#and yeah the way she makes him not want to go home to HIS house that HE put SO MUCH of himself into

[heavens-whore]

RIDE

Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: You and Joel run away together for a fresh start, away from the town you both hate. Along the way, you start to have doubts about your decision, but Joel has a way of persuading you that it’s right for you.

A/N: this is my first fic ! It was inspired by a post my friend sent me that was just a pic of motel steps, captioned "need a cigarette here". And the scene unfolded idk. Also I don't really know how to make my posts look cute yet so please excuse this visual abomination for now. Enjoy!!

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: 18+, unspecified age gap, oral (f receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, cigarette smoking, not wearing a seatbelt (please wear a seatbelt fr), running away, getting fired, getting hated on

The sun shone through the dirty window of the truck and started to dip below the horizon, but the heat stayed hanging in the humid air. Your bare feet were resting up on the dashboard and your eyes watched the rural surroundings of the open road race past as you drove further and further away from your old life. The faint sound of 80s rock from the radio and the hum of the truck’s engine did little to silence the thoughts that tormented you- the thought that running away was a big mistake you would come to deeply regret.

You hated your hometown. The weather, the people, the way they talked, the way they dressed, the things they believed in. You even hated the buildings. So why was it all so hard to let go of? You had always wanted to leave, to run away and leave it all behind, start a new life out West and never look back. Joel was the only person who was willing to give it all to you. He never talked about it, but you could see it in his eyes every time you mentioned the idea of leaving. You knew he wanted this too- probably did from a young age. Some teenage pipedream of his that imploded when his daughter was conceived. So he stayed, started his family business, bought a house and raised her. But now she was all grown up and there was nothing to hold him back anymore. All he was waiting for was for you to say the word. 

And you did, after one particularly rough day. You had gone to work in the morning and come home in tears around midday after being fired with no warning. It didn’t matter, you hated the job anyway; but your parents were enraged, furious that you could let this happen. They called you a burden, said you had no ambition and no future ahead of you. In the early afternoon you had shown up on Joel’s doorstep with a bag packed and tears in your eyes, begging him to take you away from it all. And he did. 

He had one hand resting on your thigh, and the other on the steering wheel. His eyes strayed from the road to look over at you, seeing you gaze thoughtfully out the half-open window in your denim shorts and little tank top. He squeezed your thigh to get your attention.

‘You take your seatbelt off again?’ You looked up at him, your eyes wide and clearly swimming with thoughts. But he didn’t push it. You nodded. ‘Gotta put it back on for me, darlin’. We can’t have nothin’ happening, can we? Ambulance would take forever to get to us out here.’ You didn’t say anything, just took your legs down from the dashboard and pulled your seatbelt back on, the polyester squeaking as it unravelled. Joel’s eyes flicked back to the road momentarily but then returned to you. You were being unusually quiet. ‘You doin’ okay?’

You nodded again, but this time feigning contentment.

‘Yeah. Just hot in here.’

Joel’s dark eyes lingered on yours for a moment before flicking back to the road, definitely unconvinced.

‘Well we’re almost to the next stop anyway. Think this motel’s got a pool, too.’

The heat was definitely part of the problem, because when you finally got to the motel, the cool water of the pool lifted your spirits. You put on that new bikini you had bought at an earlier stop along the way and floated on your back, let the water cool your skin while you watched the sunset paint the sky with bright streaks of pink and orange. Joel watched you swim from the edge of the pool for a while before joining you. He splashed you with the water and pulled you beneath the surface, wrapped your legs around his hips and kissed you with such tender desire it made you want to cry.

Later in the evening, you lay awake beside Joel. His arm was wrapped loosely around your waist and he was fast asleep, but all you could do was stare at the chipping paint on the ceiling. Those regrets had started to creep back into your head, and it felt as though there was a war going on in your mind. You thought of your friends, your family, what the people back home would say about the young girl who randomly up and left one day to run away to California with the old man from down the street. You quietly untangled yourself from his grasp and stepped outside for some air. It was dark but the stars were bright, and the crickets chirped as you sat on the steps of the motel and lit a cigarette. You didn’t know what time it was or where exactly you were. All you knew was that it was late and you were far from home. You sucked in the smoke and watched the neon glow of the motel sign dance on the ripples in the pool. It was quiet, peaceful, but the war in your head raged on. It was impossible, trying to tell if this was just some optimistic dream you had cooked up- that you could run away and find your fresh start on the coast and live happily ever after. What if it all blew up in your face and you were forced to come back home to your parents’ fury, that you could be so reckless and believe in some big lie this dirty old man was feeding you?

The creak from the door opening snatched your attention away from your thoughts, and you turned to see Joel’s concerned eyes watching you. He sat on the step behind you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into the warmth of his chest.

‘What’s on your mind, darlin’? Been quiet all day, I know something’s up.’

You took another hit of the cigarette and flicked the ashes onto the steps below you.

‘I dunno. It’s… I dunno.’

He sighed as he watched your troubled expression.

‘We can go back if you want, y’know. Don’t want you to feel like I’m callin’ all the shots here.’

You shook your head.

‘I don’t wanna go back. You know how bad I want this. I just wish I could forget all about home.’

‘You will forget it, sweetheart. Once you see the ocean, you’ll forget all about that town. We’ll start over, yeah?’

You brought the filter back to your lips and inhaled again, your mind still not eased much.

‘What if we get there and we hate it?’

Joel rested his chin on the crown of your head as he held you from behind.

‘Then we’ll go back. Or we’ll go somewhere else. But what if we get there and we love it?’

He had a way of making everything sound so simple and it never failed to blow your mind. 

He plucked the cigarette from between your fingers and put it out, then pulled you to your feet and rested his hands on your waist. ‘S’just a fresh start, darlin’. Nobody’ll know us, nobody’ll look twice when they see us together, they won’t care. We’ll be okay, I promise. And if we ain’t, we’ll think of somethin’ else. Can always go back if we change our minds.”

It was true, but something in the back of your mind told you that you wouldn’t. Joel’s hand stroked your cheek gently, and his dark eyes sparkled under the neon sign as they gazed into yours, full of nothing but intimate affection.

The two of you went back to bed but didn’t sleep. The moonlight seeped in through the flimsy net curtains and illuminated your naked skin as you undressed each other. Joel laid you down on the edge of the bed and stood between your legs, his hands squeezed your breasts gently while his eyes wandered your body, a sigh escaping his lips. He leaned down to press feather light kisses to your neck and collarbones while his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties and slid them down your legs. He gripped your thighs tenderly as he pulled them apart, and knelt in between them.

He licked a stripe up your center while moving your thighs to rest on his shoulders. He wrapped his thick arms around them while he lapped at your seam, the taste of your arousal dampening his taste buds. His tongue swirled around your clit, causing your toes to curl and your back to arch while he watched from his position, his boxers tightening with every second that passed until he couldn’t wait any longer. He pressed a tender kiss to your inner thigh and stood up, shoved his underwear down and lined himself up for entrance.

‘You want this, baby?’ He whispered, ‘You want me?’

You nodded eagerly, if there was one thing in this world you knew you wanted for certain, it was him. He slid into you easily, your juices and his saliva soaking him. Small whimpers and whines fell from your lips, as well as his name, while your nails dug deep crescents into his shoulders. He held still once he bottomed out to let you adjust his length. It didn’t matter how many times he had buried himself deep into your walls, he always seemed to stretch them out more each time, the dull ache blending with ecstasy. His eyes held your gaze and he watched your expression as it twisted in pain and pleasure.

‘You okay darlin’? You with me?’

You whispered a soft but adamant ‘Yes,’ and he pulled out before pushing back into you again with the same agonizingly slow pace, his jaw tense as he groaned in pleasure, the head forcing its way in even deeper.

‘Always so wet for me.. Such a good girl.’

Your little moans filled the night air as he started to gradually pick up the pace, speeding up slightly with each deep thrust. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in even deeper; and your arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him into a warm and passionate kiss. Joel’s tongue wetted your bottom lip, asking for entrance into your mouth, and you let it. The sound of his hips slapping against your thighs melted into your sweet whimpers of ecstasy as the heat from his body dampened your skin with sweat.

‘I love you, baby,’ He mumbled against your lips, his thrusts never stopping, ‘love you so much.’

You pinched your eyes shut as the stimulation started to overwhelm you. Each of his movements sent shockwaves through your body, and you could feel your legs start to tremble. Joel laced his fingers with yours and squeezed your hands gently, his voice soft and low. ‘Look at me, baby girl.’ Your eyelids fluttered open to see his eyes were burning into yours and sparkling with passion. ‘There’s those pretty eyes.’ He slowed down, reading your expression, and pressed a tender kiss to your lips. His face hovered above yours as he slowly pushed himself in and out, trying to draw this out as long as he could, before building back up to the same speed as before.

The tension in your stomach was growing, the coil tightening after Joel’s thrusts established a steady pace. He pulled back from you to watch your features contorting with pleasure, your back arching up into him, the moisture on your skin glowing in the dim moonlight. His grip on your hands tightened, and his brows furrowed like they always do when he’s close to the edge. You whimpered to let him know that you were too- no words needed. 

‘Where do you want it, baby?’ His voice was low and gravelly, dripping with hunger.

‘Inside. Please.’ You whispered desperately and squeezed his hand.

‘You sure?’ His jaw was tightening and his eyes were dark, and you knew you had to decide fast. But your mind was already made up. You nodded certainly, right on the brink of shattering.

You both fell apart at the same time. His hips stuttered as you felt his warmth blossoming deep within your core, and your desperate whimpers and groans bounced off the walls of the small dim room. Joel pushed himself somehow even deeper into you as your walls clenched tightly around him, choking his length. He leaned down to your face again, your lips meeting in a messy, loving kiss while he tried unsuccessfully to still his hips, continually pulsing within you and filling you up with his climax. 

He didn’t pull out- you asked him not to. He just rested you on his lap and rested his back against the cheap headboard of the bed while you were still intimately connected. The sun was starting to rise and orange rays shone through the parting in the curtain as Joel held you, his fingers running through your hair while drips of his release seeped out onto your inner thighs. It was quiet, the sound of the crickets had subsided and the only noise you could hear was the steady beat of Joel’s heart where your head rested on his chest. It was time to hit the road again soon, but this time your mind was clear, and you knew it was what you wanted.

[sulkenswan]

SUCKER — PROLOGUE, something new

gorgeous fanart by @nramv , edited by me

vampire!dealer!ellie x reader

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info: rain appears to be the centre of your new life, as well as your newest enemy. you try to adapt to the cold town of jackson while simultaneously remeeting what seems to be every person in town, bracing yourself for the first day of school. MOODBOARD + PLAYLIST

cw: reader smokes and she's 17 (soon to be 18) so underage, set in the 2000's!

wc: 3.8k

note: oh goody im excited, as you can tell its based on twilight. thank you to my friend E for proofreading!

as soon as you get into your dad’s car, the first thing it starts to do is rain. pour rain. the sunny weather suddenly vanishing before your eyes, and all hope you had of this place being slightly like your old home disappears in an instant. jacksonville. a small town in the state of wyoming, always cloudy, always raining. population: 3,120 people. you haven’t visited since you were 13. no matter how much the gloominess would obviously appeal to you, your mother kept you close, leaving your father to his own as the police chief. trees fly beside you as you stare outside, arm propped up on the side of his work car, paying close attention to the droplets falling on the glass window, your new life.

you both don't speak. you had already done the pleasantries, nice to see you, you’ve grown up so much, blah blah blah. it’s clear he has more to say, but you really don’t. you’re only here to make your mom happy, without you. over the years having made the accidental habit of raising your mother instead of your mother raising you, so in a way you’re thankful for the change of scenery, a good thing about your dad is that he doesn’t hover over you. you remember the days with your dad when you were younger, how gentle he was with you and how much he cared, and although he’s trying his hardest not to show it, you can see how he holds just as much love for you as he did then, regardless of the 12 years that have passed. the rain pats gently all around you, and you close your eyes to soak it in. something new is what you’ve been needing. what you’ve been craving. you can't fully blame your mother for wanting to soak in the feeling of her new marriage and have complete freedom. she’s not the only reason you moved, anyways. things weren’t working out for you back there. you had no purpose.

the car jolts to a stop, pulling you out of your train of thought and forcing you to face your new home. it’s not raining anymore, and the house is the same as you remember it. two stories, painted white with a dusty brown roof, detailing wherever it can go. your dad is already out of the car, opening the boot and hauling out your luggage. sighing, you brace yourself and roll your sleeves as far up your palms as they can go, then opening the old car door. cool air hitting you instantly, the slippery pavement almost making you collapse on yourself.

“you good, bear?”

bear. oh god how you’ve missed your dad. you can't believe you almost forgot that nickname.

letting out a shaky exhale, you answer “yeah, sorry just slipped a little.”

he’s beside you in an instant, your luggage taking up both of his hands, and shoulders. you didn't bring much, but you had more on the way.

“oh here let me help you-”

“no, no, i'm fine. i’m not that old yet,” he jokes, turning towards you for a minute and offering a soft smile in which you return “well, welcome to your new home.” he makes the first move to go inside, and you quickly reach for your purse still sitting in the passenger seat of his car; grabbing it quickly before closing the door and following after him. trying your absolute hardest to not fall and die on the driveway.

you both walk in silence, the house smelling as it always has. woody, rainy, and fresh. the tiles look as if they have been freshly polished, and the downstairs feels much less roomy than you remember. he guides you upstairs into the same room you remember spending countless nights in as a child, not giving you much time to process the downstairs. you make a mental note to explore more later. enetering, he drops your luggage to the side while you continue analysing it. it's pretty open, direct space in front of you and a small hallway-like area off to the side, your closest on the wall opposite there. the bed resting in front of you against the wall is new, he changed the bedsheets, the pink florals have been replaced with a dusty purple floral design. there are matching pillowcases as well as a swan pillow perfectly placed in front of it, a darker shade of purple belonging to the sheets peeking out from underneath the duvet.

the rest of the room has also seemingly been revamped. there are fairy lights all around the ceiling, adding some nice warmth to the room. the shelves that rest on your wall in front of your bed next to the window have been emptied, and the window seat right beside, almost like an extension of your bed, has the same purple theme going, a fluffy throw blanket messily thrown in place, alongside some simple decorative pillows; lace curtains adding some simplicity. you already know you’ll be spending most of your time there.

next is the desk, right in front of your bed, just before the room extends. a lace tablecloth matching the curtains and acting as a shield to the wood. there’s what seems to be a fairly recent laptop model and some books adorning it, a mirror hanging right above it, alongside some storage underneath it. the chair seems comfy, just a simple wooden one, matching the desk. you assume he left the room mostly empty to incorporate as much of your old life as possible, but part of you wishes you didn't have to carry anything here. that you could leave no trail of your past here, but you appreciate the thought he’s given you nonetheless, and how he’s seemingly overly aware you’re no longer a child. but that you've grown, and are mature enough to take care of yourself and how you wish to present it.

the last thing you investigate is the extension, there's a full length mirror at the end, but for the most part the extra room is mostly empty. there’s a bulletin board beside the mirror, and an extra wooden dresser to the side. just for safety, even though your clothes will probably take up less than half of the closet.

“wow… you really went all out.” you compliment, although it seems to raise slight alarm in him.

“sorry if it’s too much, i just wanted to let you take control. but also not have your old childish things…” he drones on for a little, but you’re too busy admiring your room. you feel better about the move already, aware that your dad will give you the space you need, while also actively caring for you and ensuring you’re safe. pros of living with the chief of police: you’re pretty much guaranteed safety. cons: you can’t be as open to him about bad habits as you would like.

you interrupt him before he spirals more, “it’s perfect, dad. purple’s cool. thank you.” you give a tender smile, throwing your purse onto your bed while starting to visually plan what you could add. the bedside table in front of you looks like it could use some decoration, and you’re already planning on going out into town to collect some small bits and pieces you might be able to use.

you flop down on your bed, just avoiding your purse, front facing the ceiling. the weight of the day slowly being lifted off of you while the exhaustion takes over.

“well, uh, i guess i’ll leave you to it. i’m glad you like it.” your dad stands in the center of the room, hands on his hips as his bulky uniform makes his shadow appear unusually large. “the anderson’s will be here soon. any minute now, knowing them.”

“the andersons?” the name sounds so familiar, yet you’re finding it difficult to put a name to the face. sitting up to look at your dad on your elbows, legs hanging off the surprisingly comfortable bed.

“er yeah. abby and owen. they’re bringing you a present. well, a gift from me,” he clicks his tongue, contemplating what to say next, scared that he’ll spoil the surprise “you know what, you’ll see.” and he leaves it at that, going to exit your room as you lay back down on your bed, trying your hardest to remember who the fuck abby and owen are. but just like clockwork, the doorbell rings, and hearty chuckles can be heard from just below your window.

you sigh, and your dad chuckles to himself. his back facing you as he makes his way out of your room, footsteps booming down the stairs. you sit there for a moment, still racking your brain for who exactly the anderson’s are. as far as you’re concerned, they haven’t been mentioned until now. deciding the better way to solve this mystery is to actually see and talk to them, you groan before begrudgingly getting out of bed. jeans rustling against the sheets as your black chucks follow after your dad down to the front door, just below your bedroom, and right in front of your window. by the time you make it down, he’s only just opening the door to greet them. the warmth leaves your body as the cold air blows in, and although you’re wearing layers, it does little to help.

rushing to the door and practically stumbling over your feet while doing so, you come face to face with two people who’s memories instantly rush to mind. those anderson’s.

“nice to see you finally join us,” owen jokes, making eye contact with you, abandoning whatever conversation he had been having with your dad moments before. abigail stands to his side, and she looks nothing like you remember. she looks hot. you check her out, shamelessly at that. you know she can see you, and you notice her lips curve up into a slight smirk.

you laugh at owen, mustering up the last of your energy to figure out what to say next, “you know me. it's nice to see you guys, it's been too long.” you leave the doorstep, moving outside to the pavement, once again overly aware of how you’re moving, really trying to not slip and embarrass yourself. reaching to hug owen who reciprocates instantly, he smells like citrus somehow. you let go of the hug first, giving a smile and turning your attention to abby, a stupid smirk still plastered on her face. she's wearing a tight fitting white long sleeve and cargo pants. how she is warm is something you don't think you’ll be able to solve. she opens her arms for a hug and you reach for her, being engulfed instantly. she smells like oil, and amber. an oddly comforting mix.

“nice to see you,” she whispers.

you stay lost in the moment for only a second longer before responding, “you too.”

it's not a whisper, but faintly spoken, barely heard. and you force yourself to be free from her grasp. you haven’t seen her in years, and you’re not sure why you expected her to still look like how she did when you were practically babies.

“so, how have things been?”

owen and your dad are lost in their own conversation, joking around with each other and playing around the driveway. so you take it upon yourself to continue talking to abby.

“eh, same as always. i started fixing up cars and stuff, working out as you seemingly have already noticed.”

your cheeks flush red, no need for her to call you out. “don’t flatter yourself, abigail. it’s been awhile, i’m just surprised to see you is all.” you defend, crossing your arms over your chest. she laughs, throwing her hands up in defence. “how about you?”

you don't even hesitate to answer, “it's just weird being back here. i haven't visited for the summer since the last time i saw you when we were what? 12?”

she thinks for a moment, most likely doing the maths in her head. “13, actually. how weird is that?”

“so weird,” you laugh, and she joins in alongside you. as it dies down, she desperately makes an attempt to keep talking to you “what school you going to?”

“jackson, unfortunately. oh god, please tell me you are as well. it would be so good to already have a friend there!” you plead.

she sighs and shakes her head, putting a hand on her hip. “sorry princess, i'm down on the firefly side. and before you get angry, i drove an hour out here, so tread lightly.” you frown at her, eyebrows furrowing. how the hell were you gonna make it through your first day now? you decide not to dwell on it too long, you would cope with that tomorrow when the issue presented itself.

analyzing your surroundings, you notice a truck sitting right behind abby. it was pretty old, but you honestly found it pretty. a navy blue, rusty chevy truck. abby follows your eyes, smiling.

“hey uh, i think the princess has spotted something important.”

she gains the attention of both owen and your dad.

“oh my goodness of course how could i forget,” your dad scolds himself as owen snickers off to the side, “uh, i know it’s not exactly much, bear, but this is my house warming gift to you. i've already paid for it from this fool,” he goes to play punch owen who dodges is attack and takes a surf like pose, putting your hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh while your dad grumbles and eyes him off to the side, “and i wanted you to have your own way to get to school and wherever else you wanna go, really. so…”

your smile widens significantly, tucking your hands into your back pockets. “are you kidding? thank you so much dad. i love it. it’s perfect”

“and credit to me for fixing it all up, thank you very much,” abby chimes in, and you giggle at her bluntness.

“i cannot thank you guys enough,” you beam, looking around at the people before you. going up to the driver's seat and opening the door, abby going around the other side to hop in the passenger side.

“so i installed a whole new engine, and i had to adjust the clutch so when you pull it up you have to push it down slightly first. if there are any issues, let me know and i’ll try to fix ‘er up.” she explains, pointing to all the different features and explaining them as best she can. you cant stop smiling, eyes on the wheel in front of you, feeling around.

“this is amazing. you’re so talented, thank you.”

“it’s just something to get you started, but you must be tired,” the blonde in front concludes, leaving the car causing you to follow out after her, reading you as perfectly as she did six years ago.

owen seems to have overheard as his face lights up in recognition, “oh of course! you've had a full day of travelling and you have to get up pretty early tomorrow. we’ll leave you to it, it was nice to see you. make sure to get lots of rest tonight.” he wraps up, freeing you from social interaction.

abby tosses the keys, you catching them effortlessly.

“of course, and i’ll come visit you guys as soon as possible. get home safe!” you add on.

your dad says his own goodbyes as the two pile into owens car, abby in the drivers seat, most likely practicing her driving. they wave you goodbye as they leave, and you really do plan on seeing them as soon as you can.

you hadn’t even noticed the night settling over you as you and your dad make your way back into the house.

“you want some dinner, bear? i made some pasta before.”

as terrible as you feel turning down his offer, the only thing you really feel like doing is freshening up and going to bed., “sorry dad, i’m pretty dead. i’ll snag some to have for breakfast tho!” you promise, making your way up the stairs while he lingers down in the living room, going to turn on the tv.

having a quick shower and changing into your pajamas (that only consisted of a tank top and underwear), you called down a quick goodnight to your dad and shut your door, sighing. you had barely done anything today, yet felt more tired than you had in months.

but you had a routine, and that routine got you to where you were now. jumper thrown on while you crawled over your bed to your windowsill seat, lighter and cigarette in hand. although your room is warm thanks to a heater, you’re taking safety measures in advance and preparing yourself for the cold air that will breeze through. you open the curtains, then the blinds, and finally the window. you sit back comfortably, back laid against the wall beside the window while your legs are stretched across, you lean into the open window and flick your lighter alive, it being the only light source other than the small glow of street lights and the warm fairy lights around you. holding the cigarette to your lips, you light it gently, the flame catching instantly.

you inhale the smoke, sighing in relief at the alleviation it was already starting to grant. placing the lighter back into your bag, you remove the cigarette from your lips for a moment, exhaling the smoke and admiring the woods that lay directly opposite to you, before your truck catches your eye again. no matter how old it is, you’re just glad you have something to get you from place to place. you didn't have that back in seattle. taking another puff, you sit there and soak in the first night. grabbing your phone to reply to your moms messages that had been coming in non stop since before your plane even took off. answering all of them in a haste. yes i landed safely. yes, dad is nice. i got a car. my school is sorted, i already told you a month ago i start the day after i arrive. i'm good. how are things with him? goodnight.

you sit there for the next 20 minutes or so, playing snake on your razr phone. you occasionally dust the ash off out the window and make a mental note to buy an ashtray, something you had somehow forgotten to bring along with you, before calling it a night. the clock reading 10 pm, your outfit for your first day already resting on your desk chair. shoulder bag right beside it, you were prepared enough. cigarette stashed in the side pocket, just in case. but you had to be careful with your use, you only had a pack left and you weren’t sure where you would be able to buy more, if you would be able to at all.

falling into a deep slumber, you’re awake and preparing for school before you know it. you haven't had the opportunity to unpack yet, so you’re frantically running around your room trying to find the pair to your earring, and trying to figure out how your concealer has suddenly gone missing, and you really thought you had prepared enough the night before.

grunting in frustration you decide to just leave as is, transferring your shitty spare concealer you held in your purse to your bag as well as your small jewelry box, you would deal with it when you got there. your outfit and hair were simple, opting for a v neck long sleeve layered with a blouse and skinny jeans, and an extra jacket looped around your arm with spare fuzzy gloves in your bag.

you can't stop for breakfast, calling out to your dad a thank you! in which he just looks up from his newspaper in shock, before shaking his head and looking back down, unbothered at your antics. you make a beeline for your truck, phone and keys in hand, then you slip.

too focused on getting to the car, you forget that jackson's pavement actually ices over. causing you to land flat on your ass. you whine instinctively, sitting up and rubbing your butt, feeling as it's now wet and you have no time to change. exactly what you needed. you don't let it stop you any longer as you rancorously unlock and enter your vehicle, tossing your backpack in the passenger seat beside you. do you have any idea where you’re going? no. does it stop you from pulling out of the driveway and hoping for the best anyways? no. you’re just hoping you’ll spot another teen driving to jackson highschool soon enough and be able to follow them.

to your luck, you actually do make it to school relatively on time, thanks to that random kid that was probably fearing for their life due to your following. you take the spare minute you have to sit in your truck and mentally prepare yourself. you got a decent parking spot and rush to finish your makeup, taking the concealer out of your bag, methodically applying it with the trucks rear view mirror, not bothering to return it to your bag when it's done, placing it on the passenger seat instead and grabbing your jewelry box, selecting a few rings and bracelets and finally finding your other earring, applying all of them on, putting the box back next to your concealer. untucking the necklace you always wore out from your undershirt. and after deciding you look presentable, you do the hardest part, leaving your truck, thankfully not slipping this time.

everyone’s eyes are on you immediately, people whispering to each other. your arrival somehow already being anticipated. you keep your head down, trying your best to not focus on all the eyes following your every move, navigating through the crowd and up the stairs to the entry, before somebody enthusiastically rushes up beside you.

“hi! i’m cat, you must be the new girl! i’ve been assigned to show you around. whatever you need, i'm here! a guide, a date, a pen, anything.”

“hey, it’s nice to meet you.”

you cautiously introduce yourself as enthusiastically as you can, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. you have no idea where you’re going, and cat can most likely tell from your facial expression.

“here,” she titters, “i’ll bring you to the office. my friends, well, your friends too now if you wanna sit with us, are just down the hall. we’ll meet up with them after!”

cats' confidence and welcoming comforts you beyond words, and the day doesn't feel so bleak anymore. hopefully, it’ll stay like that, even as people continue to watch you.

next.

[bonniesbluee]

okay so for part 2 of art x stripper reader you can do like a continuation of them at the house and once she sees the kind of lavish life he lives she gets comfy but also wants to get to know him more so they talk then she gives him a lap dance which leads to well you know....(just like in anora)

dilf!art x stripper!reader pt 2 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

the drive to his home is mostly quiet, only filled with soft "hmm" from you whenever he would start small talk. a friendly soft smile never leaving your face. mostly because that's what she always does with her costumers. but also because he's genuinely charming!

when you both get home, you're shocked at how...expensive the whole place is. it screams 'rich guy' but not in an obnoxious way. either way, its all so enticing.

"mi casa es tu casa," he botches up the spanish, which makes you laugh softly. you go through his door, hands clutching at your dress as you look around. "not too shabby," you say softly, and he gently drags you to the couch.

"of course. you want a drink? anything?" he says while placing your purse on the other couch, sitting next to you with an almost an needy look. "i dont drink while...y'know, working." you respond, hands laying ontop of thighs.

"right. work." he leans back, his forearms tensing as he rests them on the couch. "so, how much is the pay?" he says bluntly. way too bluntly. your smile falters slightly at the sudden question. "depends on the night. sometimes it can be about 2-3k. in other times its less than 500."

"hm." he sits up almost as if scanning you. "you're too pretty for that job, y'know?" he asks you, softly brushing a stray piece or hair off your face. "way too pretty. you deserve better." you stay quiet, simply glancing away.

"what about 1k a day. you get to live here, not in a trashy apartment," he states so casually you almost dont believe it. also 'trashy apartment'? why would he- "i assume you live in an apartment anyway." he places his hand on your thigh before tugging at it. "think about it," you move ontop of his lap, ass pressed against thighs and back pressed against his chest. "me, you. in this house all for ourselves. no more worrying about rent," his hands goes to your hips, gently grind them against him. "deadlines, debts. you'll get taken care of by me."

you loll your head back, forehead softly brushing against his jaw. "all in return of..?" "just company." it sounds pathetic. but he needs to sleep with someone at night, he needs a warm body, and you need stability. win win. not only that, but something about you makes him feel almost obsessively protective.

you continue grinding on him, biting your lip as you feel his hand gently caress your stomach. "ill think about it." you whimper, eyes fluttering as you feel his erection press against your ass cheeks.

"mm yeah?" he groans against your ear. his hips bucking as he tries to search for friction. "maybe you want me to convince you more?" he asks, yet doesn't wait for an answer before he's already pushing your face into the cushion of the couch. "arch your ass baby," she instructs, pinching your soft ass cheeks.

you obediently arch you ass, whimpering at the whine. "so wet already," he whispers to himself as he gazes at the wet spot in your pink panties. he smirks, cupping your thighs and spreading them open. "so sweet and wet.." he purrs, pulling your panties to the side, gently thumbing at your clit. "i wonder how you taste." she sits up, kissing the side of your head before cupping your ass harshly.

he nuzzles his nose into your core, eyes fluttering as your juices touch his face. "god," he breathes out before a switch in him happens. a raw, crude need to taste you. you let out a sharp cry, hands gripping the couch as you press your face into the couch. "a-art!" you whimper, chest heaving.

he stays quiet the whole 5 minutes. in the span of 5 minutes you come 2 times. its that bad. he's licking sucking and biting into your core. its harsh and raw, which just brings more goosebumps to your body. by the time he pulls away his face is soaked, your body is trembling, alot. and you're drooling. you are so dumb and he isnt even inside you yet.

the sight of u at his mercy makes his cock twitch inside his pants. "come on baby," he kisses your lips, mixing your saliva, his saliva and your juices. "we aint done yet."

"we're far from done."

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Best Friend's Brother

Pairing: Rockstar!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k (including lyrics)

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You have a huge crush on your best friend’s brother, and you do everything you can to keep it from her. Does he like you back? Does he not? What will she think if you decide to pursue him? So many questions and not enough answers.

Square Filled: secret dating (2021) for @spnfluffbingo

Author’s Note: This is based on the song Best Friend's Brother by Victoria Justice from the show Victorious

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I call you up when I know he's at home I jump out of my skin when he picks up the phone Why can't I tell if he's looking at me? Should I give him a smile? Should I get up and leave?

2:53. Only seven more minutes.

2:55. Nearly there. Come on, go faster!

2:58. Okay, now time is just teasing you.

“What are you doing?”

You peel your eyes from the clock and look at your mom. She was passing by the kitchen when she saw you stare at the clock like it held all the answers of the universe. You blurt the first thing on your mind because you don’t want her knowing the truth.

“Waiting to call Ash to see if she wants to hang out.”

“Why are you staring at the clock?”

You shake your head. “No reason.”

Thankfully, your mom leaves without asking any more questions. You look back at the clock and nearly jump when you see it’s two minutes past three. You pick up the landline and dial your best friend’s house number. Come on, pick up. Please pick up. Pick up. Pick up. The line clicks and his smooth voice comes over the line.

“Hello?”

“Oh, hi, Dean. I didn't know you were home,” you lie easily.

“Hey, sweetheart. You looking for Ash?”

“Yeah. She just got home from track, right?”

She is the only one who enrolled in college out of his school. Dean didn’t go because he is trying to make it big with his band. You didn’t go because you never liked school. High school was bad enough. College? Not for you.

“Yeah, she’s in the shower.”

“You don’t mind me talking to you until she can come to the phone, right?”

“No, I don’t,” he smiles.

“Cool. How was band practice?”

Dean scoffs. “Awful. My dick bandmates can’t make up their fucking minds, so we’re a few days beind schedule. Don’t worry, I’ll get them straight before our next gig.”

“Oh, I know.”

You’re about to ask him another question when someone joins the call. “Stop hogging my friend from me.”

“That’s my cue. Bye, sweetheart.”

Your heart drops at not being able to talk to Dean anymore, but you’re happy to finally be with your friend.

“Hey, bitch, come over. I got a new movie to watch.”

You immediately perk up. “On my way.”

This might be your chance.

I kinda think that I might be his type 'Cause when you're not around, he's not acting too shy Sometimes I feel like he might make a move Is this all in my head? I don't know what to do

Knowing you might sleep over at Ashley’s house, you packed a bag just in case. Her house is only two neighborhoods down from yours, so you decided to walk it instead of drive. If you need to go somewhere, Dean might offer to drive. When you get to her house, you knock on the door. You’d walk in, but her parents are sticklers for keeping the door locked at all times. After a home invasion when Ashley was five, they’ve kept their door locked every day since.

The door opens and your heart skips a beat when you see Dean standing there without a shirt. His sweats hang low on his hips, and you force yourself to keep your eyes on his. You’re wearing one of his old band shirts that you stole from his room a couple of years ago.

“You look good in that shirt,” he smirks.

“Oh, thanks,” you stutter.

He chuckles. “Come on in.” He barely moves out of the way for you, and you squeeze past him. “Mom is making you watch the movie downstairs. I wanna watch, too.”

“What movie?”

“A Quiet Place.”

“A scary movie? You know I’m a scaredy cat.”

Dean smirks and leans in closer to you. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”

Your stomach does somersaults, and you can’t help but blush at his words. You look away before he can see it, but he does. Ashley comes jumping down the stairs, and she grins when she sees you.

“You made it!”

“I brought a bag just in case I sleep over.”

“Smart choice.” She grabs your hand and drags you away from her brother. “You’re gonna love this movie.”

You don’t. You hate scary movies. Ashley is known to fall asleep during movies whether she’s seen them or not, and you look over at her to see her knocked out on the couch. You’re sitting in the middle between her and Dean, and you scoot closer to him subtly. He stretches and lays an arm across the back of the couch, his hand dangerously close to your skin.

The music in the movie suddenly stops, so you know that a jump scare is coming up. You scoot closer to Dean and pull the pillow closer to your face. The anticipation is killing you. Before the jumpscare can happen, you turn and press your face to his chest. His deep chuckle vibrates under your cheek, and he wraps his arm around your shoulder. Suddenly, there is a loud noise, and you nearly jump ten feet out of your skin.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s over. The monster is gone now.”

You lower the pillow and see that the scary part is gone. You pull back only slightly and look up at him. He’s already staring at you, and you blush under his gaze.

“Sorry,” you whisper.

“I’m not.” He lowers the volume on the TV. “So, are you coming to our gig next week?”

“I’ll be there in the front row,” you grin.

“You better.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

He glances down your lips before turning to face the TV. You don’t move from your spot until the movie is over. He’s eight years older than you are, but there is this undeniable attraction between you two. Well, you hope there is. Does he feel the same as you? Will he make a move, or is this all in your head?

I know it's strange I don't know what he's thinkin' But is it wrong if I see him this weekend? I really hope I can get him alone I just don't, don't want her to know

Ashley doesn’t care to go to her brother’s gig, but she has a crush on the drummer. That’s the only reason why she’s going with you. Dean is already gone to set up with his band while you and Ashley are getting ready in her room. She is currently doing her makeup in the bathroom while you put the finishing touches on your outfit.

You wanted to support Dean’s band, so you’re wearing one of his newer band shirts. Paired with it is black denim shorts with a ripped hem, and you have on fishnet stockings underneath it. Your Doc Martens are by the front door that will complete the look. You know Dean will love this outfit. Ashley is dressed a bit more girlie than you with a pink dress and a leather jacket.

Does she know you’re wearing this for Dean? Does she know how much you think about him? You’re hoping to get a few moments alone with him since he gave you two VIP tickets to hang with the band afterward. What would she think if she knew you loved her older brother?

To preserve your relationship with her, you don’t want her finding out. However, you don’t know how much longer you can live on like this without confessing to Dean how you feel.

Only time will tell.

Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah My best friend's brother is the one for me Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah A punk rock drummer and he's 6 foot 3 I don't want to but I want to 'Cause I just can't get him out of my mind And Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah Best friend's brother is the one for me

Your tickets got you to the front of the line, so you were the first ones to enter the stadium. Right at the barricade, you and Ashley are in the middle so that you can see the entire stage. Everyone else files into the place until the pit is crowded with people, and the stands are nearly full. They’re popular and are growing so fast. You remember being at the local bar for their very first gig.

You’re proud of where they are now.

Soon, the band is on stage and the crowd goes wild for them. Dean, with a guitar slung over his shoulder, steps up to the microphone. He scans the crowd before spotting you and Ashley. He winks when he sees you’re wearing one of their band shirts.

“Thanks for coming out! I hope y’all have a good time tonight!”

The songs are good, the energy is popping, and you and Ashley sing every lyric. Honestly, everyone loves them, though, it’s not a surprise. A few of the songs were dedicated to you even though Dean never said your name. You know they are for you. He wrote a song for you when you were a senior in high school. Not even Ashley knows that.

It makes you think that he likes you in the same way you like him.

After the nearly two-hour concert, you and Ashley head backstage with your VIP tickets. She immediately finds the drummer and flirts with him while you seek out her brother. As soon as you find him, you pull him in for a hug.

“You did such a good job! I’m proud of you!”

The second you pull away, his lips are on yours. You freeze as your brain tries to catch up to him, and then you melt into him. You barely kiss him back before he’s pulling away from you. A line had been crossed, but it felt really good to kiss him. He smiles when he sees the desire in your eyes, and you pull him in for another kiss.

“Ew, gross.” You pull away from Dean. “Bitch, that’s my brother.”

“Get over it,” Dean says.

“I better not see you two make out on my bed,” she rolls her eyes. “Come on, let’s go shopping. The mall is still open for another two hours.”

“I’ll call you later,” Dean smirks.

“Okay.” He kisses you again before you two leave. “Are you okay with me dating your brother?”

“Honestly? You’re one of the best people out there. He’s lucky to have you, but I will kick his ass if he hurts you.”

“Thanks, Ash,” you grin. “Don’t worry. I’ll kick his ass first.”

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[its-mayas-world]

A/N: SHE'S BACKKKKKK (Girl no one actually gives a fuck–) Anyway 😀... so this made me depressed when i realised "Shit, I'm never gonna live with him like this fr"

"In the Quiet"

(Spencer Reid x Female!Reader | Established Relationship | Soft Domestic Fluff)

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There’s a stillness that only comes with three things:

1. A freshly made bed.

2. Rain tapping on the window.

3. Spencer Reid curled up against you like a blanket-hungry kitten.

Tonight, you’ve got all three.

He’s tucked beneath your chin, one leg slung across yours like he’s trying to anchor himself there permanently. His hair’s a little messy from the way he burrowed into you, and his glasses are crooked on his face, but he’s warm and soft and home.

Your hand moves in lazy circles on his back, your cheek pressed to his temple. He's mumbling something about quantum probability and the way your heart rates sync when you’re in close proximity—adorable, nerdy stuff that makes your chest ache in that wow-I-love-him-so-much-it’s-stupid kind of way.

Then, like he’s been stewing on it, he says, “Do you think we’ll still be like this in thirty years?”

You hum. “You mean, you curled into me like a human backpack?”

He huffs a little laugh. “Yeah. Exactly like that.”

You lean back just enough to see his face, your thumb brushing his cheek. “Spence, I’d carry you into old age like this if my spine can handle it.”

He smiles—a soft, sleepy smile, the kind you get when someone’s talking about forever and really means it.

“I think we’ll have a house with books stacked in every corner. And a kettle that squeals every time you forget it on the stove.”

“Bold of you to assume I’ll be in charge of the kettle,” you reply.

“Oh, you will,” he says dramatically. “I’ll be busy alphabetising the spice rack and overwatering the plants.”

You giggle, tightening your hold on him. “And what about kids?”

He’s quiet for a second—not the panicked kind of quiet, but the contemplative kind. The safe kind.

“I want that,” he murmurs, voice barely above the rain. “Not now. But… eventually. A little chaos we created together.”

You smile into his hair. “They’d be tiny hurricanes with PhDs.”

“And your sarcasm.”

“And your dimples.”

His fingers toy with the hem of your shirt. “I’d be happy just like this, too. If it was just us. Books and cuddles and rainy nights.”

You nod. “Me too. But I like the idea of watching your hair go grey and you trying to deny it for five years.”

“Rude,” he grumbles. “It’ll go distinguished. Like a silver fox.”

You kiss his forehead. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Grandpa.”

He laughs, real and whole. And then he sighs, melts back into your arms, and whispers, “I love you.”

“I know,” you say softly, brushing your nose against his. “I love you too, future and all.”

And in that quiet moment, with no cases, no danger, no noise—just the steady beat of your hearts—you both believe it. Completely.

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[popcornpoppypop]

Butterfly

A/N: Well, The Pitt dragged my depressed ass back into fanfic writing and this weird, depressed, little guy has wedged himself into my brain and will not leave. Be gentle, it's been a while! I have a few stories with this OC, kind of a series but not really. Enjoy!

Summary: Callie is vet tech with a silly sense of humor. Jack Abbot was immediately obsessed. When she lands herself in The Pitt from a work injury, Jack falls apart.

Warnings: Blood, medical inaccuracies, mentions of death, facial trauma

Word Count: 3,295 (it took me and ran)

It was one of those moments  where everything had to line up perfectly to happen. The butterfly effect some call it. If Callie had stayed home like she wanted to that rainy Tuesday afternoon, she wouldn’t have gone to work and she wouldn’t have had to deal with the aggressive chihuahua and she wouldn’t have gotten bit and she wouldn’t have had to go to the ER and she wouldn’t have met Dr. Jack Abbot and she wouldn’t have flirted her ass off until his face turned beet red and they wouldn’t have gone out for coffee and they wouldn’t have slowly and completely fallen in love. She thinks about it a lot.

“So, what bit you?” Dr. Abbot asks as he pulls his gloves on with a snap.

“The most feared creature in all of veterinary medicine.” Callie sighed, mocking terror.

“What? A rottweiler? German Shepherd?” Jack looked at her with a flat expression.

“Chihuahua. Vicious little fuckers.” Callie snorted. Jack stared at her for a long beat before a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, one he was clearly trying to subdue.

“Never understood why anyone wanted one of those rats in their house anyway.” He said as he pulled the overhead light into position to examine the wound on her forearm.

“Sometimes they can be cute. But it is few and far between, at least when I see them.” Callie winced as Jack prodded at the wound.

“Well, he got you good. We’ll clean the wound out and give you some pain management, antibiotics. Can’t close it though. Dogs mouths are nasty things.”

“Like yours is better?”

“Excuse me?”

“It was a joke. I’m joking. You should give it a try.” Callie winked.  Jack stared again, almost frozen with what to do. He was not unfamiliar with being flirted with at work. Hell, Myrna said some pretty vulgar shit most days. This woman, she was something else. He couldn’t quite figure out why, besides the fact that she was stunning. But pretty people rarely interest him. 

“I, uh, will be back. With antiseptic.” He gave a curt nod, rolled his chair back so hard it flew into the wall when he stood up. He closed the curtain and stomped over to the nurses station.

“Dana you got a nurse free to clean out the wound in 7?”

“They are all taken for the next twenty-ish minutes, can send them that way when I have one.” She said, her readers falling down her nose. Jack fidgeted for a moment before growling as he ran his hands through his hair.

“What’s up your ass? They being that bad?” Dana smirked.

“No. No, that woman is just the kind of person to throw me off.”

“She was very pretty. Nice, too. But you’ve had prettier patients.” Dana looked him up and down, hands on her hips.

“No. No, I haven’t. She’s fucking silly.” Jack groaned, his frustration making his face flush.

“Silly? That’s what does it for you?” Dana didn’t try to hide the laugh.

“Fuck yeah it does. I’ll go clean it. If I’m not out in fifteen minutes, send someone to rescue me.” He grabbed supplies and headed back to bed 7.

“No use, you’re already a goner!” Dana shouted, shaking her head.

Two years later, Callie was still making terrible jokes to make Jack laugh. Others would try to get him to laugh, telling the same jokes, but he wouldn’t flinch. They were only funny when she said them.

They would talk medicine with each other often, Jack was fascinated with the difference between Veterinary medicine and human medicine. Intrigued by the creativity of it. Callie was in awe of how fast emergency medical staff had to think and move, like a well-oiled machine.

Callie was a good technician. She had been doing the job in various forms since she was out of high school. She was efficient and quick. Most days she was quick. Most days she could read a dog or cat like a book. Knew when they were going to bite before they did. Today, she was not so quick. Today her reading was off. She was tired and she thought the cute golden retriever was nice and calm and would be fine to get subcutaneous fluids on her own. The needle went in and the dog turned and took a bite at her face. She fell backwards, the dog was pulled off by her coworker. She felt the warm blood trickling down her neck.

She was confused for a moment, there wasn’t pain. She felt fine, but when she put her hand on her cheek she felt the flesh missing and the blood, she saw the blood. But the pain wasn’t there. It made her panic. Did something happen to her brain? Next thing she knew, paramedics were in front of her asking questions.

“Just get her in the rig before she bleeds out!” one of her coworkers yelled.

“I want to go to Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. My boyfriend works there, please.” Was the last thing she said before she was overwhelmed and passed out.

“We got a trauma coming in, ETA 7 minutes.” Dana called out.

“I swear, I’m never switching shifts with Collins again.” Jack groaned as he grabbed gloves from the wall dispenser.

“She is hard to say no to.” Robby laughed.

“What’s coming?” Langdon asked, practically drooling.

“Uh, looks like a dog bite to the face, female, mid-thirties.” She said looking up to meet Jack’s eyes.

“It’s not her. They would have called you, it’s not her.” Robby patted Jack’s shoulder, it didn’t stop the ice from flowing through his veins.

“Damn, that sucks. That’s why I tell my kids to keep their face away from the dog. You never know. The way some people just act like dogs are stuffed animals is crazy! Maybe she’ll learn her lesson.” Langdon prattled on.

“Shut the fuck up.” Jack growled. Langdon went white and took a few steps back. The paramedics came bursting in with their patient; blood covered the gurney.

“Female, mid-thirties, vet tech was performing treatments on a patient when it attacked. Bite to the face and neck, took some of her cheek with her. She lost consciousness not long after we got there. She requested to come here. Said her boyfriend works here.” The medic said. As Callie’s face came into his view, Jack felt his knees try and buckle.

“Fuck.” Was all he could get out.

“Jack you sit this out. We got her.” Robby pushed him out of the way as he and Langdon brought her into the trauma bay. Jack followed but stopped outside the door.

“Jack! Jack, oh my god! I’m so sorry!” Liz, one of Callie’s coworkers came running up and throwing her arms around him.

“I tried to call you and warn you, my phone wouldn’t get reception in the rig. They wouldn’t radio to let you know, they were kind of pricks honestly.” She rambled.

“Liz what the fuck happened?” Jack asked, his voice strained.

“we were so damn busy today, someone called out and corporate has us on quotas and if the clinic doesn’t make them it’s a whole thing. Anyway, she thought this dog was fine to give subq fluids to alone, she does it all the time. She was off today, kept saying she was tired. He just spun around and got her in the face. God, her cheek was on the floor. Her fucking cheek!” Liz said through tears. Jack put his hands on her shoulders to steady her.

“It’s okay, Liz. You got her here that’s what’s important. Dana? Can you put Liz in the family room? I’ll come by when I have information.” He promised as Dana walked her away.

She was so still as they worked on her. Her face, oozing blood onto the floor, it was thick as it had mixed with her saliva. He could see some of her teeth exposed through the wound. The tear at her neck was less extreme but too close to her carotid for his comfort. He wasn’t paying any attention to what they were saying or really what they were doing.

“You know they have her.” Dana put a hand on his shoulder.

“Wouldn’t let anyone but Robby touch her. Robby and Princess.” He sniffed.

“She’s a tough girl.”

“She’s going to need reconstructive surgery.”

“She’s going to be okay.” Dana squeezed his arm. He stood, still as stone, his expression the same.

Robby came walking out, throwing his gloves in the trash.

“She’s stable, she lost a lot of blood, we gave about two units. Surgery is taking her from here. But she’s going to be okay, Jack.”

“Who’s on surgery today?” Jack didn’t dare take his eyes off Callie.

“Walsh is on trauma. Craig is on for plastics. I made sure they were bringing him in.”

“She was tired today. Liz said she kept saying she was tired.” Jack’s monotone voice made Dana wince.

“This was a freak thing. She didn’t cause anything.” Robby said.

“She was slow because she was tired because I asked her to stay up late with me. There was a stupid eclipse last night. Didn’t get to totality until 2am. She’s here because of me.” There was a slight quiver to his voice.

“No, Jack, don’t do that.” Dana grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to face her. They both know that he’s let her.

“As if she couldn’t look at the stupid fucking moon any other night.”

“Hey! This was not your fault. If it’s anyone’s it’s those damn corporations working them to the bone for fucking quotas! Hell, this is barely the dog's fault!” Dana said, trying to keep Jack’s feet on the ground.

Jack nodded, wanting to stop the talking. He wasn’t going to be convinced this wasn’t his fault.

When Callie was brought out of surgery, her face was bandaged with gauze. It had already started to swell and turn five different shades of purple and blue.  Jack felt a stab to the gut when he saw her. He could only imagine what the pain was like.

It was during the early hours of the next morning when she started to stir. Jack was sleeping in the most uncomfortable chair in the hospital, his hand firmly in hers. She groaned as she tried to open her eyes. Jack felt the slight movement of her hand and was immediately awake.

“Callie? Honey?” He smoothed the hair from her forehead.

“Jack?” She croaked.

“Hey, how are you feeling? How’s the pain?” He asked, searching her eyes for the truth, knowing she would say it wasn’t bad to spare anyone from going out of their way for her.

“It fucking hurts. My face is mincemeat.” She sighed. Jack nodded, hitting the call button and demanding she get more pain relief.

“I’m sorry, love. I shouldn’t have made you stay up late. It wasn’t worth it.” He looked at the ground, ashamed.

“Hey, no. It wasn’t you. It wasn’t anyone. Just one of those things. I don’t regret it.” She tried her best to smile.

“I fucking do.”

“Naw. I got to see an eclipse, I got to see you being a big space nerd.” She squeezed his hand.

“I’m not a nerd.”

“Huge. Huge nerd. I like seeing you like that. Like…it’s what you were like before everything. A little glimpse at ‘Past Jack’. I love this Jack, but you keep that part locked up. I don’t need to question it, I understand. It’s nice when I get to see the whole picture. Besides, corporate is going to be giving me a big check when I blame this on them.” Callie huffed a laugh. Jack nodded looking at the ground, knowing her efforts to assuage his guilt were futile.

“They said it’ll be a few days until you can come home. They got you on some intense IV antibiotics.” He changed the subject away from himself.

“How bad is it?” Callie asked, her voice small. Jack hated it. She was never small. She was big and boisterous and loud and funny and all the things he wasn’t.

“They were able to graft the skin and close the wound.” Jack cleared his throat, he knew what she was really asking.

“Jack…what do I look like?” Her voice wavered.

“I honestly haven’t seen it fully since surgery. What I can see now, you’re swollen and bruised but still you.” He traced little anxious patterns on her hand.

“I want to see.” Callie straightened herself upright.

“I think you have a dressing change soon. But, usually we don’t recommend seeing this kind of thing until it’s more healed.”

“I want to see my face.” The tears were starting to sting her eyes as she fought them.

“Okay. Give me a second.” He grumbled as he got up and went to the nurse’s station.

“What can I do for you Dr.Abbot?” one of them asked, smile plastered on her face that didn’t quite meet her eyes.

“I know she doesn’t have a dressing change for a little bit, but she wants to see it.” He fiddled with a pen on the desk.

“Oh. Um, I can do the change in a bit, but we don’t let them see the damage for at least two days. It’s better once the swelling goes down.”

“I know that. I do. But, she’s set her mind.” “Dr. Abbot, it’s direct medical orders from Dr. Craig that she not see herself for two days, I can’t go against that.”

“Then get him on the phone!” Jack barked, startling the nurses.

“Jack?” Robby called from the end of the hallway, gift basket in hand, “hey man, let’s take a walk.” He pulled him down the hall.

“I’m not being stubborn. She wants to see, I told her why they don’t want to let her, she wants it. I’m going to get her what she wants!” Jack rubbed his hands down his face.

“I know you’re feeling guilty about this, but man, you know how these things go. You can’t be going above doctors heads.”

“Robby, she is going to have scars on her face for the rest of her life because of me. Everyone keeps saying it’s just a random turn of events. It’s bullshit you all are trying to get me to swallow, even her. If we had just gone to bed when we were supposed to none of this would have happened.” His voice was thick with emotion.

“if they had staffed them properly, if they didn’t have outrageous quotas to meet, if they had better equipment, better management none of this would have happened. It doesn’t always come back to you. Even if she had been wide awake and full of caffeine this still would have happened because of all the other shit.” Robby stopped at the end of the hallway.

“She said she’s going to make corporate pay.” Jack sighed.

“as she should.” Robby chuckled. “Look, you need to get your shit together right now. She is going to need you now more than ever. Her whole identity is going to be different. She isn’t going to feel like herself and she is probably going to feel like her appearance is going to drive you away. Show her that’s not true. I swear, if I hear you leave her, it won’t be just me coming for you.”

“I can’t live without her, Robby.” Jack bowed his head to hide the tears.

“I know, brother.” Robby wrapped an arm around him.

“Dr. Abbot?” The nurse cleared her throat. “yeah?”

“Dr. Craig said, and this is him I’m quoting, ‘if that stubborn ass thinks she can handle it he can do the dressing change.’ So, it’s up to you.” The nurse shrugged.

“Get me the dressing change supplies, please.”

“Jack,”

“Robby, she needs to see. We know that the healing process isn’t the same for everyone. I know her. She needs this.” Jack stomped back to the room. When he entered he could see the redness in her eyes, he kept it to himself.

“Robby’s here, is it ok for him to come in? He can help me with the dressing change.” Jack tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.  She nodded, not trusting her voice.  Jack went and grabbed the supplies from the nurse and ushered Robby into the room.

“Hey kid, you scared the shit out of us.” He smiled.

“Gotta keep you on your toes. Must of have been a fun one for the med students.” Callie laughed.

“Oh Jack made sure they weren’t anywhere near you.” Robby laughed.

“I thought this was a teaching hospital? Surely this was good teaching case.” Callie shot Jack a look that could kill.

“Wasn’t going to risk it.” He stated.

“Anyway, everyone downstairs wanted you know they were thinking of you. All chipped in and got you this basket, not a healthy thing insight.” He said putting the basket on the nightstand next to her bed.

“That’s sweet. Thank you. I’m sorry he’s been extra grouchy. I’d keep the interns out of his way for a while.” Callie smiled.

“Way ahead of you.” Robby winked.

“We’re going to change the dressing now, it might sting a bit, you might feel it pull at the skin. Let me know if it’s too much.” Jack pulled his gloves on.

He gently unwrapped the gauze from Callie’s face. The cotton pads that stuck to her face gave some trouble, Callie winced as he pulled them off. The skin was sutured closed and was bruised and red. The sutures went from the bottom of her chin up to her cheekbone with a line going down her neck about three inches. Jack swallowed harder than he meant when he saw it. It looked so painful and dramatic. His chest tightened and he couldn’t speak without breaking.

Robby looked over at him, nudging him to say something, anything. When Jack didn’t move, he took the mirror and handed it to Callie. He held it down in her hands for a moment.

“Remember that the sutures need to be removed and the swelling and bruising will go down. It’s going to be very different.” Robby warned.

“I know.” Callie said.  She lifted the mirror with shaky hands and took in her reflection. She couldn’t stop the tears, she didn’t want to. They flowed silently down her face, stinging the sensitive skin.

“Dr. Craig did a great job. The Sutures are some of the best I’ve ever seen.” Robby told her, trying to give her some solace.

Jack started cleaning the wound, his eyes red. He focused on the medicine. Keeping it clean and dry. Wrapping it up with precision. He had no idea Robby had left until Callie had put a hand to his face, pulling him back to earth.

“I have to ask this question because it won’t stop banging around my brain. I know the answer, I just need to hear it. Will you still think I’m pretty with all of this?” Her voice cracked as she fought through the sobs.

Jack looked at her with shock and disbelief. How could she think he had nothing but devotion for her?

“I love you. I will always love you. You will always be the most stunning woman on the planet. This changes nothing, not for me. You have me, heart and soul. What’s left of them at any rate.” He pulled her in for a soft kiss, tender but delicate, afraid to hurt her further.

“I think that’s what the kids call a simp.” Callie giggled.

“Seriously? Now?”

“Gotta keep you from breaking down completely.” She smiled up at him.

“I love you.”

“Ditto”  

[theocddiaries]

Shadow: Why aren’t you at the party you organized? [sits beside him] Sonic: Oh, I organized it? Because according to my mom, she did. She decorated the house, called everyone, helped Amy with the cake, and bought the gift Manic wanted… Well, that last part’s true, but I saved up for months. Shadow: I know, she kind of took over everything. Don’t worry. As soon as Amy finishes her fifth round of checking if everyone has food and drinks, she’ll notice and give her hell. Sonic: I don’t really care. At least my brother’s having a good time. Look, [shows him the album in his lap]: Sonia brought this and he was looking at the photos. So far, out of 180, I’m in one and a half. Shadow: I’m sure you'll be in more from now on, then. Sonic: Go ahead. [hands him the album] Shadow [flipping pages]: …There’s a little blue thing here. Sonic: Could be. That’s from my birthday, so let's pretend it is me. [sighs]: You probably won’t believe me, but I was the invisible one at home. Manic was the golden boy, Sonia was the princess. I was just there until I wasn’t. Shadow: Well, look at it this way. You did great without her. Even raised a kid on your own while you were only a kid yourself. Sonic: Yeah, I know I’m throwing a tantrum over someone whose opinion shouldn’t matter to me. Shadow: It’s an evolutionary need to want a parent’s validation. You’re being unusually coherent… I’m not helping, am I? Sonic: You are. What I need right now is someone explaining what part of my brain makes me act like an idiot. You’re doing great. Shadow: Okay. It’s been a long time. Maybe she’s changed too, and you could find some understanding. Sonic: Well, her dropping everything to come see her kids is rare— Bernadette [enters the room]: Oh, there you are, Sonic. Come on, I need you. Sonic: You do? Bernadette: Yeah, we’re out of drinks. Go buy more. Honestly, you never do anything, I have to be on top of you all day. [leaves] Shadow: …I didn’t say anything, sorry. [Sonic sighs and Shadow hugs him, kissing the top of his head as Sonic leans into him]

[multiheadcanons]

AS OF WRITING THIS, IT’S MY MOMS BIRTHDAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAX’S MOM! I LOVE YA! MERCS AND THEIR MOTHERS

scout: meet patricia, but her friends call her patty! you do not get to call her patty. patty is a woman with a good head on her shoulders. she’s just tired. eight boys will take it out of you. patricia willis is the matriarch of the willis family. nothing escapes her eye, it’s just a matter of whether or not she wants to do anything about it at that time. the woman is almost always busy, and always getting run ragged behind many grown men. this doesn’t negate her ability to have fun. with a generous sense of humor and always in search of a hearty belly laugh, things with patty can go 0-100 so fast in any and every direction. interacting with patty shows you how scout would behave if scout were a pretty woman. a glass of wine located in one hand, and her phone in the other, nobody can say this woman doesn’t work for her money. she is almost always on the phone. cutting deals, making moves, and getting people whacked. oh yeah. she’s a mob mama. she feels bad sometimes because scout doesn’t call her as often as she would like, and when he does he’s normally wanting to talk to his brothers, or his cousins, and never her. she hears that he’s doing okay. that he’s happy. that his coworkers are nice enough, and he’s making money, and he promises that he’ll come home to visit one day. but he’s always so busy. she feels she brought this upon herself. she could never give her little jer-bear the time he deserved. and he left for it. when she finally managed to track him down for a surprise visit, the team was ecstatic to meet her. and not just because she’s got mob ties. scout has mob ties and that has never made them treat him any nicer. they just wanted to see the woman who created a kid like scout. she keeps a baby picture of him in the tub in her purse, it’s her favorite thing to pull out and show people. the team does get that photo copied so they can all have one. they just love poking fun at this kid whenever they can. she is nice enough to not absolutely mollywhop spy’s shit, but the second spy catches wind of her perfume, he is off the base. he can’t be seen by her. his head will be on a platter.

soldier: meet rose marie, friends call her rosie. an older woman with a no nonsense attitude, the team didn’t get to meet rosie. they just hear of her through soldier. and when he describes her, it makes sense why he is the way he is. oddly respectful, just weird. but she sounded weird. with unconventional punishment methods, and an odd sense of morality. like her work was wrong but the answer was right, and with soldier she got... close. close to correct. but she did love her son. as far as soldier was concerned, she was the best thing in his life. he misses her.

pyro: pyro doesn't know much about their mom. they weren't really given any time to be with them. pyro remembers being bounced around from foster home to foster home, and they don't really remember who was connected to what house. some of them were nicer than others, none of them kept pyro. so at that point... they don't really feel like they had someone they could really call a mom. they remember their older sister, but the memory fades more every day. it's a big reason pyro considers the team their family. the team has never let them go, even when pyro felt like they wanted to. they like that.

demo: meet isla! a firecracker of a woman, there was never a time this woman could be considered "nice", "sweet", "soft", or really any other stereotypically motherly trait. that was the men's job, not hers. it was her job to keep the household running like a tight ship. there was no room for any more people to be easygoing in the degroot line. especially in their line of work, where laziness can, has, and does get them killed. isla is honestly not sure how tavish has survived as long as he has. don't get her wrong, she's happy for it, she loves her boy, but she wouldn't think he made it to thirty. which makes her wonder how tavish makes his money. he urges her to not think about it. he takes care of her and that's all he thinks she should be concerned about. isla does not visit. she doesn't want to attempt to traverse an airport. so demo travels to visit her. this doesn't bother demo, really. it gives him plenty of days off, which is something the rest of the team doesn't seem to do. if anyone wants to join him, he welcomes it. it is easier to handle his mother when there's more than just him there. there's more targets for his mother to focus on. not that she is a woman who is constantly on the attack, it is just difficult, especially since the loss of her vision, to remain focused on just one person, or one thing. she never really grew out of her need to be kept in the know of everything. tavish has slowly been attempting to break her of this habit.

heavy: meet olga! the team would lay their lives down for this woman. heavy does not want that. the team would immediately step to battle for olga. heavy does not want that either. olga is the favorite of the mothers. she is kind, she is humorous, yet she is a very no-nonsense woman and the team loves her for it. they love how they can really just relax around her. heavy never feels like he can relax around his mother. his hands are normally very full with the team in and of themselves, he doesn't want his mother to see that he does, what he considers, a mediocre job at reeling in seven men and a pyro. olga doesn't know the words to tell her son that she doesn't give a shit. that all she wants is for him to be happy, and healthy, and hopefully keeping his head above water. so it does bother her that he is almost always so stressed. but she knows that there isn't enough methods of relaxation in the world for her son. she is very excited for him to retire. she just wants him to relax for a moment. and as she gets to meet the team, especially out of battle, and eventually out of mann co. entirely, she does get why he's decided these people are his friends. they keep him laughing. they keep him loose. they annoy him, but annoyance isn't stress, so she doesn't mind when her son lets out an exhausted groan. she's just happy he's living what can only be considered the closest thing to a normal life he can get.

engineer: engineer misses his mom. she passed shortly after he inherited the job at teufort, and she was one of the best women engineer ever had the honor of being related to. meet lillian, though most everyone knew her as lily. she was what the conaghers called the artist. every family had to have one, and she filled that role beautifully. and dell is glad for it, because her artistic eye influenced his mechanical mind. it made him more creative. it made him think outside the box more. and most of the conaghers would admit that they are not the most out there people. they do their jobs, they do it well, and they leave it at that. but his mother made the world seem more like something to be conquered, and less like something to resist being swallowed by. and she was never unafraid to get her boots dirty. engineer spent a lot of time around his mother. at least he feels like he did. he tried to spend as much time with her as he could. he did have to spend a lot of time around his dad. so his siblings got to be around his mother more than he did. but he was grateful for any moment he got to have with her. he just misses her.

medic: meet greta! greta was always a wild woman, and you would probably never meet another woman who is as vicious, intelligent, or frankly beautiful. though, if you tell her that, she will downplay the compliments. when interacting with greta, it makes a lot of sense where the doctor gets… pretty much most of his personality. she is loud, and silly, with some of the most uncalled for questions she can come up with. and the doctor always stayed around his mother. more than his father. and then his father died and that ended the opportunity for him to come out as anything other than a male version of his mom. greta, according to all who interact with her, is a wildfire of a woman with an imagination bigger than she should be handling, but dammit does she have a hold on that brain of hers. she is fairly certain she would lose her head despite it being attached to her neck. they have the same smile. along every wall in her home are photos of her two favorite men. professional photos of her husband (god rest his soul), her son’s many degrees and educational accolades, as well as some news clippings of the start of his life of crime. she thinks he looks very handsome in his mugshots! on the mantle of her home is her husband’s ashes. she misses her husband every day. but she gets to look at her son and see him, as well. he looks an awful lot like him. greta is beloved by the team. they don’t get to see her often, as the doctor usually goes to visit her, but greta being on the base is grounds for many bad decisions and fun stories. and she’s a beast in the kitchen. and the doctor is in much better spirits with his mother around! though, depending on your relationship with the man, could be just as much of a bad thing as it is a good thing. she loves watching her son work! she will tell him she never had a chance to accomplish the great things he does. and he hates when she speaks of herself that way. they don’t argue, and the doctor is more than happy to help tell a few stories of his childhood.

sniper: i don't think that snipes' parents have canon names, so i'm gonna give her one. meet jane! always known as a kind woman, mick was the best thing that ever happened to her, and she's not ashamed to admit that! the sudden appearance of a child in her life allowed her to truly shine as the homemaker she not only wanted to be, but was essentially destined to be. she had a tight hold on the mundy household, and ensured it ran as smoothly as any household with a rowdy, random boy crashed into. objectively the nicer and more supportive parent between her and her husband, it did turn snipes' into a mama's boy. he adores his ma. he would do anything for her, and if his parents were coming for a visit (which is very rare because sniper didn't think he would be able to explain everything) everyone takes off. they will not battle, just so sniper doesn't have to do too much to keep his parents both comfortable and out of the know. she thinks the team is... odd. but they're nice enough to her boy. so she doesn't really care. as long as they're looking out for him, she doesn't mind the team at all. and they adore her. they think she's funny, and truly just a doll. jane gives away that snipes likes to bake. she forces him in the kitchen to help her out, and it hits the team like a train that all of the pastries are normally him. they almost wonder how they didn't figure that out sooner, it's not like he's great at pretending.

spy: spy doesn't speak of his family often. what he's mentioned offhandedly, that the team has bothered to remember, is that his mother was a very mild mannered woman. usually quiet, and never showing herself, at least to spy, to be a woman of a rough nature, she was the softest experience spy ever had. and he didn't want to experience anything softer. his mother was a kind woman. a sweet woman. a motivated, and motivating woman. she was a good person. a hard worker, and a respectable lady. she passed shortly after spy became an adult. he thinks of her often. but who wouldn't?

[lostintransist]

Miss Missy is Missed

@miss-vanta-likes-to-write 😘😘 I diverged from the plan slightly but I hope her story doesn't disappoint. Divider credits: @/thecutestgrotto

MDNI 18+ CW: nipple play, body worship, praise kink discovery, cunnilingus, fingering, P in V (wrap to tap), pregnancy

One night a month Missy could cut loose. One. And this…asshole jerk shit smear man would not leave her alone. She had tried three times to politely end the monologue he was subjecting her to and get back to her friends.

She had a cute face. It got her into too many damn situations she couldn’t easily talk her way out of. The leather strapless body suit she had laced into place pushed her small breasts to their best viewing place and covered everything to her ankles. Missy didn’t wear any necklaces today. Instead, she chose to show off her smattering of tiny sparkle and moon tattoos that covered her shoulders like stardust. They went well will her space buns and hoops that brushed her neck as she turned her head.

Before the fourth time of trying to make a graceful exit, a hand appeared on the bar between them. Glancing from the ringless left hand to the face attached to it Missy was taken a bit back by the beautiful man who smiled at her. He winked before turning over his shoulder. She couldn’t tell the color of his eyes in the dim of the club but even under the various flashing lights, the warm brown of his skin ticked a box they had in common.

“Thanks for keeping her company.” Turning back to her he smiled again, the soft movement of his cheeks made Missy want to reach out and pinch them. “Ready to go find a table?”

Eyeing him, suspicious of his motives, but in a desperate need to escape the man who had effectively trapped her at the bar, Missy grabbed her drink.

“After you,” Missy offered with a smile.

Always with a smile. Can’t have anyone who might be mad about a recent article snapping a photo of her being angry.

“Next time,” the unnamed man settled a hand at the small of her back, lightly directing, inviting her to move with him. “You can be mean and tell him to fuck off.”

Missy laughed, “No, men can say fuck off. I’m supposed to be cute until someone saves me, so thanks!”

She patted him on the chest and moved past to rejoin her friends. Missy didn’t make it two steps before the fingers on hers had her turning back.

“I didn’t catch your name,” his eyes are pressing into her as if his gaze carried weight. “I’m Kyle.”

Lifting her fingers to shoulder height, Missy squeezed Kyle’s hand once.

“I didn’t throw it, but you can call me Mychael. Have a good night, Kyle.”

He let her go this time, but Missy could feel his eyes tracing over her curves. Doctors would call her overweight but since she was neither white nor a man she would never fit into the tiny boxes medicine said she needed to exist in. Life got better after she moved out of her parent’s house and could learn to embrace not being thin like her mother.

Sliding into the booth next to her friends, Crystal caught her eye from across the table.

“What was that about?” Crystal’s eyes glanced to where Missy could only assume Kyle still watched.

Rolling her eyes Missy took a sip of her drink to give herself a second to think.

“My cute ass gets saved from creepy men again.”

“And what about the cute ass you left behind?” Crystal lifts a well-formed brow.

“What about it? Yeah, he was cute but you and I both know a cute face won’t move me,” Missy taps a nail against the tabletop, “Specially not with Addie at home. I can’t take risks like that anymore.”

“Didn’t Angela tell you to not worry about hurrying home?” Crystal tilted her head as if to say, take advantage of your free night.

Missy sipped her drink. Kyle was fit. The stretch of his short-sleeved shirt around his biceps spoke to a man who knew how to work.

“You know what, Crystal? I am going to cut loose for one damn night. But if I don’t get an orgasm out of this, I am blaming you.”

Crystal burst out in laughter, nearly spitting her fruity drink across the table.

Taking a fortifying swallow of her drink, Missy glanced around the bar; she located him. Kyle laughed with a man who even across the bar she could tell had committed to a full mohawk. Catching Kyle’s eye, she crooked a finger at him.

Kyle lifted a brow. At Missy’s nod, he slapped his friend on the shoulder and wandered over.

“You in need saving again?” His eyes sparkled in the flashing lights as he peered down at Missy.

“In fact I am. Do you dance?” Missy stood, pushing her drink to the center of the table.

“Well.” Kyle’s eyes drifted down her body and back up, “There are a lot of things I do well.”

“Easy there, let’s see if you can keep up before you start dreaming up scenarios where I end up face down,” Missy smirked.

Damn, man could dance. He took the lead, hands caressing Missy in a way that hinted at more. By the third song, Missy could feel her panties starting to chafe with how wet they had become. Snatching up her purse, she met Kyle at the front door. Crystal got a text and a confirmation that Missy’s location was on and shared since she had long abandoned the table.

He pressed a kiss to the sweat at her temple. His hand never left her through the drive to his home. They chatted, nothings and small quips passing the time between the bar and his flat. The tingle of anticipation settled in all of Missy’s limbs. Kyle’s thumb brushed over some of her back tattoos, distracting her from her train of thought.

When the car finally arrived, they climbed onto the sidewalk and into the apartment building. Missy studied him in the mirrored walls of the elevator. Kyle had one arm securely around her waist and his nose brushing against her shoulder. The heat from his breath sent shivers spiraling down her arms and across her back. In the small box, she could nearly taste his cologne. Her fingers twitched in her reflection. She couldn’t wait to dig her nails into his back as she gasped for breath.

It had been too damn long since she had felt the weight of a man. Thinking it over one of the last times had been getting pregnant with her daughter. Damn. Addie’s fifth birthday would be in a few months. It had been damn near six years since she had been touched, loved, held, fucked.

“It’s been a while for me,” Missy lifted her hand closest to Kyle, letting her fingers dig into the joint at his neck.

He melted like an ice cream you buy from the nice man who drives real slow down the street, playing music like the pied piper to pull every child to his window. A moan of pleasure-laced pain filled the space as she worked at the knot she found there.

“Let me call you baby and I’ll go as slow as you need. If I don’t get at least two orgasms out of you before I cum I have not done enough and I owe you a thousand.”

Languid would not have been the word Missy expected to use when being fucked silly by Kyle.

When they had entered his flat, he had taken a moment to turn on lamps strategically placed throughout the space. The warm light gave the space an inviting feel. Light music filled the space, something haunting but without words. The sound of running water came soon after.

Her opinion of him rose. What kind of man didn’t need a reminder to wash his hands before touching a woman?

Missy set her purse on a small table near the front door and slipped her heels into the space between the legs.

Kyle stepped up behind her. His socks silenced his approach. His hands settled on either hip, fingers digging into the flesh there. Nose on her shoulder again he posed his first question.

“Can I kiss these? They’ve been driving me wild all night.”

The gravel in his voice went straight to her lady bits.

“Be my guest, they are some of my favorite tattoos so far,” Missy replied breathlessly.

His plush lips worked slowly, peppering kisses across every speck of skin that boasted a tattoo. By the time he had reached the back of her neck, she yearned for more contact, Missy grabbed both his hands and lifted them to her breasts.

Kyle smiled as he kissed her.

“Needing more attention, baby?”

“Yes,” the breathless reply hitched at the end as his clever fingers began to circle.

Her nipples fought against the pressure of the leather, preening for attention.

Missy snaked a hand between their bodies to pull at the strings holding her into her outfit. Kyle caught her hand.

“Let me unwrap my present,” his other hand left her breasts and held both her wrists neatly in his large grip. “I am nearly done kissing these beautiful shoulders.”

Her breasts were pushed together with her hands pinned in front of her and Kyle could reach both nipples with one hand. Whining a bit in her throat, Missy tugged lightly to free her hands.

Kyle kissed his way to her ear, “Use your words, baby.”

“I would rather bite off my own tongue,” she panted. His fingers circled and circled and circled the tips.

“Mmm, let’s change this up then.” Kyle stepped back, hands readjusting to hold to one of hers and leave her breasts bereft of contact, Missy stumbled after him into a bedroom dressed in greens and browns. A well-made bed, with a duvet and decorative pillows, welcomed them. Kyle turned back to look at Missy with a mischievous look in his eye, before she could question he lifted her hand and spun her. She now stood facing the bed as her head swirled slightly.

Tugging lightly at the bunny ear knot, Kyle loosened her outfit. Missy slapped a hand to the bodice.

“Let it go, baby. I want to discover the shape of you.”

Biting her lip Missy let the outfit fall. Kyle moaned behind her like someone had pegged him for the first time. She had always been a quiet lover, but his gentle caress nearly pulled breathy moans from her chest.

“Goddesses are shaped like you,” his words of worship whispered into her ears as his hands trailed down from her armpits to the place where her jumpsuit pooled at her waist.

Kyle’s thumbs dug under the fabric. He kissed down her spine, lowering her clothes until his nose settled between her ass cheeks.

“Step.” Missy did as directed, “You’re so responsive.” That shouldn’t have made her hands shake disturbing the duvet as she used it for balance. “Once more. Look at that thong, what a good choice you made. What a good girl you are, listening so well.”

Lord have mercy. Missy didn’t think she had a praise kink but goddamn, if he kept talking like that he might keep his offer of money. The sound of her clothes hitting the floor behind her did not cause her to look.

No, all of Missy’s focus was on Kyle and how his nose ran down the crease of her ass. He moved closer and closer to her aching hole. Burying his face between the plush of her thighs, Missy let out a squawk. Kyle’s tongue wet everything he could reach of her. Falling forward to her forearms on the mattress Missy felt her feet shift wider to accommodate Kyle kneeling so close behind her.

“There she is, built like a goddess and dripping the nectar of eternal life.”

Missy skin radiated heat. The way he spoke about her would haunt every masturbation to follow. One of his hands wrapped around her ankle, the other slid a finger under the string of her thong. He traced the string between her ass cheeks, a firm pressure circling her tight hole before continuing. Missy shoved her face into the bend of her elbow.

Panting before he even touched her clit, Missy moaned into the mattress as his finger shifted back and forth over her opening.

“Any reason to keep these whole?”

It took damn near all her focus to process the question.

“Send me home with a pair of boxers and you can rip them apart with your teeth,” Missy muttered.

The sounds barely made it past her lips when Kyle had left her lower lips and the sound of a drawer opening and closing reached her ears. The chill of scissors at the base of her spine heightened her arousal all the more.

A slow snip and her g-string lost all tension. Glancing to the bedside table Kyle’s hand appears in her vision before retreating. All that is left is a pair of medical scissors.

The hand at her ankle starts traveling. It rose with gentle pressure until it reached the apex of her thighs and ripped her underwear off. Cool air slapped at her hole. Kyle blew back and forth on the sensitive skin until his panty-snatching hand was back and spreading her lips.

“God above Kyle, where did you learn this?” Missy sounded exasperated but would do nearly anything for him to touch her.

“Dated a cougar once. She wanted a young buck who could keep up with her. Learned a thing or seven. Now take a deep breath for me, baby.”

Missy did as directed and promptly screamed it out into her arm as his lips wrapped around her clit and suckled. The tip of his tongue eased her clit from its hood. He suckled harder when it appeared. Pulling the skin around in his mouth too, he labored at her cluster of nerves. When a finger nudged at her entrance Missy nearly shot up the damn bed.

Kyle pressed himself in further as he maintained a hard suck on her clit. The pressure from his head and the forceful direction of his finger had her lying flat and spreading her legs further apart for him.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

The mantra became a babble as Kyle released his hold on her clit as he pulled his finger from her body at the same time.

He laid the flat of his tongue at the parting of her lips. Wetting the hair he found there he rolled his head back until his tongue could dive into her wetness. Missy clawed at the bed as Kyle fucked her with his tongue.

“Arch for me, baby,” his tone came out commanding even as the words were interspersed with slurps and the slick sounds of his tongue.

Missy did as he demanded.

She really did scream this time.

Kyle clamped her clit and one nipple in a pinch simultaneously. His mouth never stopped moving. His teeth nipped at her lips, tugging them as she squirmed. Switching hands he repeated the process.

When two fingers slid lewdly into her body and stretched Missy found herself thrown off a cliff into an orgasm.

His fingers never stopped moving as he licked up every bit of her arrival that slid down his arm and between her legs. When Missy could see again she reached back to push him away.

“Kyle, it’s too much,” she whined weakly.

The hand not busy sending her to the moon captured both her weakly flailing hands

“Give me one more and I fuck your goddess’ body like a whore. Come on, baby. You’re doing so, so good. There you are. Look at you taking these fingers like you were made for it,” he cooed at Missy as her muscles tightened down.

The appearance of his warm, wet mouth on her clit sent Missy spiraling. Her legs gave out. Kyle cleaned her with his tongue again, moans of pleasure and simpering about her taste chased each other through Missy’s ears.

Satisfied, Kyle’s heat disappeared from her senses.

When his heat returned it was not diffused by clothes but sticks to Missy’s back with skin to skin. The thick length of his manhood settles against her. This is one of those times she thanks any god listening she had Addie naturally, had she not had a baby Missy was sure that Kyle would cause some damage.

“Up we go baby, spread yourself nice and wide over my bed. I want you to use every bit of it,” Kyle’s fingers dug into her hips lightly as she shifted to lay diagonally.

His hands stay on her even as she lays face down. He shifts first her right foot a tad further out and then her left.

“Prop that pretty ass up for me baby. Yeah just like that,” Kyle praised her as the mattress dipped under his weight. “Hold it like that until I’m in and then relax.”

His thick dick notched at her entrance, the stretch burning this side of painful. Missy fought for air as her chest bucked under the effort of breathing. Kyle leaned forward, pressing his body into hers as his forearms bracketed her ribs. His nimble fingers slid between the duvet and her ribs and took a nipple in each hand. Working up his thrusts he played with the sensitive buds. He really got into a rhythm when Missy let out a whimpering cry if Kyle sunk his teeth into her shoulder as he bottomed out and twisted her nipples with a vicious twist. That little trick only worked three times before Missy shook so hard she dragged Kyle with her into the world-shattering orgasm.

When Missy can see again, she finds herself on the toilet. At least Kyle knew how to help prevent UTIs. Damn. He was such a good fucking lay, there was no way that he would want anything beyond this from her. Blinking tiredly, Missy finished her business and stood on shaky legs. At the sound of the faucet running Kyle appeared in the bathroom.

“Come on sweet girl, let’s get you to bed.” His sharp eyes dragged over her body even as he tucked her into his bed, “Can I wake you with an orgasm?”

Missy had never been woken with an orgasm before and had to put a moment of thought into it before she replied.

“Fingers and mouth, I think I would freak out if I woke up with you over me,” Missy’s eyes are drooping closed even as the words leave her mouth.

Kyle did exactly as she asked, reviving her with a startlingly strong orgasm as she entered the waking world before pushing her into a mating press and blowing his load another time. As Missy lay, stunned and noodle-boned, Kyle moved around his room before disappearing from the edges of her vision.

Sitting up, finally, Missy found her outfit from last night tucked into a bag with a set of sweats next to it, and a coffee and a croissant. Dressing slowly, she brought everything to the coffee table. Settling it on the table she pulled out her phone and ordered a ride to get home. Kyle appeared before her ride did, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips as his hand settled at her hip.

“I had fun. I get the feeling you’re not one for many one-night stands, but if you are in need of a rough night? I would kill to do that again.” Kyle’s words dripped with sincerity.

Pleasantly surprised, but pleased Missy smiled coyly up at him.

“If we end up at the same party again I might just take you home instead.”

It took nearly five months before Missy and Kyle ended up in the same room.

Their time together had left her with an unexpected but welcome surprise. Kyle didn’t seem like the type to want the commitment but like with Addie she would give him a chance to meet his daughter. Missy had no way to contact him, nothing beyond his name and a couple of blank socials that popped up when she searched him every week. She was a week away from hiring a PI to track the man down. When she returned to his flat she found it lived in by an elderly Indian couple who couldn’t help her locate the prior tenant.

Five months into a second pregnancy would always be harder to hide than a first; her body had done this once and knew how to stretch for growth. That had actually been what gave it away. The fucking round ligament pain. A deep ache, below her abs stretched from her uterus to her back. She had never experienced outside of pregnancy sent her scrambling to the corner store, Addie in tow.

After settling Addie in with a bit of screen time with a limit Missy snatched up one of the random tiny paper cups that littered her cupboards. She made the mistake of buying them a single time and after Addie ripped open the package and used over half of them for, well, everything she could think of, Missy didn’t buy them again.

Pregnancy tests always recommended to use the first pee of the day, to ensure there would be enough HGC to confirm, but Missy would throw up if she had to wait any longer. Managing to avoid peeing on her hand she set the small cup on the counter, washed her hands, and called her Angela.

Angela had been her second nanny and still acted more like a mother than her own blood did. She picked up on the third ring.

“Hello, my Missy. How are you today?”

The comforting sound of Angela’s voice pricked tears to Missy’s lash line.

“Freaking out.”

Missy can hear Angela shift on the other end of the line, all her attention being focused on the call.

“What happened? Are you safe? Is Addie okay?”

“Um, Addie is okay. She’s watching some random video about space right now,” Missy hedged.

She didn’t want to do this to Angela again. Angela had been her first call when she found herself pregnant from a relationship that more closely resembled her parents, loveless and spite-filled than she cared to admit. The shame that welled up in her chest nearly had Missy ending the call.

“Mychael,” Angela pulled out her mom voice, “I can hear you panicking. Tell me what is going on.”

Missy sobbed into her fist. Three hard sniffs and she could breathe again. When her words came out they were small and scared. “I need to take a pregnancy test, can you stay on the line with me?”

“Oh honey,” the softness, love oozing through the line soothed the fears that Missy harbored about being unlovable for her mistakes. “What step are you on?”

“I have a cup of pee on the counter and the unopened test,” Missy replied, wiping at her nose.

“Good, then can you open the box?” Angela coached her through the steps.

Missy had bought the cheapest one they had, all her friends who had more than one kid swore by the cheap ones. They all claimed they worked faster and better than the overpriced ones that read ‘PREGNANT’ or ‘NOT PREGNANT’. Dipping the small stick until the color shifted showing it had absorbed enough Missy laid it on the foil that had been inside the box.

“Angela, I’m so worried. What am I going to do if I am pregnant?” Missy turned around to face the wall, unable to bear watching.

“You have options dear. You know I will keep Addie if you need to make an appointment, or will knit you a baby blanket if you make a different kind of appointment.” She would too. Angela was a staunch defender of making choices that saved women, not potential. “What made you want to test?”

Sighing Missy turned as she replied, “Round ligamen— holy fuck! That shouldn’t be showing a second line yet! It’s been less than a minute.”

Angela laughed in her ear, “Missy, if you were having that pain of course the test would show that immediately. A body knows. Can you contact your last partner?”

Rocked into shock by the swiftness of the answer Missy nodded. Then realizing she did not have Angela on a video chat, confirmed verbally. They spoke for a few more minutes until the numbness started to wear off. It took a week for Missy to find an answer she could live with; she had always wanted two kids.

Mychael “Missy” Cooper haunted Kyle’s daydreams. All his dreams really.

He wanted a family, badly. It was never a desire he discussed with his teammates. Price wanted a ‘traditional’ wife at home and children who looked up to him, Ghost wanted nothing to do with the potential of kids and avoided women as a byproduct. Soap, his best friend, wanted to play life with a wife and a catholic state of mind. Kyle didn’t want anything like that, but explaining that he wanted to step into something half-built, to fill a hole left by someone else titillated his senses was not a matter he wanted to discuss. Or unpack for that matter.

His sister had invited him, informed him he would be attending actually, to a mingle for his nephew’s fancy school. Having a soldier who could brush shoulders with some of the hoity-toity folks and share chats about common acquaintances would help keep the heat off his sister being a single mother.

A laugh, one that echoed in his footsteps, had Kyle snapping his head around. Scanning every face he cursed himself for being so on edge. Like the fool he always accused Soap of being, he forgot to get her number before letting her out his front door. There. Lord above, she was radiant.

Missy wore her hair natural today, tight curls forming a small halo afro, draped in a purple dress and an elegant scarf around her neck she looked more radiant than he remembered her.

Excusing himself from the conversation flowing around him with a smile Kyle worked his way across the large room. A man with lascivious eyes stared down at Missy as she smiled up at him politely. Stepping up behind her Kyle leveled the man with his soldier’s face. When the interloper caught sight of the danger Kyle tilted his head to the side, a clear message to excuse himself.

The man left gracelessly, without a word. Missy’s brow puckered as her eyes trailed after her former conversation partner. Kyle leaned close, careful not to touch her as he spoke in her ear.

“Does this count as a party you would take me home from?”

She spun with a squeak. God, the sounds she made haunted him.

“Hi Missy,” Kyle let the smile tugging at his lips free.

The way her lips parted had Kyle wanting to put them to use. His sister would never let him live it down if he went home with a date from her son’s school mingle. Fuck it.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Of course, you would show up at my daughter’s school party.”

Now that was not the reply he expected. Lifting a brow he let his gaze drift down her form.

“Oh?”

The shape of her dress is not quite what it should be, there is no pattern to explain the way it draped funny. Dragging his eyes up to Missy’s he waited his turn to speak, to convince her to let him spread her open again and again and again.

“Turns out my IUD needed replacing about six months ago. I would have told you this information sooner but by the time I swung by your apartment you had moved.”

That first sentence did not make any sense to him whatsoever. Kyle tilted his head ever so slightly as his nose scrunched.

Missy sucked in a breath, blowing it out through her nose.

“My daughter,” she laid a hand against her stomach, sliding it down until the fabric laid taut to a shape found only in one state of life, “is about to have a sister. I have been looking for you to give you the chance to be a part of our daughter’s life.”

Understanding rocked him. This conversation discombobulated him more than falling out of Nik’s helo. Glancing from stomach to face, Kyle searched Missy’s open expression for any lies hidden in her eyes.

Never in his wildest dreams did Kyle expect to actually find a family, half-formed and in need. That it would include the woman he woke hard with yearning for? All the better.

Stepping forward, slowly, so slowly he could have been mistaken for a statue he ducked his head toward Missy’s. His hand lifted, waiting for her nod. She nodded. He settled it on the hard bump of baby.

“I would love nothing more than to worship you as I learn to love you and our daughters.”

Missy sucked in a breath eyes widening at his words, at the ownership, the claim the sentence held.

“Well, guess I might actually take you home from this party then,” Missy joked.

Kyle’s lips twitched, this gift would be so much better than he could have ever expected.

“Come and meet my sister.”

The thought behind his words rang loud in his head, come and meet my family, let me make you my family.

“And tell her what exactly?” Missy’s smile didn’t slip, but her stomach tightened under his hand.

“We tell her that I met someone and was an idiot who forgot to get the number for the woman who haunts my dreams and see if she would like to set up a playdate with my nephews.”

Missy’s smile took on a cat in the creme kind of quality.

“You really like taking charge of things don’t you?”

Kyle laughed, full and loud, headless of the eyes that fell on them for it.

“Baby, you have no idea.”

Masterlist

[xserpx]

"And you know all about it, I’m sure. Because you went to Oxford. But you didn't finish it, though, did you? For all your books, and your poetry, and your snooty music. You failed."

ENDEAVOUR 8.02 Scherzo

[libidinous-weeb]

every time a female character in a male written anime/manga decides to quit fighting or being a “tomboy” for a shitty boring male protagonist, another far right incel is born

[bi-writes]

simon knows something is wrong as soon as he comes home. (a little 18+, f!reader)

you're sitting on the floor of the living room. there's acrylic paint in your hair, and you're crying, eyes red and puffy cheeks wet. you're sitting around a floor of strewn about toddler toys, and you're rubbing your chest in the way that simon knows means your breasts are sore.

he shuts the door behind himself. there's dishes piled up in the sink. he smells something that's burnt. the kitchen table is littered with remnants still from breakfast, and there's clean laundry still piled up in the basket, forgotten next to the couch.

"wot the fuck is happenin'?"

you jump a little when you hear his voice, as if it's the first time you've noticed something in your house is different. you want to smile at him, but it falls short. simon kicks his boots off, hanging his jacket up, and he lets out a deep breath as he kneels down in front of you.

"hey, baby," he murmurs. you sniffle, wiping your face, and simon cups your cheeks to make you look at him. "wot happened?"

"he hates me," you whisper. "h-he hates me, simon, h-he said it."

"who hates ya, swee'eart?"

"joe," you whine. "i told him...i told him you wouldn't be here for supper, and he..." you start to cry. "he said he hates me. he wants you, he only wants you. he hates me..."

simon sucks on his teeth under the mask, shaking his head.

"mm...and where's our sweet girl then?"

"s-sleeping."

"havin' a nap?" he kisses you softly. "olright. time to pump, huh, love?" he cups under your breast tenderly, rubbing over your sore nipple. you sigh, nodding, and he nudges his nose against yours. "olright. you 'ave a go. take a nice bath. have somethin' ta eat."

you collapse against his chest in a fit of soft tears. he wraps an arm around your shoulders, holding you close, and he rubs your back gently.

"we'll 'ave a chat," simon murmurs. "sort this out."

"i-i'm sorry, simon."

"no need ta be sorry, baby. i've got it."

"i...i wanted to have it, too. i wanted..."

simon rubs a thumb over your face gently.

"you do, baby. you've got it. i know you do. there now, that's a girl..."

it takes a few minutes to get you to go into your shared bedroom. when he sees you relaxed as you get your breast bump, he makes his way down the hall, to where your son's bedroom door is just ajar.

when he pushes it open, it creaks. simon sighs as he sees your little boy sitting on the carpet, playing with his trains. he's quiet, which is unusual; when he comes home, normally his son is bounding towards him, jumping up and down, so happy and excited to see his father. now, he looks shy, and he won't acknowledge him.

"oi," simon murmurs gently. "that a way to greet me, lad?"

his son just shrugs. he looks up at him, the picture of shame, and simon closes the door behind him as he takes a seat on the little bed. it creaks under his great weight, but it holds up. simon looks positively funny—he takes up most of the bed, and he has to hunch over to get closer to his son.

"i missed you very much. been gone awhile, haven't i?"

his son just shrugs again.

"'n i come home, and i see y'r mum covered in rubbish, very upset. would y'like ta tell me wot tha's about? huh, joe?"

his son, predictably, just shrugs.

"y'r mum thinks y'hate her," simon continues. "tha' true?"

shrug.

"oi," simon's voice hardens, but it's still gentle. "i'm havin' a conversation with you, lad. i'd like it very much if y'gave me y'r attention."

joe finally stops touching his trains. he sniffles, looking up at simon, and simon tilts his head to the side. when they meet eyes, simon tries to be less intimidating. he wants his son to know he's done something wrong, but he doesn't want to scare him.

"y'r mum thinks you hate her. tha' true?" he asks again. when joe shakes his head, simon narrows his eyes. "then why'd ya say it?"

"wanted a lolly."

"uh huh. but mummy said it was supper time, didn't she?"

"yeah."

"so you hate her?"

"no."

"then why'd ya say it?"

"i dunno," joe shrugs. he frowns a little, thinking, and simon is satisfied with this reaction. punishing joe never works; taking away his toys, his coloring books, playtime, it never works. joe is like you—too smart for his own good. he learns when he's confronted with the truth. "i wanted..."

"ya wanted to hurt her," simon finishes. "like you think she hurt you."

joe turns back to his trains. simon sits up, taking a deep breath.

"one day," simon murmurs, "y'r gonna love someone the way i love y'r mummy."

"i am?" joe is interested. he turns his head a little, blinking up at his dad, and simon just nods. realistic. honest.

"right," simon tells him. "y'r gonna love them 'n y'r gonna wanna protect them, like i want to protect y'r mum. you can't stop everyone from hurtin' them, but i would hope that at least it...wouldn't be family. tha's y'r mum, mate. i remember when y'were the size of a tiny bean, inside of her tummy, yeah? she was so happy. 'n when y'were born, she cried so much. said y'were the most wonderful thing, said she would love you more than anythin', more than me." simon chuckles. "was a bit jealous of ya for a bit, won't lie. 'n she does. loves you with all of herself. tells me all the time."

"she does?" joe's eyes are big and bright now. he feels bad. he's sad.

"tha's right," simon mutters. "'n when i'm gone, i'm not here to protect y'r mum, so i thought you'd be a big help, but here we are, joe. 'n y'r mine, mate, all mine, but y'r mum is special to me, y'hear tha'? she's my special girl. my special girl tha' loves you more than herself, so i need you to go tell her y'r sorry, and i need you to mean it."

joe stands up onto his little legs, and simon watches as he toddles over to simon. simon scoops him up into a big hug, and joe wraps his arms around his neck and buries his face into his shoulder.

"i'm sorry," joe whimpers, and simon rubs his little head gently. "i-i don't hate her, i-i got...m-mad..."

"tha's olright," simon whispers. "you can get mad. but ya can't hurt y'r mum. she does oll the heavy liftin' when 'm gone, and...can't do tha'. won't 'ave it."

"i-i won't. i-i won't anymore—"

"good lad..."

when it's quiet in the house, and the babies are sleeping, simon is rubbing lotion into your hands gently. you're tired from feeding the baby, and you're tired from scrubbing the paint out of your hair, but now simon is home, and he's here, and your son sobbed in your arms blubbering about how much he loves you, how he's sorry.

"you come home, and everything..." you sniffle, "everything just gets better again. i-i...why am i so bad at this, simon?"

"you're not bad," simon tells you. "i'm the bastard, baby. the one leavin' ya here...all alone..." he sighs. he pushes your hair out of your face, thumbing at your cheek. "work so hard, love. make my life so easy."

"easy?" your eyes water. you reach up and clutch his forearm, leaning into him. "what you do is so hard, simon. a-and...and so scary."

simon shakes his head, meeting your eyes. you look tired. you look beautiful, but you look tired, and he feels it—he knew one day he would feel it, but he didn't realize that day would come so soon. it's time. it's time for him to come home. it's time to put the papers in, to stomach the desk job, to bite the bullet, because he won't leave you and come back like this. not again. he can't do it. not to you.

"my pretty girl," simon mutters. he licks over his teeth, moving his hand lower to cup your jaw in a big palm. you arch up to meet him, fisting his shirt, and you open your mouth as he bends to kiss you. his tongue is hot against yours; he devours you from the inside out, kissing you wet and eager. you whimper softly, sinking into him, and he smiles into the kiss when he feels you nearly liquefy underneath him. "open, swee'eart."

you do. you let your jaw hinge and mouth fall open, and you accept his fingers easily. you tongue at the pads of his fingers, closing your mouth around them and sucking softly. when he removes them, he slips them under the shirt you wear, where he finds you soft and warm and wet between the thighs. he tucks his fingers under the gusset of your panties, and he feels all the blood swell into his cock when he has to feel between a nearly full bush to find your puffy clit.

"didn't want to touch it while you were gone," you whisper.

"yeah?" simon smirks, slipping two fingers inside of you. his thumb keeps its place on your clit, and your toes curl as you leak onto his palm. "why's tha', love?"

"b-because...because..."

"cause why, baby?"

"cause...c-cause it's yours, simon. your pussy."

"tha's right," simon hums. "my pussy."

[xcherryc2x]

Feeling bored at a sleepover……help dilf Kento Nanami get rid of his stress!!!

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“Still want more doll?”

He’s brushing your hair out of your face so he can see what he’s done to you. You’re a mess, beyond exhausted at this point

He loves to look at your flushed face while he grips your sweaty hips to keep ramming his veiny cock in you mercilessly, you can’t even keep count of how many many times his cum has filled you to the brim

You feel like a constant stream of your cum is also covering his dick causing your insides to make dirty noises as his cock slides in and out each time

Your whole body is getting over sensitive and you can’t feel your legs anymore. your nipples hurt and your clit is so swollen that everytime he thrusts through your dripping folds, you can feel it there at that spot

“you’ve been such a good girl for me”

You’re just whimpering in response

“t-too…f-fast sir” you say breathless. You try to keep speaking but each thrust is more powerful than the last making it extremely difficult to talk

“Cmon use your words sweetheart”

he’s twisting your puffy nipples in attempt to make you speak up

it clearly won’t work since your voice is almost gone, no sounds come out when you open your mouth to moan from the painful pleasures

He loves the way you can’t do anything but keep your delicate hands wrapped around his neck above his back filled with scratches as he carelessly goes faster and deeper so he can finish inside of you one more time

you remember when this started, Nanami was fucking you at the perfect speed, hitting your sweet g spot, really taking his time with you, but now he was going animalistic, acting like he would only be satisfied if your insides are bruised and battered

During the first couple rounds he also tried not to get his semen inside, trying to come up with good reasons as to why he shouldn’t shoot his seed in to you, but the way you were so easy to keep fucking, all that logical thinking cleared out from his mind

He was venting out all his stressful emotions by having long rough sex with you. Your poor pussy the ultimate victim and winner

you really had awakened a feral monster inside in him

it all started when…

A sleepover at your best friend’s house was always fun, you loved when she asked you to stay the night and told you that it’s only her and her dad at home

You have been obsessed with her father, Kento Nanami for a while, you just love his gentleman personality and you get so horny around him it’s uncontrollable.

In the middle of the night you find yourself at Nanami’s bedroom door…

you can’t believe what your about to do. You just can’t. You walk in to the dimly lit room ,but you thankfully jerk yourself back to knock before entering

*knock *knock

You hear him respond quietly, you get chills down your spine

“…yes, come in”

you open the door, your nipples are hard and visible through your thin top, decorated with lace and a baby pink colour

You reach behind you and pull down your matching shorts quickly, you knew half of your ass was out.

You slowly creep inside

“u-um sir”

you look at Nanami, he has a confused expression that’s only toned down by his dark under eye circles and sunken face

“could you please turn the heat up…I feel very cold” you asked in your sweetest voice possible

he shot a quick glance to your breasts. He saw the way they were naturally perked up and your nipples poked through the skimpy fabric

His eyes trail down to your lower body, settling on your hips and thighs for a moment too long. He had definitely realized you came with no undergarments on

Nanami tried to calm down and control himself, this wasn’t a time to act like a teenage boy and get a hard on

“*cough* ahem..yeah sure no problem”

you could tell he was surprised to see you here like this, I mean it was pretty cold but you were there for something else, you hoped he had gotten the hint by now

he looked dreamy, but tired. everything about him was so attractive to you even when it shouldn’t be.

Nanami gets up from his desk chair and you feel your face getting flushed he was so handsome, you’ve never seen his buff body in casual comfortable clothes.

He heads out of the room and downstairs to check on the thermostat

you are feeling confident that you must have had some sort of effect on him, you take a seat on his bed, feeling your plush bottom sink into the mattress under the soft covers

He walks back in and lets you know that he increased the heat and it should be fine now.

“you need anything else?” He asks, rubbing his eyebrows and seeming annoyed

“. . .”

“It’s pretty late, you should get back to bed”

He doesn’t look towards you but his presence is quite intimidating

He’s standing towering over you. He was avoiding your alluring gaze… you might have been intentionally giving him bedroom eyes this whole day…

“so…uh if there is nothing else—“

you cut him off

“I-I just…wanted to—“

Then he cuts you off…but how does he cut you off?

by pushing you back where your sitting making you lay on your back and getting on top of you

You heart was beating at an alarming speed. Your body was getting squished underneath him

“Is this what you want hm?” he says while his hand is between your legs. You’re breath hitched as his finger enters your wet pussy.

He adds another thick finger inside, applying pressure as he moves his fingers in and out

“so wet for me?”

“yes ngggh”

You let out small moans and move your hips up as he continues.

“You’ve got no panties on sweetheart…now you’ve ruined your shorts”

He was right, they were drenched in the bottom area from how much your pussy was leaking. You are melting in his embrace

He circles his middle finger on you’re clit making you feel like you were flying. you were so close to cumming when he increased his speed but then all of a sudden he stopped adrubtly taking his fingers out, dripping with your pussy juice

Whispering in your ear

“But I wouldn’t exactly call these shorts, they weren’t covering anything”

He gently pulls them off gliding his big hands down your legs. He lifts you up by the waist keeping you under him and moving to the centre of his king sized bed.

You wanted him to continue playing with your clit, you were so close to release.

His hot breath lingered on your throat as you feel his lips sucking the skin. that was gonna leave a mark :3

He plops you down and you’re head hits the pillow. You look at him and he’s already taking off his clothes. Leaving only his white undershirt on. His arm muscles flexing with every movement

“please keep going” you say shamelessly

“you’re not the only one who likes to tease doll” his low laughing is followed by a third finger, quickly swallowed by your greedy cunt

soon after working his magic, you cum on his hand, feeling hungry and empty for more

Just then you saw something that made you realize you might be making a mistake…Nanami’s dick was so big, his boxers were having a hard time keeping it in

You could see a dark spot of precum in his boxers. He takes them off too allowing you to see the full length

“s-sir it’s …so big” your eyes widened and you chocked on your spit

As if what you said was expected, he slightly smirks and takes his huge hard cock in his hands and rims your hole with his glistening tip.

He hold your legs up, spreading them a bit more, making room for himself

“so you don’t want it baby?”

Oh no you do want it so with a desperate look on your face you say

“no, I want it”

He chuckles under his breath

“Hm that’s what I like to hear”

you gasped when he put just the tip in. He’s slowly and gently trying to get the rest of it into your pulsing cunt.

It sounds like your in pain the way your squirming, arching your head back and whimpering

Even tho he had previously loosened you up with 3 fingers, the length and thickness of his cock was at a whole other level

“Be a good girl…I know you can take it” he coos, concentrating on trying to get your pussy open from deep inside, enough to start moving

Once it’s all in you take deep breaths feeling so filled up, his thick cock is being pressed by your inner walls, driving him crazy

“see that’s it, how does it feel?” He says while letting go of one of your thighs and rubbing his hand across your stomach, his hand was so rough but gentle enough to feel heavenly

“feels…good” you say looking up at him, with doe eyes, wanting this moment to last

“would you like me to keep going sweetheart?”

“y-yes please” you really want this. You love the way there was no empty space in you, even deep inside

He leans in to whisper to you

“…what a naughty girl” he smiles hugging you close. you get a whiff of his natural scent and it sends you into orbit

you just want him to start fucking you already

He starts thrusting, and you wrap your arms around his neck trying to brace yourself for how his rock hard cock is forcing its way in and out

But you were amazed at how gentle he was, this feeling was unfamiliar to you of course and you reacted accordingly

Just after not even a minute, you legs lock up around him and by the spasms, he can tell you just came.

he takes his cock out, slick with strings of your cum. As of this moment, he wants to make love with you without getting you overwhelmed

Treating your precious pussy like the flower it is, he leans down and kisses your wet folds, making you put your hands on his soft blond hair, pulling his head more in. He’s squeezing your thighs with his big hands turning them red from his tight grip

He sucks on your clit, kissing it with passion.

His toungue was gliding up and down the area making you lose your mind, but his main focus was getting you to calm down. Allowing your pussy to completely relax so you could loosen up. He wants to prepare for the damage his cock will cause

In Nanami’s experience, it was a quite a lengthy process usually involving fingering, oral sex and very slow penetration due to the size of his monster cock

He is soooo good at eating you out…a little too good

“unnnngggh…sir i n-need to go to the bathroom”

Were you gonna cum or piss, you weren’t sure but Nanami backs away to your request and just as he’s about to react further…

You squirt on his face, a stream of fluid flowing with so much force from your pussy that it lands right on Kento Nanami’s face, missing his eyes since he closed them

“I’m so sorry I didn’t know what—“ oh shit, you think to yourself, what did you do ??

He silently just takes off his undershirt wiping his face and before you know it he grabs your knees spreading them apart aggressively and with no warning he rams his throbbing cock into the mess between your legs

“Oh you’re in for it now sweetheart” his facial expression is unreadable but his demeanour changed

You try to catch your breath as he continues thrusting real hard into you, you can see how his face relaxes more and starts looking refreshed. You on the other hand, fet like you were being broken in two

You were hugging him so tight that everytime you felt move his dick deeper and deeper, you couldn’t stop making noises, you dug your face deep into his neck, to muffle your moans

“don’t be shy doll…let your voice out, I don’t mind”

You tilt your head back, rolling your eyes back and curling your toes. You were about to climax once again

You cum quickly, this time Nanami doesn’t stop to comfort you, he just groans and and moves faster due to your clenching and tightening.

Your hole seems to be squeezing down on him too much, he lifts your leg up and lets your knee bend over his shoulder,

“s-stop it’s too much” you exclaim

You were scratching his back leaving red marks all over, but the way he was so keen on continuing made you feel so wanted

“Sweetheart, p-please let me keep going”

He had a pleading look on his face that really made you forget how your swollen cunt was being stretched out more than it should by his girthy cock. You were gonna be soooo loose after this

You just hug him tighter making your tits and hips rub against him with a lot of friction from each thrust

Both of your bodies were over heating and overworked from how hard Nanami was fucking you.

Your nipples were getting redder from rubbing against him, starting to even hurt from the sensitivity

Nanami was about to come inside but his second thoughts made him pull out and shoot his load onto your rising and falling stomach

The room echoed with his heavy breathes and your moans. You must have orgasmed again right with him and it seemed to have done a number on you

You couldn’t think clearly, the sex was so amazing your mind was so clouded you didn’t realize Nanami was talking to you while laying his head on your tits

He was telling you how missionary was the best position to fuck you in cuz he can’t get enough of that cute face of yours and the expressions you make each time he moves his dick in and out

he brings his hand close to one of your swollen nipples…and flicks it “n-not there” you squeak

“These have been wanting attention since you first came to me hm”

He pushes himself up feeling sticky as he realizes his cum on your tummy got on him too

His strong hands were on both sides of you making you feel small

He starts sucking on both of your nipples occasionally squeezing your fat tits

His mouth was doing most of the work. You felt so overstimulated, your cum was still spilling out of your hole onto the mattress and now the sensitivity of how Nanami’s toungue was swirling around such sensitive areas was making you reach your limits

You hadn’t forgot about how your squirted earlier that was quite embarrassing you might say but in Nanami’s opinion it turned him on so much he could not long be patient and gentle with you.

Nanami also kisses your soft pink lips, it sends you over the edge, you are tingling all over. He’s putting all his affection into this deep wet kiss, that seems to have you gasping for air once he backs up

“you are so sweet all over princess”

“Mmmmnnggh”

The kiss was long but now you were sleepy. a good fuck like that would make you sleep like a baby

Little did you know nanami was just gonna keep asking for more and more, his voice filled with affection hiding his lusftful intent. But you so glad you finally were able to have sex with him…you think to yourself, he will probably stop soon…right?

you couldn’t be more wrong

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[morganbritton132]

Eddie has never sold to Steve Harrington.

He has never nor will he ever sell to Steve Harrington. Sure, he sold to Steve friends who probably give him the drugs but that’s rich boy money.

And sure, Steve has never actually tried to buy from him but it’s the principle of the matter. Which is what makes this so interesting because, “Harrington?”

“Hey.”

Steve has been MIA from school for the past week and Billy has been telling everybody that he beat him to death, and well. It certainly looks like he gave it a good effort. So really.

What’s Eddie supposed to do here? Uphold his morals?

“Can I…help you?” Eddie asks, opening the screen door for him.

Steve hobbled insides and immediately asks, “You sell stuff, right? Whatever anybody wants, you got it?”

“That’s what they say. Got something in mind?”

“Sleep.”

“What?”

“I need - I just need sleep,” Steve says, words fast and a little desperate. “I can’t sleep at my house, man. I can’t. It’s - god, it’s been four days and my head is killing me. I - I feel like I’m going to die. I need sleep.”

Eddie just stares at him, blinking slowly because it doesn’t actually sound like Steve is asking for drugs. It sounds like he’s scared to have his guard down at home so, “Yeah, okay. Um, take the couch.”

Steve is asleep almost as soon as he sits down and when he wakes up a couple hours later, he gives Eddie ten bucks and leaves.

Eddie kinda thinks it’s going to be a one-off situation but a couple weeks later, Steve is back. He only ever sleeps for a couple hours, pays Eddie, and goes.

The only changes are that he eventually graduates from sleeping on the couch to in Eddie’s bed (so Eddie doesn’t have to explain Steve to Wayne again) and Eddie shows Steve where the spar key so he can come in when Eddie is at band practice.

Dont get Eddie wrong, this situation is weird but there are worse ways to make money.

It is what it is until it isn’t. Until it’s… “What the fuck is this?”

Eddie knew Steve was here because he religiously leaves his shoes neatly by the front door but - “A girl? He brought a girl.”

Because, yeah. That’s a blonde sailor girl next to Steve in his bed. They’re both open mouth drooling on his pillows, smell like fire, and look like hell. The only reason he doesn’t kick them out because he knows Starcourt caught on fire last night.

He does pull the blanket off them and goes to sleep in the living room.

He wakes an hour later to the feeling of someone watching him and when he opens his eyes, he’s met with - “Robin Buckley, nice to meet you, Eddie Munson.”

This feels like a trap.

“Uh, yeah. Same.”

She gives him a smile like she has secrets and then holds up a stack of Polaroids, “Does Steve know you take pictures of him while he’s sleeping?”

[gracieheartspedro]

You Really Got Me Now

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 5.2k words

description: your best friend and roommate eddie is pissing you off, per usual. his way of making you feel heard is not very conventional.

warnings: 18+ content, MDNI, no use of y/n, roommate au, lowkey pwp, best friend!eddie, reader and eddie are both in their 30s, a bit of force proximity, reader is awkward as fuck (she just like me), reader hasn't gotten dick lately, mentions of voyeurism (eddie and reader have listened to each other having sex), kind of dom!eddie, fingering, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v, lots and lots of dirty talk, eddie cums in reader.... annoying ass neighbors?

authors note: yeah i don't know. i'm just horny for this man. all of the time. thanks to lindsey @amanitacowboy who CONSISTENTLY feeds into my delusions. love u.

how to help palestine ~ dividers by @cafekitsune

He pissed you off for the fourth time today. 

You had spent most of your day doing yard work, trying to ensure the home you two shared did not look overgrown for your snooty neighbors. They already hated that there was an unmarried couple living next to them. Even worse they were not even a couple. 

Eddie and you had been friends for over a decade. When you two could not find someone to settle down with once you both turned 30, you decided to rent a house together. You were sick of living at home with your parents and everyone else around you was in love. Steve had Kira, Robin had Vicki, and well… you had Eddie. Eddie had you. But not in a romantic sense. 

That’s what you two told yourselves, at least. 

Made crystal clear years ago, you and Eddie knew your friendship meant more than some knee jerk desires. You had kissed once, and you would be lying if you said you did not enjoy it. He was tentative, kissing you like he was trying to melt all your worries away. At the time, it was a desperate attempt to distract your mind from a shitty break up and Eddie had gotten a bit too high. 

That next morning, you sat down with him and discussed boundaries. No kissing, no sex. That was the hard line, and for years, you two had kept that promise to yourselves. 

There had been moments. An evening out with friends where you two would dance all night together and when you parted to go to your separate rooms, you would linger in the hallway just staring at each other. No one ever caved because you both knew you would regret it in the morning. Or the tense nights where one of you said something to rub the other person the wrong way. Sometimes it would turn into you two apologizing in the dimly lit kitchen, hugging and swaying near the flickering oven lightbulb. 

Today was going to be one of those days for sure. Everything he did rubbed you the wrong way.

He had not done the dishes last night, deciding to stay up late and drink himself into a deep slumber. When you woke up, wrapped in your falling-apart-at-the-seams robe and saw the dishes, you wanted to throw an empty beer bottle at him. But you didn’t. You just did them and didn’t say a word.

Then there was leaving his wet clothes in the washing machine. The moment your nose got a whiff of the despicable scent of molding clothes, you slammed the top down and groaned his name. He was not even in the house, deciding as soon as he woke up that he needed to go get a pack of cigarettes from the gas station. 

Then there was him being adamant about washing his van with the hose you were trying to use to water the dying plants in the flower beds surrounding your front door. You just grit your teeth, jerking your head into a nod when he asked for it. 

Now here he is, making you mad again as you sweat all of your body weight over some weeds. 

“I’m having some of the guys over tonight for some burgers-” “No.”

He narrows his eyes at you, swatting a gnat away from his face as you place your hands on your hips. 

“Why not?”

You had a list. A big long list. The house was a disaster. The neighbors called a noise complaint last time. The grill needed propane.

This was the tipping point. “Eddie, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you in our front yard,” You blow up, throwing off your gardening gloves, “You haven’t done shit for this house in months. I am like your own little personal housewife. I am the only person in this house that keeps it nice and clean. I haven’t had a night out in months because I am using my weekends to keep up with this shithole. I haven’t had a guy over in over a year, for fucks sake! No guy wants to fuck a girl who lives with a shitty roommate who can’t even clean. I need… I need your help.” 

His demeanor shifts, his shoulders slumping a bit. You did not mean for the word vomit to come out like that. You sounded vicious, but all of it needed to come out at sometime.

“Sweetheart-” But you do not want his excuses. You wave him off, storming towards the front door and swinging open the glass door, letting it shut behind you. You needed cold A/C on your face. You were about to pass out from anger and heatstroke. Damn Indiana summers. 

Eddie launches the door open, practically chasing you down to the kitchen. You stand under a vent, tilting your face directly towards the line of air. 

“What do you need my help with?” He asks, a slight arrogance in his tone. 

You don’t even look at him. You just hum as the cold air caresses your face. “The dishes. The laundry. Fuckin’ clean a toilet-”

“And what about guys not coming over?”

You finally tilt your head over at him, confused. “Huh?”

He looks at you with this fire in his eyes that you have almost never seen before. Maybe once or twice when one of his ex girlfriend’s said something based. He did not seem angry, per se, but he seemed agitated.

He crosses his arms over his chest, covering the Metallica logo on the front of his black tank top. His arms are toned and sprawling with randomly harsh lined tattoos. You had to thank Steve for the toned muscles as he was forcing Eddie to lift weights with him twice a week. You are definitely seeing the results. 

“You said no guy wants to fuck a girl who lives with a shitty roommate,” He states plainly, leaning against the kitchen island, “How am I supposed to help you with that?”

It’s like he’s trying to hint at something. Eddie was notorious for not saying what he really wanted to say, just simply talking around the subject. 

“Let me have a night off where I’m not cleaning up after you. Maybe I can bring a guy home.”

He cocks his head to the side, pursing his lips as his eyes take you in your sweaty clothing. You had sweat dripping into places you never knew you even had. You felt better being in the air conditioning, but that did not disguise the already stained areas of the front of your oversized t-shirt and biker shorts. 

“You don’t need me to… do anything else?”

Will this be fifth time Eddie Munson pisses you off today?

“Say what you need to say, Munson,” You warn, annoyed by the creeping smile on his face. 

You watch as he uncrosses his arms, leaning forward towards you. “Do you need me to fuck you, princess? Is that what this is?”

Your jaw hits the floor at his offer.

“What? H-how are you getting that from this-” “You just need a good fuck to release all this tension. It’s written all over you.”

He has never been this bold before. It’s blowing your mind. He has never propositioned sex to you, ever. Maybe jokingly. Wait, last week he did suggest it to get rid of your period cramps-

“You have to be kiddin’ me, Munson.”

He shakes his head, dipping his head down to meet your eyes, “I’m deadly serious, princess.”

“You’re just sayin’ this to piss me off even more-”

He presses his pointer finger to your lips, shushing you immediately, “All this talk and I’m not hearing a no.”

You swat his hand away, groaning in annoyance. You gave Eddie props, he was very convincing when he wanted to be. But you knew better.

But then again, it had been a year since a guy pleased you. 

“Eddie, you know the promise we made all those years ago. No kissing. No sex,” You lean further away, your back arching over the counter. “You can’t just propose this because I am angry at you and want you to take some accountability.”

“I’m not proposing this because I wanna weasel my way out of trouble. I’m doing it because you have been so tense these last couple months, I feel like I am walking on eggshells,” He explains, tossing his hands in the air dramatically, “Just let me get it out of your system. I know it’s been a year or so.”

“How do you know?”

You were trying to find a way out. The deepest darkest secret you held in the very depths of your heart was that you did have feelings for Eddie. You have since high school. But Eddie was occupied in every place in life and you got the permanent label as friend before you even had a chance. He dated around and you were stuck secretly obsessing over him, which- whatever. It was fine. 

All his passes at you were just normal at this point. You never gave them a second thought. You were idle in the idea that it was just jokes and that he never meant it. Even when he said he would give you head to make you feel better when the last guy you dated broke up with you. Or when he told you that he liked the way your hands felt pressed against his bare chest when you helped him apply sunscreen. Or when-

Wait... Did friends usually say that to each other?

“How do I know what?” He asks, his voice wavering a bit.

You huff, “How do you know it’s been a year?”

A mischievous smile spreads across his lips, “Because the last time I heard you through the wall moaning and begging, was about March of last year. It’s currently June.”

The heat rises back to your cheeks as you stare at him wide eyed. You did not realize he was even home when you last had someone over, let alone knew he heard it all.

“Eddie! You sick bastard! You listened?!”

You go to smack his chest but he snatches your hand away, the darkness in his eyes only hinting at his intentions. 

“How can I not? You were so loud for that guy,” He almost looks jealous. Almost. 

“I-“

“Just begging for him to let you cum. Did you, sweetheart? Did you cum for that slimeball?”

Your mouth opens slightly, realizing his hand is still wrapped around your wrist. No ease in the tension around it, just white-knuckling it. 

“I don’t remember-“

“Those moans sounded too good to be true, princess. But what do I know,” He sits back against the counter again, pulling your body closer as he does, “You’ve never cum for me. Maybe you actually do sound like that.”

You really should not. You should just yank your arm away from him and mark this down as Eddie just being a perv again. But something inside you, the tension, the annoyance, the desire, is starting to burn a pit in your stomach.

“I can.”

He raises his eyebrows, pulling your wrist and hand up to his shoulder so you rest it there. You grip onto his bare shoulder, while his arm snakes around your waist. 

“You can what?”

Your mouth goes dry, unsure if you can actually mutter the words. You usually had no filter with Eddie, but right now you felt like your voice completely cut out. He looks down at you, his head tilted in curiosity. “Say it, sweetheart. You can what?”

You grit your teeth, finally submitting. 

“I could cum for you.”

He arrogantly smirks, his fingers sneaking up under your shirt, “Yeah, princess? You wanna cum for me?”

Coming from his lips, it’s like melted butter. It seems so natural, his voice dropping as he speaks such absurd things to you. You smack your lips together, almost like you are contemplating giving in. But your mind is already made up. 

Before you can even give him a taste of his own medicine, your mind slips.

“If only you make me scream like those other girls.”

Fuck. Why did you say that?

His mouth only widens, shocked at the statement. “So you were listening to me, huh? You called me a sick bastard mere moments ago when you were doing the same thing!”

Your fingers pinch his earlobe, making him flinch a bit. “Eddie, you cannot help but be loud! Neither can they!”

Your defense is weak, but you try to sound convincing. 

“Well they are screaming for a reason, sweetheart.”

You dismiss the comment for a minute, really trying to mull this idea over. Would this cost you his friendship? Was it all really worth it? 

Your nails trail down and dig into his shoulder blade, warningly. “Do you seriously want to do this?”

He shrugs, casually, like this is the most normal conversation you two have ever had. “I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get you in my bed for years. Seems like I just gotta get you all angry and hot for you to even think about it.”

The revelation deflates you a bit. You mentally slap yourself, thinking back to all the times Eddie has offered you ‘time’ with him in bed. You always took his passes as jokes, because that’s just Eddie. He’s never been serious a day in his life. 

You press your body into him more, your nose getting closer to his, “You’ve wanted this for years?”

He nudges your nose with his, playfully, “Don’t act all surprised.”

The tension is at an all time high. The moment your eyes drop to his lips, you cannot peel them away from them. You have been close to him like this before, but never with explicit intentions. Maybe just to tease him or pester him. One time to inspect a possible bug that flew into his eye. 

Eddie was your friend. Best friend. 

Why was he looking different?

He notes the way you are silent, observing the way his lips curl upward into a toothless grin. 

He shifts down, capturing your lips in a hesitant kiss, testing the waters. When the softness of his lips makes impact on your slightly dry lips, you feel self-conscious for a beat. 

That was until you felt Eddie’s other hand sneak around your waist and pull you even closer. It’s the quiet reassurance you did not even know you needed. 

You lean into it, practically falling into his chest completely. The kiss only progresses from there. Your hand cradles his neck as his hands sneak down from your waist to your ass. You had seen Eddie kiss before, but having it be done to you is a completely different experience. He’s hungry for it, but he’s also so tender and calculated with the movements. 

The groping turns into him leveraging you upward onto the countertop. He slots himself between your legs, feeling up your thighs as his tongue slips past your lips. He’s good at stimulating you in every way, your body riddled with goosebumps. You cannot help the groans leaving your throat.

“God, you’re so hot,” He grumbles between kisses. You giggle into his mouth which makes him shake his head and pull away. 

You hold his face close to yours, smiling up at his lust-blown eyes. “Never thought I’d hear you say that. Well… in this situation at least.”

“Can you just shush and let me make you feel good?” His lips trail down from your cheek peppering wet kisses to your neck, “Lemme make it up to you, sweetheart. Been a bad friend. Bad roommate.”

You roll your eyes for two reasons. One, he’s a dork. Two, his lips feel way too good on your throat.

“Make it up to me by being a good lover.”

He barks a laugh, almost too loud for the joke. “Oh, you want me to make love to you?”

“Can you just keep kissin’-”

His lips touch your collarbones and suddenly your body stiffens. You look down at his sinful expression, his lips dragging lower over your chest. His hand returns to the hem of your shirt, slowly tugging it over your head. Your ratty old sports bra was the least sexy thing you could be wearing, but Eddie eyes you like you are in lacey red lingerie with his name stitched into it. You take it upon yourself to peel the sweaty bra off, luckily the only scent you smell when you lift your arms is your antiperspirant.

“You are more perfect than I imagined,” Eddie mumbles, his hands reaching out to cup your boobs. His hands still adorned with his gaudy rings. Makes the sight even more breathtaking. 

You roll your eyes, not believing him, “You’ve seen me in a bathing-”

His head dips down, catching your nipple in his mouth. The action silences you and instead of continuing your nervous babbling, you moan out his name. He rolls your pebbled nipple between his teeth while hissing in satisfaction. You can not stop yourself from raking your fingers through his curls. 

He pulls away from your chest, pressing a quick kiss to your other tit, “I can’t do this if you continue to give me grief.”

The dig makes you blush. You were always awful when it came to dirty talk. Making it awkward was, unfortunately, your specialty. You nod sheepishly, untangling your fingers from his deep chocolate brown hair.

“I’ll shut up.”

He shakes his head, his lips finding the spot right below your ear. You can feel the smirk on his face, "No, don’t shut up. Just keep making those other pretty sounds for me, sweetheart.”

His thumbs hook around the elastic waistband of your shorts, tugging them down. You lift your hips, using his shoulders to balance yourself. You don’t expect him to have you completely naked on your kitchen counter, but the moment your underwear peel away from your cunt, you realize that the wetness between your legs is not just sweat. 

He pulls away from your neck to look at your bare body before him and the groan he lets out makes your pussy clench around nothing. His hand skips down your body, eventually groping your hips. 

“Eddie,” You hum, tilting his chin up so his eyes meet yours, “I’m very naked and you are not.”

He smiles wickedly, shaking his head, “‘Cause I ain’t fuckin’ you here, sweetheart. This is just a really good place for me to get on my knees and devour you.”

You swallow hard, watching him drop to one knee, making him eye level with your glistening cunt, “And look at how beautiful and wet she is for me. This all for me, sweet girl?”

“You’re not the only one who’s been wanting this for a while,” You admit, your eyes drooping to watch his mouth move across your inner thighs. You are a bit self-conscious, not having prepared your pussy for this kind of activity, but Eddie does not seem to mind. He admires you like a piece of art at a museum.

He flicks his tongue out of his mouth, unhurriedly moving up your slit. Once he has his first taste, that smile returns, “Mmm, there’s that confession I’ve been waiting for.”

Your mind draws a blank as he dives back in, pressing his tongue between your pussy lips. He has never looked so happy doing a task in his life, his beautifully straight teeth bared as his tongue swirls around your clit. His grip only tightens on your thighs ensuring you do not move them together. He needs you nice and wide open while he tongue fucks you. 

He becomes more eager with his movements the moment you try to brace yourself on the edge of the counter. His fingers hook down into your flesh, dragging you to the edge of the surface. He does not miss a beat while he suckles on your clit, wrapping his plump pink lips around it and slurping it like a straw. 

The knot in your stomach is tightening as you study his actions. Somehow it is like he knows your body better than you do. 

The instant he sinks his pointer and middle finger into your soaked cunt, it is game over. Your body reacts before your mind does, vibrating against his mouth and fingers. He does not slow down when you clench around him, instead, he increases his speed and ministrations. 

“Jesus, fuck, Eddie,” you whimper, surrendering to the climax. You squeeze your eyes shut, letting your mouth hang ajar as random moans escape you. Your nerve endings have never felt so electrified in your life. 

Once you feel a slight come down, Eddie comes back up for air. His lips are shiny with his own saliva and whatever escaped you when you came. 

You drop your head back, hitting the upper cabinet. 

“You didn’t even have to beg for the first one,” He grunts, getting back to his feet. He locks his arm around your knees and drags your upper half into his other arm, “But the second one, you have to ask for permission, ‘kay?”

His lips are pressed to your temple, kissing you gingerly. 

“You want me to beg, Eds?”

He chuckles darkly, carrying you princess-style across the house and to the living room. He could take you to bed, but he is not sure if that feels too intimate. You just want him inside you, not caring much where he decides to do it. 

You bounce on the worn-down couch as he drops you down, your bare ass immediately sticking to the leather. His discards his tank top and practically jumps on top of you, his hips resting between your legs. You greedily tug at his basketball shorts, begging to reveal the length behind the tented fabric. 

“Mmm, eager, are we?”

You had seen Eddie’s ass plenty of times. His shirtless frame. But never his dick. His tight pants left little to the imagination most times. But up close, pressed against your palm, you cannot help but gasp about how big he is. 

He grabs your wrist firmly, his curls dropping down his shoulders as he shakes his head, “Wanna hear you beg.”

It spills right out of your desperate mouth. “Please, Eddie.”

“Please what?”

“Let me see your cock,” Your eyes reflecting faux innocence, “Please?”

He cannot help but giggle, assisting you in getting his shorts down his tattooed legs. You had been next to him for the big one on his right thigh, an ode to his favorite Metallica album. You did not completely understand the concept, but the black ink littering his body only added to his appeal. 

His cock is even better than your mind had mocked up before. Long, slightly curved to the left, and not too thick that he may split you in half. 

You truly cannot fathom the fact that this is happening. He is willingly showing you his dick and smiling at you while you gawk. 

He is naked above you, and God is he breathtaking. The mop of curls, the broadness of his shoulders, his very slight tummy from all the beer he drinks, the works of art littering his pale skin.

Your eyes finally make their way back up to his, only to note the serious look he’s giving you. 

“What?”

His lips twitch, “Just can’t believe I finally get to do this. And that it’s real and it’s not all in my head.”

Your heart stutters. 

You lick your lips, searching every crevice of your mind for a response. He realizes that you are trying to muddle up a reply and that he has broken your brain temporarily. So instead of letting you counter his statement, he captures your lips in a bruising kiss. 

He wastes no time after that, grabbing his dick and pushing it between your slick folds. You groan into his mouth, your pussy still very sensitive from the first orgasm he gave you. Your hand snakes around the back of his neck, holding his face close to yours. 

“Eddie-“

He pushes into you before you can say anything else, a hiss whistling between his clenched teeth. 

“God damn,” He throws his head back, shaking your hand away from his neck, “You’re fuckin’ tight, princess.”

The moan that leaves your throat is a whole octave lower than your actual voice. Eddie looks down at you, the widest smile painted across his face. You feel his hips inch closer and closer to you and you realize he is not fully inside you yet. 

You take a breath, trying to relax your muscles, “Please, please, please.”

He snaps his hips forward, a dark guttural chuckle taunting you. “There she is. Beggin’.”

Eddie had changed into a completely different person. Sure, he was always picking on you, but this was a stark contrast from your silly best friend. The man above you, slowly rocking his hips inside you, was feral. His confidence only burning brighter the more you whimper for him. 

“Please, faster.”

The wet squelching noise that emits between your bodies is borderline embarrassing. You had never heard such a sound with any other man. Eddie loves it, though. The idea that you were just gushing for him is enough to send him into overdrive. 

“Yeah? You want me to go faster,” He pushes your thighs apart, spreading you wider. He wants to look at how beautiful your pussy looks stuffed full of him. “Look at that.”

You shift yourself up on your elbows, looking down at the sight he cannot peel his eyes away from. “Jesus, I cannot believe…”

You drift off, watching Eddie slowly retreat back only to sharply snap forward. Your jaw goes slack as he drives himself into you, disappearing over and over again. 

Eddie‘s eyes are now on you, watching your tits jiggle every time his cock pierces your squishy walls. 

“You really needed this, huh, princess?”

You watch as he reaches down between your bodies, swiping your clit with his thumb.

Your eyes roll back, unable to hold yourself together, “I really did, oh my god.”

Your legs stiffen and Eddie’s hands loosen up, letting you squirm and adjust yourself. Your hips burn and your mind is mush. Eddie’s erratic movements against your swollen bud and his rapidly moving hips are overstimulating, you cannot help but lock your legs around him. 

“Yeah, I can fucking feel you clenching around me,” He babbles, licking his lips, “You just take my cock so well, don’t you? Just fuckin’ made for me.”

He does not stop talking as you grunt your response. You have never seen the man so driven to get something done in your life. He wants to cum, but he wants to feel you fall apart on him even more. His words are just pouring out of him.

“Yeah? You want me to make you mine, huh? Gonna make this pussy somethin’ only I can have.“

Your eyes fly open in shock, his words ringing in your ears. You feel his dick twitch inside you, hitting the same perfect spot over and over again. “Please, please.”

“Fuck, say it, baby. Say that you’re mine.”

He is so desperate, his usual calm, cool, collected voice faltering. 

“I’m yours, Eddie.”

His thumb presses hard down on your clit, causing your hips to shift upward. The nerve endings that were ablaze before are now imploding. 

The vibration of your body catches him off guard at first, so he locks his hands on your hips. You lurch your body into a crescent shape as he continues to chase his high. A final scream rips through your body, chanting his name. 

Every snap forward was another word slipping from his practically drooling mouth. He fucked his cum deep inside you, his words bouncing off the walls.

“Yes.” “The.” “Fuck.” “You.” “Are.”

Your body goes completely limp under him the moment your high dissipates. He is panting like he just ran 10 miles as he slowly drifts to his side, positioning his nude body between your body and the back couch cushions. When his cock leaves your cunt, he dribbles cum over your mound and lower tummy. You glance down at your body, completely blissed out. 

You have never felt more appreciated in your life.

He lays his head right on your shoulder, fanning your sweaty body with his warm breath. He does not say anything, just settles next you, throwing his arm over your midsection.

You swallow, trying to regain your composure. You thought after doing something like this with Eddie, you would feel some guilt. Regret, maybe. But none of those emotions spring up.

You felt relaxed and at peace. Like you walked off the edge of a cliff and instead of landing on a rocky bottom, you landed on a sea of fluffy pillows. It was a relief. 

Your eyes fall onto his lazily smirking face, “I did really need that.”

He hums his response at first, before clearing his throat. “Yeah, I could tell. I can read you pretty well, huh?”

That’s the understatement of the century. He can read you perfectly. 

You start to reflect on every word that spilled from his lips during the entire interaction, and suddenly your stomach is in knots. You start to wonder if he really did feel those things, or if he was just lost in the moment. You almost don’t ask in fear that he will tell you something you didn’t want to hear. 

“Did you mean everything you said,” You press, your hand absentmindedly tucking some of his hair behind of his ear. His fingers dance across your flesh, eventually swirling around your collarbones.

“Yeah, ‘course.”

He says it so simply. You wanted to believe it was that easy, but there is logistical things that needed to be discussed. Feelings and thoughts that needed further explanation. 

Eddie can see that your mind is racing. Your expression gives you away every time. His mouth slowly opens to further elaborate on his response, but before he can get out a word, there’s a pounding at your front door. 

It is so sudden and loud, you both sit up from the couch. 

“Mr. Munson! You left your hose on! There’s a drought-”

You tune out the rest of the rant from your elderly neighbor because Eddie starts chuckling and rubbing his eyes. He looks down at you as the rant starts to get louder, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips before grabbing his boxers off the floor. 

“You stay there, beautiful. I’ll deal with this.”

You do as he says, the bliss he left you in after the kiss enough to hold you over until he comes crawling back on top of you. He stumbles back into his boxers, going to the front door and cracking it so he can get eyes on your neighbor. 

“Yeah, my fault, Mr. O’Connell. Had to comfort my lady because she cut herself on the shovel. I’ll be right out to shut off that hose and save the rainforest or whatever.”

You hear a scoff from behind the door, the older gentleman taken off guard. “Oh, so she’s your lady now?”

You can hear the smile that spreads across his face. “Always has been, sir.”

[mrspiastri]

✩ lights, camera, action! 📸

pairing: lando norris x reader

cw: fluff, annoying reporters, austria 2024

wc: 4.9k words

an: thanks for the req anon, hope u like it! pls excuse any spelling errors i could not be arsed enough to proofread this more than twice :p

“So, they’re just going to be in our house… recording us the entire day?”

“Mostly, yeah.”

“And this is happening for a month?”

“Maybe two, depending on how much footage they need.”

A beat of silence.

Lando turned to his girlfriend, watching as she set her Kindle down and looked at him with a sharp glare. All she had wanted was a quiet night in, some light reading before bed, not this conversation.

“So, what do you think?” he asked carefully.

“I think you’ve lost your fucking mind.”

Lando stifled a chuckle, scooting closer despite the warning in her eyes. “It’s not that bad, I promise. They’ll get all your good angles. And if there’s anything you don’t want in, I’ll make sure they cut it out.”

Y/N sighed, rubbing her temples. The idea of letting a camera crew into their home, her safe space, the one place where she could collapse onto the couch after work without a second thought, was unsettling.

“Look, I’m not going to force you,” Lando said, his voice softer now. “Just think about it. It’s like… our moments together being immortalized.”

She arched her brow, still unconvinced.

“We could even look back on them years later,” he continued, ever the optimist. “Show them to our kids!”

Y/N gave him a long, unimpressed stare.

“Just give me a day or two,” she muttered at last.

“Of course, love.” He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before letting the subject drop.

Three days later, Y/N found herself reluctantly agreeing, under strict conditions:

1. No cameras before 9 AM or after 10 PM.

2. No filming arguments or fights (if they happened).

3. No recording private conversations.

The production team had no issue following her rules, and soon enough, cameras and microphones became a regular sight in their living room and kitchen.

To her surprise, it wasn’t as bad as she’d feared. The Drive To Survive crew was respectful, and off-camera, they were actually lovely to talk to.

Not that she’d ever admit it to Lando. She had no interest in hearing an “ I told you so.”

Still, she had to admit, there was something oddly enjoyable about it. The cameras felt natural, capturing the effortless way she and Lando fit together. Their banter. Their energy.

Even the crew enjoyed filming them. Because if there was one thing about Y/N and Lando, it was that they were effortlessly entertaining.

The couple had an air of domesticity around them, which was visible during certain moments, like when Y/N announced she was going grocery shopping.

🪻🪻

She didn’t question it at first.

Lando had followed her around their apartment, slipping on his hoodie and sneakers, acting as if they were about to embark on some thrilling adventure rather than… well, a simple trip to the grocery store. But when he practically rushed out the door behind her, stuffing his hands into his pockets like he was trying to play it cool, she finally turned to him with a raised brow.

"Alright, what’s going on?"

Lando blinked at her, feigning innocence. "What do you mean?"

"You insisted on coming with me," she pointed out as she slid into the passenger seat of her car. "Since when are you so eager to go grocery shopping?"

Lando smirked, leaning back in his seat. "Maybe I just like spending time with you."

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head with a soft laugh. "It’s just shopping, Lando."

"Yes… and?"

She shot him a look, but he only grinned, reaching over to intertwine his fingers with hers as he started the car. She glanced down at their joined hands, warmth flickering in her chest.

Maybe it was just shopping. But to him, time with her, no matter how mundane, was worth tagging along for.

The grocery store was as uneventful as ever, aisles filled with tired parents, students grabbing last-minute essentials, and employees stacking shelves. Y/N navigated the space with practiced ease, mentally ticking off the list in her head.

Lando, on the other hand, was thoroughly entertained by everything.

"You know, people are going to think I’m useless because you’re the one actually shopping," Lando mused, walking beside you with a basket dangling from his arm. A small mic was clipped to his hoodie, and a camera trailed at a respectful distance, catching every moment.

"You are useless," you teased, grabbing a carton of eggs and placing them into the basket.

Lando let out a scandalized gasp, pressing a hand to his chest. "Excuse me? I am an excellent grocery shopper. Watch this."

Before you could stop him, he darted toward a display of snacks, dramatically grabbing a family-sized bag of chips and tossing it into the basket. The camera crew caught it all, no doubt enjoying his antics.

"Wow," you said dryly, watching him grin. "Such a valuable contribution."

"You’re welcome." He leaned in, brushing a kiss to your temple before whispering, "At least pretend I’m helpful, love. My reputation is at stake."

She shook her head, amused. He stayed close beside her, fingers occasionally brushing hers when he pointed out random things, a ridiculous cereal box, a weirdly shaped vegetable, an overpriced snack that made him nearly collapse in shock.

Then, as they rounded the next aisle, something caught her eye.

"No way," Y/N gasped, halting so suddenly that Lando bumped into her.

"What? What happened? Are we in danger?" he asked dramatically, clutching her arm.

She ignored him, grabbing a brightly colored package from the meat fridge. “It’s the spicy chorizo I was looking for! It’s been out of stock for months! Lando, do you know what this means?"

"Uh," he blinked, glancing at the box in her hands. "That some company is trying to get people to buy their products again?"

She huffed. "No, dummy. This means I can finally make those chorizo tapas you love so much."

Lando stared at her, as if processing her words. "Wait. You mean—?"

"Yeah," she said, waving the package at him. "You always say it’s one of your favorites, right? So I’ll make it the way it’s meant to be made, not with those other lame brands.”

For a second, he didn’t say anything. Just looked at her. And then, unexpectedly, he reached for her hand and squeezed it, his thumb running over her knuckles.

"You remembered that?" His voice was quieter now, softer.

She scoffed. "Of course, I did. You never shut up about it."

Lando let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head, but there was something fond in his eyes, something almost touched.

"You’re the best," he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. Right there in the middle of the grocery aisle, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, with an old woman giving them a knowing smile as she passed.

Y/N felt warmth creep up her neck, but she just rolled her eyes. "I know."

Lando grinned, throwing an arm around her shoulder as they continued walking. "See? And you thought I was weird for wanting to tag along."

"You are weird."

"Yeah, but I’m your kind of weird."

She laughed, leaning into his side as they made their way to checkout.

Maybe it was just shopping.

But with Lando, even the ordinary felt like something special.

🪻🪻🪻

The morning sun cast a golden glow over their Monaco apartment, filling the space with soft warmth. The neatly packed bags by the door were a reminder of the plans they’d made, plans Y/N had initially thought were just a fleeting idea when Lando suggested them. But here they were, two years into their relationship, and he was still finding ways to make things special.

Lando stirred beside her, his arm tightening around her waist as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, voice still thick with sleep.

“Happy anniversary, love.”

She smiled, tilting her head slightly to press a kiss to his forehead. “Happy anniversary, Lando.”

He hummed in contentment, pulling her closer. “Can we just stay in bed all day instead?”

Y/N laughed softly, tracing lazy patterns along his back. “As tempting as that sounds, weren’t you the one who planned this whole day trip?”

Lando groaned dramatically, burying his face deeper into the pillow. “Who let me make decisions?”

“You did.”

Another groan.

A small chuckle from the corner of the room made her glance over, where one of the film crew members was adjusting a camera, capturing the intimate yet domestic moment. Lando peeked an eye open and groaned even louder when he saw them.

“Great,” he mumbled. “Now the world gets to see me beg to stay in bed.”

Y/N grinned, pressing a quick kiss to his nose before slipping out from under the covers. “Come on, sleepyhead. We have a road trip to go on.”

By mid-morning, they were driving along the winding coastal roads of the French Riviera, two crew members filming them from the back seat, capturing snippets of their journey. Lando’s hand rested on Y/N’s thigh as he effortlessly steered with the other, the soft hum of music filling the space between them.

She glanced over at him, amusement dancing in her eyes. “So, are you ever going to tell me why you picked Èze?”

Lando smirked, keeping his eyes on the road. “Would you believe me if I said I just wanted to impress you with my impeccable taste?”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her fondness.

The moment they arrived in Èze, Lando reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers as they wandered through the narrow, cobbled streets. The medieval village, perched high above the Côte d’Azur, was breathtaking, its stone walls adorned with climbing vines, small boutiques tucked into hidden corners, and the salty sea breeze carrying the scent of fresh flowers.

The crew trailed them subtly, capturing the way Lando would lean in every few minutes just to steal a quick kiss, or how his fingers absentmindedly traced patterns against her skin as they stopped to admire the view.

“You do realize people are going to say you’re way too clingy, right?” Y/N teased, nodding toward one of the cameras.

Lando shrugged, unbothered. “Let them.” He turned to the nearest cameraman, grinning. “I am clingy. Make sure you put that in the episode.”

The crew chuckled, but Y/N just shook her head, laughing as Lando pulled her into the nearest caf��.

Lunch was slow and easy, filled with stolen bites of food, quiet laughter, and the occasional “Look at him being soft” comment from Y/N to the film crew. Lando didn’t seem to care, not when she was there, looking at him like he was her favorite thing in the world.

When dessert arrived, two chocolate soufflés, Lando picked up a spoonful and held it out for her.

She raised an eyebrow. “Really? You’re going to feed me while they’re filming?”

He smirked. “It’s romantic.”

She rolled her eyes but leaned in anyway, letting him feed her. Lando grinned triumphantly, stealing a bite for himself.

“Put that in the episode, too,” he quipped.

As the afternoon stretched on, they hiked up to the Jardin Exotique, a stunning garden perched at the very top of Èze. The panoramic view of the coastline was nothing short of magical, the kind of scene that made everything else feel small in comparison.

Lando wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“This might be my favorite anniversary so far,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled, tilting her head to rest against his. “We’ve only had two.”

“Still. It’s hard to beat.”

A breeze drifted through, ruffling his curls as he held her, their hands fitting together so effortlessly.

Y/N turned in his arms, her gaze soft. “I love you, you know.”

Lando’s eyes searched hers for a moment before he cupped her face, pressing a slow, tender kiss to her lips, one that felt like a promise, like forever.

When they pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers, exhaling deeply. “I know,” he whispered. “And I love you more.”

A cough from behind them broke the moment, and one of the crew members hesitated before speaking.

“Uh… that was beautiful,” they admitted. “Can you do it again for a better angle?”

Lando groaned as Y/N burst into laughter.

“Fine,” he sighed dramatically, pulling her closer with a mischievous grin. “Guess we have to keep kissing.”

🪻🪻🪻

The second Y/N stepped into the apartment, she knew something was different. It wasn’t just the warmth of the space or the soft glow of the kitchen lights, there was something familiar in the air. A rich, buttery scent, layered with warm spices, the kind that immediately sent a comforting feeling straight to her soul.

She froze mid-step.

That was butter chicken.

Her favorite food.

And there was only one person in this house who would make that for her.

Her heart raced as she set her bag down and rounded the corner into the kitchen, where she found exactly what she hoped to see Lando, standing at the stove, stirring a pot with the kind of focus he usually reserved for a race car. His curls were still damp from a recent shower, his sleeves pushed up as he leaned against the counter, tasting the sauce with an expression of concentration.

He looked up just as she entered, and the slow smile that spread across his face made her stomach flip.

“Hey, love.”

She blinked, still processing. “You’re… home?”

He smirked. “Surprise.”

Her mouth fell open. “But… you weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow night?”

“Got an earlier flight.” He turned back to the stove, giving the pot one last stir before lowering the heat. “Figured I’d come back and make your favorite.”

She couldn’t believe it. She had been fully prepared to spend the evening alone, eating something mediocre while scrolling through her phone, missing him. But instead, he was here. Cooking for her.

Y/N didn’t think, she just launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her face into his hoodie as she breathed him in.

Lando laughed as he caught her, arms circling her shoulders as he held her close. “I take it you missed me?”

“Obviously,” she mumbled against his chest. “You were gone for so long.”

“Babe, it was five days.”

“Exactly. Too long.”

He chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to her hair. “Missed you too, love.”

A throat cleared from the corner of the kitchen, and Y/N stiffened slightly before peeking over Lando’s shoulder, only to find one of the crew members, clearly amused.

She groaned, burying her face back into Lando’s chest. “You let them film this?”

“I didn’t let them,” he said, amused. “They just… didn’t leave. Wanted to see you surprised and all.”

One of the crew members laughed. “In our defense, this is adorable.”

Lando grinned, tilting her chin up so she had to look at him. “Come on, love. You don’t want the world to see how obsessed you are with me?”

She narrowed her eyes. “I will shove your face into that butter chicken.”

His smirk widened. “Joke’s on you, I made extra.”

She rolled her eyes but let him pull her closer, letting herself bask in the warmth of his touch, the familiar scent of home.

Later, as they sat at the dining table, Lando watched her take her first bite, waiting for her reaction like a nervous contestant on a cooking show.

Y/N hummed in delight, eyes closing briefly as the flavors hit her tongue. “Oh my God.”

His lips twitched. “Good?”

She opened her eyes, pointing her spoon at him. “Suspiciously good. Since when can you cook like this?”

Lando leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. “What, you think I can’t learn things?”

“I just… didn’t know you wanted to.”

He shrugged, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Maybe I just wanted to impress my girlfriend.”

Y/N softened, her heart swelling. “You have impressed me. This is amazing.”

“Damn right it is.”

She giggled, shaking her head before taking another bite. “Okay, tell me about Shanghai. How was the race?”

Lando exhaled dramatically, shifting in his seat. “Ugh. Where do I even start? First of all, the strategy was so weird, like, I don’t know what they were thinking. And then, I had this fight with Max for like a hundred laps, and I swear, I thought we were gonna crash at least three times—”

As he continued, his hands animatedly reenacting the on-track battles, Y/N just sat there, watching him, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

She loved seeing him like this, completely in his element, passionate, excited. The way his eyes lit up when he talked about racing, the way his hands moved as if he were still behind the wheel.

“You’re staring,” Lando suddenly noted, smirking.

She blinked, cheeks warming. “No, I’m not.”

“You are.” He leaned in, resting his chin in his hand as he grinned. “You’re in love with me.”

She scoffed, trying (and failing) to hide her smile. “Don’t flatter yourself, Norris.”

“I mean, I did just fly home early and make your favorite food…” He reached across the table, running his fingers gently over her wrist. “Pretty sure that earns me some extra love points.”

Y/N laughed softly, flipping her hand to intertwine their fingers. “You already have all my love points, you idiot.”

He squeezed her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “Good. I plan on keeping them.”

She shook her head, taking another bite of the butter chicken. “Okay, but seriously, I want to hear the rest. So, you and Max—”

“Shh.” Lando reached over and gently placed a spoonful of rice on her plate, then another, before looking at her expectantly.

She raised an eyebrow. “Did you just—”

“Just shh and eat,” he said, his voice playfully firm. “I know you. If I let you talk too much, you’ll forget to eat, and then you’ll be grumpy later.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, but the corners of her lips twitched. “You’re so annoying.”

Lando laughed, leaning over the table to steal a quick kiss. “Yeah, yeah. Now eat up.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but obeyed, feeling impossibly warm inside.

There was something so simple about moments like this, the quiet, easy rhythm of their lives together. The way Lando cared for her in ways that weren’t always grand gestures but in the little things. The way he listened, the way he noticed, the way he just knew her.

Even with cameras in the background, even with the world watching, this was theirs.

And Y/N wouldn’t trade it for anything.

🪻🪻🪻

Las Vegas was supposed to be his night.

Lando sat in the dimly lit hospitality suite, still in his race suit, elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together so tightly his knuckles were white. The weight of the evening pressed down on him, Max had clinched the title, and he had been so close. The points gap wasn’t enormous. If things had gone just slightly differently, if the strategy had been sharper, if he had just pushed a little harder—

He exhaled sharply, jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the floor.

The suite was silent, except for the muffled sounds of celebration echoing from outside. His team was still proud, of course. McLaren had fought hard all season. He had fought hard. But second place wasn’t the dream. First was the dream.

And he had lost it.

The quiet creak of the door barely registered in his mind, but the soft footsteps that followed were unmistakable.

Y/N.

She didn’t say anything at first. She simply walked over, standing beside him for a moment, watching him.

Then, she crouched down in front of him, placing a gentle hand on his knee. “Lando.”

His eyes flickered up to hers. He knew the cameras were still rolling somewhere in the room, capturing all of this, his frustration, his exhaustion, the moment where his season had slipped away.

But right now, he didn’t care.

Y/N’s gaze was steady, her touch grounding. Slowly, she reached up, cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing lightly over the sharp line of his jaw.

“Talk to me,” she murmured.

Lando exhaled through his nose, his hand coming up to cover hers, pressing it against his skin as if he needed the contact to anchor him.

“I should’ve done more,” he finally muttered.

She frowned. “Lando—”

“No, really,” he cut in, shaking his head. “It was so close. We had the pace. We had the car. I just—” He exhaled roughly, eyes darting away. “I wasn’t good enough.”

Her heart ached at the way he said it, at the way his voice dipped into something raw and self-deprecating.

“Lando,” she said softly but firmly, tilting his face back toward her. “You were more than good enough.”

He let out a dry laugh, but there was no humor in it. “Doesn’t feel like it.”

She didn’t hesitate. “Because you expect perfection from yourself. But look at what you did this season. Look at how hard you fought. You challenged Max. You took it down to the wire when no one thought you could. You made them believe.”

His gaze softened, but she wasn’t finished.

“You think second place makes you less?” she whispered. “It doesn’t. You’re still you, Lando. And I’m so, so proud of you.”

His throat bobbed, his grip on her hand tightening.

“You’re just saying that,” he mumbled.

Y/N shook her head. “I never just say things. You know that.”

He let out a slow breath, his eyes searching hers like he was trying to hold onto her words, trying to let them sink in.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then, with a small sigh, he pulled her into his lap, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

She smiled faintly, running her fingers through his curls. He never did well with failure, not because he wasn’t used to it, but because he always carried it too much.

But he wasn’t alone in this.

And as she held him, rocking him slightly, she could feel the tension in his body slowly start to ease.

The crew was still there, capturing every second.

But all Lando cared about was her.

And somehow, for the first time all night, losing didn’t feel quite so devastating.

The press pen after the race was always exhausting, but tonight, it was unbearable.

Lando had lost the championship. He had done every interview with his usual composure, polite, measured, controlled. He had smiled when necessary, congratulated Max, and answered the same four questions in slightly different ways.

But this one?

This one was pushing it.

"Lando, do you think this was your only real shot at a title? Or do you worry you might just not have what it takes?"

The question landed like a slap.

Lando barely blinked. His PR training kicked in immediately, forcing a neutral expression as he nodded, exhaling through his nose.

"Look, we had a great season, and I’m proud of what we achieved. Obviously, it didn’t end the way we wanted, but I know we’ll come back stronger."

It was the kind of answer that was designed to deflect, to keep things from escalating.

The interviewer, however, seemed satisfied with their little dig, moving on to the next driver.

Lando barely had time to process it before he heard a very familiar voice from just beyond the camera crew.

"Are you actually kidding me right now?"

He turned just in time to see Y/N standing off to the side, arms crossed, glaring absolute murder at the interviewer’s back.

The Drive to Survive crew, who had been filming his interview, immediately turned their cameras to her.

"What kind of stupid question was that?" she ranted, clearly not caring that she was being recorded. "‘Do you think you don’t have what it takes?’ Seriously? What kind of journalism school did this guy go to? All he knows is how to rile people up!”

Lando pressed his lips together, trying very, very hard not to laugh.

She was fuming.

"He should be embarrassed," she continued, still glaring. "Lando literally fought for this title until the last possible second, and that’s the best he could come up with? I should go over there right now—"

Lando immediately stepped in, wrapping his arms around her from behind, pulling her into his chest before she could march into the press pen and make headlines. "Alright, alright," he murmured against her hair, biting back a grin. "That’s enough murder threats for one night."

"I wasn’t threatening murder," she huffed, but she didn’t resist when he turned her to face him. "I was just saying that guy deserves to step on fifty Legos barefoot."

"That’s fair," Lando admitted, his grip tightening slightly as he leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. "But I promise, I’m okay."

She searched his face, still frowning slightly. "You shouldn’t have to deal with that."

"I know." He smiled, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "But I’d rather deal with bad interviews than have to bail my girlfriend out for punching a reporter."

"No promises," she muttered, but her lips twitched, betraying her frustration.

Lando chuckled, then, because he simply couldn’t help himself, tilted her chin up and kissed her, slow and soft, like he had all the time in the world.

He felt the presence of what seemed to be a thousand cameras on them, but he didn’t care.

Because right now, nothing else mattered.

🪻🪻🪻

The studio setup was familiar by now, the sleek black backdrop, the dramatic lighting, the Drive to Survive crew hovering around with their cameras and microphones. It was the same place where all the serious, intense driver interviews had been filmed throughout the season.

Except today, it wasn’t serious.

Because today, it was Lando and Y/N sitting on the interview couch together, and nothing about them being in the same room was ever serious.

Lando leaned back comfortably, one arm draped over the back of the couch behind Y/N, while she sat cross-legged beside him, her fingers lazily toying with the hem of her dress. The crew had barely started rolling when he shot the camera a mischievous grin.

“So,” he said, adjusting his mic, “are we finally getting our own spin-off? Because I think the world deserves to see the behind-the-scenes of my life with this one.” He nudged Y/N playfully.

She snorted. “Your life? Excuse me? I’m the normal one in this relationship.”

The interviewer chuckled. “Lando, would you agree with that?”

Lando turned to her, looking absolutely scandalized. “Absolutely not. This woman started a verbal fight with a group of fans and nearly went after a reporter on my behalf. The only reason she’s not banned from the paddock is because she’s cute.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “The only reason you weren’t banned from my apartment after losing the title was because you’re cute.”

Lando grinned, nudging her shoulder. “So you admit it? I am cute?”

The crew laughed as Y/N let out a dramatic sigh, shaking her head. “Fine. You’re alright.”

“Alright?” He turned to the camera. “You see how she treats me?”

The interviewer, still chuckling, moved on. “Alright, let’s go back to the start of the season. You’ve had a whirlwind year Lando, you were a title contender, and Y/N, you were very vocal throughout. What’s been your favorite moment we’ve captured?”

Y/N hummed, tapping her chin. “Ooh, good question. Probably when Lando lost his mind after that crash with Max.”

The crew laughed knowingly.

Lando groaned, but he was smiling. “Of course that’s your favorite. Not like, I don’t know, any of my actual racing?”

“Oh, right,” she said, grinning. “The whole driving really fast thing. You’re decent at that.”

The interviewer raised a brow. “Just decent?”

Lando turned to Y/N, smirking. “I was in a title fight, you know.”

“Okay, okay, you were great,” she admitted, patting his knee. “There. Happy?”

Lando nodded smugly. “Very.”

The interviewer smiled. “And Lando, what about you? Favorite moment we’ve captured?”

He didn’t even hesitate. “Her reaction after my first win in Miami.”

Y/N blinked, surprised. “Wait, really?”

Lando looked at her, his expression softening slightly. “Yeah, I mean I’d never seen you that happy.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “And I like making you happy.”

Y/N bit her lip, warmth spreading in her chest. “Okay, that was kinda sweet.”

“I have my moments,” Lando said, leaning in closer. “You should kiss me now.”

The crew laughed, but Y/N just pushed his face away with a laugh. “We’re literally being filmed right now, Norris.”

“Yeah, and?”

The interviewer, still amused, decided to wrap things up. “Alright, last question. If you had to describe this season in one word, what would it be?”

Lando thought for a second, then smirked. “Chaotic.”

Y/N groaned. “Please don’t say—”

“Because of you,” Lando finished, grinning as he dodged the pillow she threw at him.

She sighed, shaking her head with a smile. “Fine. Then my word is entertaining, because watching Lando suffer through PR answers all season has been hilarious.”

Lando turned to the camera, deadpan. “She’s so lucky I love her.”

The crew laughed as Y/N leaned into him, stealing a quick peck on his cheek. “And you’re so lucky I put up with you.”

He smiled, lacing their fingers together. “Best kind of luck, isn’t it?”

And just like that, the season wrapped.

not so sure about this one, but then again when am i ever sure about anything! <3 also i am accepting requests, so feel free to send your prompts or ideas with any of the drivers xoxo