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jellyfishoreo1206 · 12 days ago

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Quite the Vocalist

Summary: What if the objects had a homeowner who sung often around the house before said homeowner was cursed blessed with the Dateviators?

POSSIBLE(?) SPOILERS FOR THE GAME

Notes: Pre-Dateviators! They/them used but they wear makeup, will switch to 3rd POV and 2nd POV often. You already KNOW that this is a Hector x Reader fic

Totallyyyyy not me trying to influence you guys into listening to my favorite songs no siree, why would you assume such a thing

Warnings: Slightly suggestive! BLANK BLOGS AND MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED IF I SEE YOU INTERACTING WITH THIS POST IN ANY WAY

Headers belong to @/thecutestgrotto

Before the Dateviators crashed through their door window came to their house, the homeowner was quite the vocalist. It’s not that the objects didn’t like it, no, it had quite the opposite effect!

It made the home feel more, well, like a home.

Even if the homeowner didn’t know that almost all of the objects in their household was alive and listening, it was entertaining for them to listen in on their constant humming whilst they busied themselves with a whatever task needed to be attended to or to watch their “live performances” as they belted out whatever lyrics came to mind.

There are many instances of the homeowner doing such things for as long as the objects can remember…

—

It was two months after you had fully settled into your brand new home, and honestly? It feels AMAZING! Amazing to have your own privacy, amazing to finally enjoy the peace and quiet that seemed to never exist, and! No longer having to share the bathroom or bedrooms anymore!!

Is this what liberation feels like?

So here you were, in your bathroom before taking the longest bath known the human-kind. You hadn’t had the chance to use your bathtub, as there was lots of cleaning to do around the house and remodeling to do. And when taking in the final result, it was wonderful. So for all that hard work, a nice hot soak in the bathtub sounded like the perfect reward.

The whole bathroom was decked out: dimmed lights, lightly scented candles, essential oils, bath salts, bubbles in the bath, and of course, your favorite playlist playing softly in the background. After the preparations, you slipped into the warm water, muscles instantly relaxing at the warmth, a soft sigh slipping out once you had fully settled into the bath.

Ough this feels gooooood

Warm water enveloping every inch of you—soothing and massaging the cramped and tight muscles, ebbing away at the gnawing feeling of exhaustion, the feeling of your heart rate beating gradually, and the soft notes of your playlist…Speaking of which, one of your favorites is playing.

It began as a murmur,“You've got this golden way of making my body sway,” Honestly, you forgot where you heard this one, maybe from one of the shows Sam made you watch, but the rhythm of the music stuck to your head, it’s just so groovy. Your head sways gently to the lyrics as the next few line falls from your mouth oh so easily, “Of making my mind fly away, of making it fly,”

“It's the world I love to be in,”

“Come on, let's go high above the ceiling,”

“Oh, we could be feeling, oh, what we could be feeling”

Only when did the chorus begin did you start putting more passion into it, lifting your hand up to swirl a finger in the water in time with the chorus, “I’m one of those witches, babe,”

“I’m one of those witches, babe,”

“Just don’t try to save me, ‘cause, I don’t wanna be saved”

The objects in the bathroom are certainly not annoyed by this, oh no no no. Well, Amir is slightly irritated, but not for the reasons you might think, his mirror is just being fogged up by the warm atmosphere. Though he lets it slide, for now anyway. “They are delightful!! I never knew our new human liked to sing,” Bathsheba exclaimed excitedly, clapping together her manicured hands. The rest of the bathroom residents hum in agreement, chatting amongst each other as they look away to respect the privacy of their new human as they continue singing.

But within the vents, deep within the vents does your voice carry up and up into the attic, where the local vent-dweller resided, listening in to the homeowner sing without an ounce of hesitation. Warm bursts of air spill from the gaps of Hector’s metal suit, face becoming warm. He could feel his heart stutter at the lyrics and their wondrous voice, their voice like the sweet nectar of the Gods that he was somehow blessed to hear.

He never felt this way with the previous homeowners, but this one, this one. He knows they are the one.

He hopes that this is a regular occurrence…

—

And by god was it a regular occurrence.

Hector would watch and listen whenever (Y/N) did anything (except whenever they were in the bathroom, he respects their privacy). But when they sang, overwhelming feelings of love and adoration would fill his very being. Sometimes, sometimes he would imagine that they were singing for him, serading him as they danced underneath the veil of darkness to the rhythm of whatever song was on their mind.

Their faces just inches away from one another, as he held eye contact with their stunning eyes, a hint of a teasing smile on their lips as they leaned in close, so close, to his own. Only for them to kiss his adam’s apple—leaving behind the dark red paint of their lipstick, their lips just barely brushing against his slightly stubbled chin as they pull away.

He shivers in delight at that thought, oh to be claimed by such a kiss.

Before he could delve any further into his imaginations, he was brought out of his thoughts by someone’s distant humming. He crawls towards the source, his metal suit clanking against the air-ducts walls until he arrives at the bedroom. He hesitates, before looking out into the room.

After stepping out of the bath and changing into your pajamas, all that was left for the night was your skincare routine. So, sitting on your bed, and facing the mirror, you begin. It wasn’t a very extensive one, nor was it plain and simple, but it was a routine you liked doing. It made you feel great after you finished, and the products smelled nice.

Silence fills the room, only the sounds of popping caps filled the room. You hummed for a few minutes, but it didn’t feel right. So you do what you love most to fill in the silence.

“Estas tan dentro de mi,”

“Te sigo pensando,”

“Te sigo esperando”

Hector’s attention was immediately drawn and caught, worry etching itself into his face. Why were they singing such a sad song?

“Y estas, oh,”

“Tan lejos de mí, oh”

“Te sigo pensando,”

“Me canso llorando,”

Oh, he recognized this one. It seemed to be one of their favorites to sing whenever it got quiet. He heard you sing the rest before, and he feels that song deep within his chest. It’s sad, but comforting in a way. The brief thought that if you actually see him, he wonders if this song will pop up in your head whenever you think of him..

A worthless thought for him to think. He goes back into the attic to nurse the negative inner turmoil.

—

“Come onnnn!!! You’re telling me that you won’t be the Romeo to my Juilet? Be all romantical and serenade me while I’m swooning up on my balcony?” Sam flutters her eyelashes at you dramatically, hands clasped together along with an over theatrical pout present on her lips. You roll your eyes playfully at her antics, a smile tugging at the edge of your lips as you attempt to keep a straight face.

“Did not say that. I’d just rather be the Phantom to someone’s Christine. Or vice versa, I'm not picky."

Sam's dramatic gasp brings a laugh out of you, as she pretends to faint and lands into your lap, hand on her forehead. “The BETRAYAL! After all those times when I brought you food! All those times when I put you on some of the best fanfics!” She fakes a sob, her lower body slowly sliding off the couch, “How could you do this to meeeeee..?” She lies still on the floor, hand reaching for the ceiling as you give her a dead-pan look.

“Girl get your ass off the floor. I just vacuumed.”

“Gasp! Are you saying I’m dirty?!”

“Dirty minded? Yes.”

“Bitch.”

“Whore.”

The air is filled with silence, staring at each other with a straight face, until laughter bursted from you both. You help Sam back onto the couch, Sam making sure to dust herself off before doing so. “So,” You begin, sinking into the plushness of the couch, “-what’s on the agenda today?”

“So glad you asked.” She jumps up from the couch, and runs outside. A couple seconds later, you could hear her struggling alongside with something heavy being attempted to be dragged inside. You eventually got up from the couch, knowing Sam would be needing some help (and you really don’t want your floors to get scuffed either).

Once you rounded the corner and faced the front entrance, you let out a noise of shock, “Woah! Is that a karaoke machine?”

“You bet your fine ass it is!” Sam heaves out, the machine stuck on the ledge of the front door, stubbornly refusing to move. She kept pulling, but didn’t seem to be making much progress. “Here, lemme help.” Squeezing in-between the door and the machine, you lift up the edge that was stuck. The two of you got it into the living room no problem, so you watched as Sam connected it to your TV, chattering back and forth, laughter ringing out into the house.

Hector watched on in curiosity and the smallest bit of envy. Who was this other human? Why are they so close to them, perhaps lovers? That thought brought a spike of pain to his machine heart, he pushed it out of mind. But they can’t be, lovers don’t insult each other so casually, or do they? He isn’t quite sure in the field of romance, more questions keep piling up with so little answers. So he goes to ask Dorian.

He shuffles back up into the attic, meekly approaching the attic door, attempting to hide the lower half of his face. He squeaks out a small, “Dorian?”, second-thoughts already invading his mind.

“Ah, hello there Hector,” Dorian manifested quickly, greeting him with a small smile, arms crossed as usual. It isn’t often that Hector talks with any other objects that aren’t the attic residents, due to his shy and nervous demeanor. But it is quite a treat whenever he musters up the courage to talk with them, especially with Dorian. He knows that he’s quite literally scared shitless of him, so Dorian tries to lessen his fear of him by showing him some kindness.

He could already tell that the poor chap is nervous out of his mind, noting how he kept wringing his hands, eyes not being able to make eye-contact with him, and how he constantly seems to be tripping over his own words.

But he knows what he’s about to ask, “The other human downstairs is jus’ a friend. Ain’t nothing for you to worry about, mate.” He chuckles as Hector’s sigh of relief, a puff of steam bursting out from his metal collar. He gives him a firm pat on the shoulder, before quickly disappearing.

Back downstairs, you come back into the living room with some drinks you just whipped up at the minibar. “Thank youuu~!” Sam hums out as you hand her her extra sugary and very alcoholic drink. You settled for a whisky sour. “Oo, oo! Can we do a Beyoncé song?” She claps excitedly (her drink on the coffee table), looking at you with sparkly eyes. You hum, mulling it over in your mind, gently swirling the amber liquid in the crystal cup. “...Yeah why not?”

Up in the attic, Hector took a few minutes to calm his racing heart and mind, instead just letting his thoughts wander. Wandering a little too far…He feels a flush of heat rushing into his cheeks as the brief thought of what your lips would taste like, what it would feel like to swallow all the little sounds you make into his own, as the kiss becomes more and more passionate-

OKAY! No more of that…

Bringing himself out of it, Hector’s hearing registers the music blasting downstairs, alongside with two voices singing. Shuffling back into the vents with haste, he makes it back to the living room, peering out with curious eyes to see what commotion has been brought to the living room. And to watch the reason for his living to sing once more.

You and Sam are side by side, facing the screen of the TV. Both of you are covered in sweat, partially due to the summer heat and exerting yourselves so much with how much passion the both of you sing. And because you were dancing (You and Sam almost tripped several times, BUT WE DON’T TALK ABOUT THAT).

The next lines of lyrics pop up, your blood pumping from all the rapid movement as you bring the mic back up to your lips, “Baby, I can’t go anywhere, without thinking that you’re there!” Your body buzzes with energy, limbs becoming agile and they follow the beat of the rhythm. Sam was hyping you up on the sidelines, whooping and dancing along with you.

“Seems like you’re everywhere, it’s true, gotta be having déjà vu!”

“Cause in my mind, I want you here,”

“Get on the next plane, I don't care!”

“Is it because I’m missing you, that I’m having déjà vu?”

Hector watches on in amazement at the vibrancy of your movements, both rhythmic and captivating. Oh if you could hear him, he too would be cheering you on without a single care of who is watching. Reaching the climax of the song, you drop into a sudden split, posing with your hand as you are left heavily breathing, a wide smile on your sheen coated face. Sam quickly goes over to you, excitedly squealing and talking a mile per minute.

You chuckle, using her shoulder to get up from the split, which hurts now jesus christ what the hell, going over to drain the rest of your whisky sour. “I…I think that’s enough singing for today.” You breathlessly say, bumping your hip into hers.

“Oh yeah, definitely.”

Hector will forever have this memory burned into his mind, as he returns back to the attic, face burning and jaw-slacked.

—

Your bathroom sink counter is covered in everything make-up related. Highlighter, foundation, bronzer, eyeshadow palettes, mascara, eyeliner, body glitter, glittery eyeshadow, blush, lipstick, lipstick liner, false eyelashes, make-up brushes, hell even some damn rhinestones to spice it up.

Now you may be wondering, what is it that you’re getting ready for?

Today was a very special occasion, for it’s Sam’s birthday. And Sam, being Sam, wanted to go to a popular pizza place and pub with you and a few other close friends. The only thing she said to you over the phone was two words, “Be extra.” And boy oh boy will you deliver.

Though, you are having quite a hard time deciding what outfit you will be wearing out. Eyeing the two sets indecisively as they hung on the edge of the bathroom door, then looking over at the clock. You have three hours to get ready, and you’re still in your towel! A noise of frustration leaves you, pinching the space between your eyes as you attempt to choose what you’ll be wearing.

The one on the right side consisted of varying tones of (F/C), a pair of pleated wide-legged pants that would perfectly snatch the waist, with a dashing flowy long sleeve shirt with a rather large, yet fashionable, bow on the front. And it paired quite nicely with a vest and pointed business casual shoes.

Though the left one was quite the same as the right, but with a few modifications.

First off, it was glittery. Like, so glittery that if washed with the other clothes they too will equally become glittery. Second off, instead of a bow on the front, it was a large jeweled star brooch that also glittered.

It was a very hard decision. So you merely went downstairs to grab your D-20 to make the decision for you. Whilst downstairs, the objects began to talk amongst themselves. “Oooh they should go with the left one! It’s so pretty!” Bathsheba gasped out, holding the fabric gently in-between her fingers, smoothing over the glittery material.

Amir also inspects the outfit, but with a more scrutinizing eye, bringing the fabric closer to his face, “Hmm, the material is of great quality..lots of glitter, and it seems like our human knows how to style it…” He lets the fabric fall from his hands with an approving grin, “Ah, our little reflection is growing up!” He pretends to wipe away a fake tear.

“Indeed indeed! Lovely fabric, and plenty of ways to stylize a look!” Barry adds on, peeking out from behind Amir, hands itching for the make-up brushes.

Meanwhile in your office, you are trying to find your 20-sided die, but it just seems like it fucking disappeared into thin air! “Fuck! Where is that thing?” You looked everywhere, on your desk, shelves, the floor, drawers, even the small closet here! All without any luck. What you failed to notice was, he was underneath your chair.

Chance merely watches in amusement and fake offense, crossing his arms as he watches the human slump in temperaliy defeat. He was about to reveal his object form before a quick, “Psst!” catches his attention. It’s coming from…the grate? Oh shit, Hector!?

He quickly clears his throat, throwing on his dramatic persona, “Ah, the infamous Enchanter!” He gestures theatrically with his arms, spreading them wide, voice loud yet performative “Do tell, what has brought you down to these weary parts of the village?”

An amused chuckle could be heard from behind the grate, Hector also taking on a dramatic persona to be on par with Chance, “Ah, but a simple favor, dear Master of the Gargoyles.”

“What for?”

Hector drops the persona, clasping his hands together in a sort of begging motion, eyes becoming rounder, how could they possibly get any rounder?? “Please, Chance, whatever you do, please! Choose left!” Chance was left confused, but the dots quickly started clicking together as a sly grin made its way onto his face, wiggling his eyebrows up at him, “Ohohohh, okay, I see what you mean.”

“Please?”

“Okay, but on one condition.”

“Name your price.”

“Come to our next session tomorrow?”

Hector is silent for a bit, contemplating, then with barely contained excitement, “Okay.”

Chance pumps his fist in victory, “Great! We’ll see you at 5 PM!” And with that, his object forms rolls out from underneath its hiding space, hitting your foot, quickly snatching it up and rushing back up the stairs to the bathroom.

“Alright! Anything above a 10, we’ll go with the right.” Clasping your hands around the die loosely, you begin to shake it earnestly, “Anything below a 10, we’ll go with the left!” Letting the dice go, you watched as it rolled, slowing down, before it landed on a nat 1.

“Left it is!” Hector mentally gives his thanks to Chance, his face becoming flush with excitement and adoration. Though he waits for a few minutes before going back up to the upstairs bathroom. He is a gentleman! And as a gentleman, he will do no such thing as breaching your privacy.

Upon arriving at the vent, both his eyes and ears are blessed by your voice and by your figure, watching as you navigate the organized mess of make-up products laid out on the sink. The outfit hugged every curve, as if it were built and made for you! The shimmer of the fabric looked as if it were made from the very night sky itself! Hector couldn't help the burst of hot air, flustered beyond belief as he burned the very moment into his mind.

Unaware of your admirer in the vents, you went about applying the product to your face, free handing something that will match with said outfit. Though, it felt too quiet in the bathroom, even with all the clattering of plastic. Though it is getting a bit hot here…

Probably from your bath earlier this morning.

Some quick tapping, and your playlist is now playing! Oh, and it’s your favorite song too!

“People say she’s bad, but they don’t see, the way she is with me!”

“P is for the painful ways, she makes me feel some days,”

“U is for Utopia, the other times with her,”

“N is for the new wave dreams she had back in her teens,”

“K is for the kid in her, my P.U.N.K. girl!”

The energy was buzzing in the bathroom, as you grooved along with the while also maintaining a steady hand, patting the necessary amount of a product before moving on to the next. Applying the shimmering eyeshadow in a gradient, using a smaller brush to blend the colors in.

“She is honest and kind but in a way that people see,”

“As telling lies and being mean,”

“She has thousand of dreams, but what they are I’ll never know,"

With a stroke of the eyeliner, you have finished the eyes. Turns out you don’t need the fake lashes. You move on to the rest that needs to be finished, maybe you could add some of those rhinestones underneath your eyes to give it more pizzazz…

“Hector, you're steaming again.” Amir points out rather playfully, jutting out a hip and arms crossed. Hector blubbers something out, most likely an apology, too absorbed into the absolute divine being before him, embarrassment coursing through his body like a hot wave as he retreats a small ways from the grate. Though not far enough where your figure doesn’t leave his sight. As he attempts to calm his embarrassment, his mind begins to wander…

You, standing behind him, a mirror in front of you both. It’s the veil of night, the only sourceof light being the soft lighting of the moon. He’s human within this scenario of his, no bulky metal suit dragging down his frame, no metal suit in sight. Instead, soft and squishy flesh is what is seen. He doesn’t have a shirt on, seeing that it was rumpled on the floor beside the two of you. A glimpse in the mirror confirms his face is flushed all the way down to his neck.

He imagines your hands encircling his waist, just underneath the pudge of his stomach, merely resting there as your head rests in the crook of his neck. He feels your heartbeat thumping against his bare back, the slow rise of your chest, the inhale and exhales of yours against his neck.

Goosebumps form wherever you touch, causing delightful shivers to rack through him. He doesn’t dare touch you, not yet. Not until you gave him explicit permission. Slowly, ever so tantalizing, does one of your hands begin to travel up and up his torso—stopping every so often to draw a seemingly random pattern on the exposed skin.

But he’s hyper aware of what these patterns detail. First an “I”, followed by a, “L”, a “O”, a “V”, and a “E”. He already knew what followed after that, his breath becoming slightly heavier as he watches your reflection trace a “Y”, a “O”, and a “U”.

By then, your hand was so maddeningly close to his chest. Barely just a few inches away from his perked nipples, begging for your attention.

He feels it before he sees it, a flash of arousal courses through him as your hand gently pinches the perked bud, rolling it in between your pointer finger and thumb, slowly, oh so very slowly. You’re watching him in the reflection, watching as he crumbles beneath your touch, he feels you shift, no longer are you resting within the crook of his neck.

Your lips are right beside his ear, huskily whispering, “There’s my pretty boy~” Before you gently sucked on his earlobe-

NO! OKAY NO MORE OF THAT! Hector’s face is positively steaming once he comes back to his senses, the vent walls replacing the walls of his imagination— utter shame and delight overtaking his mind and body as he recalls the motions of his daydreaming, covering his heated face with his hands, as if that would deter all the feelings of shame coursing through him.

“Annnnd, done!” You set the make-up brush down, finally finished with the make-up. It is one of your favorites so far! The rhinestones really pulled it all together. A glance at the clock tells you there are 30 minutes until you have to leave. So, you cleaned up the sink, put the outfit back in the closet, threw the dirty laundry in the basket, and left the house with your keys, phone, wallet, and some make-up to touch up your look.

Hector watches as you go, waiting for the moment you come back.

—

Today was a rather slow day.

The house was clean, the fridge was stocked with food, you’re not hungry nor are you sleepy, the laundry was done, the bed was made… You didn’t feel like reading, nor did you feel like doing anything else.

Well, other than lying on the floor of your room.

The hard wood presses into your back, bringing a rather grounding and somewhat comforting feeling. Though it’s not entirely comfortable, it does, however, distract you from impending boredom.

It's quiet in the house, only the dripping of water, the slight creaking of the floors and wall, and the distant humming of the AC are the only prominent noises permitting through these walls. You would call Sam to come over, but she’s been swamped with meetings as of late.

Then, an idea. Sitting outside for a little bit would surely clear your head…

You move to get up, but it seems like your body would rather stay planted on the floor.

You try again, same result.

“Well, shit.”

With a sigh, you just relaxed further into the floorboards, eyes boring into the ceiling. What can you even do when your body doesn’t want to do anything?

Hector watches from above, his hands supporting his face. He wished he could help with your boredom, but what can an AC do when its only purpose is to blow cool or warm air? Hector lets a noise of frustration escape his mouth, letting his head fall forward, a low thunk resonating when his forehead came in contact with the grate.

You don’t hear, of course you don’t hear. So close yet so far from him.

Several minutes have passed, you have not moved a single inch from where you reside. Your thoughts are muffled, foggy even. It feels…nice. Yeah, nice to not think. It’s quiet, you always used to fill the silence somehow…

An idea worms its way into your brain.

It was a song you heard somewhere many years ago, maybe a cousin of yours?

Yeah, your cousin. It’s been a while since you last talked with him. You wonder how he is? Your eyes flutter close, the first verse of lyrics come to you, “Ver como te alejas y querer más de ti,”

“Sin tener en cuenta como eso te hace sentir,”

“Quédate aquí que pronto yo voy a partir,”

“No quiero estar solo cuando me tenga que ir,”

Short, but one you kept close.

You feel a little lighter, maybe you can finally get up? With a grunt, you finally separate from the floor, stretching your limbs due to the lack of blood flow. Man, you should do floor time more often, it feels great.

Your back doesn’t though, but whatever.

Eyes watch as you walk out the room, for once staying in place instead of following

—

Man what god did you pissed off today?

After getting fired from your last job, Sam was able to put in a good word for you at her workplace. Today was just your first day, and you just got fired. Just your fucking luck!

Whilst staring at your monitor in complete disbelief, you get a message from some guy named Tinfoilhat who said he was sending you a package that you’re supposed to keep top secret!

And now the window of your front door is broken, with a blue package being the said cause. Inside said package was a pair of glasses.

This is what you’re supposed to keep top-secret? A pair of glasses??

Well, it’s not like this day can get any weirder!

…

You take that back, it got weirder.

“Hey there!.” A pink-haired stranger now stands in front of you, donning the same pair of glasses as well. Her expression radiates friendliness, a bright smile seemingly permanently etched into her lips. “Your life is about to change. Hope you’re ready!”

You’re bewildered. “I’m sorry, what??”

—

The stranger, now known to you as Skylar, explains everything to you. She’s a pair of glasses called “Dateviators”, which can basically acknowledge any object into existence in your house. Any. Object. Within this house. Embarrassment is the only sole emotion you’re feeling right now. Oh god, maybe your privacy wasn’t so private after all.

The first thing, or um, person Skylar had you acknowledge was your door, who was named Dorian. He’s pretty aloof, with a somewhat gruff exterior. But, he’s actually pretty pleasant to talk with! His aloof nature made it easy to talk with him, the conversation flowing into different topics. Skylar left the two of you to talk for a bit, saying how she’ll check in with you a little later as she threw a wink in your direction.

“So, do you know any of the other objects?”

“‘Course I do, it's very important to keep a steady friendship with everyone.” He pauses, seeming to think over his next response, eyes shifting towards the vent. Well, might as well push you in the right direction.

“There’s this one chap I know, his name’s Hector.”

“Who’s Hector?”

“Why, he’s your AC.” The ends of his lip tilt up with his next response, “He has quite the, ah what’s the saying…” Dorian racks his mind for the words to put together what he’s trying to say, combing a hand through his hair. “Oh yes, he has quite the soft spot for you in his heart.” He can already hear Hector cursing him and thanking him from wherever he is in the house.

“So if I were you, I’d make him your next visit.”

A blush has made itself known on your cheeks. Your AC likes you? You can’t help but feel a little weird about it, but at the same time, your heart flutters a bit. Just a bit.

Only one way to find out more about this Hector.

“Where do I find him?”

“You’ll find him at any of the vents,” Nodding his head towards the closest vent. “Anyway, cheers mate.” And he disappears. You're left standing by your lonesome, staring where Dorian just was. Looking towards the vent, then the surrounding objects, you decided to move towards your room instead.

Sure, it may not have as much privacy, but it makes you feel a little better to be in your space.

Hector is panicking. He watched your entire conversation with Dorian, excitement filling his very being! But Dorian. Dorian mentioned him to you and his undying love for you! He couldn’t see your face very well from this angle, and that scares him. It scares him that you're actually going to meet!

Are you going to be disgusted by him? Creeped out maybe?? God, you’re probably going to absolutely hate him!

Up in your bedroom, you stare up at the vent, anxiety festering in your stomach. You shake those thoughts away, steeling your nerves as you point and focus the glasses on the vent. Your met with a pair of tan hands hanging out the grate, alongside with the most beautiful brown eyes you’ve seen.

You both merely stare at one another, one with curiosity, the other with devotion.

“Hi?” You offer quite lamely, not knowing what else to say as you stared deep into those brown eyes. God, they really are beautiful.

Hector says nothing at first, still drinking in your features, before he clears his throat, hands intertwined together quite loosely as he levels his gaze with you.

“Why hello there.”

OH MY GOD I'M FINALLY DONE!!!!! This took me A WEEK OF NON-STOP WRITING. Not complaining though, 10/10 will do it again.

I hope you guys enjoy this! I'll be putting it up on my AO3 soon.

Here's the list of songs in order:

Witches by Alice Phoebe Lou

No One Noticed (Spanish Extended Verision) by The Marías

Déjà Vu by Beyonce

P.U.N.K. Girl by Heavenly + the art piece that inspired that one steamy scene

No Te Hace Bien by Ale Murío

Have a good day, make sure to eat and drink something!

#hector date everything #date everything #date everything x reader #date everything spoilers #hector valentino airnesto condicionado #hector valentino airnesto condicionado x reader #jellie writings #dw guys I'll post more spicy dribbles about the skrunkly soon

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gimmethatagustd · 1 month ago

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morals on sundays | myg

You're still in love with your ex-boyfriend. Yoongi offers some help to get over him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Genre/Trope: PWP, friends with benefits, post-break up, fluff, light angst, smut

Word Count: 2,177

Content Warning: Making out, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus

A/N: As usual, I wrote this with scrambled eggs for brains and never proofread it, so if you see any errors, no you didn't

Soundtrack: Jessie Reyez, 6LACK - Imported

Lately, you’ve felt like disappearing – not into a crowded city street in another country or down an unlit dirt road into the unknown, but into the warm folds of Yoongi’s hoodie. You’re already halfway there, with your fingers interlaced with his, shoved into the large front pocket, and your face tucked into his shoulder.

“Fuck, I hate taking the bus,” he curses, his words turning into a cloud that disappears into the cold air.

“How much time do we have?”

Yoongi turns his head, and his lips briefly touch the cold curve of your ear.

“You’re mumbling. What’d you say?”

“How much time until it comes?” You squint up at him, cheek still pressed against his shoulder. It’s too warm here to want to move.

“Can’t check the app on my phone unless you give me my hands.”

“No.”

Yoongi chuckles and jostles your head by bobbing his shoulders.

“I thought our date would cheer you up.” His complaint is playful, eyes sparkling in the streetlights when he returns his gaze to the empty road. You should have gotten a taxi.

“I’m gonna die alone. Doesn’t matter how much late-night pizza I eat or how many stupid action movies I watch,” you grumble into Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Even when the action movie lead has a super hot sex scene that’s poorly timed and irrelevant to the plot?”

“Nope.”

“Even when the coolest guy on the entire planet was the one who took you?” Yoongi smiles cheekily, his gaze back on you. He wiggles his shoulders again, hard enough to bounce your head.

Annoyed, you straighten up, hands still shoved in his pockets. The movie wasn’t that bad. The pizza was actually great. You’re just depressed.

“I didn’t think it would take this long…” You whisper into the little space between your body and Yoongi’s. He knows you aren’t talking about the bus.

Yoongi squeezes your hands inside his hoodie. The rest of you might be freezing in the winter night air, but at least Yoongi keeps your hands warm. He keeps your heart warm, too, with his sincere gaze when he looks at you.

“You were too good for him.”

Yoongi’s right. He’s always right.

You’re sufficiently frozen by the time the bus finally arrives. Yoongi pays for you both because he’s trying to make life easy. No bumps in the road, no unnecessary stress. He lets you sit in a window seat so you can stare out at the blurry night scenery and have your sad main character moment for as long as it takes to get to your apartment.

Once you arrive, he follows you inside and heads straight to the kitchen while you slump down the hall to your bedroom. The cold seeps so deeply into your bones that the sweatpants and sweater you change into barely help increase your body temperature.

Maybe it’s because the sweatpants and sweater are your ex-boyfriend’s, and the universe wants to keep your body as cold as his heart was.

In the kitchen, Yoongi uses a wooden spoon to stir hot chocolate in a small pot, your favorite kind that comes in a block of chocolate that melts with milk. It’s likely been years since Yoongi has made you hot chocolate. Cozy winter nights indoors were once commonplace, the two of you alternating between apartments to make each other snacks and treat cuddles like currency. The appearance of your ex put an end to the comfort you shared with Yoongi. It put an end to most things that brought you comfort.

As you expect, Yoongi has two mugs out on the counter. You reach for yours, twisting it in your hands as you wait for him to finish.

“Remember when Spongebob tried to become best friends with Squidward instead of Patrick?” Yoongi asks, turning off the stove. He uses a ladle to pour hot chocolate into his pink mug, then pours some into your yellow one.

“Yes.”

“He was Squidward. I’m just mad I didn’t get to blow up his house–” Yoongi laughs and nearly spills his drink when you smack him in the arm, “–with bubbles! With bubbles. I’m not homicidal.”

Rolling your eyes, you set down your mug next to Yoongi’s, both drinks too hot to drink quickly.

“Thank you,” you mumble, hooking your finger into his hoodie pocket and tugging lightly, the action absentminded. You keep your eyes cast downward because you don’t want him to see your tears if they run. “I’m sorry I’ve been in such a shitty mood. I know it’s been a while, but, it just… I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking about him, and everything fucking hurts…”

Yoongi slips his fingers under your sleeve and circles your wrist, pulling your hand away from his pocket so he can lace your fingers together. They’re so much warmer now, defrosted by the heat blasting through your apartment and Yoongi’s hot chocolate.

“Maybe you could start by not wearing his clothes?” Yoongi offers quietly. “Can’t imagine it’s easy to get over someone when you keep them on your body like that.”

You sniffle and nod. Again, Yoongi is always right.

“Easier said than done…” you mumble, giving him a weak smile when you finally meet his eyes. There’s something there in his expression, something that seems different.

You don’t move away when Yoongi steps closer, even when he has you backed against the counter, even when you feel like you’re going to swallow your heart.

“I could take them off for you,” Yoongi says softly. He lets go of your sleeve to pinch the hem of your sweater, tugging it lightly. “If you can’t do it, I can.”

“Yeah?” You feel out of breath, maybe because you suck in your stomach when Yoongi’s fingers brush against it.

“Yeah,” he echoes, fingers sliding along your ribs as he pushes your sweater up. “So you can get over him.”

It’s a terrible idea, but your stomach flutters when he looks at you with sleepy eyes weighed down by the late hour and lust. He bites his bottom lip, and you feel your resolve slip as easily as Yoongi’s fingers do beneath your clothes.

“I want to.” The declaration is desperate, and for a moment, you can’t do anything but stare into Yoongi’s eyes with an all-consuming sadness that eats at your insides, gnawing on bones and biting holes into your lungs. “God, Yoongi, I want to.”

Yoongi touches his forehead to yours, making you close your eyes because he’s too close and you’re too much of a coward.

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispers. His voice is as gentle as his hands on your bare waist, his thumbs caressing your sensitive skin.

You raise your arms for Yoongi to pull off your sweater. He’s confident when he squeezes your tits, doesn’t even seem caught off guard when he realizes you’re not wearing anything under the sweater. He brushes his thumbs over your nipples as he leans in to kiss you, his tongue tasting sweet from the hot chocolate when he flicks it against yours.

“Yoongi,” you call out with an airy sigh that harmonizes nicely with the sound of him sucking open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

“Hmm?” Yoongi hums against the base of your throat, the vibration sending a tingling sensation straight to your clit. He keeps one hand on the counter beside your waist, caging you in, while his other hand cups your pussy over your sweatpants.

“Oh,” you gasp, your hands immediately finding Yoongi’s firm shoulders when he starts rubbing your clit, occasionally dipping his fingers lower to press against your entrance, soaking the fabric.

“These are his, too, right?”

“Y-yes,” you moan as Yoongi pulls down your sweatpants, taking your underwear with them.

You can’t say you never thought about how attractive Yoongi is; it’s hard to ignore. It’s just that Yoongi is your best friend. If anything were to happen between the two of you, you don’t know if you’d be able to survive losing him, too. You love him.

But you also love your ex.

It’s hard to think about that, though, with two of Yoongi’s fingers pumping in and out of your pussy. They’re long, reaching deeper than your own can when you finger yourself, always late at nice when you’re lonely. It never feels good after. The clarity always seems to hit too quickly, like being dunked in a pool of ice water.

Three months. That’s how long it’s been since another person touched you, since you found out your ex-boyfriend had been cheating on you. You didn’t realize how much you missed it until you’ve got your head thrown back and your thighs quivering as Yoongi fucks you with his fingers. You nearly climb up the counter, both wanting him to touch you more and trying to get away because it’s too good.

Your ex never searched for the spot that would make your legs shake, but Yoongi does. He curls his fingers against your front wall and keeps up his rhythm, moving with your body when you can’t control where it goes.

“Fuck, right there.” You’re burning up, veins turned to lava that’s rushing toward your core as Yoongi fucks you closer and closer to your orgasm until you’re on the verge of tears because you haven’t been touched in so long and you’re so lonely and you weren’t good enough. You weren’t enough.

“Wanna make you cum,” Yoongi groans, deep and gravelly, between licking a stripe up your tits and sucking your nipples.

“Please,” you moan, “Please, I’m so close.”

Your arousal gushes around his fingers, slicking them up and making your pussy squelch when Yoongi flutters them inside you. He keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, almost too hard. It stops you from bucking your hips, but you can barely stand as it is.

Yoongi’s lips are back on yours, red from sucking your nipples until it hurt. He whispers against your lips and opens his mouth to let you suck on his tongue with a pathetic whimper.

“Not yet, though.”

“Wha– Yoongi, no–” It’s embarrassing how loudly you cry out when Yoongi slips his fingers out of your pussy. You feel the fire in your core simmer until you’re left with a painfully throbbing clit and your juices smeared on your inner thighs.

“Shhh, you know I always take care of you.” Yoongi shuts you up with a bite to your bottom lip. He leans down slightly to squeeze the backs of your thighs and hoist you up onto the counter. “Lean back.”

The cold marble counter sends shivers across your body, but it can’t keep up with the heat of Yoongi’s mouth on your pussy. He kisses your lips so gently that you think you might actually cry before he pushes your thighs back, opening you up.

“Oh fuck,” you moan as Yoongi goes straight for your clit, sucking on it as he swirls his tongue around it. You dig your hands into his hair and tug the strands hard enough to make him moan into your pussy. “Use your, use–”

Yoongi laps at your click in quick, consistent bursts that fall in line with the tempo he’s fucking to with two fingers again. His free hand presses against your lower abdomen, keeping your body taunt so you don’t buck into his face or curl inward. It’s bad enough that you can’t stop your legs from shaking when one rests on his shoulder and the other draped over the crook of his arm.

It’s messy and loud, Yoongi licking and sucking your pussy like he really is trying to empty your mind of everything but the way the tip of his hot, wet tongue feels swirling your clit and the stretch of his fingers when he slips a third inside you and focuses on massaging the sensitive part of your walls. It’s working. He completely consumes your senses, down to how gorgeous he looks staring at you from between your thighs.

Your Yoongi, fingerfucking you and sucking your clit like you’re his favorite meal.

You try not to bang your head against the counter when you finally cum, instead forcing the overwhelming energy into pulling Yoongi’s hair to keep his face in your pussy. He continues fucking you with his fingers through your orgasm, to the point that you can’t lie still any longer.

“Yoongi, oh my god, Yoongi, it’s too much,” you whimper and gasp, thighs closing around his head until he finally eases his fingers out of you.

Strings of your arousal connect his lips with your pussy until he swipes his tongue along his bottom lip, cutting them off. His bangs are pushed off his forehead and his hair sticks up from you pulling on it, but his eyes sparkle and cheeks are just as rosy as his pink, slicked-up lips.

“Shit,” Yoongi murmurs, leaning over you on the counter to kiss you. He shoves his tongue in your mouth and lets you suck your juices from it.

You think you taste better on Yoongi’s tongue than on your ex’s.

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unitedhamilton · 6 months ago

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Summary: When Lewis pisses you off, you take it to social media.

A/N: Hello petals!! I was listening to Kendricks new album and this smau idea popped into my head. Idk why but here we are!! I know the holidays are tough, so I'm always here to talk if you need anything!! Reblogs are always appreciated!! Enjoy lovelies 💜💜

July 5, 2024

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ynfinsta drop me to the ground like you did with Not Like Us 🛏️😻

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ynbestiefinsta whewwww its hot in here

ynfinsta tell me about it 🥵 lewishamilton @ ynbestiefinsta don't encourage her ynfinsta who are you?

lewishamilton can you not do this?

ynfinsta sorry XNDA I only know Kendrick Lamar 🤔

landonorris favorite song GO

ynfinsta DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE (its LOVE)

August 19, 2024

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ynfinsta the soon to be better looking one in red

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charles_leclerc I DID NOT APPROVE OF THIS

charles_leclerc I HAVE TO RACE AGAINST LEWIS I FEAR FOR MY LIFE charles_leclerc should I just crash to avoid what is coming for me? lewishamilton yes ynfinsta NO?!

lewishamilton what could i have POSSIBLY done to make you post this?

ynfinsta i TOLD you to STOP LEAVING YOUR CLOTHES NEXT TO THE HAMPER lewishamilton OKAY??? YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO POST THIS THOUGH ynfinsta oh well i think charles looks great 😋 charles_leclerc help me

taliamar you know... I see it

ynfinsta we can kiss miniminter hello? taliamar ok 😊 miniminter HELLO?

landonorris i wish it was me 💔

November 15, 2024

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ynfinsta kit would look better on the ground

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lewishamilton he is younger than you

ynfinsta ok and im with an ancient artifact lewishamilton ill show you ancient ynfinsta don't pop a hip gramps

masonmount you have taste

ynbestiefinsta can i taste you? ynfinsta well 🎤

judebellingham followed

lewishamilton dude judebellingham my bad 🫱🏽‍🫲🏾

December 2, 2024

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ynfinsta BARK BARK

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ynbestiefinsta ive been waiting for this one!!!

ynfinsta BARK BARK ynfinsta 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹 lewishamilton you take years off my life

calfreezy GET IN THERE BOG

willne im adding this to his resume georgeclarkeey im single!

charles_leclerc oh thank god its not me again

oscarpiastri i might just leak our text messages

lewishamilton you've lost social media privledges

ynfinsta you cant stop me lewishamilton watch me ynfinsta ok daddy 🧎‍♀️ lewishamilton alright you're blocked

wroetoshaw oh deary me

#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #smau #social media au #charles leclerc #jude bellingham #wroetoshaw

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hisfavegirl · 5 months ago

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HOTD Characters when you posted something that angered them on instagram.

a/n : with their revenge.

Aegon :

Aegon wasn’t just jealous—he was seething.

He hadn’t been paying much attention to his phone, probably nursing a drink or sprawled out on his bed in boredom, when his notifications started going off. Dozens of messages, tags, and mentions, all leading back to one thing.

Your post.

The second he saw it, his entire body tensed. His fingers gripped the phone so tightly he nearly cracked the screen.

You were practically naked. The lighting was teasing, the pose deliberate—bare skin, just barely covered, revealing far too much. His mouth went dry, his jaw locked, and his pulse spiked with something dark and possessive.

And then, the comments.

“I think I just died and went to heaven.”

“No way you’re single posting this.”

“You’re actually cruel for this.”

“Let me take you out, I’ll treat you better than he ever could.”

Aegon snapped.

His tongue pressed hard against his cheek, his breathing slow and measured—forced control. Every part of him burned. The thought of other men looking at you like this, imagining things they had no right to—it made his vision blur with rage.

Did you want this? Were you trying to make him lose it? Because if so, congratulations. It worked.

His hands were shaking as he opened your messages.

Aegon: What the fuck is wrong with you?

Aegon: Take it down. NOW.

Seconds passed. No response.

His jaw ticked, his heart pounding. He could already see you smirking at your phone, enjoying this.

Aegon: Do you think this is funny? You think I’ll just sit back while you let every desperate asshole on the internet drool over you?

Another moment of silence.

And then—

Aegon: Fine. You don’t want to listen? Then I’m coming to you.

He didn’t care where you were, who you were with. This wasn’t going to be solved over text. If you thought you could push him, make him jealous, tease him like this—

You were about to find out exactly what jealous Aegon Targaryen really looked like.

Aegon Revenge :

THE INTERNET WAS NOT READY.

People had barely survived your last stunt.

And then—

He ended them.

A video.

Dim lighting. A massive, ornate mirror reflecting everything.

You—completely bare, wrapped in Aegon’s arms, your back pressed flush against his chest. His grip on your thighs, fingers digging in as he held you up, your body rocking against him.

And then—

Him.

Silver hair messy, sweat dripping down his bare chest. His lips bruised, parted, his eyes half-lidded—but focused. Locked on the mirror. On you. On himself.

He didn’t even turn off the sound.

Your whimpers. His low groans. The sound of skin against skin.

And then—his voice. Rough. Arrogant. Possessive.

“Let them watch. Let them know exactly who you belong to.”

And the caption?

“You’ll never be me. You’ll never have her.”

THE INTERNET? DESTROYED.

The guys:

“What the actual fuck?”

“No way. NO WAY. I refuse.”

“Delete this right now, Aegon, I’m not joking.”

“BLOCKED. REPORTED. SOBBING.”

“She was supposed to be ours. OURS, YOU BASTARD.”

“First, she posts that picture, now THIS? Haven’t we suffered enough?”

“Aegon. BRO. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.”

“This wasn’t just a flex. This was a declaration of war.”

“Bro didn’t even try to be subtle. Just straight-up ruined us.”

“I WAS LIVING A PEACEFUL LIFE, AEGON.”

“I can’t even be mad. He won. He fucking won.”

The Girls:

“This is the most disrespectful thing I have ever seen, and I need more.”

“The mirror. The hand placement. The fucking arrogance. I’m unwell.”

“HOW DO I SIGN UP FOR THIS LIFE.”

“He knows he’s that guy, and he’s making sure we do too.”

“Aegon is actually dangerous because why is this so hot??”

“This should be illegal. In every country. And yet I can’t look away.”

Meanwhile, Aegon?

He was smirking, watching the absolute chaos in the comments, lazily scrolling, completely unbothered.

And just to finish them off, he dropped a comment under his own post:

“Cope. She’s screaming my name, not yours.”

With that—

The internet was officially incinerated.

Aemond :

Aemond rarely paid attention to social media. It was a distraction, a meaningless void filled with people desperate for attention. But when his phone buzzed relentlessly—notifications flooding in, people tagging him, sending him something over and over—he knew something was wrong.

Then he saw it.

Your post.

His entire body went rigid. His grip on the phone tightened, fingers twitching against the screen as his eye locked onto the image.

You were practically naked.

The dim lighting barely concealed you, your pose deliberate, teasing, calculated. It left just enough to the imagination while making it painfully obvious what you wanted people to see.

And judging by the comments, it was working.

“You’re actually a goddess.”

“This is illegal. It has to be.”

“I need a minute. Maybe an hour. Maybe my whole life.”

“If he doesn’t wife you after this, I will.”

Aemond’s jaw clenched so tightly it ached. His chest burned with something vicious, a white-hot fury that spread through his veins like wildfire.

Who the fuck did these men think they were? Speaking like this—like they even had the right to look at you, let alone imagine more.

His breathing was slow, controlled, forced—because if he let himself fully feel this, he’d break something.

He opened your messages, his fingers moving before he could even think.

Aemond: Take it down.

No response.

His teeth ground together, his patience already paper-thin. He could feel you smirking at your phone, waiting, pushing him.

Aemond: Now.

Still nothing.

A dangerous heat flickered behind his eye. His grip on the phone was dangerous now, his mind already racing with possibilities.

Aemond: You think this is a game? You think I’ll just sit back while you let every desperate bastard in the world stare at what’s mine?

His lips curled into a sneer as he refreshed your post, seeing the numbers climb—more likes, more comments, more eyes on you.

Fine. If you wanted attention, he was about to give it to you.

Aemond: You’re going to regret this.

And before he even gave you a chance to answer, he sent one last message.

Aemond: I’m coming to you. Right now.

You wanted to test him? To push him to the edge? You were about to see exactly what happened when Aemond Targaryen is jealous.

Aemond revenge :

The Internet Was Not Just Broken—It Was Destroyed.

Aemond had been quiet lately. Too quiet.

People should have known he was plotting.

And then—

He dropped the video.

Dark sheets. Low lighting. Your body sprawled against his bed, wrists tied above your head, satin bindings digging into your skin.

And then—

His hand.

Slow. Intentional. Inside your cunt.

Aemond wasn’t even looking at the camera—his gaze was locked on you. Sharp. Unrelenting. His lips curled into something dangerous as he watched you struggle beneath him.

And then—his voice. Low. Rough. Possessive.

“They can watch. But they’ll never touch.”

And the caption?

“Don’t bother fantasizing. She’s already ruined for anyone else.”

The Internet? Utterly Incinerated.

The Guys:

“I can’t keep doing this, bro.”

“AEMOND. THIS WAS NOT NECESSARY.”

“This wasn’t even a flex. This was pure domination.”

“I was a happy man. Now I’m in hell.”

“He could have just hinted at it. But no. He had to prove it.”

“What the actual fuck is this??”

“I just dropped to my knees in Walmart.”

“I need time to process. Maybe a lifetime.”

“WHO ALLOWED THIS???”

“No way. NO WAY. I refuse to accept this reality.”

“This is actually a hate crime"

The Girls:

“The hand placement. The bindings. I actually feel pain.”

“Aemond Targaryen is actually disrespectful for this.”

“I don’t know whether to cry, scream, or book a one-way flight to his bed.”

“The way he’s just watching her struggle—I am NOT OKAY.”

“WHO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT??”

“I hate her. I love her. I want to be her.”

“The fact that he tied her up and still made sure to show off?? I need a moment.”

Meanwhile, Aemond?

Unbothered. Probably sipping wine, watching men suffer, knowing no one could ever take you from him.

And just to finish them off, he dropped a comment under his own post:

“Cry harder. She’s not leaving my bed.”

With that—

The internet was officially annihilated.

Jace :

Jace wasn’t the type to obsess over social media. He didn’t scroll mindlessly or waste time checking comments. But when his phone wouldn’t stop buzzing—when his notifications were flooded with messages, tags, and people sending him something over and over—he knew something was up.

Then he saw it.

And everything else faded.

You. Practically naked. The lighting was soft, shadows barely concealing you. The way you posed, the way your skin was on full display—every inch of the picture was deliberate.

And the comments?

“Holy fucking shit.”

“No way in hell Jace is letting this slide.”

“You’re actually unreal.”

“If you ever need someone to treat you better… just say the word, baby.”

Jace’s jaw locked. His grip on the phone tightened so hard his knuckles went white.

His chest burned—jealousy, rage, something dark and possessive twisting deep in his gut. Did you want this attention? Were you enjoying the way these men spoke to you, the way they looked at you? Did you forget who you belonged to?

His vision blurred as he opened your messages, his fingers moving before he could think.

Jace: Take it down. Now.

Nothing.

His knee bounced, jaw ticking as he refreshed your page, watching the numbers climb. More likes. More comments. More eyes on you.

Jace: Don’t make me repeat myself.

Still nothing.

His tongue pressed hard against the inside of his cheek, his blood boiling. He knew you were doing this on purpose. Testing him. Pushing him.

Jace: You think this is funny? Letting every desperate asshole in the world think they have a chance?

He exhaled sharply through his nose, running a hand through his hair before sending one last message.

Jace: Fine. You don’t want to listen? I’m coming to you.

Because if you thought you could make him jealous, make him furious, and just get away with it?

You were about to learn exactly what happened when Jace Velaryon snapped.

Jace Revenge :

The Internet Was NOT Okay.

People were still recovering from the last time you posted something that had them spiraling—

And then he ruined lives all over again.

A video.

Low, moody lighting. The golden glow of a bedside lamp casting soft shadows over your bare back, your skin flushed, the smooth curve of your spine on full display.

And then—

His hand.

Fingers twisting in your hair, pulling just enough to tilt your head back, exposing the slope of your neck, the sharp inhale that followed.

His other hand—out of frame, but you could feel it.

The video was silent, except for the sound of breathing—his and yours, deep, uneven, filled with undeniable tension.

And the caption?

“Mine.”

The Internet? SHATTERED.

The Guys:

“Jace, bro. What the fuck.”

“This is personal. I feel personally attacked.”

“Nah. This is war.”

"BLOCKED. REPORTED. UNFOLLOWED.”

“I can’t do this anymore. I’m logging out forever.”

“This is actually illegal. I’m calling the police.”

“Jace, be honest… was this necessary? Was it??”

“I just threw my phone across the room. I can’t look at this.”

“Bro really said ‘you thought you had a chance?’ and ended us all.”

“At least let me heal from the last post first, damn.”

The Girls:

“That hand placement? That possessiveness? Yeah, I’m in pain.”

“Jace Velaryon is the standard. I’m sorry.”

“The hand in the hair. The bare back. The silence. Yeah, I’m not okay.”

“HOW DO I APPLY TO BE HER?”

“The way he’s handling her like that… this is too much.”

“I will never get over this. Ever.”

“Who gave him the right to post something like this?”

Meanwhile, Jace?

Completely unbothered. Probably smirking, watching the chaos unfold, scrolling through the absolute meltdown happening in his comments.

And just to ruin them further, he dropped a comment under his own post:

“Don’t be jealous. She’s right where she belongs.”

With that—

The internet was officially in ruins.

Daemon :

Daemon wasn’t a man who checked social media often. He didn’t care for it. But when his phone wouldn’t stop buzzing—when people kept sending him something, tagging him, warning him—he knew something was wrong.

Then he saw it.

And the world around him went silent.

It was you. Practically naked.

Soft lighting, shadows teasing just enough to make the image dangerous. The way you posed—deliberate, taunting, meant to provoke.

And the comments?

“I need a moment. Or a lifetime.”

“She’s actually unreal.”

“Daemon’s done for. There’s no way he’s letting this slide.”

“If he won’t treat you right, just know my DMs are open, .”

His fingers curled around his phone, grip tightening until the device creaked.

His jaw clenched, his breathing slow and controlled—because if he let himself fully feel this, if he let the jealousy and rage take hold, he would break something.

Or someone.

You were his. And yet, here you were, putting yourself on display for every desperate, pathetic fool to see. Did you enjoy this? The attention? The way they drooled over you?

A muscle in his jaw ticked as he opened your messages.

Daemon: Delete it. Now.

Nothing.

His nostrils flared, his lips pressing into a thin line. He refreshed the page—saw the likes climbing, the comments piling up. More eyes on you. More men thinking they had a chance.

Daemon: I won’t ask again.

Still, no response.

His vision blurred at the edges, his pulse pounding hard in his ears. He didn’t need to guess what you were doing—smirking at your phone, waiting, pushing him.

Fine. You wanted to play this game?

He sent one last message.

Daemon: I hope you had your fun. Because I’m coming to you. And when I get there, you’re going to regret making me jealous.

If you thought you could tease him, taunt him, make him seethe like this and get away with it—

You were about to learn exactly what happened when Daemon Targaryen snapped.

Daemon Revenge :

The Internet Was Not Ready.

People were barely breathing after the last time you pulled a stunt—

And then, he ended them.

A video.

Steam curled in the dimly lit bathroom, water cascading down your bare skin. Your body, glistening under the soft glow, was pressed firmly against the fogged-up glass.

And then—

Daemon.

His hand, wrapped around your wrists, pinning them behind your back. His body, completely covering yours, silver hair damp, clinging to his skin.

He wasn’t looking at the camera—he was looking at you.

His lips ghosted along your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin as his voice—low, smug, downright sinful—rumbled against your ear:

“Go on, love. Tell them how badly you want me.”

And the caption?

"Try harder. She’s not going anywhere."

The Internet? Decimated.

The Guys:

“THIS IS A CRIME AGAINST HUMANITY.”

“I am NOT okay. This is NOT okay.”

“You didn’t just flex. You obliterated us.”

“Daemon, bro, was this NECESSARY???”

“The way he claimed her, I—no, I can’t do this anymore.”

“Just say you hate us and go.”

“I actually felt physical pain watching this.”

“Daemon, bro. This was unnecessary.”

“HE’S NOT EVEN FLEXING—HE’S JUST OWNING US.”

“This man has no mercy. ZERO.”

“I would literally sell my soul to trade places with him.”

The Girls:

“I CAN’T DO THIS TODAY.”

“The way he’s just holding her there like that… I need to go outside.”

“Hands behind her back??? IN THE SHOWER??? I am ACTUALLY in pain.”

“That hand placement… I’m unwell.”

“You’re telling me she gets to live this life for FREE?”

“Daemon is disrespectful for this and I love it.”

“The way he’s handling her… yeah, I’m done.”

“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and I will never recover.”

Meanwhile, Daemon?

He was grinning, scrolling through the utter destruction he left in his wake, watching the internet collectively lose its mind.

And just to make it worse, he dropped a comment under his own post:

“Tell me again how you had a chance?”

With that—

The internet was officially in ruins.

Luke :

Luke was never the jealous type. He was sweet, easygoing—never the one to start fights, never the one to lose his temper.

But when he saw your post?

That soft, kindhearted boy? Gone.

His breath caught in his throat as his grip tightened around his phone, fingers pressing into the edges so hard the plastic nearly cracked. His jaw clenched, his heartbeat hammering in his chest.

You.

Barely covered, skin on full display, your gaze sultry, teasing—like you knew exactly what you were doing.

And the comments.

“This is my Roman Empire.”

“Imagine waking up next to her every morning.”

“Luke is too soft for this, he ain’t doing what needs to be done.”

“If Luke won’t handle her, I will.”

“She doesn’t belong to just one man. She’s for us.”

His vision blurred with rage. Us? The fuck do they mean, us? Did they really think they had a chance? That they could talk about you like this?

He immediately opened your messages, his breathing sharp, his fingers moving fast.

Luke: Take it down. Now.

Nothing.

His nostrils flared. He refreshed the post—saw the likes climbing, the comments piling up.

Luke: I’m serious.

Still nothing.

His patience? Gone. His normally warm, easygoing demeanor? Shattered.

You thought this was funny, didn’t you? You were pushing him, testing him.

Fine.

His next message was short.

Luke: Keep playing, love. But when I see you, don’t bother acting innocent. You wanted my attention? You’ve got it.

And Luke Velaryon?

He never let things slide.

Luke Revenge :

The internet collapsed.

People were barely breathing after your last post, still clawing their way back to sanity—

And then Luke decided to ruin lives.

A video.

Dim lighting, tangled sheets, the heavy sound of breathing filling the air. The camera was shaky, intimate—Luke wasn’t filming for them, he was filming for himself.

And then—

Your voice.

A broken, breathless moan of his name, soft, needy, wrecked.

And in the background?

Luke.

Smirking.

The angle barely caught him—just a glimpse of his sweat-slicked skin, the possessive grip of his hands on your waist. His voice, low, teasing, barely above a whisper:

“Louder, love. Let them know exactly who you belong to.”

And the caption?

"I don’t hear them laughing now."

The Internet Was NOT Okay.

The Guys:

“Nah. This ain’t right.”

“Luke, bro, please, have some mercy.”

“I can’t breathe. I actually can’t breathe.”

“I was having a good day.”

“I need everyone to stop what they’re doing and just process this.”

“He knew what he was doing. And I hate him for it.”

The Girls:

“I am actually going to scream.”

“Luke Velaryon is disrespectful.”

“She is so lucky and I hate it here.”

“I need what she has. IMMEDIATELY.”

“He really had to flex like this? On today of all days?”

Meanwhile, Luke?

He was grinning, scrolling through the absolute carnage in his comments, watching men and women completely unravel.

And just to finish them off, he dropped a comment under his own post:

“Jealous? You should be.”

With that—

The internet was officially deceased.

Margor :

Maegor didn’t do social media. He barely tolerated its existence. But when his phone wouldn’t stop buzzing—when people kept sending him something with messages that ranged from “Bro, you need to handle this” to “LMAO, she’s testing you”—he finally checked.

And his blood boiled.

It was you.

Practically naked.

Soft lighting, shadows teasing every dangerous curve, your expression taunting—as if you knew exactly what you were doing. As if you wanted to drive men insane.

And the comments.

“This is a religious experience.”

“If Maegor won’t handle you, I will.”

“She’s too stunning to be owned by just one man.”

“She belongs to the people now.”

“Maegor is somewhere flipping tables right now.”

His grip tightened around his phone, fingers curling so hard the device nearly cracked. His chest heaved as he breathed through his nose, his jaw locked so tight it ached.

You were his. And yet, here you were, putting yourself on display for every desperate, pathetic fool to see. Did you enjoy this? The attention? The way they lusted after you?

He opened your messages, his anger controlled—for now.

Maegor : The fuck you thinking?

Maegor: Delete it. Now.

Nothing.

His nostrils flared, his patience already threadbare. He refreshed the page—saw the likes climbing, the comments piling up. More eyes on you. More men thinking they had a chance.

Maegor: I won’t ask again.

Still, no response.

His vision darkened at the edges, his rage sinking deep into his bones. He could already see you smirking at your phone, waiting, pushing him.

Fine. You wanted to play this game?

His next message was short.

Maegor: I hope you enjoyed your little show. Because when I get to you, you’re going to learn exactly what happens when you make me jealous.

And when Maegor Targaryen snapped—

There was no escaping him.

Maegor Revenge :

The Internet Was Not Just Broken—It Was Obliterated.

No one was prepared. No one even had time to brace themselves.

Because Maegor Targaryen?

He didn’t just post—he declared war.

A video.

Dim lighting. A massive, gilded mirror reflecting the carnage behind it. Your body—wrecked, ruined, utterly claimed—pressed against the cold glass, your bare skin glistening with sweat.

And then—

Him.

Towering over you, still inside you, his broad hands gripping your hips so tightly there would be bruises—his bruises.

He didn’t even bother hiding his face.

Silver hair wild, lips parted, gaze locked on the mirror, watching himself own you in every way imaginable.

And then—his voice. Low, dark, dangerous.

“Let them watch.”

And the caption?

"You’ll never be me."

The Internet? Dead on Arrival.

The Guys:

“I have never been more jealous of a man in my entire life.”

“Maegor, please, have some HUMAN DECENCY.”

“This wasn’t a flex. This was a public execution.”

“I was happy. I was living my life. And now? I have to deal with this.”

“He’s not even trying to be humble. He’s just taunting us.”

“You know what? I’m logging off. I can’t do this today.”

The Girls:

“I’m actually feral right now.”

“HOW DO I APPLY TO BE HER.”

“The way he’s just holding her there like she’s nothing—I need a moment.”

“THIS COULD HAVE BEEN AN EMAIL, MAEGOR.”

“I can’t even hate. She’s living my dream.”

“This is the hottest thing I have ever seen. And I hate that I will never recover from it.”

Meanwhile, Maegor?

He wasn’t even looking at his phone. He had better things to do.

But when he finally did check?

He smirked. Slowly. Lazily. Completely unapologetic.

And just to make it worse, he dropped a single comment under his own post:

“Stay jealous. She’s not leaving my bed anytime soon.”

With that—

The internet was officially incinerated.

Aegon I :

Aegon wasn’t the jealous type—at least, that’s what he liked to tell himself. He was easygoing, laid-back, the type to laugh things off.

But then he saw your post.

And something inside him snapped.

His phone nearly slipped from his fingers as he stared at the screen. His chest rose and fell, breathing suddenly too shallow as his jaw tightened—so tight it ached.

You.

Barely covered, skin on full display, lips slightly parted like you knew exactly what you were doing. Like you wanted people to look.

And the comments—

“This is actually life-changing.”

“No way Aegon lets her get away with this LMAO.”

“She’s unreal. Divine. Untouchable.”

“If Aegon won’t claim her, I will.”

“Bro, she’s for the people now.”

His grip on his phone tightened so hard his knuckles turned white. The people? The fucking people? Did they think this was a game? That they could just—talk about you like that?

He opened your messages, fingers moving with an urgency that wasn’t entirely controlled.

Aegon: Take it down.

No response.

His jaw clenched harder. He refreshed the post. More likes. More thirsty comments from pathetic little nobodies who clearly didn’t understand their place.

Aegon: I’m not asking.

Still nothing.

His tongue swiped over his teeth as a low growl built in his throat. Oh, you thought this was funny, didn’t you? You were playing with him. Pushing him.

Fine.

His next message was short.

Aegon: I hope you got all the attention you wanted, baby. Because when I see you, the only thing you’ll be worrying about is how long I plan to keep you in my bed.

And Aegon Targaryen?

He never made empty threats.

Aegon I Revenge :

The Internet Was Not Ready.

People were barely recovering from the last time you decided to ruin their lives—

And then, he destroyed them.

A video.

Low lighting. The soft rustling of silk sheets. Your body glowing, tangled in his bed, looking like sin incarnate—your breath uneven, lips parted, skin flushed.

And then—

His hand.

Large, firm, resting possessively on your breast, fingers slightly digging in, making it painfully clear that you were his.

But that wasn’t the worst part.

The worst part was him.

Aegon, half-lidded cocky smirk, his other hand holding the camera, his cock still inside you, his grip lazy, casual—like he had all the time in the world.

And then, his voice—low, smug, devastating:

“Yeah… go ahead. Say something now.”

And the caption?

"Don’t act like you wouldn’t trade places."

The Internet? Absolutely Unhinged.

The Guys:

“Aegon, bro. Please. Have some compassion.”

“This is actually cruel.”

“I hate him so much but I respect it.”

“HE’S NOT EVEN TRYING TO BE HUMBLE ABOUT IT.”

“I was having a good day. Now I have to rethink my whole life.”

“This wasn’t necessary. He just wanted to hurt us.”

The Girls:

“She’s so lucky and I hate her.”

"Not even gonna lie, this ruined my entire day.”

“The way he’s just sitting there like a smug little bastard—yeah, I’m sick.”

“Aegon is the biggest menace to ever exist.”

“I have never known true jealousy until this moment.”

“She’s living the dream. I can’t even be mad.”

“HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HE’S DOING AND IT’S DISRESPECTFUL.”

Meanwhile, Aegon?

He was laughing, scrolling through the absolute devastation in his comments, watching men spiral into despair and women descend into chaos.

And just to finish them off, he dropped a comment under his own post:

“Keep crying. She’s still moaning my name.”

And with that—

The internet was officially in shambles.

Rhaenyra :

Rhaenyra wasn’t one to obsess over social media, but when her phone wouldn’t stop buzzing—when people kept tagging her, sending her messages, practically warning her—she knew something was up.

And then she saw it.

Her stomach dropped. Her grip on the phone tightened.

It was you.

Draped in soft lighting, skin bare and glowing, your pose deliberate—calculated to tease, to tempt, to drive people insane. It left just enough to the imagination, while making it clear you knew exactly what you were doing.

And the comments?

“I can’t believe we’re witnessing perfection in real time.”

“This is actually dangerous.”

“If Rhaenyra doesn’t kill someone over this, I’ll be shocked.”

“No way she’s letting this slide.”

“If she won’t claim you, I will.”

Rhaenyra’s nails dug into her palm as she gritted her teeth. A sharp flare of jealousy surged through her—hot and possessive, a burning anger she rarely felt this intensely.

Because who were they to talk about you like this? To look at you like you weren’t hers?

Did you want this attention? Did you enjoy knowing people were drooling over you, imagining things they had no right to even think about?

She exhaled sharply through her nose, forcing herself to breathe before she opened your messages.

Rhaenyra: Take it down. Now.

No response.

Her fingers tightened around her phone as she refreshed your post. More likes. More comments. More pathetic fools thinking they had a chance.

Rhaenyra: I will not ask again.

Still nothing.

She could see you smirking at your phone, relishing in this, testing her.

Fine.

Her next message was short, sharp, final.

Rhaenyra: I’m coming to you.

If you thought she would just sit back, let you taunt her, let you make her jealous like this—

You were gravely mistaken.

Rhaenyra Revenge :

The internet collapsed.

People were barely recovering from your last post—scrolling, coping, trying to move on—when Rhaenyra ended them all with one photo.

A single image that sent the entire world into ruins.

It was you.

In her bed.

Soft lighting, silk sheets tangled around your body. Your head tilted back into the pillow, lips slightly parted, the glow of your skin dangerous in the dim light. And then—her hand. Resting on your thigh, fingers glistening with your release sprawled in a way that left no room for misinterpretation. She wasn’t just touching you. She was claiming you.

And the caption?

“Mine.”

The internet lost its mind.

Guys and girls alike descended into madness:

The Guys:

“I am actually about to throw up.”

“Rhaenyra, PLEASE, LET’S TALK ABOUT THIS.”

“Bro, how am I supposed to recover from this??”

“This isn’t fair. This is violence.”

“We lost. We fucking lost.”

The Girls:

“I’m happy for her but also devastated for me.”

“THIS COULD HAVE BEEN ME IN ANOTHER LIFE.”

“Do I congratulate them or do I cry? Or both?”

“Rhaenyra, what was the reason? WHAT WAS THE REASON??”

“I’m choosing to live in denial.”

Meanwhile, Rhaenyra? She was smirking at her phone, watching the despair unfold. She knew exactly what she was doing—dropping the photo, sitting back, and enjoying the chaos.

And just to truly bury everyone, she left a single comment under her own post:

“You can stop dreaming now.”

And with that—

The internet was officially in shambles.

Alicent :

Alicent never cared much for social media. She found it shallow, a place for desperate attention-seekers, a distraction from real matters. But when her phone wouldn’t stop buzzing—when messages kept coming in, some filled with concern, others with amusement—she knew something was wrong.

And then she saw it.

Her breath hitched. Her fingers tightened around her phone.

It was you.

Practically naked.

The lighting was soft, intimate—dangerous. The way you posed, the way your bare skin was on display, your confidence radiating off the screen… It was deliberate. It was a taunt.

And the comments—the flood of people thirsting over you, speaking as if they had a right to look at you like this, as if they could ever touch you—

“Mother of the gods, I need a moment.”

“Alicent is somewhere seething right now.”

“You’re actually unreal. Perfection.”

“If she won’t claim you, I will.”

“How does it feel to be the most desired person alive???”

Alicent’s grip on her phone was so tight, her knuckles turned white. A slow, hot wave of jealousy coiled in her chest—sharp, possessive, furious.

Did you enjoy this? The way people devoured you with their eyes? Did you want them to look at you, to desire you?

Her jaw locked as she opened your messages, her fingers moving with icy precision.

Alicent: Take it down. Now.

No response.

She refreshed the page. More likes. More disgusting, pathetic fools thinking they had a chance.

Alicent: I will not repeat myself.

Still nothing.

Her nails dug into her palm, her patience snapping thread by thread. She knew you were doing this on purpose. Testing her. Pushing her.

Fine.

Her next message was short. Final.

Alicent: If you think this little stunt is going to go unpunished, you are gravely mistaken.

If you thought she would sit back and allow you to tease her, to make her jealous, to tempt her patience—

You were about to deeply regret it.

Alicent Revenge :

The internet broke.

People were just recovering from your last post—scrolling, coping, trying to move on—when Alicent ended them all in one swift, merciless stroke.

A single photo.

Dim lighting, silk sheets slightly messy, shadows stretching across warm skin. You—in her bed. Head tilted back, lips slightly parted, hair yanked firmly in Alicent’s grip. The way her fingers curled into your strands—possessive, unrelenting, a silent but undeniable claim.

And the caption?

“Mine. And I don’t share.”

The internet descended into absolute chaos.

The Guys:

“I need a support group. This is actually painful.”

“Bro, I can’t compete with this.”

“Alicent did not have to flex this hard.”

“I swear I was fine five seconds ago.”

“The grip she has—on the hair, on the situation, on my emotions—I can’t take this.”

The Girls:

“Happy for them but also screaming inside.”

“This could have been me in another timeline.”

“Alicent said know your place, and I guess I will.”

“Do I cry? Do I throw my phone? Do I respect it? All of the above?”

“I was coping until she posted this. Now I’m just suffering.”

Meanwhile, Alicent? She was satisfied. Watching the world crumble, notifications exploding with people’s rage, jealousy, and despair.

And to truly finish them off, she left a single comment under her own post:

“Go ahead and cry. It changes nothing.”

And with that—

The internet was officially six feet under.

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The Pirate King of the North: Part 24

I made the art specifically for -that- scene in Part 22 but I fell in love with so I might work on a full coloured version with Sanji as a pre-timeskip Straw Hats shot to be uploaded to my art blog. Stay tuned!

Warning: Long post ahead and some One Piece spoilers. Contains strong language and explicit content.

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Luffy

SANJIIIII!!!

Sanji

For the tenth time, I am not your cook.

Luffy

But how else are we going to eat?!

Sanji

I don't know. Eat leftovers. Or go fish and cook it yourself. I don't care.

Luffy

But you make them so much better!! And there's no leftovers anymore because I had them for morning snack!

Sanji

Food is food. It shouldn't matter who makes them. Eat or starve–I’m not obligated to help you because, again, I'm not your damn cook.

Luffy

Sanjiiiii!!! Why are you so mean all of the sudden?!

In a far world unknown to our heroes (but very much familiar to you and me), there sailed a ship on the clear day waters of the Grand Line. Coincidentally, this vessel is called the Thousand Sunny. On its grassy deck, seven Straw Hats settled around one of their nakama who seemed to have been transformed into an older version of himself. According to the all-truther and mightiest warrior of the sea with an army of eight thousand strong, Usopp the Brave, the very heavens itself had opened and embraced him, raising him with the angels above to return him in this new form.

Robin

Luffy, I wasn't sure before but I'm quite certain now. This is not our Sanji.

Luffy

What do you mean, Robin? The old man looks just like him, doesn't he?

Sanji

I'm not that old…. Am I?

Shit.

Robin

Well, he does act… differently…. For one, his attitude towards food is different compared to Cook-san.

Nami

I think you're right, Robin. And he hasn't…you know, done the thing.

Sanji

What thing?

Nami

You know the err… when you… you know, the… thing. Whenever me and Robin are around you.

Sanji

I have no idea what you're talking about. Saying it twice doesn't help.

The last of the Straw Hats finally joins the gathering, emerging from the infirmary and making his way down the steps.

Zoro

Hey Chopper, I got bandages for the shitty cook like you asked–

Sanji

GWAAHHH MARIMO-KUN!!!

In a blink of an eye, Sanji's legs zoom around and his heart-shaped eyes bulge out of skull. He circles around excitedly around the young version of his favourite swordsman as soon as he reaches the bottom of the floor. Unable to contain himself, he blows him multitudinous kisses in the air.

Nami

Err… that thing.

Sanji

YOU'RE. SO. CUTE. MELLORIIIIINE!!!

Shocked, Zoro accidentally drops the bag of medical equipment that Chopper had asked for. He recoils as his face reddens brightly. He holds his hands out in an attempt to keep Sanji’s kissy face away from him.

Zoro

ACK–!! Cut it out, you perverted old man!!!

Luffy bursts out laughing, pointing a mocking finger at the two.

Brook

Yohohoho! Love is in the air, it seems~

Chopper

That's interesting! Sanji, do you like boys?

Zoro forcefully pushes Sanji's face away to block an unwanted smooch. When the blonde hears the reindeer's question, he straightens up instantly, fishes out a cigarette from his pockets and lights it.

Sanji

I love men and women equally. But I do have an inclination towards individuals with…

Sanji trails his eyes up and down the young swordsman who crosses his arms and throws him an irritated frown in return.

Sanji

…domineering… qualities. Especially under the sheets….

Zoro

Ugh….

Slowly, the blonde takes a step forward towards him and another, forcing Zoro to walk backwards to maintain distance.

Sanji

My, my. But you are a delicious sight, little Marimo.

The swordsman didn't notice how hot the sun was but he quickly realises that it’s just his own skin. He's not used to seeing both of Sanji's bright blue eyes bear down on him at the same time which completely throws him off. Young Zoro hates the fucker but his scars and piercings are doing a number to his soul. He staggers and falls back against the steps.

Zoro

Little?! H–hey! What are you doing?! Back off!

Sanji

Tell me…does your Sanji see you the same way that I do?

Zoro

O–of course not!! You–

Sanji leans in and slams both of his hands against the steps, caging the shaken swordsman under him. Zoro bares his teeth and grips his sword to swipe the man away, but he freezes when the blonde flutters his eyelids and gazes down to his lips. He looks famished.

Sanji

Because, knowing myself, I would be.

I've stolen a lot of Beri and gold in my life, raided vaults of the wealthiest kings and queens across the world, but none compares to the treasure that I see before me.

Zoro's jaw drops agape, too speechless and stunned to move.

Zoro

I… I don't…

Sanji drags his own tongue over the top of his lips hungrily, lowering himself closer.

Sanji

Hmm… and I do like your eyes. Both of them.

Zoro

I…

Zoro can feel the blonde's breath over his lips when suddenly, the older man straightens up and moves away.

Sanji

It's a shame. My moral compass is unsure that I'd be cheating if I have my way with another version of you. Especially since we've just confessed our undying love to each other.

They all stare at him in bewilderment then look back and forth at him and the fallen swordsman who still lay motionless on the steps.

Usopp

Wait, wait, wait–you and Zoro are dating in the future?!

Sanji

I guess you can call it that. Though we've been romantically involved for months now.

Franky

Maybe we can meet this future Zoro ourselves when we get you home! I wonder if such technology exists to travel through time.

Sanji turns his heel to him swiftly.

Sanji

Would you have any idea if it can?

Franky

Uh…not to my knowledge. Sorry.

Robin

Actually, I don't think it's just time travel…. It does seem that you have numerous differences.

Chopper

Now that I think about it, he hasn't had a single nosebleed since he arrived. And that's for being around Nami and Robin for almost half an hour now!

Robin

Sanji-san, in your world, what are we like?

Sanji hops to sit on the wooden railing of the deck and crosses his legs. He plays with his goatee, deep in thought.

Sanji

Long nose, if what you say is true and me and your Sanji swapped, it means that my other self was right here. Travelling with you, Straw Hats.

Usopp

Well, yeah! Like Luffy said, you're our cook! You're one of us. You're nakama!

Sanji

Where I come from, I am none of those things. I'm a king.

Except for Zoro and Robin, the entire crew jumps onto their feet and gathers around him in an instant.

Straw Hats

WHAT?!

Sanji blinks at them curiously.

Sanji

They call me the Pirate King of the North. I am the crown king and ruler of Germa Kingdom.

Nami’s eyes practically transform into Beri signs. She swoons, hands clasped tightly under her chin as she forces herself through the crowd to be in front of him.

Nami

You didn't tell me that! Are you rich, Sanji-kun?!?

Sanji

Well…yeah. We do well enough for ourselves. I make an effort to make sure that people are happy and well fed.

Luffy, Usopp, Chopper, Franky and Brook’s eyes sparkle in amazement.

Chopper

That's so cool!!

Usopp

Do you have a big army?!

Franky

Do you have your own fleet of warships?!?

Brook

Do you live in a giant castle?!?!?

Luffy

Sanji, why didn't you tell us that you're a king?!?!?!?

Sanji cocks his head to the side, confused with the bombardment of questions.

Sanji

I was born into royalty. Your Sanji didn't tell you?

Luffy

Nah-uh! You never told us where you were born. When we met you, you lived with old man Zeff in a restaurant called Baratie in the East Blue!

Sanji

Zeff from Baratie? Interesting…. I've never heard of this man in my life.

He can't help but look at Zoro to observe his reaction. The young swordsman seemed to have gained his composure and was quietly listening under the shade of one of the trees on the lawn. He'd somehow acquired a tankard to drink with which he uses to hide his face behind.

Sanji sighs and shifts his legs over, crossing them the other way. He takes a long drag or his smoke and blows it out slowly. A devilish smirk forms on his face.

Sanji

Would you like to know more?

Straw Hats

YES!!!

Luffy

Tell us more about being king! Do they call you Pirate King because you found the One Piece?!

Sanji

Not exactly. I didn't make the title myself. They just–

Chopper

Do you go on many adventures?!

Sanji

Yes! Actually, I was just in–

Nami

Have you discovered rare and priceless treasures? DO YOU KNOW WHERE WE CAN FIND SOME?!

Sanji

We have this surgeon friend who–

Franky

I want to know if you have any suuuuppppeeerrrr weapons in your army!

Sanji

Oh! My brother made me this–

Usopp

Do you have righteous knights in metal armour under your command?!

Sanji

Of course! Helmets and all. And they can fly too~ They're also my si–

Usopp

AHHH!! SO UNBELIEVABLY COOL!!!

Robin

I'd like to hear more details about how you got here, Sanji-san. Maybe we'll get a better idea of how to turn things back to the way they were.

Sanji

I'm happy to–

Brook

Can you tell us how you and Zoro-san started dating? Yohohoho!

Zoro

BROOK!!! I WILL POUND YOU TO THE GROUND!

Brook

NOOOO!!!

The blonde grins playfully at them, enjoying every bit of attention that they give him. He remembers Law's advice for him not to take his favourite Marimo's offer to join the Straw Hats. While unsure on what the crew is like in his own world, he gets a glimpse of why they're too chaotic for the doctor's tastes. He can't help but find it hilarious that, in this place, he's a part of their family.

He sucks in another lungful of smoke and finally speaks after a pregnant pause.

Sanji

You might want to sit down. I can answer all of those questions but it's a bit of a long story. I'm going to need a bottle of wine or two. And you need to listen.

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Oh my gaaaaad the circle is finally complete!! We've caught up to Chapter 1

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i didn't know (2)

i didn't know - skinshape

this is the second post for this chapter because of tumblr's block limit. read the first one here

“this one?” she holds up a silky black fabric, “or…this one?” it looks the same, but red.

he stares at the options blankly for a second.

“i, uh…the red one?” he answers cluelessly. either way he’s gonna wanna rip it off of her the second she puts it on.

she gives him a look to elaborate.

“i don’t know,” he sighs, “you could wear a garbage bag to dinner and look good.”

“oh, that would be cute,” she rolls her eyes, setting the options back down on the bed.

it was one of those rare days where carmen had taken off work to relax, sprawled out on her bed—shirtless with unruly curls.

“try ‘em on for me,” he suggests, folding his arms behind his head.

her eyes dart to the bulge of his biceps, his armpit hair, having absolutely no idea why the sight is so enticing.

“mkay,” she smiles, pulling the hem of her borrowed shirt up over her head, revealing nothing besides panties underneath.

“fuck,” he groans, enunciating the word sharply, graciously taking in the sight in front of him. “come over here.”

this puts a grin on her face. no matter how many times she does it, he always has the same reaction. she begins to saunter over to his side of the bed, watching how he tilts his chin up like he’s expecting a kiss.

“i could just wear this tonight,” she suggests, trailing her finger over his jaw.

he gives a hum of approval. “except we wouldn’t leave the house,” caressing her hip gently.

“we could have a night in,” she suggests. he shakes his head.

“we always do. i wanna take you out.”

“yeah?” she leans in, placing a gentle kiss to his lips, “you gonna wine and dine me?”

“mhm. give me a real kiss.”

she giggles and leans back in again, giving him another soft, barely-there peck before pulling away again. he tightens his jaw and snaps the band of her panties, making her release a small yelp.

“more,” he demands.

“so needy,” she teases, tracing her finger over his lip, catching the bottom one and pushing it down to show his teeth. she loves using his own words against him.

“fuck off,” he laughs, turning his head away.

“i’ll give you a real one on our date.”

“i have to wait that long?”

“mhm,” she picks up the black dress and walks in front of the mirror, holding it in front of her body, “you can work on your self restraint.”

“i have plenty of self restraint,” he argues, sitting up onto his forearms.

“yeah right,” she slips into the fabric and threads her arms through the straps.

“oh, and you do? you came onto me within the first month of living here.”

“i would’ve done it earlier if you were home more often,” she admits unashamedly. “what do you think? cute?” turning so he could see the front of the dress.

“you-,” he stops in his tracks, eyes flickering over the way the fabric hugs her figure, “i wouldn’t say cute.” hot is more fitting, “but yeah, i like it.”

she rolls her eyes, and slips the straps back down her shoulders.

“but y’know that means you have less self restraint than me, right?” he asks, revisiting the disagreement, “because i was gonna keep it…professional.”

“professional, my ass. i saw the way you would look at me when i first moved in.”

“wh-how would i look at you?”

“how you’re looking at me right now.”

oh. his eyes snap back up to her face, having been caught red handed. it’s not his fault she looks good. and after all, he is just a man.

she turns away from him and shimmies the dress down her hips.

“okay. fine,” he concedes, craning his neck to watch her breasts in the mirror, “but i did restrain myself.”

“please,” she scoffs, “i had you wrapped around my finger the second i got here.” she turns back to him, and watches his eyes flicker down her body, then back up.

he takes a moment to respond, a look of contemplation on his face. she wasn’t wrong, at all. but he still felt the need to contest.

“tell you what,” he sits up, “we can put it to the test.”

she gives him a questioning look, tilting her head to the side.

“no touching. no kissing…first one to break loses.” he has a smug smirk on his face.

“you’re not funny,” she says, unamused.

“i’m being serious. you say i don’t have restraint, but i know you don’t.”

“you’re gonna eat those words. i’m gonna kick your ass at this game,” she retorts.

“yeah?”

“mhm. winner gets head.”

“fine by me,” he nods. either way, he’ll win.

“i’m still gonna hold your hand tonight, though.” she pouts.

“yeah. we’ll just keep it uh…PG.”

she snorts out a laugh at this. “PG?”

“mhm.” he nods. “family friendly.”

“okay. well get out of my room then. cause i kind of wanna pounce on you.”

carmen lets out a soft laugh. this was going to be an easy game.

…or so he thought.

up until the moment she came down the stairs in that fucking red dress.

it hugs her curves like a glove, dawning dainty straps and a plunging neckline. his brain actually stutters for a moment watching her descend the stairs, just silently staring at her with eyes wide as saucers.

a grin forms on the girl’s face at his stunned expression. she put the dress on expecting a reaction, but wasn’t expecting speechless.

“jesus christ,” is the first thing that exits his mouth, and it comes out strained.

“you like it?” she asks, giving a slow turn so he could admire it at every angle.

“it’s-yeah…you look…amazing.”

“bet you wanna touch, huh?” she teases with a grin on her face.

“i’m-yeah. fuck yeah, i do.” he exhales, standing from the couch, walking closer to her.

“well, you can,” she reaches forward to straighten out his suit jacket, “if you keep it PG.”

he lets out a small chuckle at this, placing a hand on her hip, stroking his thumb against her. he studies her face. the way she’s done her makeup is classy and light. she’s wearing a red lipstick that makes him wonder what it would look like smeared across her face.

“what’s up with your tie?” she asks, breaking him out of his trance. she’s furrowing her brows at the knot.

“oh, i, uh…i can’t really tie one,” he admits bashfully. “i’ll do it for you,” she gives him a soft smile and reaches to undo the knot.

the way her fingers brush against his neck leaves his skin feeling hot.

like most things between them recently, it feels very domestic, having her tie his tie. he can’t stop staring at her as she does it, either, transfixed with the way she’s all dolled up for him.

“there,” she loops the knot, and pushes it up to tighten, “very handsome.” her hand comes to the side of his face, and she strokes her thumb over his jaw. the way their eyes lock feel more intimate than carmen expects, feeling as if he’s baring his soul under her gaze. he wants to kiss her so bad, inwardly cursing his juvenile challenge he posed hours ago. cursing the fantasies that flood his mind of keeping her at home—providing for her, having her tie his ties and pack his lunches and have his babies. cursing the cruel way in which the world seems to rip away all that brings him joy.

“you, uh…ready to go?” he clears his throat, pulling away from her, turning his head to hide a pained expression.

“yeah. let me just grab my wallet.”

“leave it,” he commands, “you won’t need it.”

a slight look of surprise forms on her face, morphing into a smile as the implication seeps in.

“just wait for a second,” she turns to walk to the stairs, “it’s on my nightstand.”

carmen grabs her wrist with a “hey,” stopping the girl in her tracks.

“what did i just say?” he chides lowly. “leave it. let’s go.”

she turns to face him, taking in his serious expression. stern and handsome—it makes her want to push. but she figures she can save it for later, after she wins.

“yes sir,” she responds, gazing up at him endearingly.

he’s almost a little surprised at her obedience. feels himself puff up a little at the name.

without another word, he opens the door and offers his arm. she takes it happily.

the entire date ends up being a lot fancier than she ever would have expected.

carmen had explained to her, as they rode in the back of the private car he had ordered, that he wanted to make tonight really special. partially to make up for the fact that he hadn’t been gentlemanly enough to take her out on a proper date before tonight, but mostly just because he wanted to spoil her with some good food before she leaves.

“now, uh…i know you said you didn’t wanna go to my restaurant. but i was thinking we could just stop in so you could see it.”

“n-no, i do wanna go,” she asserts quickly, “i’d love to see it. i was just a little…embarrassed.”

he lets out a small chuckle at this.

“you don’t need to be. i’ll get us a private table and everything.” he nods, reaching over to rest a hand on her thigh. “no one will bother us.”

“yeah?” it sounds promising.

“yeah, baby. i’ll take care of it.”

he pulls out his phone to make a call.

it makes her stomach flutter a little bit.

when they arrive, she’s a bit taken aback by the bear. she already knew it was a nice place—though she wasn’t expecting the type of michelin star dining that leaves people speechless.

they’re seated the moment they walk in, and escorted to a table near the back of the restaurant, slightly hidden by the thick foliage of a potted plant.

carmen pulls her chair out for her, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before sitting down across from her.

“this is…it’s beautiful in here, carm.”

“yeah?” he can’t help the boost her words give him, looking around a bit, “you think so?”

“it’s incredible,” she nods, “i had no idea it would be so fancy.”

he lets out a small chuckle at this, placing his hand atop hers. he goes to thank her, but is interrupted by the greeting of their waitress.

the girl smiles in reply, feeling bad for the clearly nervous employee that has to serve the big boss.

they order signature cocktails that cost so much the prices aren’t even listed on the menu. she supposes this follows the premise that if you have to ask for the price of something, you can’t afford it. it makes her grateful for her wallet left atop the nightstand.

“what’s the first thing you’re gonna do when you’re back home?” he asks, taking a sip of the old fashioned he had ordered. it’s easier to talk about when he’s not thinking about how soon it’ll be a reality.

“go to the beach,” she responds quietly, after a moment, “and get in the water. even if it’s freezing cold.”

“yeah?” a smile forms on his face at the mental image.

“yeah, i uh…like chicago. but i really do miss home. and i miss my friends.”

“totally.” he gives her a knowing nod.

“carmy, do you-” she sighs, fidgeting with her ring, “can i call you? when i’m back?”

“you fuckin’ better.” he responds quickly.

the girl smiles at the sternness of his response, and reaches out to touch his hand.

“okay,” she nods, “good. cause i’m gonna miss you.”

“yeah, it’s…it’s not gonna be easy.” understatement of the year. “it’ll work out though. i’ll come visit you or somethin’.”

and despite the weight of the circumstances, she smiles at this, and brings his hand up to her lips, placing a slow, tender kiss to the side of it. just wanting to show her appreciation. “you’d like it, i think. it’s really different from here.”

“yeah?”

“mhm. and my friends would freak meeting you.”

“why’s that?” he raises his eyebrows.

“cause i mean, look at you. i’d probably have to fight them off.”

carmen lets out a soft laugh at this, shaking his head in disbelief. “y’know, i’ve thought the same thing about you? just wanna keep you to myself.”

she smiles, and moves from kissing his hand to kissing his fingers.

carmen rests his thumb on her cheek, tightening his jaw as she moves onto his middle finger. how she places another kiss, pressing her lips to him, holding his wrist gently and looking up at him through her eyelashes.

the sight is kind of erotic.

“you, uh…” he clears his throat, shuffling forward in his seat, “you giving up on our game?”

“no,” she has this innocent look on her face, like she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing, “this is PG.” carmy feels the immense urge to shove his fingers in her mouth and make her suck.

“nothing about that is… stop,” he grunts as she softly bites him. it’s clear that she’s trying to get him to fold. and she’s right on track so far.

“fine. you’re no fun.” she pouts, releasing his hand and sitting straight.

“i’m not gonna lose to you.”

“yes you are,” she smiles, resting her chin in her hand.

his eyes flicker down to the strain of her breasts against the neckline of the dress. maybe he is.

“nah.” he shakes his head. “no way.”

her gaze roams over him, and she bites at her lip.

“well i might. you look so slutty in that suit.”

“i-…what?”

“you heard me.”

“i look…slutty?” there’s a perplexed expression on his face.

“super slutty. you’re so getting it when we’re home.”

“jesus,” he exhales a laugh, averting his eyes from her face, “you drunk off that one cocktail?”

“no!” she smiles, rolling her eyes. “i just thought you’d wanna know. i can't stop looking at you. you’re giving me dirty thoughts.”

he meets her eyes again with a smile, and puts his hand flat on the table, reaching out for her. when she gives him her hand, he glances at the red nail polish adorning her fingers.

“i, uh… i can't stop looking at you either.” he runs his thumb over her skin. “i’m…crazy about you. you know that, right?”

“i know,” she purrs, softly raking her nails over his skin softly, looking at him through her eyelashes.

it him feel a little feral. he takes a deep breath in through his nose.

“so, you can give up on this stupid challenge already?” his tone is low.

“no way,” she pouts, “i want my prize.”

“yeah?”

“yeah. and don’t forget this was your idea in the first place.”

he goes to defend himself when he’s cut off by a familiar chuckle.

“well, shit, welcome back!”

the girl freezes, staring straight ahead at carmen. the voice is easily recognizable. she hesitantly turns her head to put the name to a face.

“richie,” carmen greets unenthusiastically, giving him a small nod.

“you just can’t get enough of us or what?” richie chuckles, glancing at the girl quickly. he does kind of a double take, snapping his head back to her with wide eyes.

she sheepishly meets his gaze, trying to not crumble under the intense look he’s giving her.

“this is, uh…” carmen narrows his eyes at the man, “this is my girlfriend, -” he introduces her name.

richie blinks slowly, like he’s trying to process, repeating her name. testing how it feels in his mouth.

“uh, nice to-…nice to meet you. i’m richie.” he thrusts his hand forward.

“nice to meet you, richie,” she smiles, giving him a gentle shake. this is the most intense eye contact she’s experienced in a while. the silence is tense, and he’s staring at her with this perplexed admiration.

“you’re…wow,” richie chuckes, “do you have an older sister or something?”

“jesus christ, richie! go fuck off back to the front you asshole,” carmen snaps, face growing slightly red. “hey, i’m sorry about him,” richie apologizes to the girl, “he forgets that this is a nice establishment where we don’t use crass language.” his eyebrows are raised as he smooths his jacket.

she opens her mouth to respond, but carmy’s scolding cuts her off, snapping at the man to go do his job and “stop fucking around”.

“hey, i just wanted to come introduce myself to your lovely date,” richie puts his hands up in defense, “can i get you anything else, sweetheart?” he asks the girl, “you want another one of those?” pointing to her cocktail.

“maybe after dinner, thank you,” she responds politely.

“ahh okay, i like the manners! you could teach your little boyfriend over here a thing or two.”

the man has a goofy charm about him, and although carmen is getting more irate by the second, she’s amused.

“i’m trying. but he’s kind of stubborn.” her eyes flicker over to carmen, giving him a playful smile. his frown softens at this.

“ha! don’t i know it! last week he-”

“richie,” carmy interrupts, “can you go check on our order?”

“carm,” the girl groans. they didn’t place their order yet. he gives her a pleading look to just go along with it.

and whether it’s the use of his nickname or the intonation of her voice, this look of recognition washes over richie’s face and his eyes widen. he looks at carmy, then back at her. a laugh bubbles out, and he slaps a hand over his mouth, clearing this throat. his face is red.

the girl almost dies of embarrassment on the spot, knowing exactly which dots are connecting in his head.

“okay! yeah. well. nice meeting you. i’m just gonna…” he gestures behind him, backing away with a stifled grin on his face.

when she looks back at carmen, his head is in his hand and his eyes are tightly shut. when richie is out of sight and he finally looks back up to her, there’s a pained looked on his face.

“i’m-…jesus christ, i'm sorry about that.” he exhales.

the girl feels dumbfounded by the situation, and doesn’t know what to say.

she tries to keep it in, but bursts into giggles. there’s a brief look of surprise on the man’s face which forms into a small smile. he’s giving her the kind of bewildered look that says “i’m glad you found that funny because i was about 3 seconds away from getting physical”.

she rests her head in her hand, trying to take deep breaths and stop her laughing. it doesn’t really work.

carmy’s expression of bewilderment softens and he begins to grin watching her.

she finally gets control over herself and straightens, huge smile on her red face, wiping a stray tear from her eye with a big sigh.

carmen thinks it’s probably the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. and there’s this sharp pain in his chest that feels like love but also like loss. like he’s discovered this secret to life that’s about to be stolen and never given back.

his thoughts are interrupted by their waitress setting plates down in front of them. she introduces the dish, and tells them that chef sydney plated it specially for them.

the girl has a big smile on her face, as she raves about how nice everything is, but carmy can’t help but feel a bit sad for the rest of the night.

they return home hand in hand. the chill november air smells crisp like winter. leaves in the gutters rustle with the gentle breeze.

as they walk from the car, she wraps her arm around his and leans in, resting her head on him for a moment.

he turns his head and smiles at her.

“i don’t know if i ever told you this…but uh,” he glances over her face, “you’re really beautiful.”

“thank you, carmy” her soft smile grows, “i think you have told me.”

“not enough.” he’s kind of in a trance, pace slowing as he watches her face. she giggles and pulls him forward to the entrance.

the doorman of their building lets the two in, giving a small smile watching the young lovers laugh, that gleam of infatuation shining bright over their faces.

as the elevator doors close, and she turns to face him, their laughs slowly cease. they stare at each other intently.

“stop doin’ that” he mutters lowly.

“doing what?”

“you keep looking at my lips.”

“i really want to kiss you.” she bites at her lip, eyes fluttering as she keeps staring.

carmy exhales harshly at this, clenching his fists to keep his hands to himself.

she leans forward, bringing her face closer to his. he smells so fucking good, looks so handsome in his suit, she’s tempted to just tear him apart with her teeth.

“do it,” he challenges quietly, their lips so close.

she almost gives up on the challenge, leaning just a little closer, then-

ding

saved by the bell, literally. the elevator doors open to their floor.

she gasps softly at the noise, pulling away from him, face feeling hot, core tingling.

she had complained earlier, but this challenge is fun.

they hurriedly make their way to the door of their unit.

the girl stumbles in her heels and almost face plants, but carmy catches her, wrapping an arm around her waist and preventing her from falling.

without warning, he hoists her up, trying to throw her over his shoulder.

“carmy!” she yelps, “put me down!” secretly hoping he doesn’t.

he hoists her up some more, and she folds over his shoulder, dangling upside down, laughing harder than she has in a long time.

“you’re too clumsy,” he teases, hand securely gripping onto the back of her thigh, walking them the last 20 feet to their door. with his free hand he retrieves his keys, unlocks the door and nudges it open.

he only puts her down once the door is closed behind him, and she wobbles on her feet when he does so, gripping onto his arms for stability.

her face is rosy from the blood rushing to her head, and she has a girlish smile on her face as she looks up at him.

“you’re strong.”

he just smiles softly, gazing down at her.

“can you make me another one of those moscow mules?”

“yes, chef!” she returns, kicking off her heels and walking towards the kitchen.

he runs a hand through his hair, sighing longingly, and follows, sitting on one of the barstools opposite the counter where she stands.

“put on some music?” she asks softly, turning on the kitchen speaker.

“what do you want me to play?” he opens his bluetooth and connects.

“i dunno. something romantic.” the girl has a sweet smile on her face, measuring out the vodka for his drink.

he shuffles an oldies playlist—the songs from the 1940s/1950s that sound like real love. like loving and being loved unconditionally. like settling down and coming home to each other every day.

“good choice,” she compliments, cracking open a ginger beer. “i love this kind of music.” a frank sinatra song plays softly.

“me too. it’s kind of nostalgic.” he thinks of the old black and white movies he would watch with his mom.

“here,” she hands him the cold drink, garnished with mint and lime.

“thank you,” he has a small smile on his face, taking a sip. it’s bubbly and refreshing.

she clicks the speaker up a few notches, and hums along, putting away all of the drink materials.

carmen loves the sound of it.

the girl saunters over to him and perches herself on his lap, hand circling behind his neck.

his arm wraps around her back as she steals his drink to take a sip.

“good, huh?” he praises, dragging his thumb along the fabric of her dress.

“it’s okay,” she sets the cup down, “not as good as the michelin star cocktail i had earlier.”

“i disagree.”

“oh really?” she has this smile of disbelief.

“mhm. this could be award winning, easily.”

“you’re just saying that.”

“no. m’serious.” his hand rests on her knee, and he rubs it along her leg softly.

she just smiles at this, and leans in to pepper kisses along his cheek and jaw. the first song fades into the next.

“wanna dance?” she smiles against his skin.

“dance?”

“yeah. slow dance with me.”

“i, uh… i don’t know how.”

“what do you mean you don’t know how?” she giggles, standing up from his lap. “come here.”

he slowly joins her in the living room, a bashful expression on his face. he’s never been able to dance. it’s always made him feel stupid. but even so, he approaches.

this love of mine goes on and on.

she takes his hand and gently puts one on her waist, holding the other. she loops her other arm around his neck. carmy finds his nerves are almost immediately eased.

they sway gently. the light is low and an ella fitzgerald song resonates through the room. it’s slow, and kind of sad. but still romantic.

though life is empty since you’ve been gone.

carmen closes his eyes and rests his forehead on hers, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly sentimental.

his arms wrap around her further, and he pulls her closer. the music has an old fashioned grainy sound to it that makes it sound sweet.

she leans in to kiss his neck, chest pressed flush against his. she feels a surge of warmth throughout her chest. feeling grateful. relishing the moment. resting her head against him.

the two just sway gently, taking light steps ever so often.

it almost felt as if they were playing pretend—both dressed in their nicest clothes, tipsy off of $20 cocktails, swaying to the romantic music. pretending the end isn’t in sight.

i ask the sun and the moon. the stars that shine.

he pulls back to get another look at her face. tries to ignore the way his throat tightens.

what’s to become of it, this love of mine?

the girl’s gaze is longingly fixed on his handsome face.

“i really did have a wonderful time tonight,” she whispers.

he gives her a smile, but it looks kind of sad.

“i’m glad.”

“i don’t really know how to say this, but…” she drops his hand and wraps both arms around his neck, getting a bit closer, “i…i’m really happy i met you.”

he releases the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, eyes flickering over her face. he really wants to kiss her.

“i-…you know i’m never gonna be able to stop thinking about you?”

“i know, carm. i won’t either.” she hates how sad he looks. “but it’ll get easier, yeah?”

“yeah.” it’s gotta be the biggest lie he’s ever told someone.

“i love you, you know?” her confession comes as a whisper.

“i know, baby,” his tone is low, and he tightens his grip on her hips, like he’s afraid of her disappearing, “i love you too.”

what’s to become of it, this love of mine?

the song fades out slowly, and for some reason the music stops all together. the silence is thick, and the two lovers stare at each other with a palpable tension.

her eyes dart down to his lips.

“i um…i think i give up.” she whispers.

his brows furrow. before he can ask her what she means, the girl leans in and presses a firm, sweet kiss to his lips. and as innocent as the gesture is, it makes the air feel hot. makes it feel heavy. gives him goosebumps all over his arms. makes him groan.

almost instantly, carmen grabs the back of her head and pulls her against his lips, desperate to get more. he really does try to match her slow pace but he just needs it. he slips his tongue into her mouth, not even realizing how bad he needs it until he tastes her.

the girl reciprocates for a moment, a small smile forming at the unexpected ferocity. her hands come to his chest and she eases herself away from him, feeling him chase her lips.

“slow down,” she teases, helping to alleviate some of his hunger with a gentle kiss, a small grin on her face.

she’s really good at using his words against him, he thinks to himself.

“you look pretty,” the girl says in a low tone, eyes raking over the lipstick she’s left smudged over his pouty, swollen lips. slutty is probably the more accurate term.

“pr-…what?” his brain stutters.

the girl swipes her thumb over his lips and shows him the red stain, before leaning forward to pepper gentle kisses along his cheek, jaw, down to his neck.

it surprises carmen when she keeps moving downwards, threading her fingers into his tie and loosening the knot, kissing and nipping at every inch of skin she can find. she moves eagerly, but gently—really savoring the way he tenses and shudders from the light touches. this time feeling as if she holds the power.

the girl drops to her knees, smiling up at his look of wide-eyed shock as she fumbles with the buckle of his belt.

“w-what are you doing?” he rasps, clearing his throat.

“what do you mean?” she’s looking up at him innocently, slowly undoing his button and zipper.

“you, uh…you don’t have to.” he’s fixated on how pretty she looks down on her knees for him, “i know we made that bet, but if you don’t want to,-”

she pulls his briefs down to expose his cock and cuts him off with a breathy moan. it springs from confinement, tip red and throbbing. the sight alone is enough to send heat pooling between her legs, and she hungrily dives forward to lick a single stripe up the side of it.

carmen lets out a low groan, still surprised by how enthusiastically she dove to her knees—her droopy eyes, the satisfied grin on her face looking up at him—it’s as if she didn’t even care about the challenge. like it’s prize enough just to please him.

the girl softly grips his cock, leaning in and planting kisses teasingly along the length of it. making her way to the tip. it twitches in her hand. she flattens her tongue against the head of his cock and just pauses there for a second, looking up at his twisted brows and red cheeks with an amused expression. trying to gauge him.

carmen intently watches her—pink tongue, manicured nails, looking up at him through her lashes. he lets out a guttural groan when she swirls her tongue around the head of his cock.

the girl takes a breath and dives forward to take him into her mouth.

“jesus.” his hand comes to card through her hair, pushing it out of her way as she hungrily takes him in.

he’s thick and heavy in her mouth. she gives a few bobs of her head, coating him in her saliva, trying to find what makes him tick. tasting his distinct flavor and pressing her thighs together to try and chase some relief.

“fuck, that’s-,” he exhales sharply as she moves her head up and down the length of his shaft, saliva coating his skin, beginning to stick to his pubic hair, “that’s good. keep doin’ that.” it’s more of a plea than a command.

she doesn’t, though, instead easing her mouth from his cock, watching as a string of spit connects them as she pulls back with a soft giggle.

he knows he’s completely fucked for her when his erection twitches at the noise. he rakes his eyes over her flushed face and chest. the way her lipstick is smudged across her spit-glossed lips.

“keep doing what?” she asks teasingly.

“you-…stop fuckin’ playing with me,” he rasps exasperatedly.

the girl smiles at his tone, and leans forward to give gentle kitten-like licks over his throbbing head.

“m’not-” a kiss, “playing with you, carmy,” another kiss, “i’m just…enjoying myself.” she gently jerks the length of him, opening her mouth, bumping him against her tongue with every few strokes. she finds herself getting aroused trying to push his buttons like this.

“you’re-mmh…you’re gonna fuckin’ get it if you don’t stop.”

“you want me to stop?” she asks sweetly, “okay.” she drops her hand and sits back on her heels, watching as his erection bobs up and down.

carmen’s gaze darkens, jaw clenched.

“you-…” he scoffs, “i can see right through what you’re doing.”

“oh yeah?” she tests, “what am i doing?”

“you’re trying to get me to get rough with you.”

bingo. she kind of wants a face fucking.

“no i’m not.” the girl bites at her lip unconvincingly.

“yes you are. and i'm not going to.”

“wha-why?” she pouts, scooting closer to him. his cock brushes against her cheek.

“not like this. i don’t wanna hurt you.” he reaches forward to brush a piece of hair behind her ear, letting his hand trail over her face.

“you won’t,” she whines, eyes darting between his face and his raging erection. it’s big, so maybe he will. but she doesn’t care. “i can take it.”

“you like to argue,” he grumbles, taking ahold of her face, squeezing her cheeks together slightly. she looks so cute like this.

“carm,” she whines, “i can take it. promise i can. please?”

carmen releases her face, trailing his hand behind her head and gripping her hair. with his other hand he fists his cock and gently eases it forward, rubbing the tip against her slick, pouty lips.

“open,” his tone is low, and he slowly pushes himself into her mouth when she complies. he goes until he feels restriction, and pulls back.

the girl lets out a sound of disagreement at this.

“hey.” carmen chides firmly, “you’re gonna take what i fuckin’ give you.” he watches the way her eyelids flutter at his stern tone. the way she shifts her body overtop her heel.

the girl lets a sigh out through her nose and tries to exercise patience as the man slowly rocks his hips forward and back, never breaching the halfway point. remaining gentle and delicate in his motion.

when she tries to sink her mouth further forward, he grips her hair and harshly tugs her back. her yelp is muffled around his cock.

“what, baby? that hurt?” his tone has a mocking edge to it. “thought y’said you could handle it.” he pulls himself out of her mouth so she can respond.

“i can.” her voice trembles. face is red hot. panties soaked with slick.

“yeah?” he slaps his cock against her cheek, “gonna be a tough girl for me?”

“yes,” she pleads, eyes fixated on him, enthusiastically embracing his shift of dominance.

to her surprise, carmen steps away from her. he’s giving her this look as if he’s about to devour her. silence, for a moment. like he’s thinking.

“take off your dress.”

she blinks, processing the request for a moment. after she shoots up and undoes her zipper, she hastily shoves the fabric down her body, letting it pool around her ankles before stepping out. and by the time she’s about to get back on her knees, carmen’s own clothes are on the floor next to hers.

the man graciously rakes his eyes over her nude body, thanking each and every saint he could think of. grabbing her and pulling her in for a frantic kiss before she can sink back down to her knees. he can taste the fruity remnants of lime and mint on her lips from the cocktail she had at the restaurant.

the girl eagerly accepts his kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth, swallowing the small groan he releases.

“wanna taste you again,” she pleads in between kisses.

“yeah?” he bites at her lip.

“y-eah,” she gasps, surprised at how firmly he had nipped her.

carmen pulls away with a final kiss, moving to sit on the couch. he spreads his knees apart and locks eyes with the girl, a silent beckon to come.

she obeys, of course, and sinks down to the floor in between his legs, resting her hands atop his strong thighs. it’s only moments before she’s eagerly diving forward to take him into her mouth again.

carmy just watches her, savoring the moment. savoring how her tongue swirls around him and how she keeps going lower and lower. how her face gets redder and how she stares up at him with blown pupils. it’s surreal—almost dreamlike.

he gathers her hair in a haphazard ponytail, using his grip to push her a little further down. make her move a little faster. he can tell she likes it, too, by the way her moans vibrate around his cock.

carmen pulls her back by her hair, forcing her to take a breather. his eyes rake over her flushed cheeks and pouty lips. she looks like a little doll, and the juxtaposition of her pretty face with the filthy position drives him fucking crazy.

“stick your tongue out,” he tells her gruffly.

and she does, showing him her tongue and gazing up at him through her lashes.

carmy takes a firm hold of her face with his free hand and spits into her mouth. then eases his cock back inside.

it’s enough to make her want to cum on the spot.

the girl takes him in deeper than she had yet, almost hitting the back of her throat. and despite her gag, she continues to enthusiastically bob her head, desperate for more.

it’s so enjoyable, in fact, that she trails her hand down between her legs, beginning to circle her swollen clit just to alleviate some of the heat she felt. and it feels so fucking good just to have that added touch that her body goes a little limp, jaw goes slack.

she gives carmen complete control of her movements, tethered to him by the tight fist wrapped around her hair—consciously focusing on relaxing her throat as tears brim her eyes.

“jesus christ, that’s good, baby.” he shifts forward, filling her mouth with more of his length. watches in mild enjoyment as she gags around him.

“just relax,” he soothes, moving his free hand to caress her face, dragging her back by her hair.

the girl takes a sharp breath in as soon as she can, tears beginning to slip down her cheeks. her fingers are drenched with slick arousal, staring carmy in the eyes, lips parted as continues to eagerly rub circles over her clit.

“fuck me,” he strains, watching her play with herself, unaware of her desperation until that moment. the sight looks like it’s straight out of a porno. “you having fun down there?”

she nods her head eagerly, wiping some saliva from her chin with the back of her hand, leaning forward to try and take him back into her mouth.

carmen gives her hair a little tug, keeping her in place.

she glances up to give him a questioning look.

“come give me a taste.” his eyes glance down to her lips.

a small smile forms on her face as she processes his request. she gingerly leans forward, careful to not earn another tug, and licks a long stripe up his cock.

carmy loosens the grip on her hair as she goes to stand up, enthusiastically accepting her tongue into his mouth to taste himself.

there’s something about the ferocity of the kiss that makes him feel like he’s on the verge of finishing all over his stomach. he takes deep breaths trying to push the feeling away. and that’s before he feels the wet heat of her pussy rubbing against the tip his length.

the girl finds herself so desperate for release she begins to rock against his erection, letting it glide through her wet folds, gauging his reaction to see if he’ll stop her.

and he doesn’t, instead groaning into her mouth and grabbing her ass.

so the girl positions her wet hole over his cock, and slowly begins to sink down, letting out a gasp at the stretch.

“fuck,” the two chant in tandem, hers as a whimper and his as more of a gruff exhale.

carmen marvels about how perfect the stretch of her wet hot cunt feels around him as she eases herself down until she’s flush with his lap.

they just stare at each other for a second in this feral, pupils-blown kind of frenzy, mouths both agape at the sensation of his cock nudged so deeply within her. how she’s not even moving and it’s just so hot and wet and deep and fucking good.

carmen’s hand sides up her back, thumb pressing into the dip of her spine. his face is hot and his cock is throbbing and his mouth moves faster than his mind can.

“m’keeping you here with me,” he almost growls, pressing his fingers into her skin, eyes locked on hers. doesn’t miss the way she flinches a little at the words.

the girl grips the sides of his face, and leans forward, pressing her forehead against his, closing her eyes and shakily exhaling as she rocks her hips back and forth against him.

carmy says her name. it comes out strained. his hands grab her ass and he pulls and pushes her, intensifying the gentle rocking motion.

the girl presses her lips to his, hoping to quiet him with a kiss. hoping to forget about it and just enjoy the moment. but she feels him call her name again, this time against her lips. the girl begins to softly bounce herself on his lap, jostling his length inside of her.

“hey,” he exhales in between her eager kisses. “i didn’t mean-” another kiss, “-you just feel so good and i-”

“carmy,” she whispers softly against his lips, “be quiet baby. just-mmh… let’s just enjoy it.”

carmen groans into her mouth as she rocks her hips against his again, hand coming to the small of her back. and it’s definitely enjoyable. it’s just hard to not think about it ending. to not plead with her for just a little more.

the girl takes his scrunched face and nod as a gesture to keep going, so she shuffles her knees in a bit and begins slowly riding him. one hand touches his firm chest, the other trailing her kisses from his jaw to his neck.

“jesus christ,” is what slips from his mouth, as he feels her gentle bites, allowing himself to relinquish that control he holds so dearly, for just a moment.

when she pulls back from his neck, her face and chest are flushed, nipples perked, and she’s pushing her breasts out trying to get him to look.

but his eyes just remain fixed on hers, like he’s trying to memorize her blown pupils and color of her irises.

“is it okay?” she asks breathily as she keeps rocking her hips, feeling unexpectedly nervous under his intense gaze.

“you’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he mutters immedietly, as if he doesn’t entirely process her question.

and even though they were this far along, the girl finds herself feeling shy at his sincerity. she goes to deflect as she usually does to compliments that fluster her.

“n-no, i-”

“-you are. my pretty fuckin’ girl. never gonna let you outta my sight,” he almost growls.

and by this point her body is hot and her pussy is throbbing and she’s finding the words that come out of his mouth so incredibly tempting. the implications less serious under the blanket of lust. so her lips part in a moan and she presses her hand to his chest and begins to ride faster, easing off then re-impaling herself on his cock. his hands come up to cup her breasts, ghosting thumbs over her nipples.

“yes, carm.”

“yeah?”

“mhm. love how you touch me.”

she shuffles her feet under her knees, angling herself to be able to bounce a bit more comfortably.

“you feel so-fuck… so good, you know that?” carmen grits, face scrunching at the new sensation.

her stomach flutters at his praise, eyes raking down his form beneath her. his flushed skin. the way the muscle of his shoulder bulges out a little as he’s grabbing her like his life depends on it.

“feels so big,” she whisper-cries.

“yeah? is it too much?”

“n-no. so good. m’so full.”

his eyes glance down to where their bodies are connected. watches her ride him for a moment. groans at the way she becomes nearly all the way flush with his hips.

“so good at that,” he grits, mesmerized by the way her sticky arousal clings to his pubic hair. “take me so good. you like feelin’ full, huh?”

her mouth just falls open in response, eyes screwing shut as she feels him reach forward to circle her clit. the added pleasure only spurs her on, beginning to eagerly ride him, breasts bouncing in front of his face.

“holy shit,” she cries, surprised how easily she feels her orgasm building, nails leaving crescents on the skin of his shoulder.

“you close already, baby?” he whispers with a small, knowing grin on his face. “m’barely touching you.”

she just moans in response, unable to open her eyes, bucking her hips more wildly by the second, movements becoming sloppier, needier.

“just keep-ah…just stay right there,” she pleads, savoring his slick, feather-light touches to her clit, feeling tears well up in her eyes.

“right there?” carmen eases his fingers back slightly at the sight of her tears, and it’s just enough pressure to keep her on edge.

“y-yeah, i’m…just please-” she cries pathetically, breaths becoming frantic, a static feeling tingling through her body. “please, carmy, m’gonna cum. just a little more.”

and he can’t help but just marvel at her. the twisted expression of pleasure on her face. the stray tear that slips down her cheek. it’s probably the most erotic thing he’s ever seen.

as a thank you for the next year of jerk-off material, he lets her have just a little more. watches with enjoyment as she finally comes unraveled with this loud, primal cry. feels the sting of her nails against his chest and bicep.

the man holds her hip with his free hand, thrusting up into her as her movement falters and she slumps forward.

“carm, i-” she gasps, body becoming overstimulated, thighs trembling.

“i got you, baby. i got you.”

“it’s-ah!”

“one more second, pretty girl, m’almost done. can you hold on for me?”

“y-yeah,” she cries, desperately grabbing onto him for dear life. there’s this overwhelming heat surging through her body. her lips feel numb and tingly. but she holds on and takes it like a big girl.

“you’re fuckin’ gripping me.” he strains, eyebrows twisted up in pleasure.

the girl isn’t able to respond through her jagged breathing, instead leaning forward to hungrily kiss him again.

“y’gonna have to move in a sec,” carmen warns, gripping her hips with bruising force.

“no,” she begins to move her hips against him, meeting his thrusts halfway.

carmy groans, eyes nearly rolling back into his head. “what do you mean no?” he strains.

“want it in me.”

“jesus, fu-” he exasperatedly exhales, “can’t baby. you know i can’t.”

they lock eyes, pupils blown.

“please. wanna feel it.” her plead comes in between desperate breaths.

“what, you want a baby or something?” the man asks her, partially in disbelief and partially in a fiery haze of lust.

“yes-!” she gasps. and even though a baby is probably the last thing she wants, there’s this inexplicable urge that overtakes. that revels in the idea of being linked with him forever.

“yeah?” he’s shocked by her answer, but not dissuaded, “you want me to put a baby in you?”

“yeah, carm. want your baby. wanna stay here with you.” the girl finds herself coming up on a second orgasm, relishing the way his cock perfectly nudges against her g-spot.

“fuckk,” he groans, face growing hot at her words, “you want that? really?” studying her expression for any trace of hesitation. finding none. “cause i’ll give it to you.” and he’s dead serious. he’ll buy a ring for her tomorrow if she wants it, he thinks to himself.

“yes, i want it,” she cries, “cum in me, please.”

and between the desperation of her plead and her breasts bouncing right in his face, it takes him about 5 more seconds before he erupts.

his cock twitches, body stiffens and he lets out a guttural moan, grabbing onto her hips with a bruising force.

and the feeling of his hot cum inside of her is enough for the girl to fall over the edge for a second time, tear-soaked eyes rolling back into her head, a whitehot bliss surging through her body.

the two lovers are overcome with the sensation, sexes pulsing rhythmically in sync, graciously sharing orgasms with each other.

carmen’s eyes are scrunched shut, brows furrowed and lips parted.

the girl’s head falls to his shoulder, shakily breathing through the feeling. trying to come back down to earth.

they just stay there for a moment, panting. recovering.

she finds that she can hear his heartbeat. zones into the rhythm. listens as it gradually slows.

carmy wraps his arms around her and nuzzles his face into her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo.

when she finally pulls back after a few minutes, she plants a gentle kiss to his lips.

“you good?” he asks against her mouth.

“so good.” and so full and so warm. she never wants to move.

but like all good things, they must come to an end. so the girl begins to slowly ease herself off his cock. and suddenly realizes what just happened.

“oh shit.”

“what?” carmen opens his eyes. watches as his cum slowly drips out of her. tries to take a mental picture.

but the girl quickly reaches over to grab a tissue off the coffee table, frantically wiping away the surplus of the stickiness leaking from her core.

“why didn’t you pull out?” her tone grows a bit frantic.

“wha-cause you fuckin’ begged me not to.” he shakes his head, trying to comprehend her question.

“i-…” she stutters, exhaling, “fuck, carmy, i’m not on birth control!”

he has this perplexed expression on his face, blinking slowly and trying to rationalize her response. “you…did you not want me to? m sorry, i-”

“-no, i know i told you to. i just-…i got caught up in the moment i guess.” between the release of her orgasm and the weight of her previous request, the girl finds herself fighting the urge to cry.

carmen must seem to notice this, because his hardened expression softens a bit. he quickly tries to think of something comforting to say.

“want me to take you to get a plan b?”

nice, carmy, he thinks to himself. he’s never been good at responding fast under pressure.

“yeah.” her response comes as a whisper. comes with a single tear. she turns her head away from him and embarrassedly tries to wipe it away.

“hey,” he says tenderly, going to hold the side of her face, turning her back to face him. just studies her face for a moment with furrowed brows, trying to think of what to say. “you…you know i’d support you, right? if you…whatever you decide.”

“really?” it’s hard for her to believe him.

“yes, really.”

“you’d want a baby?”

“if that’s what you want.” he has the most genuine expression on his face, eyes locked with hers. he watches another tear roll down her cheek and adds, “seriously. i’m all in.”

she’s shocked by his sincerity. it doesn’t make anything easier, either. just makes everything feel more confusing.

“i’m…carmy, i can’t.” her words come out as a kind of sob.

“that’s okay.” he reassures wholeheartedly. he doesn’t know why he feels just a little disappointed.

“but i want to.” the girl plants her hands on his bare chest. “it’s just…you’re older than me. you’re ready for that kind of thing. i’m…such a mess, i can’t even imagine being a mom yet.” it comes out choked, the tears just keep falling.

“i get it.” he nods. “really. you don’t have to explain yourself.” he rubs circles with his thumb along her hip. “i just wanted you to know. it’s your choice.”

“you’d wanna have a baby with me?” she wipes at her cheek.

“yeah.” he nods, brows furrowed. “of course i would.”

and just for a moment, the girl lets herself fantasize. lets her brain entertain the thought of having a family with him. of just leaving everything in california and starting new. of being so selfish and doing what she wants, just this one time.

the thought is so tempting she finds it hard to distance herself from. to rationalize.

she wouldn’t be a good mom. a good wife. not right now. she still has so much to learn about herself. so much to still figure out.

after a moment, she finally speaks.

“can you take me to cvs?”

carmen nods, and reaches up to wipe the last of her tears away.

he ignores the gnawing feeling of loss. has to remind himself it’s the loss of a fantasy.

the loss of something that never existed.

“fuck me.” she drops her bag to the ground, frantically opening pockets and unzipping zippers. “carm, i think i left my passport on the-“

“-no you didn’t.” he fishes in his back pocket for the booklet and hands it over. “here.”

the girl lets out a sigh of relief, staring up at the man with this perplexed, amazed expression.

“thank you.” it comes out in a sort of whisper, and when she goes to take it from him, their fingers brush against each other.

“you, uh…you only got an hour left.” he runs his hand through his messy hair. “y’should probably go find your gate.”

“yeah.” she stands. her bag remains on the ground. “okay.”

the two just stare at each other for a minute, locked in this trance-like state.

“you know, i-”

“-do you think we-”

their words overlap.

“i’m sorry, you go-”

“-no, go ahead.” carmen nods, a small smile on his face.

she takes a deep breath, piecing together what she even wants to say.

“just…thank you. for everything. and i’m gonna miss you.” her words don’t do it justice. there’s so much more she wants to say.

he nods, swallowing harshly. his fingers fumble for the piece of paper folded up in his pocket.

“i, uh…listen. i know you’re gonna be busy, and…want to focus on other things, which i get. but, uh…i was thinking, if you wanted…no pressure…uh,”

“what is that?” she interrupts, curiosity getting to the better of her, pointing to the folded up paper he holds.

“it’s uh…it’s a plane ticket. well, a voucher.” he hurriedly explains, “from LAX to ORD. i was thinking if you ever had a weekend free or something…” he trails off, trying to gauge her reaction. hoping he’s not overstepping.

she takes deep breaths—having promised herself earlier that she wouldn’t cry. but the moment she goes to open her mouth to speak, a sob comes out. she claps her hand over her mouth. closes her eyes as she feels carmen’s arms instantly wrap around her.

“hey,” he soothes, kissing the side of her head. “c’mon, don’t cry. you’re gonna make me cry.” his voice wobbles a bit.

the girl burrows her face into his chest, staining his shirt with tears.

“i don’t wanna go-!” she cries, clinging onto him as if her life depends on it.

“i know.” he nuzzles his nose into her hair. “i know, pretty girl. it’s gonna be okay.” his throat burns. face feels hot. and as much as he hates it, tears brim at his eyes. he told himself he wasn’t going to cry.

and so they just stand there, holding each other. ignoring the shuffle of the crowd around them as people queue into the security line.

ignoring the grainy announcements over the pa system.

ignoring the fact that it would’ve been so much less painful had they never gone so far.

for a moment, it feels like the world around them stops. the passage of time, the priority of leaving, all of it.

just for a moment. like they’re back in the living room and ella fitzgerald is playing.

“don’t forget about me,” she pleads into the fabric of his jacket.

“i don’t think i could if i tried.”

at this, she places a soft kiss onto his neck. “i’ll miss you.”

“me too,” carmen chokes out, grabbing at her waist, her hips, trying to memorize the feeling of her body against his.

and as the girl slowly tries to pull away, he holds her a little tighter, trying to turn his head so she doesn’t see him cry.

“carmy,” she whispers soothingly, reaching up to wipe a tear from his face.

“just, uh…call me when you land, yeah?” he brushes the gesture off, feeling all too vulnerable under her sympathetic gaze.

“okay.” she rubs his cheek.

“alright. i guess you should go get in line, then.” he goes to step back.

“wait.”

the girl pulls his face in and presses one last kiss to his lips. it feels like they lock together. like the perfect fit.

and carmen just melts into the feeling, letting out the smallest of groans into her mouth. it’s her taste, her smell, everything. for a split second he debates giving up on his dreams. selling the restaurant and following her to california. raising babies and laying in the sand and swimming in the ocean no matter how cold it is.

she slowly steps back, leaving him wanting just a little more.

“i love you.” she softly reminds him, holding his hand.

he nods, pressing his lips together and looking away from her. feeling so stupid for the tears that burn his eyes.

“i love you too.”

the girl takes another step back, letting her hand fall from his. picking up her bag and giving him one last good look. imprinting into her mind his messy curls and handsome face.

and it feels like there’s nothing left to say, really.

so she turns and walks away from him. towards the security checkpoint doors. taking deep breaths and wiping at her cheeks. she’s about to push through the doors.

don’t look back. do not look back.

she turns to look back at him. and he’s still there, standing in the same place she’d left him. his hands are in his pockets. jaw is clenched. just watching her with this look on his face that makes her want to dive into his arms and tell him she’ll stay.

the girl raises her hand. gives him a small wave. he returns the gesture with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

and with that, she pushes through the doors.

in a way, it feels like she’s leaving home. not returning home.

for the entire flight, she stares out the window in complete silence. thinking about the last few months. biting back more tears with every new thought.

she gets back to san diego around 6 in the evening. takes a taxi to the beach that’s a mile from her house.

sends carmy a picture of the waves rolling in, the sky stained a pinkish orange.

within a few minutes, she receives a heart on the photo.

he doesn’t send anything else.

it does feel good to be home. the girl has to continually remind herself of this over the next few weeks. it feels familiar. feels safe.

but along with the joy of being back home, there’s this underlying feeling of grief. a gnawing in her chest whenever she lays her head down at night.

she feels haunted by carmen, in a way.

her brain plays cruel tricks on her—mistaking any white man with curly brown hair at the supermarket for him just for a split second.

stalking his instagram. his restaurant’s instagram. his restaurant’s employee’s instagrams. trying to keep up with him.

she doesn’t call him. doesn’t text.

and carmy doesn’t either.

she opens their message thread ever so often just to make sure she didn’t miss his notification. types out messages and deletes them and stares at the heart he’d left on her picture.

she convinces herself that if he wanted to call her, he would’ve. takes his silence as a message.

on christmas day she has one cranberry cocktail too many and finally gives in. navigates to her contacts and presses on the phone icon next to his name.

and the line rings. and rings. and rings. and right before she’s about to hang up and drown herself in more cranberry cocktails, the line picks up.

“hey,” comes carmen’s voice through the phone. it’s so good to hear that the girl blanks out for a minute, not even sure of what to say. “hello?” he asks into the silence.

“fuck you,” she blurts out, clapping a hand over her mouth as soon as the words leave. it was just the first thing that came to mind.

after a stunned silence, she hears him give a surprised chuckle, followed by a “merry christmas to you too.” carmen grabs his jacket and opens the door of his mom’s house, stepping out into the cold, snowy night.

“you never called me.”

“i, um…i didn’t think you wanted me to,” the man responds truthfully, “you never responded.”

what? he never sent anything to respond to.

“respond to-…” she scoffs, “what, you ‘liking’ my message?”

“yeah,” he feels a little embarrassed hearing it out loud, “yeah, i guess i can see what you mean. i, uh…sorry. i was actually just thinking about you.”

his admission sends butterflies through her stomach. she rolls her eyes at the feeling.

“yeah, well merry christmas. and i hope you get coal.” her face feels hot. “and i miss you.” the last part spills out without her permission.

he gives her another soft laugh.

“yeah, i deserve coal. and i…i miss you so fucking much,” he admits, watching his breath freeze in the air in front of him, “you still liking it out there?”

“it’s alright.” her response comes softly. she plays with a loose thread on her sweater.

“yeah? your mom doing okay?”

“i guess. as okay as she can. is yours?”

carmen exhales, half humorous, half exasperation. “yeah. as okay as she can.” he had been called a bitch more times than he could count tonight, actually. but he keeps it light.

the girl just hums in agreement at this, and a brief silence settles between them. he’s the one to eventually break it.

“you, uh…you think about coming out anytime soon?” god, he wishes he had a cigarette. “still got your room empty.”

“yeah, i have.” it’s all she’s been thinking about. but she tries to stay nonchalant. “maybe after new years.”

“great, yeah.” his heart pounds a little faster at her words. “no pressure, just…yeah. i’d love to see you.”

“okay. i’ll um…i’ll let you know,” she tells him softly, feeling an overwhelming urge to cry.

“okay.”

“merry christmas, carmy.”

“merry christmas.” he shuffles from side to side. “stay in touch, yeah? it was really good to hear from you.”

“yeah, i will. you too. goodnight.”

“wait, i uh-” he wants to tell her he loves her.

“hm?” she puts the phone back up to her ear.

“just, um…take care of yourself, yeah?” he can’t seem to muster up the courage.

“i will.”

“okay. good.”

“i…i’m gonna feel stupid for saying this, but i love you, carm.”

he gets this feeling of relief and pain all in one. “i love you too.” so much. “thanks for callin’.”

“goodnight.”

“yeah, night.”

the line disconnects. and it feels better than before.

hurts still, yes.

but better.

the girl finds herself staring at the ceiling that night, just thinking. about her family, her career. about carmen. finds solace in the way that gnawing feeling is replaced by a fluttering. a hopefulness.

and what is love, if not unconditional and everlasting?

she drifts off to sleep with warm cheeks and the image of his goofy smile at the forefront of her mind.

a/n: ow.

really hope you enjoyed this series :) these two i hold so near & dear to my heart and i thoroughly enjoyed watching this story fold out along with you. thank you all so much for your patience with the process & for your kind words!!! xoxox

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto smut #carmy berzatto imagine #the bear imagine

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himluv · 1 month ago

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Man. Woke up to some absolutely rancid developments in the fandom this morning. I haven't had coffee yet, so bear with me:

Dragon Age: The Veilguard came out almost EIGHT MONTHS ago. Even before launch, the negativity was there — art style complaints, "women aren't allowed to be hot," complaints about the OST, etc. – but once the game was out, the shitstorm really got rolling.

Every article suggested to me was about how "woke" Veilguard was, always with thumbnails of Taash, as if their mere existence in a video game was cause for outrage. Within DAYS, Metacritic user reviews were at a 3 vs. a then aggregate score of 85 from critic reviews. And almost EVERY negative review talked about top surgery scars, Taash, the use of the word nonbinary, and how the character creator didn't allow for "hot" enough female characters.

I ignored it then, because that sounded to me like typical Dude Bro™ capital G gamer bullshit. I stayed locked in and played Veilguard through to the end in less than a week. I loved it, and I was unabashed in my love for the game then, posting about how much it affected me, what I loved and what it gave me to think on. I immediately started another playthrough and began writing fic a few days later.

As of this writing, I have written 254,000 words of fanfic since November 13, 2024. When I tell you I love this game... Let that be the proof.

I thought, surely, as the newness wears off and the spotlight fades, the conversation around Veilguard will change. And... I guess, it did. It got worse. A very vocal subset of fans – of whom I would previously have considered myself a member – decided that this game and its treatment of our sad little meow meow (affectionate) was a personal attack. "Fans" started talking about the developers like it was celebrity gossip and wrote honestly brutal and horrible things about NORMAL PEOPLE doing their JOBS!

Things were circling the drain then, and I read the signs well. I blocked some folks and merely unfollowed others, some I'd been following since the start of this blog back in 2017. We disagreed about Solas in Veilguard in basically every way, to the point where it was negatively affecting my love for the character. I extricated myself quietly (not that I'd been a huge presence to begin with).

But, I'd spent the majority of 2024 consuming all the Dragon Age tie-in media. ALL OF IT. And Veilguard relies on tie-in media a lot, So, I started posting about that, and how Veilguard did a good job, actually, of using that media and how having read the books/comics only heightened my experience with the game.

That went... poorly. I blocked some folks who accused me of things I didn't say and who clearly weren't reading my analysis with any sort of positive intent. I was Wrong and my interpretations were Wrong and how dare I have the audacity to love a video game of a franchise I have been hyperfocused on since 2009??? Apparently the game is bad and my reading analysis and comprehension skills are Bad and I should be yelled at for it.

(y'all, I went to school for English/Writing, am a librarian by day and a professional specfic author by night... like. You don't have to agree with my analyses, but... this is what I do???? I read things and think about them and write about them and help others do the same???).

But, I blocked and moved on with my life. And I have been absolutely PROLIFIC with that block button. And I've largely avoided any backlash (yes, backlash – to deny its existence is willful ignorance and, frankly, dishonest) because of my willingness to block any and every shit take I've seen on this site.

I've stayed in my corner, loving this game with an absolutely beautiful community of folks who encourage and nurture creativity. Word games, prompt tags, weekly events. It is a wonderful place to be a Veilguard fan.

But, it HAD to be a carefully curated corner, because even a step outside of this bubble was filled with so much hate, and ANY attempt to engage or interact with a Veilguard positive lens was met with complete vitriol. And it has just agitated itself into a rabid froth of cruelty. Not just toward the game, but devs and fans.

Dislike of a game fermented into personal attacks against people who LIKED A VIDEO GAME and didn't think it deserved to be shit on so badly that an entire development team lost their jobs. That people pointing out how VITAL the queer rep in Veilguard is in THIS moment shouldn't be attacked. That pointing out how the game focuses on community action and smaller, personal stories of hope and perseverance is actually REALLY IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW and shouldn't come with a risk of being doxxed.

Eight months. It's been eight months of this behavior and it is only getting worse. I'm not sure what I wanted to say with all of this. I'm mad. Worried for my friends. I'm disappointed. And also... man. I still love Dragon Age. Have loved Dragon Age since 2009. Nothing that happens on tumblr will make that less true.

But, if you don't love Dragon Age any more... maybe... move on? Find something you do love? Because, as angry and disappointed and worried as I am... I'm also sad. I'm sad that so many people are seemingly obsessed with something they don't even like. That's no way to enjoy life. We only get so many days on this planet and spending them so angry and hurt that you want other people to be angry and hurt... it's sad. Not in a like... pathetic way, but in a genuine, heartfelt it-makes-me-feel-sad-that-others-feel-like-this kind of way.

#no tags #himluv gets ranty #and then sad #will probs delete later #what a day

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weirdmarioenemies · 1 year ago

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Name: Hot-Hot Rock Debut: Super Mario Bros. Wonder

You know something I love about the Mario series? Its tendency to use reduplication to put emphasis on certain words. You thought your average everyday mountain was tall? Well this is a Tall Tall Mountain. You've never seen docks quite this dire before! And it's not even just adjectives that get in on the fun! Rock Rock Mountain, Ice Ice Outpost, I love that something can be more "rock" or "ice" than something else. Sometimes a word is so nice, you just wanna say it twice twice.

Hot-Hot Rocks are one of the latest additions to this long-running Mario trend, and also one of our latest Cubic Companions! You know, Blocks are very important to the Mario franchise, but how many enemies can you think of that are blocks...? The answer should be a lot. This was a Mod Hooligon Trick and you may or may not have fallen for it. I can't tell unless you tell me, alright?

Hot-Hot Rocks first appear in the level Hot-Hot Hot! (this is an example of a linguistic phenomenon known as "threeduplication"), where they serve as one of the primary obstacles. As long as Hot-Hot Rocks are Not-Hot, you can stand on them like any other platform. But when they start glowing red, you better get out of the kitchen, because Mario and friends can't stand the heat!

Of course, a little water is all it takes to turn Hot-Hot Rocks into Not-Hot Rocks for good, so spray them with Elephant Mario's trunk or a precariously placed pot of water, and they won't be able to hurt you anymore!

Hot-Hot Rocks have a symbiotic relationship with another new enemy called Kerpop, which will probably get its own post someday, likely courtesy of Mod Chikako. These guys act like Goombas most of the time, but when they touch a hot Hot-Hot Rock, they will pop and begin jumping around! How cute! This attention to detail is what makes Super Mario Bros. Wonder truly special.

That's about all there is to Hot-Hot Rocks, but we're not quite done yet, because this post is about to get all philisolophical(sic)! Because as Weird Mario Enemies, an important part of that title-we-love-to-defy-and-love-bringing-up-how-much-we-love-to-defy-it is knowing what an "enemy" is to begin with. And so we must ask ourselves: what is an enemy? What separates an enemy from an obstacle? And is there even a meaningful difference...?

I can't say I can give you an answer. But I can give you a bunch of thought exercises under the cut! You like those, right?

You do like those! Thanks for looking under the cut, I really appreciate it.

So if we want to have a discussion of what counts as an "enemy" in the context of a video game, we should probably have a rough definition of what we think an "enemy" is in the first place. It's tough to look for edge cases of something that doesn't have any edges.

I personally think a good starting definition is along the lines of "a character designed with the intent of hurting the player," or something roughly like that. And now that we have a definition, we can scrutinize the hell out of it!

On the left we have Thwomp. Thwomp is a classic Mario Enemy. The kind you'd see featured on @regularmarioenemies. We invite Thwomp over for dinner every Sunday, and Thwomp always smashes the dinner table because that's just what Thwomp does. On the right we have Karamenbo. Karamenbo does the exact same thing that Thwomp does, but it doesn't have a face! And despite the fact they act the exact same way, this simple design difference leads to most people considering Thwomp an "enemy" and Karamenbo an "obstacle"!

Is the difference between an enemy and an obstacle really something so simple as having a face? And if so...

What do we make of Lava Bubble, another Classic Mario Enemy that only sometimes has a face? Are they only an enemy when they have a face? Or are they allowed to always be enemies in spite of their occasional facelessness? Or alternatively, are they prohibited from being enemies despite their occasional befacedness? I don't know, and my "the fact I am writing for this blog" tells me I should probably be an expert in this field!

And what about Moonsnake? What could easily be dismissed as a simple obstacle like a Spike Bar is revealed by in-game text to be a living creature! Does this allow it to be classified as an enemy instead? Does something become an enemy just because there's text saying it's alive? Do ghosts and robots count as alive? Is a thorny flower an enemy instead of an obstacle, or does the specific choice of the word "creature" make a meaningful distinction here?

What if I told you there's official text calling Karamenbo a type of Thwomp, does that change your perception of it?

And we haven't even started touching on the idea of whether or not enemies need to hurt you. Let me ask you an important question...

Are Hoppos enemies? They can not hurt you. Whenever you touch them, you just bounce off, and sure, you might be bounced into something that can hurt you, but Hoppo is just an animal. Is it really Hoppo's fault? Could Hoppo be charged with manslaughter for bouncing Mario into a bottomless pit? Are bottomless pits a type of enemy?

Flomps, Bomps, these can not hurt you directly, but they can cause you to get hurt! And they're relatives of Thwomp, too! Do these factors matter in defining them as an enemy? Bomps act basically the same as the Push-Blocks from Super Mario Odyssey, and the wiki classifies those as mere platforms!

Is mayonnaise an enemy? I don't even know anymore!

Basically, enemies are a subclass of obstacle but there's not really a meaningful distinction that separates them. Literally the only thing that separates an enemy from an obstacle is the Vibes. Nothing else matters! Sorry! But what does that mean for our blog...?

Absolutely nothing! As I've said multiple times, we stopped caring about that distinction ages ago. We're hardly even a Mario blog anymore! I just wanted to subject you to my ramblings because I've had this in the back of my mind for a while now and well I had to say it somewhere.

And since I subjected you to several paragraphs of ramblings that amount to basically nothing... am I an enemy...?

#hot-hot rock #super mario bros wonder #mario #mario enemies #mario obstacles?#mod hooligon

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bontentrio · 9 months ago

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do you think ghosts enjoyed it?

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

wooyoung + afab!reader

tw: smut (fingering + riding + unprotected sex + cum eating + slight voyeurism + lmk if anything else)

summary: hide and seek at a haunted hospital, but you get a little too scared so wooyoung has to think of a quick way to distract you.

a/n: first and *probably* last time i’m writing smut, i wanted to challenge myself and ended up hating it lol but i worked too hard on it to keep it drafted. KEEP IN MIND ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! also minors please do NOT interact with this post.

“it’s not too late to leave” you muttered, squeezing wooyoung’s arm as if it was a stress ball. “in fact i think it would be very smart to leave”

wooyoung giggled nervously, squeezing your arm right back. “it’s just a haunted hospital baby, we have to hide long enough and avoid everyone until we reach the back door to the garden”

“woo you are literally shaking” you said as a matter of fact. the scene was rather comical, you both were holding each other, taking one step at a time and shaking from head to toe. “plus if you think about it, losing the game is not that bad when you consider us dying by the hands of a crazy sadistic surgeon ghost”

“first, according to jongho, only patients and maybe some nurses died here. no crazy surgeons. secondly, it’s not about the game itself, it’s about our pride baby! i’m not going to lose my pride over this, and neither will you” wooyound replied, scanning the area to his left.

it all started when yunho suggested to do something fun for halloween. by “fun”, you, wooyoung and mingi thought he meant a night out dressed in hot costumes and getting drunk out of your minds. definitely not this creepy haunted hospital jongho suggested. on top of that, to make things more “fun”, he also suggested to play a game: some sort of hide and seek, where everyone hid except for two people, who had to search for the rest. the thing is, you could only win by reaching the garden at the very back of the building. the searching party would win if they found at least half of the hiding party. the trick? the main route towards the back was blocked by old furniture and some chunks of the roof that fell with the pass of time, so you had to get creative.

the area was dark despite the small flashlight that was given to you. “use it wisely” seonghwa had said before returning to jongho, who was his partner in the search team. jongho knew the place already, so it would be unfair if he played for the hiding team. regarding seonghwa, he lost rock paper scissors. poor hwa, but at least he had jongho with him.

the place was, also, awfully quiet. the only sounds you could hear were your steps and sometimes wind currents whenever you entered a room with windows. “let’s go through that door” wooyoung said, pulling you towards a door to your left. he entered first, shielding you from possible dangers from hypothetical ghosts, but never dropping your hand.

the room was darker than the rest, and it was filled with the smell of humidity. wooyoung pointed the flashlight to scan the room, probably in search of another door. the room had an old, unmade hospital bed, and a big desk filled with unrecognizable liquids in testing tubes along with medical papers. broken glass covered the floor near the bed too. definitely not a pretty sight.

suddenly, the door shut closed behind you, and as reflex you crashed onto wooyoung, tripping in the process. he caught you, hugging you close to his body and pointing the flashlight towards the door. nothing out of the ordinary, but a bookshelf fell down due to you tripping, now blocking the door. between the loud shut, your scream and the fallen bookshelf, you were sure about to get disovered, but that wasn’t wooyoung’s worry right now.

“hey, hey baby it’s okay, look at me, you’re fine” he said, holding you close to his body with one hand and the other cradling your face. you couldn’t stop shaking, and your heart was beating miles per hour. “breathe, it’s okay y/n” wooyoung said, holding your hand against his heart and taking deep breaths with you. thing is, he was nowhere near calm, he had, too, almost shat his pants from fright. your eyes filled with tears, that’s when he knew he had to switch tactics.

so he crashed his lips against yours, hard. your eyes widened in surprise, but after two seconds, you closed them, kissing him back. your lips moved against each other, making you both almost forget where you were. after a while, he broke away, causing you to chase his lips and earning a smirk from him.

“welcome back, my love” he said, pecking you. you rolled your eyes and brought his face back to yours. “shut up and kiss me again, i’m still scared”.

he kissed you again, but this time, slower, sensually. his tongue pressed against your lower lip, and you gladly let him in, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him even more closer than before, if that was even possible. his arms, that rested around your back protectively, slowly slided down towards your ass, hands cupping it and squeezing, earning a low moan from you. his mouth left yours, proceeding to kiss your jaw, and down your neck until he found your soft spot, sucking and biting lightly as to not leave a mark.

“please, woo” you muttered between small gasps. one of his hands traveled from your stomach to your breasts, massaging each one, giving them equally atrention.

“please what?” he asked in between kisses. “please fuck me wooyoung” you said. he smiled against your skin, biting a little harder before lifting his head to look at you.

the hand that was squeezing your ass moved towards your clothed cunt, pressing his fingers hard so you could feel them against the fabric of your jeans, making you moan. “here? when there’s a crazy sadistic ghost surgeon going around?” he asked, pressing his fingers harder and kissing your cheek. you stared at him warningly, not appreciating the way he was teasing you. “your wish is my command, my love”.

he pushed you against the desk, jars and testing tubes clinking. wooyoung quickly undid the button of your jeans and slid them down. his fingers returned to your clothed cunt, rubbing against the fabric in circled motions. “i can feel how wet you already are” he whispered against your ear, making you moan harder. your nails clawed against his jacket, making you realize he was wearing too many clothes. you managed to take his jacket off, throwing it somewhere behind him. after you were done, wooyoung kissed you again, desperately while his hand moved your panties to the side and his fingers entered you, filling you up. he moved them just the way he knew how, while his thumb pressed on your clit, making you moan louder against his mouth.

“baby we are still playing a game, you don’t want jongho and seonghwa to find us right? to find you like this?” he asked, before biting your lower lip. he removed his fingers, causing you to whine at the loss. “answer”

“n-no” you managed to mutter.

he went back to your pussy, playing with your clit while you tried desperately to stop your moans from leaving your mouth. one finger slid back in, curling it before adding a second one, and curling them again. he set a quick pace, making you see stars soon enough. before you could reach your high, he stopped altogether, removing his hand from you.

“wooyoung!” you squaled, earning a laugh from him. “relax baby, i got you” he said, before unbuckling his belt and sliding down his pants along with his boxer. his tip was already leaking with precum, and he pumped his shaft a few times before aligning it against your core. “i always got you” he whispered against your lips, before sliding his head inside, making you both moan against each other.

you hungrily kissed each other while trying to muffle each other’s loud moans while he sled in and out of you, each time going much deeper than the last until he bottomed in completely. you felt so full, so good, and when he started moving again, setting up a constant quick pace you had to bite his neck to contain the loud whines and moans from escaping your mouth. he, on the other hand, had much harder time to shut up.

yes, you would pretty much get discovered soon if he kept it up.

you noticed a chair next to the desk, filled with old papers. so you decided to switch places, pushed him down to it, making him seat down. he quickly chased you and brought you towards his body again, needing to feel your soft gummy walls against his hard cock. he swore if he didn’t he would explode.

you positioned your legs on either sides of his lap, and aligned his cock to your entrance, slowly sliding him in again. you both sighed in relief. his hands flew to your ass, cupping and squeezing just the way you liked it as you bounced on his dick like your life depended on it. to stiffen his moans, he bit harshly on your neck while you bit on your own hand.

the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and he started bringing you down on him harder now that he was approaching his climax. you were close too, feeling the familiar knot on your lower belly each time his tip kissed your cervix. one of his hands left your ass to rub circles against your clit as he looked up towards you with his mouth opened in an “O” form. he was impossibly close, and you were too.

“let go woo, i got you” you said in between moans, capturing his lips with yours. that’s all he needed to hear, with a hard thrust, he bursted inside you, filling you to the brim. his movements slowed down for a bit, but never stopped, determined to make you cum too. with the last of his energy he thrusted up again, setting a quick pace and moving his fingers against your clit even harder and faster. the combination of the quick pace and the feeling of his cum inside you was enough to make you see stars, reaching your climax.

he stayed inside you for a little bit, as you both tried to catch your breaths. you interlocked eyes, before he kissed you slowly and lovingly.

“did we really just fuck in a haunted hospital?” he whispered, chuckling softly. you hid your face against his neck and said “i cannot believe we just did that!”.

you got up from him and his cum dripped down from you, staining his inner thighs and the papers that he was sitting on. you wiped up the cum from his thighs with your finger and licked it clean. “let’s clean you up before i get stupid hard again and fuck you in every room in this hospital” he said, searching for tissues in his back pockets as he buckled up his belt again.

once you were done, he kissed you one last time, sweetly, before asking if you were ready to leave. when you nodded, he took the flashlight that rested on the hospital bed and took your hand, leading you out.

strange, the hospital wasn’t as scary now and surprisingly you found the exit quick enough.

“finally! i was starting to think you both got killed by ghosts!” san exclaimed dramatically as soon as he caught sight of you. everyone turned towards you two, but their faces quickly changed from relief to confusion as soon as they took notice of the bruises on both of your necks and messy hair.

“did you-“ san atarted, eyes widening. “did you really fuck in there?!”

intense blushes covered your faces, making you look everywhere except your friends in front of you. wooyoung, never letting go of your hand, laughed and exclaimed “do you think ghosts enjoyed the view?”, earning a slap on his arm from you and laughs from the rest.

on the way back home, wooyoung stopped in his tracks, making everyone turn around to face him, questioning.

“i need to go back” he announced. “i left my jacket there”

#wooyoung x reader #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung scenarios #wooyoung smut #ateez headcanons #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez smut #wooyoung hard hours #wooyoung hard thoughts #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #kinktober #ateez kinktober

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allywthsr · 2 years ago

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I‘LL NEVER LEAVE YOU | (l.norris)

part two to Finding Lando on Raya

summary: part two to Finding Lando Norris on Raya, how you spend the evening, flying to Spa for tire testing and a date in the evening

wordcount: 9.8k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT! (p in v, oral, taking pictures while doing it)

notes: sorry for the delay, but I was kinda blocked! The end feels rushed, but I genuinely didn’t know what to write, sorry. Anyway, second smut so be gentle. And thank you for all the positive feedback!!!!❤️‍🩹

”You want to order some McDonald’s and stay over?“

You looked at Lando, how could he be so perfect? Only minutes ago he was buried deep inside of you and now he was a sweet angel.

”Sure!“

He grabbed his phone from his night table and opened Uber Eats.

”What do you wanna eat?“

You named him your go-to McDonald’s order and he chose a chickenburger menu.

”It should come in like twenty minutes. Enough time to repeat what we just did.“

”Let’s eat first, you tired me out, two orgasms are more than men normally become out of a woman.“

”I‘m just a pro, what can I say.“

You shoved his shoulder playfully and he laid down next to you. He opened his arm and you laid your head on his naked shoulder, pulling up the duvet to cover you both. He slowly caressed your shoulder with his fingers.

”So where are you from, Y/N?“

”I was born in Y/H/N and moved to London two years ago for this job. I meet new customers that want to buy some products from us.“

”Do you travel a lot?“

”Not really. Every now and then, yes. But mostly I meet them in London in our office. But tell me, what’s it like being a Formula One driver? Is it as luxury as it always looks like?“

”Sometimes, I mean we get to stay in fancy hotels and whatnot, but it’s hard work as well. The G-forces your whole body has to resist are heavy, so we need to train a lot, I hate it so much, you have no idea. The traveling is also tiring. I hate being away from my family and friends so much, but at the same time, I have more free time than you probably have. But that free time is mostly filled with training, it’s rare I have two weeks off in a row.“

”I get that, but it’s still your hobby, no? I can imagine that having your hobby as a job is the best thing.“

”That’s true, but I don’t know, I‘m super happy and grateful to be where I am but at the same time, sometimes I‘d like to have more privacy. It’s always dangerous for me to hit up women because they could always post it on social media and I‘m the asshole you know. Or when I’m in Monaco, I can’t go out with a woman, she‘s immediately my girlfriend. My cousin once visited me and she got death threats afterwards. That’s not nice. But it comes with being a ’celebrity‘ I guess.“

When he said celebrity he did quotation marks in the air.

”So you meet up with a lot of women?“, you asked him jokingly.

”I poured my heart out and that’s the only thing that stuck in your pretty head?“, he let out a laugh.

”But don’t worry, I never had such a pretty and nice girl before, you‘re truly special. Not one of them wanted to eat McDonald’s with me, claiming they‘re gonna be fat afterwards.“

”Don’t worry, I was just kidding. I can’t say I know what you’re feeling, because I don’t. I can wander through London and no one asks me for a picture, but I imagine it to be hard. Having no privacy I mean. But if you ever want to talk, you know who to call. And whoever turns down a free McDonald’s meal is just stupid. Especially if you have such a hot man next to you.“

You put your hand on his chin, caressing it, where a slight stubble grew.

”I actually don’t know who to call, I don’t even have your number yet. I’ve been inside of you and don’t even know what your profile picture looks like.“

You smiled up at him and chuckled.

”We can change that later, I‘m too comfortable right now“, you pressed a kiss on his neck.

”You said something about Pirelli tire testing earlier?“

”Yeah, tomorrow in Spa. I drive around the circuit in different cars and my F1 car, testing possible new tires.“

”Oh really? That’s fun.“

”You should come.“

”Isn’t that something only people from the team can attend?“

”You can sit in my garage, that’s fine.“

”Lando we barely know each other.“

”And? I like you, I think that you like me. Come as a friend, I won’t say you’re my fuck friend.“

You chuckled at that. But should you? What if people see you somewhere because someone posts it and you get the same treatment his cousin got?

”Won’t there be paparazzi?“

”No, at least not that I know of. It’s only an event for included people, it’s not even publicly announced.“

”But still, won’t it be weird?“

”Let’s get to know each other then, I won’t be weird.“

”Are you sure? I‘m just the girl you fucked because you needed it.“

”Y/N, you’re a human, not an object I am using. If you wouldn’t have stuck out to me, I wouldn’t have liked you. I would’ve never texted you.“

You stayed silent, didn’t know what to answer. Only your hand went to his neck and fondled it, wanting to show your affection somehow.

”What’s your favorite color?“

”Really?“, you chuckled.

”Answer it, then we won’t be strangers anymore and you can come tomorrow.“

”I like a light blue, but it changes. You?“

”I like a neon yellow, like the color on my helmet. Favorite ice cream flavor?“

You told him your favorite ice cream flavor and you asked him the same question.

”Vanilla Ice cream, classic.“

”Favorite Holiday?“

”I love Christmas, I get to spend most time with my family, and also presents. Yours?“

”Must be Christmas as well. I love it when everything is gloomy and stuff.“

”You‘ve ever been on a yacht?“

”No, I’d love to, but I‘m not rich.“

”Want to come with me on holiday?“

”Lando.. it’s the same with tomorrow. I can’t just go on your family holiday with you.“

”Why not?“

”Because I‘m not your girlfriend or something.“

”Want to be my girlfriend?“

You scoffed and sat up, ”You need to calm down.“

”I was just kidding. I‘m leaving in a week, but we still have enough time to get to know each other. Consider it. You‘re different, I can feel it.“

”Let me think about it.“

”Take all the time you need, but I before our flight takes off I need to know.“

”I need to buy a plane ticket then.“

”No, we‘re flying with a private jet, we still have a few seats left.“

”Boujee, I see.“

”I am collaborating with a brand, so I don’t have to pay anything.“

”That’s even more Boujee!“, you laughed.

”Well, we could join the mile hig-”

Before Lando could finish the sentence, it knocked on the door. He jumped out of bed and pulled his Boxershorts, which lay somewhere on the floor up to his hips. When he opened the door, a hotel employee stood in front of it, holding a brown bag.

”Sir, you ordered from McDonalds, is that correct?“

”Yes it is.“

”Then here you go, bon appetit!“

”Cheers!“

Lando closed the door and walked back to the bed, where he sat down and opened the back, giving you your food while he laid his‘ down in front of him.

You took the first bite and moaned: ”I needed this.“

Lando looked at you with a crooked eyebrow.

”What?“, you laughed, ”never saw a woman enjoying her food?“

”I‘ve never seen such a gorgeous naked woman in my bed enjoying her food, no.“

”You‘re a flirt, you know that?“

He only smirked at you and took another bite of his chickenburger, while eating a fries right after.“

”Are you more of a McDonald’s or Nando’s type of girl?“

”I enjoy McDonald’s more, to be honest, I feel like it has a bigger variety of things I eat.“

”Same, if I had to choose my last meal, it would probably be McDonald’s.“

He took a sip of his Sprite and thought about more things to ask you. He wanted to get to know you, it felt like you knew each other for years already, yet it only has been a few hours. He felt super close to you, as if you‘ve been best friends, he wanted you to meet everyone, his family, his friends, and even Zak.

”What’s you’re favorite free time activity?“

”I like hanging with friends or family, I love to play golf and I like gaming. A mixture of all of them. I could never choose my favorite, I also like to photograph, but I barely do it anymore. What’s with you?“

”Well, I like reading, watching sports, or just chill at home. Shopping is great too, I always wanted to watch someone golf professionally.“

”Well, I‘m not a professional baby.“

”But probably more than I am.“

”Alright, when you come with me on holiday, we‘ll play a round of golf.“

”Lando..“

”Come on, it’s gonna be fun! Everyone will love you and you‘ll love them.“

”Let me think about it, okay?“

”I can give you a week, we’re flying from Heathrow, so just text me and join us.“

You took the last bite and thought about it, should you go on vacation with him? What would you tell your family? ’Hey mum, I’m going on a holiday with a stranger I met on a dating app, we fucked and he invited me, I’ll come back in a week!‘ Not so much fun.

”What should I tell my family and friends? I can’t just leave with a stranger on a holiday.“

”Why not? It’s not like we‘re strangers. I’ve been in you thirty minutes ago.“

You scoffed, he was right, but you still didn’t know him at all.

”I still don’t know you.“

”Hi, I‘m Lando Norris, born in Bristol, twenty three years old. I have two smaller sisters and one bigger brother, my parents are together, and together with my sisters they still live in Bristol. My mum is from Belgium, which makes me half Belgian but I can barely speak it. I went to school and went karting, had to re-take my theory driving test, and moved to the higher formula classes on my own accord, not because my dad was rich. I currently live in Monaco because I wanted to do something new. That’s basically everything about me. I live and breathe motor sport, that’s all I have in my life. And now it’s your turn.“

So you did the same, repeating everything he just said, talking about your family, about your passions, your job, and yourself.

”You see? Now we know each other and you can join me for the holiday.“

”Take me out on a date and then maybe.“

”Alright, it’s a deal. Tomorrow after tire testing.“

”Okay.“

You smiled shyly at him, you couldn’t believe you actually said yes to tire testing, but in the end, you only live once and who would turn down a free paddock experience with Lando Norris? Even if it’s tire testing.

”So you‘ll come with me to tire testing tomorrow?“

He got really excited and sat up in the bed.

”Yes Lando, I‘ll come with you.“

”You’re the best!“

With that, he laid himself on top of you and kissed you on the lips, which you returned with a moan. You moved your foot to give him more space and heard a crinkling sound.

”Lando wait, the bag is still on the bed.“

You tried to say in between kisses but he only hummed, clearly already in a headspace where he didn’t care. He distracted you with neck kisses and the bag was long forgotten. He wandered lower with his kisses and stopped at your boobs, sucking your right nipple slightly and licking over the left one when he decided the right one has gotten enough love. With each touch, you gasped, grabbed his hair, and pulled at the strands. You could feel him hardening against your lower stomach and you clasped his shoulders, trying to get closer to him.

”Lando, I need more“, you pressed out.

”More already? God, you’re such a needy little baby.“

He grinned and his hand slipped towards your slit, slowly pushing his pointer finger through your lips. He felt your wetness and moaned at the sensation, he couldn’t believe how wet you were already, he barely touched you.

He pressed his thumb to your clit and slowly circled it, you let out different sounds that made Lando shake, in a good way. He couldn’t wait to be in you again. He inserted two fingers and pumped them slowly in and out, getting faster with every thrust.

”You‘re so wet baby, it’s crazy.“

”All for you Lando, it’s all for you.“

He moaned, kissed your neck, and slightly sucked it, leaving a faint purplish mark. He licked over it to claim his territory once more, tonight you belonged to him and only him, maybe for the next weeks as well. He already loved your company, he didn’t need to pretend to be someone he wasn’t. With you, he could just be Lando even if you just met.

His pumps and circles became faster the louder your moans got, the pleasure you felt was almost unbearable, you wanted to cum but you needed a little more.

”I need more, a bit more“, you pressed out and with that, he added a finger, now you were filled with three fingers and that was what you needed, after a few pumps you came around his fingers with a loud moan, clenching.

”Fuck Lando, you‘re so good at this.“

He smirked and pulled his fingers out of your pussy, looking at them, he pulled them apart and your juices created little strings that connected between his fingers. His eyes focused on your face watching you, as he put his fingers into his mouth, sucking the juices off. With your pussy still sensitive, you felt the next wave of arousal rushing towards your lower area, that was the sexiest thing he did and the way he moaned when he tasted you again, made you go wild.

”I need to be in you again, you have no idea how gorgeous you are.“

”I need you too Lando, I need your dick.“

He laid on his back and removed his underwear he was still wearing from getting the McDonald’s bag earlier, and his dick sprung towards the ceiling. You almost started drooling at the sight. He was perfect, not too long but also not too short, thick enough, and little veins covered his length, making him feel amazing inside of you. With a grunt he positioned himself on top of you, pumping his dick with his hand a few times, getting ready for you. He coated his tip with your juices, by moving his length through your slit and slowly pushed it inside of you.

”You feel fucking amazing, I hope you know that.“

You moaned and pushed his head to yours, pressing your lips on his‘ and sliding your tongue against his lips. He opened them and you fought for dominance, he won but only because you needed to catch a breath, he stole your breath, that’s it.

He deeply looked into your eyes, feeling more connected with him than ever.

With slow movements he began to move, the room getting filled with the dirtiest slapping sounds you could imagine, his thrusts making you feel on cloud nine again, you were so happy you met him, this was way better than sightseeing in Amsterdam. His hand found its way to your clit, rubbing slight circles to get you to your orgasm faster, which worked. You were stimulated by your many orgasms today, you didn’t need much to cum. Just after a few minutes of him thrusting into you and circulating your clit, you came with a loud cry, no one could make you finish like he did. He pulled out of you, and with a pout, you looked at him, how dare he do that, you now felt empty and missed him already.

”I want to cum in your mouth angel.“

With big eyes, you nodded and he got up and sat at the edge of the bed, you followed him suit and sat on your knees in between his legs. His length hit his stomach and you grabbed his dick with both of your hands, you loved how heavy he laid in your hands. With slow movements you started to satisfy him, pumping up and down while you looked through innocent eyes at him. That made him go even more wild in the head and his eyes rolled back, his hands found their way into your hair and he pulled slightly on your strands. You jerked him off and his tip started to leak pre cum, the slight white drops oozed out of his slit and your mouth watered. You opened your mouth and took him in your mouth, you could still taste yourself on his dick and moaned at the taste, the vibrations made him moan. Your tongue licked off the pre cum, the salty flavor wasn’t your favorite, but now you tried to get every drop. Lando guided your head a bit with the up and down movements, you couldn’t fit his whole length in your mouth but you tried with every stroke to fit more. You almost had it, but when you wanted to take the last bit, his soft tip reached your throat and triggered the gag reflex, you tried to ignore it, but you couldn’t.

With that, you pulled back to give yourself a second to breathe.

”Fuck, look at you. Eyes watery, makeup smudged, spit leaking out of your mouth, you look so fucking sexy.“

You grinned and darted your tongue out, licking a long stripe from bottom to top from his dick and with a swift move, you had him in your mouth again, but now only what fitted in without gagging again, jerking the rest of his dick with your hand.

”Such a good girl, fuck baby.“

His moans got louder and you could feel his member starting to twitch, you removed him out of your mouth and just jerked him on your tongue, and before he could warn you, his cum shot into your mouth, painting your tongue white. You looked up at him and he looked like a Greek god, his muscles prominent, head in his neck, and his eyes rolled back. You stroked him until he came back down and looked at you with a big smile, now you swallowed his cum while letting him watch you.

”You are something else darling, fuck. You look so pretty like this. Fucked out. Come here, I need to feel you close.“

With that he shuffled back and leaned with his back against the headboard of the bed, patting his legs, symbolizing you to sit down in his lap. And you did just that, you swung your leg over his leg and sat down, feeling his now soft dick against your pussy. This time there were no sexy feelings involved, you just went in for a hug, also needing the cuddle session you two had going on.

”Do you want to go and pee real quick? Then we can continue our cuddles, I just don’t want you to get sick.“

With a smile, you nodded and he helped you getting up from the bed, with an extra sway to your hips you went to the en-suite and did your thing, coming cleaned up back to see him looking comfy under the covers. You went to the living room where you first sat on the couch today and saw both of your phones laying on the table, you took them both in your hands and returned to Lando. He opened the blanket he was laying under and you slipped in, immediately you were pulled towards Lando, settling into his body nicely.

”You are really comfy, you know that?“, you said to him, he was the perfect mixture of trained but cuddly.

”You know that you are fucking gorgeous?“

You chuckled and gave him his phone you had in your hand.

”So we can exchange numbers.“

With that you opened yours and clicked onto the contact app, creating a new contact with the name ’Lan <3‘ and giving him your phone, at the same time he gave you his phone to save your number. When you saw the contact name you let out a quiet laugh, he saved you as ’Chicken nugget❤️‘.

”Chicken Nugget? Really?“, you laughed.

”Yes, the way you ate the chicken nugget earlier was super sexy. And also you are a chicken nugget. Small, the outside crunchy and perfect, the inside soft, and the taste perfect in general.“

You shook your head while laughing.

”The inside soft?“

”I could only feel you with my dick but you felt really soft.“

With that, he wiggled his eyebrows and smirked at you. You slapped his chest lightly and smiled, he‘s such a goofball, you were glad you met up with him.

You exchanged phones again after putting in your numbers and put them on the bedside table, wanting to feel close and you didn’t need your phone for that.

”So Y/N, tell me, do you meet up with random guys often?“

”Not really, I went on a couple of dates with guys, but nothing more, one or two led to a one night stand but I left as soon as we were done, no need to stay. They all didn’t treat me right, too much in their own head, only talking about themselves. What about you? Do you hit up girls often?“

”Sometimes, but the most girls only come to get a picture with me or to kiss me, you know, to brag about it on the internet or something. I rarely go on a date with a girl that is not interested in Lando Norris but in Lando. I‘m glad I found you, it feels like we have a different connection.“

”I feel the same, you know. It feels like we‘ve known each other for years already. And by the way, I‘m interested in you. Not Lando Norris the racing driver but the boy Lando, that lives in Monaco and loves spending time with his friend.“

He just smiled at you and kissed your forehead.

”I‘m happy you agreed to meeting me, I just wanted a quick fuck but I’m not gonna let you go now. I want to take you on actual dates and get to know you. I will schedule something for tomorrow night, yeah? After tire testing.“

”I‘d love that Lan.“

With that, he kissed your nose and you closed your eyes, kissing his chest.

”What do you want? Italien or something else?“

”Italien sounds good. Thank you.“

”I‘m gonna make a quick call.“

With that he got up, grabbed his phone, and went to another room to call a restaurant or something, you didn’t know. But with that short time, you grabbed your own phone and looked at the notifications, some from Instagram and other socials, and messages from friends and family. Your best friend's messages stuck out to you.

He returned, still naked and with his phone in his hand.

”We have a reservation at 7:00 pm tomorrow, wear something nice.“

”We have to get my stuff tomorrow before we go. When do we even leave and how? Spa isn’t exactly around the corner.“

”The helicopter takes off tomorrow at 11:00 am. That’s the easiest and fastest way. We can go to your hotel before we leave for the airport and gather your stuff, don’t worry.“

”And it’s really okay I‘m coming with you?“

”Yes baby, don’t worry. I invited you. What do they wanna do? Kick you out? Then I‘m out as well.“

”Okay“, you sweetly smiled at him and opened your arms. ”But now come cuddle again.“

He did just that, falling into your arms, and now he was the one settling on your chest, hugging you and you closed your arms behind his back as well. His arm reached for the nightstand, where he placed his phone and grabbed the remote control for the room. He pressed the button to close the curtain and then he turned on the lights, dimming them to create a nice atmosphere. Lando put the remote back on the table and caressed your side, which tickled slightly.

”What’s your favorite position?“

”Lando!“

”What? I need to know, this won’t be the last time I was in you“, he let out a laugh.

You giggled.

”Well, I like good old missionary. It’s underrated I think. Everybody is always saying that it’s boring, but is it too much to ask for that I want to look my partner in the eye or kiss him? But I also like speed bump, something where you are close to the other. If it’s just a one night stand I wouldn’t mind doggy. What about you?“

”I can only agree with you, I like missionary as well, I want to feel close to my girl or else I don’t need to have sex with her. As you said, a one night stand is a different story. But I also think that I‘m open to new things. I’d rather try out new stuff with my girlfriend rather than a stranger.“

”So I‘m not a one night stand to you? We fucked twice and it was only missionary. Technically I‘m a stranger to you.“

”But it doesn’t feel that way you know? As soon as you stepped through that door it was like meeting an old friend, I felt comfortable. And during sex, I just wanted to be close to you, hold and kiss you“, with that he left a kiss on your chest.

”You’re pretty sweet you know that?“

”How can I not when you’re around?“

You just smiled and combed your hands through his hair, enjoying the silence. After a while of just listening to each other's breaths you wondered what time it was, so you grabbed your phone and it was already 10:42 pm.

”Would you mind if I would get ready for bed? I‘m kinda knackered.“

”Go for it, I‘ll join you, I have to brush my teeth as well.“

With that, you both got up and you pulled your stuff out of your bag, putting the charger next to the bed and you took your toothbrush and your makeup remover with you to the bathroom, where you saw a through his phone scrolling Lando. When you walked in, he locked his phone and looked at you, smiling.

”I just asked Zak if it would be okay for you to come and he agreed, so you won’t be a bother tomorrow.“

”That’s nice, I‘ll thank him tomorrow.“

You both stood in front of the sink and you brushed your teeth together.

”It feels like we’re a married couple, brushing our teeth together“, Lando mumbled due to the foam that formed in his mouth.

You just nodded and noticed how true that was, it felt like a routine how you brushed your teeth together. When he spit the foam out and washed his mouth and face, he left with a kiss on the back of your head and the words: ”I‘ll wait for you on the bed.“

You took your makeup remover and removed everything you had applied to your face earlier, you indeed looked fucked out, smudged eyeliner and mascara, concealer that wore off due to you crying when you choked on his dick. You were a mess. So when your face was Makeup free and cleaned up, you returned to Lando in the bedroom, still naked by the way.

”Can I lend a T-shirt? I forgot to pack an extra.“

”Sure, you can grab the one I wore today, I swear I didn’t sweat in it.“

With a smile you looked for it and found it on the floor, you took it in your hands and pulled it over your head, secretly inhaling his scent that lingered on his T-shirt.

”You look cute in my stuff.“

You blushed and laid down next to him, plugging the charger in your phone.

”When is your alarm ringing?“, you asked, needing enough time to gather everything from your hotel room before taking off to spa.

”I think like 8:30 am? It’s pretty early but like that, you have enough time for packing your stuff in your hotel. I think it’s easier if I pack everything here and then we go together to yours. That way we won’t have to drive multiple times to our hotels.“

You nodded and cuddled into his side. He let his fingers slip through your hair, caressing it.

”Can I braid your hair?“

”What?“, you sat up.

”I want to braid your hair, I always saw my sister do it but I never was allowed to try it on their hair, they always said I would tangle it.“

”Do you even know how to braid hair?“

”Kind of? My ex girlfriend always asked me to do it but I never wanted to, but your hair is so gorgeous.“

You blushed at the compliment, he didn’t want to braid his model ex girlfriends hair but yours? Your hair hasn’t been braided in ages, it would be nice to feel that feeling again.

”Sure, it would be fun. I need to get my hairbrush first, they’re kinda tangled.“

You got up and went to your bag, where you kept a small hairbrush for emergencies. You quickly but carefully brushed your hair and sat on the bed, where Lando already waited for you.

”Three strands, and then just put one over the other, right?“

”Yeah, like that. Do you know in which order to put the strands over the other?“

”I think so, I‘ll just try it out.“

With that he combed through your hair with his fingers and created three strands, gently putting the right one over the middle one, repeating it with the left one.

”Can you pull it a bit tighter? That way it won’t be that loose.“

Before you could end your sentence he already pulled it a bit harder, now it looked better, he thought. He kept on braiding your hair until he came to the end.

”Do you have a hair tie?“

You grabbed one that hung around your wrist and gave it to him, feeling how he tightened it around your hair.

This moment felt so intimate, you found it hard to believe, you just met today. This was soulmate behavior, you got along perfectly.

”I think it’s decent.“

With that, you turned around a saw a smiling Lando.

”Wait let me take a picture of you.“

You blushed and mumbled an ’okay‘. He got his fancy photography camera out and instructed you to lie down.

”Lay down on your front, that way your face won’t be visible, just your hair and I can put it up on my jpg side.“

”You want me to be on there?“

”Sure, you’re a beautiful girl with an even more beautiful personality.“

”You’re a simp.“

”That’s not what you called me earlier tho.“

A grin slid across your face, when you thought about that moment. He wasn’t a simp when he was buried deep inside of you, that’s true. But the thought of you being on his jpg side gave you butterflies in your stomach, that meant you were a little special to him, you‘ve never seen a girl on there.

So you did just what he asked you to, laying down on your stomach, he made sure you could see your braid and you heard the camera click, indicating he took a picture. He took a few more pictures and then tapped your shoulder to tell you he was finished.

”Let me see!“

With that, he clicked on a button and the pictures he took appeared, it didn’t even look stupid, like a good Pinterest inspo even.

”You’re actually good at it. The braid looks good too!“

”Thank you love, but how can it be ugly when the muse is perfect?“

You pushed his chest and he fell down on the bed, the camera still in his hand. So before you could react he took a picture of you sitting on the bed on your knees and you let out a scream.

”What are you doing? I don’t look good, I‘m not even wearing makeup.“

”You don’t need makeup, you’re gorgeous without it, and I want to have a beautiful picture of you, is that too much to ask for? Pose for me baby.“

You let out a laugh and you heard the camera click. Next, you squeezed your cheeks with your hands, creating a little pout. Now he got up and put his left hand on your right cheek, cupping it gently, camera now full in your face, click. His thumb on your lips, click. You opened your mouth and sucked on his thumb, click. He put the camera away and removed his thumb from your mouth, pressing his lips on yours, his tongue entered your mouth and you fought for dominance.

”Baby you taste so good“, he whispered in between kisses.

A whimper left your mouth and you kissed him ever more, the more kisses that passed the filthier they got, creating loud smacking noises every time they met.

”I need you“, you moaned.

”You have me.“

You looked into his eyes and they got darker, now a lusty dark green. The excitement was very present in your pussy, due to you not wearing panties, you could feel your wetness forming and slowly dripping down.

”I want you out of my T-shirt and then I want to take a picture. Is that alright with you?“

You moaned at the thought of him taking pictures of you doing the deed. So the only thing you could do was nod your head.

”Words, baby, I need words.“

”Yes, Lando.“

”Good girl.“

With that, he pulled your T-shirt up and tossed it over his shoulder somewhere in the bedroom. He cupped your breast and kissed you. Taking the camera in his hand, while still cupping your boob, you heard the camera doing a click sound. Fuck this is so filthy.

”Look into the camera.“

You did what he asked you to, hearing a moan from him when you did.

”Fuck baby, you’re so hot and sexy, I hope you know it.“

He squeezed your nipple and let go of his camera, fumbling with his underwear, struggling to get it off. When he finally did, his cock sprung towards the ceiling, obviously being turned on by the filthy things you were doing. You laid on your back and spread your legs, he now got a good vision of your glistening pussy. Taking the camera back into his hand, he took a picture of you laying like that, and another of his thumb brushing through your pussy lips, collecting the juices you created again.

The room was filled with click sounds from the camera and your moans or heavy breathing. The sexual tension was almost unbearable in the room.

He now took his cock in his hand and smeared your wetness, that lingered on his thumb, on the tip of his cock, prepping it. Sliding into you, was one of his favorite things already. You could hear the camera click, taking pictures of his dick shoved inside of you, you couldn’t wait to see the pictures. He threw the camera to the side and now concentrated fully on you, moving in and out of you. With each thrust, you both came closer to your orgasm and when he circled your clit with his fingers, you were done for. Quickly he grabbed his camera and could take a picture of your face when you reached your climax. Eyes rolling back, mouth slightly open, and quiet little moans escaped your lips. Shortly after he pulled out and finished on your stomach, he rolled off of you and calmed down next to you. You wanted to clean his cum off of your tummy, when he let out a loud: ”No! I want to take a picture, give me a minute.“

You laughed and waited for him to recover, he snapped the picture and you got up and went into the bathroom, cleaning the mess up with toilet paper. Returning, you pulled the T-shirt from Lando over your head again and laid down, you were tired out from all the sport you did today. Lando also looked like he was tired out, ready to sleep.

”But now, let’s actually go and sleep, it’s late and we have to get up early tomorrow.“

You nodded and turned to lay on your side, facing Lando. He did the same, after turning off the light with the remote that laid on his bedside table and you both looked the other in the eye. Eventually, Lando pulled you close and you cuddled, until you both fell asleep in the other's arms.

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The next morning you woke up lying on your back, with Lando lying on his side, facing you. The brown haired boy was still fast asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful. You took a deep breath, smelling Lando everywhere, it was like taking a bath in his smell, a bath that you never wanted to get out of. Turning around, you looked for your phone, tapping the screen gently it showed 7:49 am, great, you had another fifty minutes of sleep and you weren’t even tired. With that you turned around again, showing your back to Lando and shuffling close to him. When your back met his chest, he laid his arm around you, even in his sleep he wanted to be as close as possible.

You did fall asleep eventually, Lando’s scent lulling you back to sleep. But a loud beeping sound woke you up again, after what felt like two minutes of sleep. You groaned and pressed your back more into Lando, who let out the same sound as you did. He turned his body to snooze his alarm and cuddled back into you. With you being pressed tightly against him, you could feel something hard pressing in your lower back, you didn’t need long to figure out what it was. You wanted to tease him a little and wiggled around, acting like you tried to get comfortable.

”If you don’t stop, we‘ll not make it today“, he growled. Letting out a chuckle you stopped and turned to face him. When you looked into his eyes you let out a: ”Good morning.“

”Morning baby. How did you sleep?“

”Very good, thank you.“

”We sadly don’t have all day in bed, we need to get up in like thirty minutes, I need to pack everything, we go to your hotel, pack everything, and then we leave for the airport at 10:30 am, where we take off at 11:00 am.“

”Okay.“

You put your hand on his cheek and stroked it.

”You are very handsome, you know that?“

”Not as gorgeous as you are, tho.“

You smiled and pecked his lips, letting your thumb glide over his eyebrow. You both were startled by the loud ringing of his alarm, he ended it and clicked on a button on his remote control to open the blinds and let more light in. He laid down on his back and opened his arm to come closer to him. And you did just that, cuddling to his side and stroking his bare upper body, slowly but surely your hand wandered lower to where his dick was.

”Baby I swear, if you don’t stop, we‘ll never leave.“

”I can give you a handie or a blowie, I won’t need thirty minutes for that.“

”But it’s only a morning boner, he‘ll go away soon. And I don’t want our relationship to be built on lust you know? I genuinely like you, and not only because you are fricking hot and you give good blowjobs.“

”I really like you too, you know. And I don’t want it either, but a boner is a boner and it would be a shame to waste it.“

You looked up at him and blinked in a flirty way. When he didn’t protest, you positioned yourself on top of him and freed his dick, which sprung towards you when he did. Saliva formed in your mouth at the sight, you didn’t waste any time and got to work, spitting on your hand, wetting it to gently jerk him off. When you touched him he let out a moan, you were some kind of magician, he was sure, a handjob never felt better. After you got him fully hard with your hand, you put your mouth on him, swirling your tongue around the head and helping with your hand on the rest that didn’t fit in your mouth. The louder his moans got, the closer he was to a release, you wanted him to cum, so when you cupped his balls and slightly tickled them he came with a loud moan, painting the insides of your mouth white. You swallowed like the pro you are and came back up to him, laying down on top of him. His arms closed behind your back and he kissed your nose.

”You’re incredible, you know that? Not only a gorgeous soul but also incredibly good at giving blowjobs.“

You both laughed and he gave you another kiss on the forehead.

”We need to get up, or else we will be late. Breakfast is at the circuit, is that okay or do you want to order something from the hotel restaurant?“

”I‘m good, don’t worry.“

With that, you got up and Lando followed you into the bathroom where you brushed your teeth, hair, washed your face, and got dressed in the sweats and T-shirt you had on yesterday. You didn’t bring any makeup with you, so you had to go barefaced for now, but that wasn’t a problem. You packed your stuff in your bag, which you brought and sat back on the bed after asking Lando at least five times if you could help him pack, which was five times denied, Lando scattered his stuff in his suitcase. In between you went, folded the clothes, and packed them back neatly, as well as sorted out everything else so they would fit and it would have a system. After twenty minutes he claimed he had everything and when you reminded him of the bathroom he rushed there and gathered everything. You could only shake your head at the way his brain wasn’t fully working in the morning, but in a cute way.

So when he was finally finished and zipped his suitcase, he said: ”You didn’t need to do that for me you know? I appreciate it anyway, thank you love.“ And he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

You made your way to the lobby and then outside, hopping in one of the many taxis that waited outside. Lando named the driver your hotel address and paid him generously after arriving. Both of you went up to your room and you started with doing a light makeup for the day, you didn’t want to look too caked up but a little bit never hurt anyone. You also changed into something fancier and looked not too much. Lando chilled on your bed just like you did in his room minutes prior. When you had everything packed, it was 10:28 am, just like Lando said, you had to leave for the airport at 10:30 am.

”I‘m done!“ and with that he got off the bed and took both of your suitcases in his hand, rolling them behind him.

”You do know that I can take my suitcase as well, you don’t need to.“

”But I want to, I wish I had another hand to hold yours but sadly I don’t.“

You smiled and went to the lobby where you again, hopped in a taxi that brought you to the airport. Due to traffic, you arrived at 10:49 am, giving you only ten minutes until the helicopter was to start.

”Lando, why are you so slow? We need to catch it.“

”Will you calm down? I don’t think the helicopter, that is specifically rented for me, will take off without me“, he laughed and when you thought about it, it did make sense, now you could only laugh after slowing down as well. When you arrived at the VIP check in, you were taken to the place where the helicopters were, one guy loaded both of your stuff in the back and another guy showed you what and what not to do on a helicopter, just a safety check. And when you finally sat in it, with your headphones on, you got butterflies. You were really doing this, going to spa with a boy you met the day before. He could easily kidnap you now, nobody would know, well your best friend would know. You had faith that he wouldn’t do such thing and before you knew it, you took off and flew through the air to another country.

The flight was fun, you and Lando talked without a break and took funny pictures, but only selfies this time. Which reminded you, that you haven’t had a look at the ones you took yesterday evening. So when you landed, a car picked you up and drove you to the circuit, the butterflies only intensifying now. You were about to meet people that were holy to Lando, what would he say? Would he introduce you? And if yes, as what? Girlfriend? No, you guys aren’t together. As a friend? Technically you weren’t even friends. As the girl, he chatted up on Raya and took her to spa because she‘s a good fuck? No, he couldn’t. But you reached the circuit before you could think about it more, the door opened, Lando got out and held his hand out to you to help you get out. You took it gladly and hopped out of the car, you thought he would now release his hand, but no. He kept yours in a tight grip when he started walking toward the entrance. You followed him and smiled. Holding his hand was a good feeling, you felt protected and safe, especially in this new surroundings. Walking towards the McLaren hospitality, you now were shaking with nerves, you didn’t even know why. Meeting new people always made you feel this way.

”Are you okay?“

”Yes, Lan. I‘m just nervous. Meeting your people and all that.“

”Don’t be, they‘ll love you. I spend a lot of time with them and I know how they are, you will love them too, they’re just like me.“

”Just don’t leave me alone for the first ten minutes please.“

”I‘ll never leave you, darling.“

With that, you entered the building and you were met with a lot of people. He immediately greeted everyone that came up to him to say hi, he even took a few minutes to chat with them. So when you made your way to the offices of Zak and Andrea, you were shaking again.

”Relax love, there are barely any people here. It’s not a race weekend, only tire testing with Pirelli.“

”Barely any people? Lando that place was filled with humans!“

”Yeah, but don’t worry, the garage won’t be as filled.“

You reached the offices and Lando knocked on a door, when the door opened you were met with Andrea.

”Morning Andrea! I just wanted to let you know that Y/N will be joining me today, I spoke with Zak and he said it wouldn’t be a problem.“

”Of course not! Welcome Y/N! How are you?“

”Thank you, I‘m good, a bit nervous, it’s a lot to take in.“

”Yeah I get it! Why weren’t you there on the weekend? You missed a good weekend!“

”Well I uhm“, you looked at Lando for help, what should you say?

”She wasn’t free so I took her today, I wanted her to see what I do“, Lando said for you.

”What a shame! Maybe you can come to a race after the summer break, it’s way better than just tire testing.“

”I‘d love to, thank you.“

With that, he said his goodbyes and went back to work, and Lando was already knocking on the other door, which belonged to Zak.

He opened the door and was met with the same smile Andrea had.

”You must be Y/N! It’s nice to meet you.“

”Thank you for letting me come. It’s also nice to meet you!“

”Ah don’t worry, Lando always has free spots for a plus one. What exactly are you to Lando? I’ve never seen or heard about you before, no offense.“

”None taken, uhm I‘m uhm, a friend of Lando’s?“

You wanted to sound confident but it came out more like a question, because you really didn’t know what you were.

”Yeah exactly, she‘s a good friend and we met in Amsterdam, I figured why not bring her you know.“

”I get it, I get it, well have fun Y/N. Maybe we‘ll see each other again.“

”Thank you, I hope so too.“

You squeezed Lando’s hand and he said his goodbyes as well and pulled you to his drivers' room.

”Wasn’t that bad, was it?“

”It was fine, yes.“

”Come on, meeting the guys will be easier.“

Due to the rain, he pulled a rain jacket over his hoodie and gave you one as well. You pulled it over and it was too big on you, but you loved an oversized look. So you went to the garage where people stood and worked a little on the car, just cleaning the remainders from the weekend.

”Guys this is Y/N, my uhm friend.“

Lando did the rounds with you and introduced you to everyone. They were lovely, they all welcomed you with open arms and made you feel comfortable. When it was time for Lando to make his way around the track, you had no trouble with staying with the crew and chatting.

It did get uncomfortable when one of his mechanics asked how the two of you met, but you said online, and judging by their looks, they understood what you meant.

After two hours Lando was done, he had already done his meetings and now was fully released for his summer break. He, again, took your hand and held it until you walked to the car, picking you up to drive to a hotel. You thought he would let go of your hand once you were in the car, but you were wrong. He held it even when you sat next to each other, talking and getting to know each other.

When you arrived at the hotel, Lando checked you in and you both went up to the room. It was a rather small room, but enough for one night. It now was 4:00 pm and you still had three hours until the date with Lando. Lando removed his shoes and jumped onto the bed.

”It’s bouncy, the last bed was hard, what do you think is better?“

”I think hard, when you fuck me, the whole bed will shake.“

He smirked and patted the space next to him, on which you laid down. When you cuddled into his side you noticed you tired you actually were, you didn’t catch much sleep during the week due to you working late and having to get up early, and last night, Lando kept you up for most of it. You needed a nap, and when you looked Lando into his eyes, you noticed that he felt the same.

”Should we take a nap? I‘m fucking tired.“

You nodded with your head, ”I was about to say the same actually.“

You both removed the denim you had on and now laid down on the bed again, cuddling under the blanket. You were glad he texted you, it felt like he was the best company ever and you only met him a day ago.

Two hours later you woke up, feeling completely out of this world, you needed a few minutes to figure out who and where you were. When you saw Lando being asleep, you thought about waking him up. After all the date would start in an hour but did he need that much time for getting ready? You doubt it.

So with that you got up and started to do a little heavier makeup look, nothing bad, just a touch up and the eyeshadow got a shade darker. You picked out the clothing for later and after thirty minutes it was time to wake Lando. With your hand on his shoulder, you started to quietly shake him.

”Lando, baby, wake up. It’s almost time for us to leave.“

You felt him stir and look at you with the same expression you had earlier, he clearly was somewhere else, so you laid down next to him and let him wake up in peace. After five more minutes, he finally came back and started getting ready as well. When he saw you in your outfit, you just put on, he couldn’t help himself but stare. He‘d never seen such a beautiful girl.

”You look fantastic baby.“

You could only blush.

The restaurant he chose was only a five minute walk, so you didn’t need to catch a taxi.

At 6:50 pm you left the hotel and made your way to the restaurant, Lando held your hand and you couldn’t feel more safe than now. It didn’t even bother you, when you passed a group of young men, which normally would have freaked you out.

When you arrived, the nice lady showed you to your table, it was in a more secluded area, where you two could have some privacy. Sitting down, the waiter came and took your drink order, after a few seconds you both settled for a fruity cocktail. The pizzeria wasn’t as filled with people as you had thought and you were thankful for it. You skipped through the menu while talking with Lando, he couldn’t choose either, too many yummy things were listed, and you eventually both settled on pizza. You could never go wrong with a pizza, could you?

You liked how easy things were with Lando, you never had a silent minute, and you were always talking about something. Learning new things from the other with every word. He was such a goofball, always making you laugh and giggle, as well as he was a gentleman, paying for the meal and helping you with your chair. He complimented you with everything you did.

When the pizzas arrived you only stopped talking, when the mouth was full, otherwise, you talked about your future plans, family, your jobs, hobbies, and whatnot. You couldn’t remember anymore, it was so natural at this point, that it felt like your hundreds date.

Lando ordered the bill and paid the meal, not listening to your protests of wanting to help him with that, he only gave you a stern look, but in a funny way. When you made your way out of the restaurant and into a park that was nearby, Lando wanted to ask you a question, he had on his mind the whole day.

”So will you come with me and my family on holiday?“

part three

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris fluff #lando norris smut #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #formula 1

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voie-lacte3 · 23 days ago

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SOFT LAUNCH ✩ INFLUENCER! CHRIS ✩ INSTAGRAM

SUMMARY : in which the sturniolo's spend a weekend in texas and everyone simultaneously decides its finally time to let the world know who chris' heart belongs to, including chris.

| ft. influencer! chris X country! reader

| series masterlist

WARNINGS : none.

6:43am ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ FRIDAY— DAY 1

sturniolo.triplets posted on their story

sturnball this is NOT LA

sturnfan1 who is bro with

matthew.sturniolo how early did u wake up for ts

christophersturniolo dont fall off the side by side 😂

sturnfan2 sunrise is beautiful!

sturnfan3 wherever he's at, its 2 hours ahead of LA

7:03am ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

sturnuser.1 what random side quest is bro on

sturnuser.2 this is def matt

christophersturniolo sending help rn 😪

nicolassturniolo you were just behind me...?

sturnuser.3 mudding is so fun!!

sturnuser.4 since when do the sturniolo's go mudding?

sturnuser.5 sun is barely out!!?

7:27am ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

matthew.sturniolo who tf let you cook?

sturn4life if matt and nick are out, who took the picture?

sturnfan4 who's house???

sturnuser.6 dont burn anything

nicolassturniolo GOOD im starving

12:45pm ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

yns.wrld posted on her story [sturniolo.triplets added to their story]

sturnfan1 WHO are YOU?

christophersturniolo telling mom!

ynscousin they wanted to be cowboys sooo bad

sturnfan2 you're the girl from the horse riding video?

matthew.sturniolo never coming to texas again 💔

nicolassturniolo thought you liked us n/n

1:00pm ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

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sturnfan2 why texas..?

sturnfan3 pretty sure they're visiting someone

⤷ sturnfan1 yeah, some girl named "y/n"

⤷ sturnfan4 ngl its a little suspicious, chris said something about telling "mom"

⤷ sturnfan5 you think one of our boys is finally taken?

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 6:39pm

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sturnball NO FUCKING WAY I JUST MET CHRIS STURNIOLO IN MY HOMETOWN (THANK YOU TO THE GIRL HE WAS WITH FOR LETTING ME TAKE A PIC W HIM 🙏🏼)

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sturnfan6 WAIT WHAT?!? a GIRL?

sturnfan4 it was definitely y/n

⤷sturnfan5 who's y/n?

⤷ sturnfan7 based on her instagram account, she was one of their guides the day they filmed the horse riding video

sturnfan3 something is DEFINITELY up

7:00pm ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ SATURDAY— DAY 2

christophersturniolo posted on his story

nathandoe8 you should be there with ME 😍😍

matthew.sturniolo bro prolly blocked everyone behind him for this

sturnfan3 didnt know you were the rodeo type

nicolassturniolo is there hot cowboys there 💔

sturnfan2 is it just you and y/n??

sturnfan1 he is def there with y/n

sturnball still cant believe i met you 😭🫶🏼

sturnfan7 i think i saw him?

9:16pm ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

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9:21pm ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ sturniolonation made a new post

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sturniolonation FAN SPOTS [UNCONFIRMED] CHRIS STURNIOLO WITH [UNCONFIRMED] HORSE GUIDE GIRL– Y/N, GOING BACK TO CAR AFTER RODEO IN DALLAS, TX

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sturnfan1 wait i feel like they didnt even know they were being followed :/

sturnfan3 why is this person so...close??

matthew.sturniolo ts lowkey creepy

sturnball @christophersturniolo be careful! this fan seemed a little too close

sturnfan1 HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN Y/N's STORY?!

⤷ sturnfan6 YES!! something's definitely up!

⤷ sturnfan5 or they're just friends?

nicolassturniolo maybe ask to take a picture next time

10:01pm ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

sturniolo.triplets posted on their story

sturnball YES!! im glad you addressed this

sturnfan3 they have a great point guys! while they're job is social media, they may be more comfortable with the idea of being spotted in public, but as a fanbase we must realize they have friends who ARENT social media stars and may not like being posted

christophersturniolo clock it

sturnfan7 this is DEFINITELY because of sturniolonation's recent post

sturnfan6 what's up w chris and y/n?

matthew.sturniolo 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

8:00am ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ SUNDAY— DAY 3

niccolassturniolo posted on his story

sturnfan1 i wonder where they're going

sturnfan3 going out with the fam as well?

christophersturniolo they kicked me out 💔

matthew.sturniolo majestic ahh room

sturnfan2 early to be getting ready, no?

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nicolassturniolo 🌟save a horse, ride a cowboy🌟 texas how i'll miss you.

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sturnfan2 how much land do these people have

sturnfan1 WHO'S THE COWBOY?!?

ynscousin YOU'RE ALWAYS WELCOMED HERE NICK 🫶🏼

ynscousin I'LL MISS YOU 😍

matthew.sturniolo alr booking our next visit

christophersturniolo moments after the 5th slide, his marshmallow fell off the stick into the fire

yns.wlrd fav brother 🫶🏼

⤷ christophersturniolo HELLO?!?

⤷ yns.wrld hey chris :)

nathandoe8 you dropped this king 👑

8:42am ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

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matthew.sturniolo lone star certified

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nathandoe8 come to boston next 😍

sturnfan1 looks like an eventful weekend

christophersturniolo you still owe me 20 buckeroos from that card game

sturnfan3 can we all agree he looks so GOOD in that first slide

sturnfan5 felt his aura miles away

sturnfan2 matt fishes??

9:36am ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

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10:11am ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

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christophersturniolo weekend with the loverrr

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sturnfan1 HOOOOOLY SHIT?!?

sturnfan3 ON A SUNDAY MORNING?!?!

nathandoe8 my man is no longer just MY man

sturnfan6 did he...did he just CASUALLY drop this?!?

yns.wrld oh! so we letting ppl know now 😼

⤷ christophersturniolo might as well 🤷🏻‍♀️

matthew.sturniolo FINALLY 👏🏼

nicolassturniolo fav couple <3

i'm 10:20am ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

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yns.wrld guess we announcing it 🤷🏻‍♀️

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christophersturniolo you're cute, can i get your number 🤔

⤷ yns.wrld i have a boyfriend!

⤷ christophersturniolo darn 😔

sturnfan1 yall are so cutsiess

sturnfan6 mew fav couple 😜😜

sturnball i KNEW something was up when i met yall!

matthew.sturniolo future sister in law 👏🏼

nicolassturniolo mama y papa 🤧

#chris struniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo tumblr #sturniolo fic #nicholas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader

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ocinstar · 6 months ago

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Detention l

Peter parker x fem!reader

Summary: You and peter get detention and it leads to him revealing his biggest secret.

Cw: rivals to lovers, sassy peter

Wc: 2179

A/n: been a hot minute since i posted. This is gonna be a 2-3 parter cause this idea got me out of my writers block.

You were going to kill Peter. That was all you could think about during last period, anger clouding your focus from the, probably important, biology work. Leave it up to him to get us both Friday after school detention. All because he couldn't keep his big mouth shut and keep his sass in check.

We were forced to sit beside eachother in math, due to a new seating arrangement. You two had never gotten along, so this was the perfect recipe for disaster. You can't remember exactly how your rivalry started, all you can remember is that it was his fault. The both of you have been in constant contest to see who's the smartest, who could get the best grades and the most approval. So of course peter couldn't help it when you were handed back your test with a big "97%" written in the top corner, a whole 2% off from peter's score.

"Looks like someone's been slacking off. You should really study more." He whispered over to you. He always found a way to get under my skin, you hated to admit that he knew what buttons to push.

"And you should really invest in some gum." You could smell his lunch all to well.

"You should get some lip chap."

"And you should eat my ass!" You realized to late that your tone was way to loud.

"Miss y/l/n!" Your teacher yelled from her desk.

"See me after class." Peter chuckled from beside you. "You too, Parker." He looked shocked, now making you chuckle.

The rest of the period was spent in complete silence, both you and peter just exchange angry glances. As the bell rang and the other kids shuffled out, you and peter walked up the the teachers desk.

"I just want to say, I'm very sorry Mrs. My outburst was completely inappropriate and it won't happen again." She looked at you like she didn't believe you.

"Listen, I've given you both several warnings this year. I really didn't want to do this, but I'm giving you both detention after school."

Detention? You've never had detention in your life. Your record was squeaky clean and now, thanks to pp over here, you had a permanent stain on it.

"Wait, mrs, please don't give me detention. I swear this will never happen again." You pleaded, but she was unmoving.

"I'm sorry, but I've given you multiple warnings. Here, I've already written you both a slip." She handed us two yellow slips with our names and reason for our punishment written on it. The second bell rang for our next classes and she sent us on our way. Peter slid past you and sped down the hallway before you could straggle him.

This leads you to the bell dismissing you from your final class. Usually you'd be excited for the end of the day, getting to go home and take a nap like every Friday. But because of stupid detention and stupid peter, you were trapped here till 6. You did the walk of shame to the health classroom where detention was held. Coach Wilson gave you a head nod as you entered and you walked to take a seat in the back corner next to the window. If you were going to be here for 2 hours, mine as well have a good view to zone out to. Peter walked in not long after, getting the same head nod from Wilson. We made eye contact, both of you scoffed as he sat down in a corner front row seat. You stared daggers into the back of his head, hoping to some how burn a hole into it.

After about 10 minutes, you saw coach Wilson put on his headphones and hit play on whatever trash he listened to. He then proceeded to put his head down on his desk and close his eyes. You could hear his snoring about 2 minutes later.

"Hey! Peepee parker!" You whisper shouted from the other side of the room. He whipped his head towards you.

"What do u want?" He gave you a disgusted look that made you want to punch him were the sun dont shine.

"This is all your fault. You couldn't keep your yapper shut and now I'm being forced to spend Friday evening in detention."

"My fault? I'm not the one who lost my cool and yelled in the middle of class." The audacity of this boy.

"You're the one who pushed me to loose my cool!" He rolled his eyes.

"Don't blame me for not being able to keep it together." He turned back around before you could even open your mouth the respond. He put in his earbuds and pulled out some homework frkm his bag. You would say something about him not being able to finish work at school and not having any homework like you, but you decided not to make this situation worse then it already is.

Instead, you pulled out your phone and went on YouTube. Immediately as you entered the app, you saw a new video of spiderman stopping a robbery. Naturally, you clicked on it. Some of your friends made fun of you for your interest in the webbed hero, teasing you for your "crush" on him. You couldn't deny your small infatuation with him, an unexplainable attraction. Maybe it was just because he was a hero.

You looked up at peter a moment later. He perked up like he had heard something important and Immediately started shoving his homework back in his bag and zipping it up. He looks over at coach Wilson to make sure he was out cold, then he darted out of the classroom. Oh hell no. He was not getting out of this and leaving me behind. You got up and ran to follow him down the hall.

"Parker!" You shouted after him. He continued walking.

"Parker! I know you can hear me!" You heard him sigh and then he stopped.

"Theres no way your ditching detention right now."

"Technically you're ditching now too, better get back." He turned to start walking again, but you grabbed him by the wrist to stop him.

"No. You're staying here." You began to drag him back to the classroom he had just ran out of.

"Hey!" He protested.

"You're staying here, sitting your butt back in that chair, and sit there for as long as we have to."

"Stop! I really have to go." He stood his ground, causing me to stop dragging him.

"Why? What could be so important that it can't wait for another half an hour?"

"It's none of your business."

"Well, if you can't give me a good reason, then I'll go tell coach Wilson right now that your ditching." He started to look panicked, trying desperately to come up with a good enough excuse.

"I just have to go!" He began to walk away again.

"Why?" You followed after him. You were not letting him go if you had to stay here alone. You heard the sound of voices coming from his earbuds, codes you recognized as polices codes.

"Is that a police radio?" He looked at you, unmoving.

"...no." his voice pitched up a few.

"Why are you listening to police frequencies?" You saw his adams apple bob as he gulped. You went through some possible scenarios in your as to why he was so eager to leave and listening to a police radio. But you came up short every time. Nothing about him made sense and it drove you crazy.

"I just- it's not-" He stammered, then sighed in defeat. He gave up trying to lie, short on time and patience.

"Ok fine, follow me." He started walking away again, you followed behind him in confusion. He leads you out front door and down the steps, not stopping and in silence.

Peter wondered if this was a good idea. Revealing his biggest secret to his biggest rival. He couldn't think of a better solution, he knew you were relentlessly and stubborn and wouldn't let him leave if he didn't give you the real reason. He debated making a run for it right now, he could easily out run you. But he knew you'd tell on him, you were always true to your word.

"Where are we going?" You asked once he lead you down the street. He turned into a secluded alleyway lined with dumpsters.

"Are you gonna kill me?" You thought maybe he'd finally snapped, you got to annoying and he was now going to kill you. He rolled his eyes and, without a single word, reached down and began to pull his shirt over his head.

"WOAH DUDE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON!" Your hands flew to cover your eyes before he could even take his shirt all the way off.

"ok, im not offended at all." You heard him rustling around, kicking the trash cans beside him and cursing. It only took him a few more seconds to stop flaying around.

"Alright, you can look now."

"You sure?" You heard him sigh.

"Yes."

You peeked through your fingers to make sure he wasn't naked or something, but you were met with something far more surprising. You slowly lowered your hands to reveal the bright red, skin tight, spandex suit. Obviously you recognized the costume that belongs to your favorite superhero. You stood there in shook for a few moments, just staring wide eyes and mouth agape like a fish.

"What." Was all you could manage to say in that moment.

"Yeah." He fiddled with the mask in his hands. There's no way this is real. There's no way peter parker, nerdy, spineless, peter parker was spider man.

"No. This can't- I mean, obviously this is fake. It's like a cosplay, right? You're late to comic con or something." You started laughing. That has to be the only explanation.

"Nope, it's real." You can't help but laugh more.

"This is obviously a joke. You're just fucking with me, right? Like just some really bad joke or-" you were silenced quickly by a flash of white shooting past you and onto the brick wall behind you. You turned fast to see a blob of webs plastered on the wall. Your jaw fell as you pointed in disbelief at the webs.

"Nice touch. Did you make that in science class?" You still refused to believe what he was telling you. You turned back to peter, only to find an empty space. You looked around rapidly but couldn't see him anywhere. As you turned back to where he was originally standing, there he was. But upside-down. You yelped, stumbling backwards onto the ground.

"Believe me now?" He asked as he turned back upright and planted his feet on the ground.

"Holy shit. You're spiderman." You stared at him wide eyed. You couldn't believe this. Peter parker is spiderman. The boy you've known since 8th grade, the boy you teased relentlessly for years, your rival, was your favorite hero and celebrity crush. It felt like the world had come crashing down.

"You good there?" Obviously you were not.

"Uh huh." Lies. Your mouth went dry. How were you suppose to continue to function around him knowing you've thought about making out with his alter ego. Peter reached out his hand to help you up and you took it without a second thought. Once up on your feet, you immediately started pacing. This has to be a dream. My deepest darkest desires from the pits of my mind have finally found there way to infiltrate my subconscious. As you paced back and forth, all the pieces started to fall into place. Leaving school early, skiping classes, the sneaking around, the police radio. Everything made sense. Oh god, everything made perfect sense.

"Your pacing is making me dizzy, can you stop?"

"Oh im sorry, is my coping mechanism annoying you?" You asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, a little." You shot him a sharp look. He wondered if you were going to dig yourself into the cement. The voices coming from his police radio caught his attention, pulling him back to the reason he was in such a rush in the first place.

"Ok well, I'm gonna go do my job as you process this and we'll talk tomorrow." He tugged his mask over his face and was about to swing away till he felt a tight grip on his wrist.

"Don't you dare leave, Parker." You still had so many questions that need to be answered before you can be a regular person again. Peter sighed.

"Look, I'll answer whatever questions you have after I'm done."

"Fine. Come by my house right after you're done or I will hunt you down and tape you to the wall till I can understand ever detail of-" -you gestured up and down his body- " this."

He gulped and nodded. You reluctantly let go of his wrist and watched as he swung away.

Peter parker was spiderman. What the fuck.

#peter parker #marvel #peter parker x reader #spiderman #fanfiction #spiderman x reader #peter parker x you #fem reader #rivals to lovers

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imaginesig · 11 months ago

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"He laughs at all my jokes / and he says I'm so American"

Zak O'Sullivan x driver!reader

SMAU

Logans grid kid might be more patriotic than him. Reader is an American menace to the f2 grid, her bf included, who uses Oliva Rodrigo to cope (and Kimi has been demoted to f3 and Olivias release schedule for Guts is wrong). Based on this prema video

there is a criminally low amount of fics about this man

Music themed masterlist

Complete masterlist pinned on my profile

ynln

liked by zak.osullivan, kimi.antonelli, olliebearman, and 892,293 others

ynln totally sleighed it

tagged sister_username

dinobeganovic girl you slayed that house

ynln SLAY 💅

dinobeganovic slay 😵🔪

ynln oh

olliebearman mate what is that third picture? The dirt??

ynln chief I live in the southern US we dont get snow here

olliebearman what a sad winter

sister_username we ate the first pic up

ynln its a christmas miracle, my sister being the only one who's nice to me

zak.osullivan cant wait for you to see a REAL winter wonderland

ynln id take my dirt covered ground over your royal snow anyway 💪🇺🇸

zak.osullivan says the girl who flys out the 28th

user1 "were you silent or silenced" @/ynln

ynln gagged to silence ✋😔

ynln posted 2 stories!

caption: (1) thoughts and prayers as I head into enemy territory (2) 🇺🇸→🇬🇧

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zak.osullivan

oh fuck off

haha

I can hear your gremlin cackle from here

heyyyy you're supposed to love me

I do

I love you and all your gremlin traits

im blocking you and visiting Harry Styles instead

like he would take you in

rude

anyway please call me when you land, I'll be waiting to pick you up anyway

but just in case

ofc baby

get some rest

I love you ❤️

I love you too❤️

ynln

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ynln theres snow-where better than this

tagged zak.osullivan

Logansargent beer in the snow 10/10

Ynln thank you thank you

Olliebearman “I’d take my dirt covered ground over your Royal snow any day” you sure girlie??

Zak.osullivan she’s been swayed

ynln I’m just a girl

Zak.osullivan my snow angel ❤️❤️

ynln ily 🤭🤭

Kimi.antonelli snow angels?? Are you 5

Zak.osullivan our entire yard was filled by her alone

Ynln excuse me, I’m enjoying my youth and I will grow into a happy adult with no regrets

sister_username nice to see you’re having fun without me

Ynln get a hot European bf then we’ll talk

user1 stop I love this

user2 if Y/nZak has no fans I’m dead

zak.osullivan

liked by Ynln, user43, user32, and 828,992 others

zak.osullivan "I want your midnights"

tagged: ynln

artgp_offical new year, new us!!

ynln "but ill be cleaning up bottles with you on New Years Day" ❤️

Zak.osullivan ❤️

Ynln HOT DAYUM

ynln boy do i know how to take a photo 🥵

Ynln I can cook and clean

zak.osullivan no you can’t

Ynln I can bark

Zak.osullivan please don’t I believe you

user1 Y/n is a prime example of the duality of man

user2 she said what were all thinking

user3 this is so Y/n coded

user4 oh he def had help with this post

user5 thank you Y/n for the middle pic

ynln posted 2 stories!

caption: (1) 🎶 New Years Day by Taylor Swift (2) New year, minimal headache

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Zak.osullivan

Well hello

Didn’t expect to see my abs and underwear on your public story but here we are

let me show the people what they lost

How about you celebrate that win instead of dm-ing while laying next to me

sister_username

now I have to bleach my eyes

what better way to start the new year than with new vision

could've still done without your bf's stomach but ok

you'll live 😘😘

ynln

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ynln shes back and ready to show these Europeans how its done

tagged no one

user1 QUEEN 🇺🇸🦅💪

Ynln “salute to me I’m your American queen” T.S

Kimi.antonelli nope

Olliebeaman absolutely not

Zak.osullivan keep dreaming babe

paularon_ id rather die

dinobeganovic I’ll crash myself into the barriers instead thank you

user1 ummm hello???? I didn’t mean to assemble the avengers💀

logansargent f2 grid menace is back 👏👏👏

Ynln gotta show them a good ole ‘merican time

user2 making that smoothie recipe rn

User3 omg update me on how it is!!

zak.osullivan posted a story!

caption: I was bamboozled into matching

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dinobeganovic

“Bamboozled” sure

Stfu 🙄

Ynln

I can’t believe you put up with it

rest assured I’ll be checking what’s under your sweatshirt from now on

Oh😏

I’m blocking you

f2_updates

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f2_updates: Y/n L/n has won the first grand prix of the season!! Did you enjoy her victory radio as much as we did??

Tagged: no one

User1 PLEASE SHES SO PAINFULLY AMERICAN

user2 never a doubt she’s Logan’s grid kid

user3 at this point I think dating a Brit just eggs her on

User4 not the tik tok audio 💀💀

user5 her engineer is so done with her

ynln

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ynln first race back and WE GOT THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER PLAYING! Lets see if we can keep it going 🇺🇸🦅🎆

tagged prema_team

Prema_team perfect season start 🤩🤩

Logansargent OH SAY CAN YOU SEE

Ynln BY THE DAWN’S EARLY LIGHT

Logansargent you were great! Definitely a race to be proud of

Ynln thank you Lo!!!

Zak.Sullivan I’m proud of you love

Ynln ❤️❤️

user1 what is that last photo 💀

Ynln me dramatically blaring Dolly Parton

Time skip-- a few races

zak.osullivan

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zak.osullivan MONACOOO COME ON 🏆🏆🏆

tagged artgp_offical

Ynln YESSSS SIR

olliebeaman you’ve never sounded more American

Dinobeganovic put this girl in a frat

Logansargent I have to agree…

ynln my own grid dad betrayed me

Ynln THATS HOW WE DO IT

ynln 15 to first??? YOU MAD MAN

Williamsracing we agree 👏👏

User1 get this man in f1

User2 id love to see it

ynln I LOVE YOU❤️❤️❤️❤️

Zak.osullivan I LOVE YOU TOO ❤️❤️❤️❤️

olliebearman congrats man!

dinobeganovic impressive race

paularon_ it was nice to share a podium

Logansargent calm down before you take my seat

ynln

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ynln MCDREAMY oops I mean ZAK GOT P1 IN MONACO!!!! I AM SO SO PROUD OF YOU!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH (oh and I got p4 yadda yadda…)

tagged: zak.osullivan, prema_team

Zak.osullivan even in my time of victory I lose to Shepard 😔😔

ynln someone had to keep me entertained while I waited for all your media to be done 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

Zak.osullivan thank you for all your support!! You raced a wondeful race, congrats on p4

Ynln I love you (but your race was better no need for a pitty congrats)

sister_username congrats Zak!! The Y/n family was cheering you on

ynln this L/n was also cheering you on!!

user2 I love that Y/n and her family were pulling for Zak more than Y/n 💀

user1 ugh we love a supportive gf

User2 God its me again🙏🙏

User3 when is it my turn

ynln

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ynln Happy Guts release to those who celebrate! "All American Bitch" will be my personality from this moment forward

tagged: lettiemng, elvirahallqvist, hamdaalqubaisi_offical, liakblock

olivarodrigo wrote it just for you 🫶💜💜

ynln screaming crying throwing up I love you so much

olivarodrigo i literally love you!! My fav driver

user1 girlie just barley made the teenage cut

ynln 19 is still a teen ☝️🤓

paularon_ as if you needed any more reason to be more American

user2 omg this was a group I didn’t know I needed

user4 it seems so random but I love

user3 please give us content🙏🙏🙏

ynln

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ynln traveling the world with my world 🇪🇸

tagged Zak.osullivan

Olliebearman boo 🍅🍅🍅

Kimi.antonelli 🧀🧀🧀

ynln i can never win with yall

Olliebearman yall 🤠🤠

ynln get out of my comment section

Zak.osullivan I love you

ynln are you sure?? You said no to taking the cat

user1 “my world” I’m crying

user2 as much as i love American menace Y/n i LOVE soft y/n

user3 omg did you name the cat??

ynln ummmm of course, it’s Brick

user3 idk what i expected

zak.osullivan

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zak.osullivan adventure buddies for life 🤝🤝

tagged ynln

ynln deal 🤝

user1 i love that they both posted a solo pic of the other

user5 top tier photography on both ends

user2 the middle pic 😭😭😭

user4 oh to be looked at the way either of them look at the other

user3 those olives looks good as hell

ynln posted 2 stories!

Captions: (1) for the record I am NOT happy to be in Silverstone on 4th of July weekend (2) OLIVA YOU HAVE TURNED MY WEEK AROUND

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olliebearman

oh no

oh yes

and I thought the 4th was proper punishment for all your terrorizing

queen liv said no💜✨

call it good karma

GOOD KARMA FROM WHAT??

Elvirahallqvrst

im so excited

Me too!! I'm sad we won't get a listening party again

same 😭

hamdaalqubaisi_offical

my pre-race playlist just keeps getting better 😌

fr!!

zak.osullivan

liked by ynln, prema_teams, user4, and 923,029

zak.osullivan best way to end a home race?? his and hers 1-2

tagged: artgp_offical, ynln, prema_team

artgp_offical we agree!!

prema_team couldn't have said it better ourselves

olliebearman id rank that at bloody brilliant 👏🍾

user1 y'all live for a Ferrari 1-2, I live for a ZakY/n 1-2

user2 the "his and hers" has me crying

user3 strong race!! I hope you plenty of family and friends cheering you one

ynln what a race!! I was so nervous you'd overtake me in those last laps

zak.osullivan believe me I tried, if you weren't so damn good at defense

ynln 🤭😘

user4 I know she was just messing around for practice but Y/n looks so good in that blue suit

user5 the best part was she wore that to celebrate Zak's home gp

user4 stop thats so cute

user6 I agree she looks beautiful

user7 prema retire the red rn

ynln

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ynln what better way to celebrate 4th of July than forcing the US national anthem to be played (I love you Zak and im so proud but Brits gotta know their place)

tagged: zak.osullivan, prema_team, artgp_offical

user1 I still cant believe she wore that sweatshirt around Silverstone

user2 see I want to be surprised but honestly im not

logansargent ultimate checkmake! You've made me proud kid

ynln ss this and hang it in the Louve 🥹

zak.osullivan you are incredible!! I'm proud to call you mine

ynln even when you lose

zak.osullivan fuck that im blocking you

olliebearman I despise everything you do

ynln screw me then for getting team points (and congratulating you on p3)

olliebearman the boys dont fw americans

ynln one of your boys fucks an american

olliebearman OK NOW WHERE DID THE PR TRAINING GO???

ynln posted a story!

caption: My new national anthem has dropped!! 🎶 So American by Oliva Rodrigo

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zak.osullivan

did we finally find our song??

I think we did babe

dinobeganovic

am I gonna have to see you and Zak be all gushy to this song

🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

liakblock

its been on repeat

oh my spotify wrapped is messed up

zak.osullivan

liked by ynln, zak.osullivan, user43, and 923,923 others

zak.osullivan you're just so American

tagged: ynln

ynln screaming crying throwing up

ynln I didnt even ask you to do this

ynln I love you so much

zak.osullivan I love you (and your entire range of emotions)

olliebearman mission success?

zak.osullivan mission success.

ynln wot

user1 the Olivia quote???

user2 I think she knew deep down it was never her and Louis's song

user3 omg imagine Y/n and Zak dancing with Louis at an Oliva concert

user4 Y/n would die happy

ynln

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ynln "he's like a poem I wish I wrote"

tagged: zak.osullivan

user1 omg the 1D phone booth

Ynln I had to make my pilgrimage

Olliebearman glad to see you’re embracing real culture

Ynln a drink cup full of canes sauce IS real culture

user2 stfu I wasn’t prepared to a domestic ass today but where we are

user3 might sleep in traffic fr fr

sister_username if y'all dont get married I will kms

user4 same girl

user5 we got a L/n on our side

ynln oh hello to you too

zak.osullivan no pressure ig

#f1 imagines #f1 #f2 #formula 2 #f2 x reader #formula 2 imagine #formula 2 x reader #formula 2 smau #zak o'sullivan x reader #zak o'sullivan #zak o'sullivan smau #zak o'sullivan fic #zak o'sullivan imagine #zak o'sullivan fluff

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