have to do it?!” Austin pouts as he plops down into the large bean bag chair.
“Because,” Moke starts. “I chose last time. Adam chose the time before that. We have a system. It’s your turn motherfucker now PICK!”
Adam and Andrew snicker as Moke and Austin argue over movie choices. Will rolls his eyes and walks into the kitchen to check on you.
“Everything alright in there?” You ask amused. Will snorts. “Yeah, they’re just being dramatic again about the movie we’re going to watch.” He wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder as you empty the popcorn bags into separate bowls. You laugh loudly and turn to look at him. His brown eyes look at you confused. “What’s funny?”
This time you snort. “Like you weren’t practically throwing a tantrum when they didn’t want to watch The Goonies when it was your turn last time.” Will lets go of you and takes a few steps back. “Y/n, you know the Goonies is my favorite movie.”
“Yes, darling. You also make us watch it every movie night without fail. You’ve got to pick something else.”
“I can’t help it, baby. It’s a classic.” Will grins at you and pecks your cheek. You laugh and roll your eyes, shoving a couple of bowls in his hands “Make yourself useful for once.” He kisses your cheek again and walks into the living room. Your gaze drops to admire his ass in his sweatpants. Your cheeks begin to heat up but you ignore it since you have guests over.
Walking into the living room everyone is settling into their seats as you pass out the two remaining popcorn bowls. Austin finally makes his selection and turns on the movie.
“The Parent Trap, Austin. Seriously?” Will asks, laughing.
“Fuck off, dude. You’re just pissed because Lindsey Lohan is cooler than you.”
You sit down and lean into Will. He pulls the blanket from the couch to drape around the two of you. He wraps his arms around you, gives you a tight squeeze and kisses your forehead. You snuggle into each other as the movie starts.
About halfway through you become bored. You’ve seen this movie a million times and you’ve become restless. Everyone else seems to be enjoying it but all you’ve been able to think about is Will in those damn sweatpants all night. You normally wouldn’t take the risk with all of his friends being in the room but you’re feeling especially bold this evening.
You place your hand on his thigh and feel him tense immediately. “Baby.” He whispers in your ear, a warning. He knows where this is headed. You smile to yourself and lean into him further, moving your head to place soft kisses on his neck. His grip on your waist tightens and he kisses the top of your head to stifle a groan. You slowly move your hand up his thigh and his free hand grabs your wrist as his eyes scan the room. Satisfied that everyone’s attention is thoroughly fixed on the screen he releases your wrist and relaxes.
Your hand finds his cock already half-hard and he hisses quietly as you palm him through his sweats. He keeps his face buried in your hair to hide the soft moans and curses leaving his mouth. You nibble at a sensitive spot on his neck and he squeezes your hip so hard you know it’ll bruise later. He slowly rocks his hips into your touch, careful not to gain too much attention. His shuddered breaths and quiet “oh fucks” are telling you he’s doing everything he can to hold back. You move your lips to his jaw and slow your movements on his cock. He lets out a sharp breath and pushes into your hand.
“Baby..” he pants. “Baby, please.”
The moment you hear those words you give in. Your plan was just to tease him. Get him drunk off your touch and make him drag you down the hall and fuck you until you were screaming and spasming around his cock regardless of who was in the next room. He’s usually the one making you beg for him but the desperation in his voice was too delicious to ignore. You dip your fingers in the waistband of his shorts and he whines. “Gotta be quiet baby” you whisper and bite the shell of his ear. He nods but his grip on you becomes brutal. You pull his cock out and his breath hitches as you spread the pre-cum leaking from his tip.
“You’ve made a mess baby. Is this all for me?”
He writhes and bucks his hips into your hand. He tries to lay his head back against the couch but you use your free hand to pull his face back to you.
“They’re going to notice if you do that. Eyes on me baby.”
He nods, doing as he’s told. You stroke him slowly and his eyes flutter closed as he places his forehead against yours. You watch him as you continue pumping him. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him if you tried. His eyebrows furrowed together and his mouth slightly agape. He was beginning to sweat and the smell of his cologne and musk mixed together with the rush of getting caught was making you dizzy. You mentally curse yourself for starting this with your friends in the room. The pants and noises coming from Will had you completely soaked. You squeeze your thighs together hoping for relief that never came. It took all of your strength not to throw the damned blanket off of the two of you and ride him on the couch in front of everyone.
“No. Be patient. We have all night to do that.” You think to yourself.
Will’s hips stutter in your hand. His breaths become more erratic and you know he’s close. You pump his cock faster and his eyes fly open and stare into yours. You’re always surprised just how much darker his brown eyes get when he’s desperate for you like this.
“Gonna-fuck… gonna come baby” he whispers as he attaches his mouth to yours. The kiss is open mouthed, both of you panting into each other. He wraps his other arm around you and holds you like you’re the only thing that’s keeping him from falling through the earth. “Fuck, I… y/n please”
“Come on baby, cum for me.”
He groans into your mouth and you feel hot ropes of cum shoot up and run over down your hand. You stroke him through his orgasm until he’s grabbing at your wrist to stop. He smiles against your lips and kisses you. He takes the underside of his shirt and wipes your hand off and tucks himself back into his sweatpants. You wrap your arms around his waist and he pulls you closer.
“Thank you baby” He whispers and you giggle.
The room is quiet for a moment with the exception of the movie. Suddenly you hear a snicker from across the room.
“Baby please!” Moke moans mockingly.
“Oh my god, y/n! I’m gonna cum!” Adam joins.
“Jesus fucking christ you guys. Go do that in your room next time. That was disgusting.” Andrew pipes in.
“Oh my god.” Your face turns bright red and you bury your face in Will’s chest. Suddenly, Will whisks you up in his arms and stands up in front of the guys.
“That sounds like a great idea, actually.” He walks out of the living room.
“You assholes should probably leave. I’m gonna go take care of my girl.” He calls out, making his way down the hallway. You giggling in his arms the whole way.
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Masterlist - Multifandom
I only write for 18+ characters I will mostly write gender neutral or female readers, but if wanted I can try writing for others too! :) I'm also open to requests! (Scenarios, characters, headcanons etc) PS: English is not my first language, so if I make any (spelling) mistakes, please let me know how I can improve my writing. <3
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Body wash.
Will Ramos x female reader.
Fluff, bath, comfort.
From the sweet request: "We love post tour Will, so I was wondering, how about a nice, long bath with our favorite puppy boy? Will’s love language is touch and after a long tour that’s the one thing he needs the most to be able to relax. I can already see it: Will and his love in the bathtub (think of it Pretty Woman style - god I watched that movie way too many times when I was growing up lol). She’s delicately applying a hydrating mask on his curly hair, carefully untangling the knots, then slowly washing his body…*sigh* what a wonderful day that’d be."
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Will's body was hot against yours, his skin slipping as his back hit your chest. Gently you started to massage his shoulders, hoping it would help him relax a little. Will's last few days have been rough and you hoped a hot bath would soothe him, even if it was for some minutes.
Softly he leaned more on your body, allowing the hot water to embrace more of his body. A little bit of music ran in the back, it was so low that you weren't even sure of what was playing but it was enough to distract his mind as he started to strum on the ceramic of the bathtub, all in rhythm.
He was feeling good between your arms, your presence was the only thing that could calm him down almost immediately. He loved his job but sometimes it got him so frustrated, among the arguments he could have with the other guys, the tour or the way the song wasn't turning how he wanted it to. Will loved his job and he knew how lucky he was to be able to have a very decent life thanks to it but sometimes, despite all of that, the only thing he wanted was to go home and feel you close. He wanted you to cuddle him, to tell him that everything would be alright, that he was doing a good job and that you loved him. That was what he longed for.
"Are you feeling better?" You asked when Will tilted his head back to let it rest on one of your shoulders.
He only hummed at you as a form of answer. His eyes closed for a second and he let your hands wander on his torso. Slowly, you brushed your fingers against his pectorals and Will sighed in pleasure as chills settled on his skin. His wet hair fell on his nape and the messy curls tickled your own chest
"You know-" He started then paused, taking one of your hands in his to admire your fingers. "I'm really grateful that you're here with me. Thank you."
You intertwined your fingers with his, twisting your hands as you kissed his temple. "And I'm really grateful that you're here with me."
Another silent moment passed while he played with your fingers, losing himself in his thoughts. "Do you want to tell me what's bugging you?" You asked and he sighed, dropping your hands back to the water.
"It's dumb. We fought at the end of the tour about a song and the way we performed it live." He sighed, his mood dropping. "It doesn't really matter now that it ended."
You wanted to ask more but felt that Will wasn't ready to talk about it. Touring was always hard on him. He loved it but these kinds of fights were ruining everybody's experience and he hated it. You wanted to give him your support but with the little pieces of information you had, you did not want to say something stupid or devoid of meaning.
"It'll pass Will. Don't worry too much about it." You tried to speak in a tender voice, to bring any kind of comfort, to let him know that you were here with him no matter what but it didn't seem like it was enough. Will hummed at you once again, his mind back to the racing.
Softly you kept leaving kisses on his temple as he allowed himself to let go of some tension, his body deepening more on yours.
"Want me to wash your hair?" You asked, your hands already reaching for the curls to start massaging his scalp.
"Yes please." He breathed out, closing his eyes in, his head tilted back to allow you a better access.
Still in silence, you grabbed the shampoo bottle next to you to pour some into your hands. The scent of it came rapidly to your nose and made you smile. You loved Will's shampoo, it smelled so good, it smelled like him. All of it was so comforting.
Your hands back on his head you cautiously washed his hair, giving it a quick massage. Will couldn't help but sigh every time you applied more pressure on some untouched part of his skull and you smiled to yourself, happy to see him finally give in and enjoy the moment without hating on himself.
Once you carefully rinsed the soap you leaned on to grab the hair mask on the other side of the tub, Will's body following you. Back against the ceramic he immediately laid back on you, as if he couldn't endure the distance between your two bodies.
Even if the water was growing cold his skin was still so hot on you, it was keeping you so warm that you worried he might be freezing. You hesitated to question him, not wanting to ruin the moment or bring it to an end but Will finally looked so comfortable that you did not even bother to ask.
The mask in hand you started to apply it to the end of his hair, carefully fighting with the curls and the mess they created. Everything was tangled and you were glad it wasn't on your head because you wouldn't have the patience to work it out on you. But the soft smile Will had plastered on his lips was enough to motivate you to untangle all the knots on his hand, hydrating his curls. You loved how good he was at taking care of his hair. He was really invested in it and you couldn't find that more adorable.
Some minutes later you successfully finished your art. Will's hair fell perfectly on his nape, the curls being defined and smooth as you liked them. When you let go of him he turned in the bathtub, his body now facing you.
Gently he leaned on for a kiss, his lips brushing yours delicately. You smiled into the kiss as he pressed himself more on you. "Thank you." It's all he whispered before grabbing the body wash. "Come here, I'll wash your back."
It was your turn to switch positions, your body now addressing the tiles of the wall as Will's hand gained your back. The soap was cold, giving you goosebumps. Will noticed it and immediately brought his lips to your shoulders, kissing them as he brushed your skin with his hot breath. "Are you cold?"
You only nodded and he pulled you closer to him. It was not convenient to wash your back but his hot torso was heating you a bit. Still, despite the position, his hands travelled your skin. He insisted on your ribcage and on the knot on your shoulders. Gently he rubbed his hands on all of your back, caressing, as much as he could, every part of you.
When he judged it was enough, and that he saw the chills getting back to your skin, he rinsed it all out, the hot water burning on your now frozen body.
"Let me grab you a towel first, hm." In a quick motion, he got himself out of the bath, swamping the floor with the water that dropped from his body. You wanted to warn him but it was too late, he already had covered all the bathroom in water.
When he got back to the tub he spread his arms with the fabric in it, waiting for you to jump in so he could roll you in it. In a second he got you tugged like a burrito which made you question the size of the towel as you didn't record yours to be big enough to roll someone entirely in it. But you didn't ask, Will was way too happy with his work for you to bother him.
When he finally deigned to cover himself you noticed how greasy his hair was. "Will! We didn't rinse the mask out of your hair, it's going to be crunchy when it dries."
You laughed and Will looked at his reflection in the mirror.
"Damn, and I thought my hair was looking extra handsome tonight." He faked a disappointment as he bent quickly over the bathtub. "Are you helping me or do you plan to let me drown?"
Desperate he tried to wash it off, water falling all over his face. Still mocking him you came to his height, taking over to help him even if you died to take advantage of the situation and splash water on him.
But you didn't try, his mood was not the best tonight and you did not want to bring it even more down. He needed your help, your presence and your comfort, not for you to tease him.
In the end, the rest of the evening was quite calm. Will's hair perfectly clean and styled you both headed to your activities and then to bed. His body curled over yours he hugged you tightly, afraid that you might disappear in the night, as he fell asleep peacefully in your embrace.
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