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[cheriladycl01]

Could you fic for Fernando Alonso with wife reader? They're on vacation during the winter and she's cold, so she take a water bottle and cradle it. Nando saw it and felt jelly and left out🤭 I don't know if it make sense. Add something else to it if it's not right. Thanks!! :))

Finland Freeze - Fernando Alonso x WifeReader

Plot: Fernando decided to take you on a ski trip, however after testing out the bunny slopes and multiple falls you need to go back to the log cabin for some warmth, however Fernando feels as though he should be that warmth instead!

"Come on. It's not that hard!" your husband Fernando laughed from the bottom of the small hill. You look down at him, from up here the slope looked huge.

There was multiple kids going past you, throwing themselves into the activity while you stayed there apprehensively.

"Come on mi amor!" he shouts up to you. You take a few more seconds before starting pushing yourself down the slope on the ski's. You start to speed up and you try leaning into the turn but end up just plopping down into the icy slope. You look up, pulling your goggles up seeing your husband laughing at you with his hands on his knees.

A dad laugh.

You got up quickly rubbing the snow away from your now probably bruised bum. You start up again, taking the turns a little slower and manage to get down to your husband with only 2 more slip ups.

As you neared him, he opened his arms wide as if you were a toddler coming towards him. You however didn't fully slow to a stop, and end up falling in between his legs taking him down with you.

"Offph, I know when i married you I said till death do us part... but your taking that very seriously!" he jokes looking over you before helping you up from the snowy floor.

"Your the one who got me to come to Finland with you! I would have happily spent my winter in Dubai, or Australia!" you comment, pulling him into a hug.

The next few times and he comes down the hill with you, holding your hand and making sure to balance you back out when you start to skid.

After a few more hours, your getting too cold, your cheeks fully red and not enjoying the dropping temperatures. You say that you'll go back to the cabin on the ski resort to warm up while Fernando goes on the big slopes with his personal trainer.

You get in, changing from the damp skiing gear you were sporting and wrapping a dressing gown around you while you shove it all in the washing machine.

You quickly make your way over to the bathroom getting in the warm shower and rinsing of your body, keeping it on a warm temperature to try and warm up the furthest bits of your body.

You stayed there for at least 45 minutes, where you fingers slowly started to resemble prunes. You put on joggers and a hoodie of your husbands and some big fluffy socks. You make you way down to the living area turning the kettle on immediately. You grab the matches and light the wood inside the fireplace that Fernando had put there the previous night when you both realized you'd used most of it up.

Once the kettle has boiled you split the water, most of it going into the pink fluffy hot water bottle you'd conveniently taken with you, even though you'd been told you wouldn't need it. The other goes into making yourself a tea, using the last of the milk you guys had brought for the cup, noting you'd have to go to the little shop on the lodge sight later tonight.

You grab multiple unhealthy snacks that Fernando always held a grudge when he saw you lazing around on the sofa and his cheat day foods in hand on a random Wednesday.

You set yourself up on the sofa under a white fluffy blanket, nesting yourself down in between the large pillows. You hug the hot water bottle and turn on a new crappy rom-com in the Netflix recommended.

Fernando walks in the door, snow in his hair from the growing snow storm outside making you chuckle at his gruff entrance despite his small stature.

He walk over to you and leans down kissing your lips making you recoil away and bury down into your blankets more due to the coldness he brought.

"No kisses?" he asks looking at you with a tilted head and puppy dog eyes.

"You're cold hermoso" you smile shyly, not wanting to be rude but also wanting to keep warm.

"Hmmmm, i'll get changed and then you've got to let me in that bundle of warmth!" he exclaims before crossing over to the bedroom.

He comes back in a pair of shorts and t-shirt the outfit making your eyes widen shocked that he could even possibly be warm in that outfit. He starts to climb into your nest you've created pulling a random wrapper off you and into the little bin behind you both before he starts to undo all your hard work of keeping the warmth in.

"Mmmmm no please!" you complain hugging the water bottle closer trying to keep the warmth.

"I'm hurt mi amor! This bottle is a better source of heat than me? Your husband?" he asks looking over you and you want to nod you really do but his expression makes you just stay still as he starts to pull the blanket away from you. He lays down, re-wrapping the blanket around himself when he pulls your hot water bottle away.

You groan out a complain.

"Mmmm I'm better than this stupid bottle!" he says before snaking his hands up under your hoodie making you shiver and whine from how cold his hands are.

"Fernando!" you gasp when he fully flattens his hands on your back.

"We'll warm up soon" he smiles fully laying on your and hugging your body into his.

"I was warm until you showed up" you sigh starting to play with his hair that was under the blanket so your finger tips didnt get too cold.

Eventually the fire really kicked in and your body heats started to regulate meaning you were both warming each other up nicely now, to the point where you both fell asleep in your little nest of the sofa hugging each other with the soft voices from the next movie that had automatically played on in the back ground.

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[f0point5]

MAD MAX FIGHT SCENE WHEN?? I have never needed a written piece more than right now

I also reserve the right to imagine Emilia throwing a shoe at someone in this scenario. Idk why i just feel like it could happen. She is not happy about it

MAD MAX FIGHT SCENE NOW!!!

Tell me why this went four different ways before I came to this version. The alternate version took place in a club and had Emilia spraying champagne at a bunch of people but fundamentally it didn’t work as a written piece because you can’t hear what anyone’s saying in a club for shit 😂 No shoe throwing but I hope you like it anyway 😂

Me writing action scenes is like something out of that book After it’s so bad I’m sorry but I hope you got where I’m going 😂

✨set after the Monaco Grand Prix 2018✨

I don’t regret it one bit, ‘cause he had it coming

Another Monaco GP, another yacht party. You’re not even sure whose yacht it is but you don’t care. During GP weekend, drivers can pretty much walk onto whatever boat they want. You, Max, Clara, and Laurent had wandered onto the biggest boat with people having a party and set about forgetting Max’s nightmare weekend. The party is chaotic, you’re not sure how long whoever is in charge of the marina will let the noise and overcrowding go on, but you’re enjoying the high, four shots down with Max on the upper deck, lazily moving to the music emanating from the DJ playing his set downstairs.

“Where’s Laurent?” Max asks, practically shouting in your ear. He’s tipsy, which he deserves to be, his arm slung over your shoulder as he looks around, jerking your body as he turns. He’s out way too late, you can tell by how his t-shirt is clinging to him, and the fluffy top of his hair has completely broken free of the gel hold. He looks positively feral. You don’t hate it.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, pushing up onto your tiptoes so you don’t have to shout. “Probably fucking Clara in a bathroom somewhere,”

Max chuckles at that, taking a sip of his Red Bull. He offers it to you but you shake your head.

“I thought you were supposed to be supporting me,” he jokes as you avoid the can.

“Not by rotting my insides,” you tell him, squirming in his hold as he bops to the Dua Lipa remix he’ll pretend he’s never heard before. He manoeuvres you in front of him as if you don’t even have feet, wrapping his arm around your stomach so that you’re still trapped, but comfortable.

“Je bent niet leuk, schatje,” he says into your ear. The air on your neck makes you shiver against him, and he must think you’re cold because he holds you tighter.

“I don’t know what you’re saying,” you tell him, which makes him smirk. “And I’m not your baby,”

“Ja, maar-“

“Max!”

You twist in Max’s hold when a guy you don’t recognise appears from somewhere in the crowd. Max lets go of you to greet him, and without being entirely engulfed by 80kgs of Red Bull and audacity, you realise you’re parched. You tell Max you’ll be right back and scoot out of reach before he can say anything. You creep through the crowd and then downstairs to where the drinks are without twisting your ankle, which, given how drunk you felt back upstairs, sort of surprises you.

There’s several ice buckets lining the edge of the deck and you peruse the options. You’ve certainly had enough to drink but one more vodka couldn’t hurt. You glance over at the cans of Red Bull and make a note to take one with you as you pick a glass off the table.

“Do you come with the bottles?”

Well, that’s a choice of opening line, talking to a girl like she’s a phone charm.

You turn to see what, not whom, actually felt comfortable saying that out loud and there he was. The epitome of a guy who would say that. He’s older than you, maybe mid to late 20s, all tan and tight jeans, dark hair cut in a fade, gold watch that could be seen from space and those Louboutin loafers. His cologne smells like Dubai.

You look him up and down very slowly and deliberately. “Not if you’re buying them,” you say, turning back to the ice bucket.

“Aw, come on, don’t be like that,” his voice is closer now, almost in your ear. You turn only slightly and find his face already next to yours. ”Come have a drink over here,” he nods over to a seating area where a few guys sit with girls that look too young to be there.

You know the type - down on a girls trip for the weekend with only party outfits in their bags, they’d likely hung around the marina until the pack of jackals had brought them here to ply them with alcohol they didn’t have to pay for. You’re half offended that this guy thought you’d be anywhere near that easy.

“I’ve got enough, thanks.” You say, firmer this time, as you give up on the vodka and just grab one of the many bottles of champagne in the ice bucket. When you turn to leave, you practically collide with the hunk of meat now towering over you.

“Who do I have to speak to to get you to come have a drink with me?” He asks, as if that’s meant to be sexy.

You roll your eyes. “Your hairdresser.”

“Come on, just one drink. I’ll make it worth your while,” he says, his eyes glancing down. You follow his gaze, already steeling yourself for some vulgar gesture, but he pulls out the edge of his wallet from his jeans.

You roll your eyes again. “I’m not pay for play. Now leave me alone.”

You step around him this time, starting to make your way back towards the stairs when this experiment in protein shake consumption blocks your way. You almost trip trying not to crash into him, not that he would have minded if the way he leans into you Is any indication.

“Look, I’m not some nobody, baby, I’ve got real fucking money. I’m what all you pretty girls come out here in your skimpy dresses for,” he says, the noxious smell of chemicals and tequila almost making your eyes water. What makes you feel sick is the way he uses his height advantage to look down your dress. “So have a drink with me. It’ll be fun, I promise,”

Only now does he employ an actual smile, the kind that you’d never want to be in a room alone with. Suddenly, you don’t feel like making any more jokes, you just want to get as far away from this guy as possible. Turning on your heels, you figure you’ll double back around the deck, but a hand tight on your wrist stops you in your tracks.

“Don’t walk away from me,” the words are growled, and you feel your pulse spike. Now you’re scared, but showing it will get you nowhere.

“Get off me,” you snap, trying to shake the giant cretin off you without causing a scene. He doesn’t let go and you’re just about to bottle him over the head when you hear Max’s voice.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Max strides towards you, looking as angry as you’ve ever seen him. He must have been watching from up by the railings of the top deck.

“Oh, here we go,” the guy grumbles, rolling his eyes as he looks at Max. You take the opportunity to wrench your arm free of him. “Don’t worry, bro. You can have her back when I’m finished with her,”

“You arrogant piece of shit,” you snarl at the guy, almost taking a step towards him before thinking better of it.

“Watch your mouth,” he snaps back, pointing a finger at you. “Your ass isn’t that nice,”

“The fuck did you just say?” Max yells over the music. He guides you behind him effortlessly and you don’t argue, though you do keep hold of his arm.

“You heard me, you prick,” the douchebag says, flashing Max a cocky grin. That won’t go down well.

You pull on Max’s arm. You can tell from the set of his shoulders that this is getting out of hand.

“Max, leave it,” you tell him, pulling him again, and this time he listens, sighing and shaking his head. He knows he has to let it go.

“Jesus,” the arrogant pig sneers, and you cringe. “Has this bitch got a magic pussy or something?”

You don’t even have a chance against Max’s reaction speed. He’s moving before your eyes can even follow, shoving the guy backwards so quickly that the drunkard stumbles slightly, but not as much as you thought he would.

“Shut the fuck up,” Max growls at him.

Dickhead doesn’t take this well, shoving Max back. You’re too scared to get in the middle now. People are starting to stare, a couple of them even have their phones out.

“Max,” it’s more of a plea than anything. “Stop it,”

You know Max isn’t going to just drop it. He doesn’t know how to walk away from a fight, it’s just that normally his fighting involves being protected by a ton of carbon fibre, not that he thinks he needs it.

“You don’t want to mess with me, man,” the guy shouts, looking over Max’s shoulder to glare at you. “Certainly not over some dirty yacht slut,”

Once again, you’re no match for Max’s reaction speed. You don’t see his arm move. You’re barely able to process his fist connecting with the guy’s face. You just see Dickhead fly backwards clutching his jaw as he tumbles to the ground.

“Max!” You scream, but this time he totally ignores you.

“Fucking pussy,” he yells, at the same volume but now that the music has been turned down so that everyone can pay attention to the spectacle, it feels like the whole marina can hear him.

He steps towards the disoriented drunkard on the floor and this time you manage to catch up with him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him backwards.

“Max, come on,”

He’s fighting it a little, and you press your nails into his skin as you fight harder, dragging him away from where Douchebag’s friends have swarmed around him trying to help. You know they’re looking in your direction but you ignore them and you’re hoping Max does, too.

He turns to look at you and it’s like barely recognises you, his face is flushed and his pupils are dilated and you don’t entirely recognise him either. It knocks the wind out of you, and for just a second you swear everything stops, even your heartbeat.

“You’re okay?” Max asks you, through frenzied breathing.

Your mouth is dry but you speak anyway. “I’m fine.” You don’t know if you’re lying. “Let’s just go,”

You don’t give him time to argue, and it seems he’s calmed down enough to realise now is a good time to cut your losses, because he follows you without complaint.

You don’t let go of him until you’re on the concrete pathway up towards the stairs that have street access. More accurately, that’s when you become aware that you’re still holding onto him. When two toasted revellers try to walk between you but can’t, and shout something at you in Spanish for walking too slow. You let go of Max but he still doesn’t say anything. You keep stealing glances at him as you walk. His shoulders are still tight, his jaw is clenched. His hands are clenched into fists at his side. He still looks livid. That’s why you’re nervous, that’s why you can’t catch your breath, that’s why it’s hard to look away from him. You’re worried about him.

“Well, that was stupid,” you say with a sigh, once you’re sure your words won’t come out as some kind of breathy invocation of a worse kind of chaos than anything you’ve already been involved in tonight.

“That guy was stupid,” Max shoots back, grinding his teeth.

“You could have got hurt, Max,” you tell him, shoving him in the arm. He rolls his eyes. Of course. When taking your own life in your hands is what you get paid for there’s not much you can afford to be scared of. “What would have happened if you’d broke your hand? Your dad would actually kill me,”

“My dad would have done the same thing I did,” Max counters, and you can tell by the several expressions that cross his face in quick succession that he doesn’t quite know how to feel about that.

“Your dad is an idiot,” you remind him. He doesn’t argue. “And so are you,”

He scoffs. “So I was just supposed to let him talk to you like that? Touch you like that?” It’s not really a question, more a general statement of unadulterated disgust and you can’t really blame him. “Fuck that. I’m not going to just-“

He cuts himself off, his jaw ticking again. Neither of you have ever spoken about it, but you know men behaving like sentient sewage is a sore subject for both of you. Maybe, you think, you shouldn’t make him feel bad for standing up for you. You’d never needed anyone to stand up for you, and you still didn’t, but the fact that Max always did means more to you than you know how to articulate.

You lean over and kiss him on the cheek, catching more of the corner of his mouth than you intended, but he doesn’t say anything. He just stops walking and looks at you, the left side of his lips twitching.

“You kiss idiots?” Max asks, tongue darting out to lick at his bottom lip.

“Exclusively,” you shrug, “judging by my dating history,”

That makes him laugh, a proper one, with that bark he does when he’s surprised how funny he finds something. All traces of the menace from the boat filter out of his body, and something in the back of your head tells you it was just in time.

“Hey,” a loud, obnoxious, and lovable voice rings out behind you. You turn around and see Laurent walking towards you with a well satisfied Clara on his back, holding a large bottle of pilfered champagne. “Where the fuck have you two been?”

[f1-giuki]

i'm here again. lestappen chussy smut with touch tank by quinnie <3

Caro have I ever asked your hand in marriage? 🥺❤️ FINALLY HERE WITH THE CHUSSY!!! it's been 84 years but I managed to write some chussy action😭 Hope you like this, even if it's long af😭💖 The song choice was amazing and I hope I did it justice!!!!!!!💖💖💖

touch tank - prompt post

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“Where has Charles gone? This is supposed to be her championship pool party!” George complains, holding his Martini glass tightly in his hands.

Lando rolls his eyes.

“It's her championship party, if she wants to sneak out with someone, it's her right to do so…” Oscar argues.

“That's why we can't see Max!” Carlos snickers, making the others laugh.

“Max? Did she invite Max, of all people? I thought they were mates on track only!” George asks, confused.

“Have you been living under a rock, George?” Oscar asks with a small smile.

“I beg your pardon?” George asks after taking a sip of his drink. Alex, on his side, has to keep a loud laugh from escaping his mouth.

“Mate, they've been dating for the past season, what is wrong with you?” Lando asks, disgusted that he finished his concoction of rum and Capri sun.

“Actually, they're together now, since the competition between them got tighter,” Carlos explains, proudly showcasing his knowledge.

“Since the Tuesday of Brazil, I think, Max asked her before the Sprint,” Oscar points out.

“How the fuck do you know this?” George keeps on asking.

“We have eyes, George…” Alex laughs.

Max and Charles are not far away from the party going on in the garden and adjacent beach of the Dubai villa Charles rented. They're on the roof of the building, where the sunspots are, giggling and sneaking away to have five minutes where they don't have to shake hands, accept congratulations for the championship! and sorry for the championship! or withstand some teasing. Five minutes where they can be freaks in love.

The 2025 season was one for the books, with Charles becoming the first-ever woman to win a Formula 1 world championship and Ferrari winning the title again after 18 years. Italy turned completely red, with people and celebrations filling the streets during the day and fireworks illuminating the night. The dream came true for Charles. Win with Ferrari. Against Max. Her boyfriend. She ticked off every point from her list, except having a moment for herself.

The party on Sunday was crazy and the sex with Max in the bathroom of the club was crazier.

Monday felt like a fever dream littered with soft kisses, with realisation slowly sinking in, as all the journalists left in the Emirates asked her all types of questions. The president of the Italian Republic and the Prince of Monaco also asked her for official events where she could be honoured as a champion by the local institutions.

Tuesday was calmer, in a way. Charles wanted another celebration, with just her friends, so she rented a villa in the morning for the afternoon. Her wish was everybody's command. She's a Ferrari world champion. But the party felt stuffy after a while, and Charles, in her bright red bikini, wanted nothing more than to feel Max's cold lips on her skin, looking at his messy hair and sunburned face, so they disappeared on the rooftop of the villa, where a few sunbeds were waiting for them.

Max doesn't bother closing the door to the rooftop, he's too preoccupied kissing Charles, with her legs wrapped around his waist, and trying not to fall as she keeps rubbing herself on his dick.

Max gently lowers her on the soft towel covering the sunbed and kneels between her legs. Charles Leclerc is a sight to behold, splayed out underneath him, her short and curly hair creating a delicious brown halo around her head. She thinks about all the religious imagery created with her face. If she's the Virgin Mary, then he shall be God. Maybe she shouldn't think about him putting a baby in her. Maybe later.

“No reward for the champion?” She asks, with a sly grin on her lips. The red lipstick she wore has moved all over her lips and on Max's.

Max laughs and rolls his eyes. They can hear laughter coming from two floors down, where the party is still going on. Max blushes a little.

“What? Are you afraid they will find out how good you can eat me out?” Charles asks, slowly undoing the strings of her bikini bottoms on her hips, baring her pussy to him. Shameless. Max loves her too much.

She knows he's salivating at the sight in front of him. He's thirsty, no matter how many times he quenches his thirst at such a source.

She watches him kneel on the ground and pulls her closer to him from her knees. Max feels such a deep hunger inside of him.

Charles moans in anticipation and Max licks a fat stripe over her cunt, making her laugh. The Max show is about to begin.

He leaves kisses all over her pussy, keeping eye contact with Charles. When she throws her head back Max sucks her clit lightly, enjoying how she writhes under him. He starts licking at her folds, savouring and claiming, sucking, as his hands keep her thighs spread. Charles moans and Max laughs, reverberating on her pussy. She fists his short hair, pushing his face closer to her core.

Max moves one hand to her labia, toying with the wetness he finds there as he goes back to her clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. Charles is always so sensitive, so easy for him to take apart. He gently bites her folds and enjoys when she clenches over nothing. He teases her again with kitten licks at her entrance and when she tugs his hair meanly he grins and starts fucking her with his tongue.

Charles moans and the thought of all the people downstairs comes blaring in her brain, making her impossibly wetter. Max, slurping and sucking, is the only one who doesn't make her feel like a maniac. He gets it.

He coats his middle finger in her arousal and starts teasing Charles’ entrance, looking up at her, covered in spit, searching for consent, breaking his rhythm and driving her crazy. She groans and nods and Max slowly replaces his tongue with his finger, moving up to kiss her mons Venus.

As he pumps his finger in and out he places his other hand over her lower belly, claiming the soft skin there. Charles sobs and undoes her bikini bra, playing with her breasts, pinching her nipples and pulling them, moaning louder as Max inserts another finger in her and fucks her.

He looks so good, gentle and devoted, with his baby blue linen shirt open, matching his ice eyes. Charles could come on the spot, thinking just about her lover. So big and safe and brave. She feels like just a girl when she's with him, in the most positive sense. She's just Charles, whether on an F1 track around the world, in an ice cream shop in Italy, or with her tits out in the Emirates afternoon sun. She's not some kind of circus animal with him.

Charles comes, squirting on his face, as he curls his fingers inside her, licking at her cunt and stimulating her clit with his nose.

He licks her clean and she sobs happily. Before it gets to be too much, Max lets her go, sitting next to her. She hugs him from the side and Max holds her with a big and dumb smile, as she inhales his scent, mixed with the salt in the air.

“I love you,” he says, stupidly in love, and she grins, with her forehead against his bicep.

“I love you too,” she says, laughing as Max drags her on his lap, making her sit there gently, lending her back to the sun.

“Oh God, Oscar, mate, you were right! They were fucking on the roof!” George shrieks in the garden, making her and Max laugh.

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Fake Love Part 5/8

Y/N in this chapter 😩

Reader is a kindergarten teacher. Nothing more nothing less. But following an accident whistle vacation in Dubai she somehow makes her boyfriend believe that she does somthing else for a living, something that earns her way more money than she has. Her boyfriend, Ruben, is just happy to have found someone who understands him so well, someone who doesn't want him for his money since money isn't an issue for neither reader or himself. Or so thinks. Would finding out the truth ruin their newfound relationship? Readers thinks so, and does everything to keep up the lie, although it has some bad people from the middle east looking for her.

Enjoy!

He couldn't wait. Neither of you could wait. However, it was Ruben who insited on flying you out to Manchester for the weekend to watch him play.

"I have nothing, what should I wear?" You asked Alicia, as she helped raid your closet.

"I would say go shopping. But..."

"I don't have any money."

"Of course you don't."

She mumbled something under her breath.

"Huh, what was that?"

"I said, I bet Mr Siddiq have some money to spare."

You rolled your eyes. "Let it go Alicia, it's been months."

"But don't you miss it?" She crawled across the fallen outfits on your bedroom floor. "Don't you miss the thrill of spending somone elses money? The thrill of getting anything you want with one phone call to some account in Dubai? Don't you miss it?"

"No."

You would suggest that she lay of the caffeine, however with Alicia you never know, it could be drugs.

"Alright,  if you've got nothing to wear I guess I can lend you some of my designer clothes."

"Really?"

She nodded. "Unlike you, I put Mr Siddiq's money to good use when we were in Portugal."

"Thank you Alicia, really."

"No worries, and I'll make sure to slip in the promiscious lingerie I got from Savage x Fenty."

You arrived in Manchester on Friday evening, barley making it home after a day's work. You had to rush to the airport not to miss your flight. Then Ruben had a car pick you up at the airport, since it would be too tight for him to pick you up himself after his training. Nevertheless, your heart was in your throat by the time the car pulled up to his apartment building. The doorman had you hand over your ID card so he could check the guest list. It was fancy, the way that Ruben lived.

"Y/N, you're here!"

The doorman let you take the elevator up to the right floor. You knocked on Ruben's door and was happily suprised to see him appear with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his lean waist.

"Suprise." You smiled, even though he was well aware that you were coming. You hugged, a long hug, with Ruben apologizing for soaking your shirt.

"It's fine, I'll just have a quick change."

"Sure. The bathroom is over there. I'll get started on dinner."

Ruben could cook, he could really cook. You spent three hours around his dinner table, chatting away about anything and everything. "So what's the plan for tomorrow?" You asked, helping him clear the dishes.

"After the game, the depending on the result, we could eat out,  have nice dinner somwhere."

"And if the game doesn't end well? What would happned then?" You were curious to know.

"Well, we're playing United, aren't we?"

"Yes, and?"

"Trust me." He smirked. "It will end well."

Next morning you woke up to an empty bed and a note on your bedside table.

"Off to the stadium. Made you breakfast. See you soon. –R ❤️"

Ruben was so sweet and apparently, a very deep sleeper. He had you in a strong hold of you all through the night, your body pressed to his, unable to move. And you loved every minute of it.

For breakfast he made you a delicious omelet with a proteinshake. The omelet was out of this world, however, the protein shake was a bit too heavy, so you put half of it away in the fridge for later. You got ready around one o'clock, dressing up in one of Alicia's cutest outfits. A black skirt with big pumps to go with, and a coat from Gucci along with a pair of leather gloves. You wore your hair in a tight bun, along with a pair of earmuffs for the cold. Ruben had a car ready to drive you to the stadium once you were done. It was breathtaking, seeing so many people line up for a football match. The experience would be a first for you but you were more than excited for it.

"Told you we would win."

Ruben was definitely not humble about his team leaving victorious against United.

"You were amazing Ruben, really."

"Thank you baby." He kissed you and you stiffened. It was the first time he had done so since your arrival, and he had done so whilst you were surrounded by all kinds of people.

"You okay?" He said, smiling at your reaction.

"I'm..." You smiled. "...fine. I'm all good actually."

"Good.  So where do you wanna eat?"

You shrugged. "I'll go wherever."

"Really?"

"Yeah, why?"

He looked to contemplate something.

"Well, my friend is having this thing at this club, a celebration because of the win."

"Right."

"I'm not sure there'll be any food, but maybe we could pick somthing up on the way?"

Meeting Ruben's friends hadn't been involved in your plans for the weekend. It wasn't like you and Ruben were together or anything. How had it come to this?

"Or we could just go somewhere else." He said, noticing your hesitation. "I know some nice restaurants nearby by if you...."

"It's fine Ruben." You assured. "I'd love to go clubbing with you and your friends. However, I think I'm a bit underdressed."

It wasn't that you were underdressed. You wore more layers than most of the girls that you ran into in th club. But, you were really not dressed for a night out.

"Oh my god, hi! You must be Y/N!"

"Um, hi."

At some point of the night, when Ruben got comfortable letting go of your hand, you ran into a girl at the bar.

"Hi, I'm Lauren. I saw when you came in with Ruben and thought I'd say hello."

"Um, hello?"

"I'm being creepy, sorry. I'm with Jack."

"Jack?" You frowned. You don't believe Ruben had introduced you to a Jack yet.

"Yeah, Jack Grealish....Ruben's teammate?"

You looked around, confused as to who the girl was reffering to."

"You've never heard of Jack Grealish?"

"Um, no. But I'm sure if you point him out I could...."

It doesn't matter. Can I have your socials?"

"My what?"

"Your social medias. Like Instagram, Tik Tok. Please don't tell me you're on Facebook?"

"I'm not. I just don't think..."

It doesn't matter,  I'll find you."

It was like watching a master at work. In under twenty seconds Lauren had picked up her phone and scrolled through hundreds of accounts. "Found it! @y/n.1995, right?"

"Right."

She worked fast. Faster than Ruben, who didn't have your @ for obvious reasons.

"Ugh, why is it so grey?" Was Lauren's reaction to your feed. "And who's that fat guy in like every picture?"

"Eh, that would be my dad."

"Oh."

Most of the content you put out on your social medias were of other people. You should've given Lauren Alicia's Instagram, there she might have found what she was looking for. Aesthetic traveling content that made real agencies look like amateurs. However, Lauren kept scrolling, looking displeased until the end.

"You and Ruben haven't posted each other yet. Are you guys like only having fun, or...?"

You had no idea what she possible meant by that, however, your answer was simple, perhaps too simple. "We've only been talking for a while, so..."

"I get it." Lauren nodded, finally putting away her phone and turning to order a drink at the bar. "Three bottles of Moët and a BIG bottle of Grey Goose."

"Three Moët, one 6L Goose, for table number three. Anything else?" The bartender rounded up Lauren's crazy bill. Hopefully she wasn't planning on consuming all of that alcohol by herself, you thought. No, prayed.

"No, that will be all, thanks."

"Sweet, that'll be 1 000 pounds."

"Fuck. I forgot my purse at the table. Y/N, you don't mind paying do you?"

"Excuse me?"

"The drinks are for our table. I'll just have Jack pay you back once he's sober enough."

"Um, what?" Was she crazy, you didn't have that kind of money.

"Unless you're not good for it. I could just get Ruben to..."

"No!" You panicked. "I mean....I'm good for it, paying for the alcohol."

"Great. I'll see you back at our the table."

You watched her skip away with the bottles and the last of your pride. The bartender made a gesture that you were holding up the line.

"I'm just gonna make a phone call." You said, shying away from the crowd. You looked up the number that Alicia made you save as "Suger Daddy #1"

"Yes, hello? Is this Mr Siddiq's accountant?"

[bluesmason]

ok but imagine you’ve joined mason in dubai because you weren’t able to make it to qatar due bc of work so he asked you to spend his few days off with him and some of his mates 🥺 so the alarm you set last night bc of your plans with the others later wakes you up and you look over to see mason still sleeping peacefully in the expensive white sheets along with the the most beautiful view of dubai right outside the hotel window… his chest on full show and him breathing softly so you cuddle up to him and slowly trace your fingers over his face while whispering his name to tell him to wake up but all he does is pull you even closer to his body, naked chests touching bc the two of you only managed to put some underwear to sleep in after a looong night filled with lots of sex, burrying his head into your neck while groaning and saying something about sleeping for a little longer 🥺 so you’d cuddle him for a few more minutes with his hands running up and down your back and your head on his chest before escaping his grabby hands and getting up to shower and get ready for the day 🥺

so after you finished up in the bathroom you walk out in just a towel and see him propped up with his back leaning against the headboard, his hair a mess and his face looking all sleepy with his eyes fixated on you as if you’re the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen which makes you blush and tell him to get into the shower so you’re not late to your plans with the others. so while he’s in the bathroom you get dressed into some clothes that the two of you went shopping for yesterday, mason having insisted on getting them for you which you obviously declined at first but he made sure to tell you that he just wants to treat you to it bc you’ve been so busy with work. so as he walks out of the bathroom in just his boxers he gets dressed in black pants and black shirt, looking as sexy as he always does he comes up to you, resting his head on your shoulder while putting his hands on your hips, softly playing with the hem of your new shirt asking something like “oh is this new, baby?” which makes you rest your head back against his shoulder humming in confirmation so him being his cheeky self puts his hands underneath your shirt, slowly running up your stomach to your boobs… fingers playing with the lace of your new lingerie asking “this too?” while pressing kisses against your neck 🧎��♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️but you pull his hands away, telling him “no funny business, mount. we’ve got breakfast to go to” knowing full well that if he goes any further you won’t leave the hotel room at all today. so you grab your purse and head for the door, knowing he’s right behind you bc all he had left to do was grab his phone and wallet. and then when you’re both in the lift going down to the lobby he would lean against the wall and pull you into his chest, making you rest your head against it bc he knows you’re sleepy from a long night and he’d just hold you like this the whole way down, occasionally (the word hehe) kissing your head 🥺

and when you’re down at the lobby you meet rashy, benny, luke and their girlfriends and go for breakfast which would be so nice bc you really like their comapny and you love watching mason interact with his friends and you love how even when he talks to them he still shows that you’re all he really pays attention to with his hand on your thigh, his thumb running up and down in a soothing motion 🥺 and then after breakfast you’d walk to maybe some mini golf place with mason holding your hand the whole way there, talking with you and the others about anything and everything 🥺 then during mini golf he’d be his usual competitive self, being all pouty when you manage to get the ball in with less tries than him and pretending to me mad at you, when you know half of it is jokes and half of it is him actually being annoyed bc he’s not the best at something for once but you’d later wrap your arms around his waist as you’re all waiting for the winner to be announced to tell him to stop being a pouty baby which he’d acknowledge by kissing you softly 🥺 then later in the day after walking around dubai for a little longer you’d all go to dinner and a fancy bar afterwards with both you and mase drinking a few drinks which would lead to both of you being tipsy and turning into touchy messes, with his arm around you, taking any chance between conversations to kiss you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear and your hand on his thighs with your body leaning into his… both of you knowing that as soon as you two go back to the hotel you’ll spend another night having lots and lots of sex

[lovekz]

baby mama <3 (6)

syn -> taiju has a baby mother, and he just can't get over her. it seems like she can't get over him.

warnings : fighting, baby mama drama, drunk behavior, not proofread

note : the girls are so late w this one yall, sorry

by the end of the night, most of the people taiju wasn't too close to had made their way home.

anastasia left with her godfather, kokonoi, to spend some time with him and inui.

that just left you, shuji, mitsuya, yuzuha, hakkai, and taiju's woman.

when he said goodbye to the last of his guest, he made his way out into the backyard once more.

"alright. pool?" taiju suggested, pointing towards the now empty pool.

everyone agreed, making their way up to bathrooms and bedrooms.

but before you stepped off, you felt a hand grab your shoulder.

you thought it was taiju, ready to curse him out now that everyone was in the house.

but it was yuzuha.

"change with me." she suggested, giving you a warm smile as she pointed to the house.

you nodded hesitantly, grabbing your things from shuji and following her to the guest room she was staying in.

she shut the door behind her, resting her things onto the bed and taking her shirt off.

you followed suit, resting your pink outfit in the closet next to her clothes.

"loved the pink on you, by the way." yuzuha said, grabbing her bathing suit and tying her hair up.

it was a forest green two piece, a skirt accompanying her.

you rolled your eyes, pulling out your two piece bathing suit that was the same pastel pink as your outfit.

"yeah yeah. what do you want? you hate my guts, remember?" you scoffed, looking in her mirror and posing.

the statement made yuzuha chuckle as she put her slippers on. expensive, just like your own.

"it was the heat of the moment. i don't really hate you. we're basically sisters." yuzuha replied.

you whipped your head around to look at her, squinting.

"i know you seen that tramp hanging off taiju all night." you scoffed, putting on your slippers on.

yuzuha broke out into a laugh, walking up to you with her phone in hand.

"glad we have something to agree on. take pictures with me?" yuzuha questioned.

who were you to reject?

~

when you made it downstairs, everyone was already in the hot tub waiting for you.

you placed your belongings next to shuji's, climbing in to sit between hakkai and yuzuha.

shuji was next to yuzuha and mitsuya, having some sort of conversation with the shorter male.

"man, it's good to see you." hakkai said, stretching his arm to wrap around your shoulders and rock you.

he had more than enough drinks, making you giggle and rock along with him.

"you seen me a day or two, kai." you reminded, looking up at him with a smile.

"a day too long!" hakkai exclaimed, pressing a kiss into the temple of your head.

you completely forgot how much of a lovey drunk he was.

you turn your head to yuzuha, who was smiling.

"i'm glad to see you so relaxed zu. you're such a workaholic." taiju said, smiling at his little sister.

she turned to him with a little smile, and you don't miss the way it falters lightly when she sees lola or whatever her name is.

she was handing off of him again, arm wrapped around his bicep while she rested his head

yuzuha clears her throat before opening her mouth. "i take breaks, you know. and we're gonna take even more soon." she chuckles.

hakkai perks up at this and grows a even bigger (if possible grin).

"she said we're going to dubai for an event in two weeks." hakkai said, flaunting his invisible money.

yuzuha kissed her teeth and leaned back, mouthing months to everyone in the pool.

"dubai is so beautiful. i use to live there." larana piped up, beaming a smile at everyone.

shuji looked at you from the corner of his eye, giving you a look.

you couldn't understand what it meant, as he looked away from you with a small smile.

"the lightning is so beautiful. are these lights new?" shuji asked, looking towards taiju.

you reached your arm around hakkai to give shuji a high five.

taiju looked up at the lights, and so did everyone else. you smiled, immediately recognizing it.

"these are the lights i bought. why didn't you tell me you put them up tai?" you questioned.

you had bought the lights when you were staying, complaining that the backyard was too dark.

it was when you were pregnant with anastasia, and wanted to put your swollen feet in the hot tub.

the memory made taiju smile, shifting in his seating.

"i actually didn't. layna did." taiju said, squeezing her shoulder.

the air became uneasy, making shuji look at you with that same look from earlier.

get that bitch mama.

"so you just let anyone touch my shit?" you questioned as polite as can be. at least you thought so.

hakkai leaned off of you, finally sobering up enough to understand the vibe.

mitsuya blew air out, immediately looking over to his best friend for a response.

you could've sworn you heard him say 'me personally' under his breath, waiting for an reaction.

of course, he didn't receive what he wanted to hear from him. but a different response from the lady on his arm.

"i didn't think you'd mind. you did leave it here." layna scoffed lightly, looking at you.

you immediately lifted your hand out of the water, pointing your new acrylics to her.

"shut the fuck up while grown people talking." you spat, before looking back at tiaju.

"that's unnecessary, ma." taiju said, reaching out and pushing your hand down.

you rolled your eyes and grinned.

he didn't try to defend her. he just knew what you were insinuating by pointing at her.

"i didn't realize. was hoping you'd take them up today, didn't know they were this beautiful." taiju explained.

yuzuha looked at the girl who was fuming beside him, obviously feeling offended.

"for your information, i'm older than you." loriel snapped back.

a good few minutes later when everyone forgot about her.

"and still acting like a little bitch. push off." you laughed, putting your hand up to block her.

you immediately felt a hand slap yours down, much harsher than taiju did.

obviously, everybody seen who did it because they were shocked.

shuji looked at you again, now grinning and slouching in his seat.

beat this bitch up mama, don't let her punk you.

and that's exactly what you did.

you didn't bother taking your nails off, and just swung on her.

she stood up out of her seat along with you, but that didn't help her with anything.

you quickly got her up off her feet and onto the ground, pummeling her face in.

"get that hoe mama!" shuji cheered on immediately, pulling his phone out and grinning.

yuzuha did the same, kneeling over to get a good video.

lorie begins to try and fight back, effectively rolling you off of her and trying to get off of you.

of course, you don't allow that and kick her square in her chest, causing her to fall back into the wet grass behind you.

you get up once more, watching as she stood up and punched her right in her jaw and that fatass nose.

she shrieks, before reaching out to grab a hold of your hair.

you don't let her, punching her right in her face again and watching as she fell to the floor.

taiju, already over tonight, climbs out of the hot tub and drags away the girl, holding you up against the wall.

laryina was already knocked out.

"you got her. that's enough." taiju said, dodging all of your hits towards him.

"getting her isn't enough- i need that bitch in the hospital!" you cursed, swinging your legs.

taiju groaned in annoyance, before shoving you into the house with an eyeroll.

before you could run out after her, taiju shoves you into the nearby bathroom and catches you before you meet the floor.

"let go of me-" "shut up." taiju demands, stopping you from stepping out the door.

you huff, before beginning to pace up and down the bathroom.

"you looked so good tonight. why'd you let her get under your skin mama?" taiju questioned, frowning at you.

you looked at him, before running your hands through your hair.

"she- she was trying me tai! i don't take disrespect lightly and you know this." you complain, looking in the mirror.

your hair was fucked up and your nails were almost all gone.

and shuji just paid for them yesterday!

taiju could tell what you were thinking about, because he wrapped his arms around you.

"i know, but she's just upset with you." taiju mumbled into your neck, looking at you through the mirror.

you looked at him confused, trying to fix your hair. but you knew it was unsavable until you got home.

taiju let out a deep sigh, keeping you in his arms so that you didn't run off while his guard was down.

"she saw our tape." taiju complained quietly, rubbing your thighs lightly.

you raised your eyebrow, before you grew a grin.

"the one from a couple weeks ago?" you giggled, looking at him and squeezing his arms.

he nodded.

when you two shared a bed the night he wanted to remincise, maybe he wanted a video to remember it.

and maybe he wanted to say a couple things that he shouldn't have say.

and there's a possibility he made you say a few things as well.

to anyone, it seem like you two were making love.

and that's really not a good look on him, considering he had a girlfriend when it was made.

not like you cared though.

if you had him running back to you like you did constantly, maybe he wasn't interested in the relationship he was in.

you lightly move taiju's hands from around you and sigh, straightening up and looking at your nails.

"you should probably go help her." you grumbled quietly, not wanting to look at him.

taiju attached himself right back to you though, pressing soft kisses to your jaw line.

"fuck that. i wanna be here with you." he whispered, pulling your body into him.

you tilted your head back onto his shoulder, frowning.

before you could get another word out, loud knocks could be heard at the door.

"hey! shuji asked if you're ready to go." you heard yuzuha call out, making you sigh in relief.

you pushed taiju off you again, not before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"go help your woman, shiba." you said, opening the door and walking out to yuzuha.

the two of you walked to the room she was staying in, immediately having a seat on the bed.

yuzuha sighed, laying back with a light grin.

"man, i knew tonight would be fun." yuzuha stated, looking over to you with a smile.

you laugh, getting up and grabbing your clothes. "glad i was able to make your night." you said, putting your slippers on.

she nodded, standing up and giving you a hug.

"why don't you come to dubai with us? we'd love to have you." yuzuha suggested, tilting her head.

you nodded, wrapping your arms around her with a smile. "i'll let you know if i can make it." you whisper, before letting go.

by time you grabbed all your things and went downstairs, shuji was already by the door with his own stuff and your phone.

he was talking to mitsuya and hakkai, who were nodding along.

you know they all pitched in and worked together sometimes, so conversations came naturally.

"shu. you ready?" you asked, yawning quietly.

all that fighting made you tired.

"yeah. let's go mama, thanks for having us." shuji said, pulling you into his side and walking out to his car.

you got in the front seat, leaning back with a small sigh.

he started the car, beginning to drive you home. luckily, he was just the right amount of sober to get you there safely.

shuji respected your decision of not wanting to speak, letting the music fill the late night air.

when he makes it to your house, he parks in the driveway and grabs your hand.

"you okay?" he questioned, giving you a small frown.

you looked at him and smiled, squeezing his hand a bit. "just fine shu. a little tired, but fine." you informed.

he nods, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand and handing you your things.

you thank him quietly, getting out of the car and walking to your front door.

when you open the girl shuji honks his horn. you turn around in confusion, raising your eyebrow.

"i love you girl!" he calls out, popping his head from outside the window with a big grin.

"i love you more you goof!" you laugh, waving as you watched him begin to pull out of the driveway.

you roll your eyes, before walking upstairs to your bathroom.

you climbed into the shower, deciding to rinse yourself off before heading to bed.

all that chlorine you were in earlier, then rolling around in the wet grass immediately after.

your body would probably be sore when you woke up tomorrow.

so when you got out the shower and changed into your pjs, your phone pinged three times.

you weren’t expecting anyone to text you.

but it was probably shuji letting you know that he made it home safe.

he did always say sharing his location wasn’t enough.

he needed to let you know verbally.

but it wasn’t him.

it was taiju

[3:13am] baby daddy : hope you made it home safe mama

[3:13am] baby daddy : I’m really sorry abt tn..

[3:14am] baby daddy : but I can’t stop thinking about you. can I take you out tomorrow? brunch?

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[short-skirt-longjackett]

Renewal Isn't A Lie Anymore pt. 10

(okay so we're officially back and I'm ready to start hurting feelings again. And yayy double digits :) )

-Edward Nashton x gn! reader/ Bruce Wayne x gn! reader

-warnings: none that i can think of, but let me know if there are any!!

Hurt.

That's all you could feel right now. Emotionally and physically.

But even with all this pain, you're still standing.

You groaned as you woke up, opening your eyes to see your shared room with Bruce. The dark room, the black, silk sheets you convinced Bruce to get, and the strong scent of his cologne clung to the room around you.

You felt dead, your entire body hurt but mostly your neck. It felt like you were dragging ten sacks of potatoes just trying to sit up. But when you eventually do, you look at the ground below you. You were no longer in your funeral attire, but your old pajamas. The soft ones Bruce got for you from Dubai which you told him not to get you since they were expensive. You knew he still cared about you.

It was a surreal moment. Being back in your home after not being here for a while, but everything looked the same, just as you left it. You knew he liked certain things to look a certain way, but he also liked those certain things to look how you wanted them. When you two got serious, you took over creative control of his manor, which he had no problem with. It may sound stupid to others, but he liked whatever you liked.

Slowly standing up, you walked to the bathroom at a snail's pace, legs feeling like jello as you walked. Turning on the night felt like hell as your eyes adjusted to the brightness. Looking into the mirror, you saw your figure. In shorter words, you looked like shit. You neck was marked with red lines from that metal death trap that was around your neck. As you ran your fingertips over the red marks, you heard a familiar voice.

"It's a pleasure seeing you again, Y/n.." Alfred said.

It was uncommon for him to be informal, but you liked that he was talking to you like a regular person. You couldn't help but smile, "It's good to see you too, Alfred," you said, your voice small and hoarse. before he could say anything, you hugged him. You knew he wasn't one for affection but given the past events and what happened at the church, he allowed you to wrap his arms around him. He knew you had a warm a heart, different than other depressed souls in Gotham. Alfred knew what you’ve gone through, so would allow it this once.

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As you laid in bed, flipping through television channels to quench your boredom, the door opens. You though it was Alfred bringing you your dinner, but it was Batman...not Bruce.

You felt nervous under his gaze, like you almost shouldn’t be in that bed. He stood there before finally coming to your side of the bed and sitting down. He looked at your face, “Are you alright..?” he asked, already knowing the answer wouldn’t be yes. You just shrugged, too nervous to speak, too nervous to talk to the man you’re married to. Well the man that was underneath the mask.

“I don’t know…” was all you could say. You looked down at your hands, twirling your fingers together. “Listen…I know you’re mad at me because I was unfaithful, you have every right…But I can’t live if I know you’re with someone else,” he said, taking your hands into his gloved ones.

You wanted to roll your eyes, “You’re only saying this cause you were caught,” you mumbled, not making eye contact with him. “Please listen…She knew who I was under this mask, she could’ve outed me and out us in danger,”

“Oh so that means risking your marriage?”

“It’s not like that! Please, sweetheart, you know I only love you. You’re the only way that I let see the me inside of me. I have never opened up to anyone else, not even Alfred who raised me…”

God, he rarely called you sweet names, so hearing him say sweetheart made your stomach flip with butterflies even with your brain still mad at him. He caressed your hand, his free hand caress your face with small strokes of his thumb.

“I messed up. I let myself so whatever she wanted just so I could protect you, but also my image. I’m selfish. I know I’m distant and emotionally unintelligent…but one thing I do know is I love you,” he said, looking you in the eyes as he spoke.

Though he wouldn’t admit it, there were tears in his eyes. You felt bad. You knew he was a cold person but he would give up the world for you, and only for you. The only time he ever cried like this was your wedding and when he finally opened up about his childhood and his experiences.

Your eyes stung as tears welled up, seeing him cry made you want to cry. He immediately takes notice and wipes your tears, kissing your face where the tears would’ve fallen. “I know you know that I received a video of you…having sex with him..” he said, almost sounding nervous.

You felt like sweating bullets. You had sex with Gotham’s most wanted man after all. “I’m not going to yell at you for cheating since we were split…and I’ve done the same. But what i’m concerned about is how he found you. I’m scared that he will end up doing worse than that…and today proved that…” he said.

And he was right.

You didn’t know what the masked villian had in store for you. Yes, it was Edward, but that mask made him a completely different human being. A monster.

Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him the truth. You would never kiss and tell. And Bruce did the same.

“I know we both…had sex outside of our marriage. And it hurts me knowing that he did that..but I know it hurts you that I did it first…Can we just…call it even and somehow works this out?” he said, sounding unsure of how to express his wants. Bruce never knew how to express his feelings properly, but you knew what he was talking about.

Edward betrayed you. He used your kindness and vulnerability just to turn his back on you and make you a pawn his his game. What loyalty did you have to him now?

You couldn’t tell if it was pity for yourself or your love for Bruce, but you leaned in and kissed him. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. He couldn’t possibly deny you, so he held you by your lower back and kissed back.

Your kiss felt hungry yet passionate. The way you both needed each other physically and emotionally. Kissing him felt like you were back home.

The kiss was slowly getting sloppy. Bruce now leaning you back against the bed to continue kissing you. He groaned into the kiss, like he was dying to have a taste of you after how long. And you felt the same way, you did marry him after all.

His hands wanted to roam, wanted to explore his partner like he did before this mess. But damn that bat signal in the sky.

He looked out to see it shining bright in the dead night sky. He sighed, feeling terrible and just wanting you for the night. But your patted his shoulders in reassurance.

“Don’t worry, go and see what’s happening. I’m not leaving.” you said, wanting to stay with Bruce and be by his side again. He smiled, before giving you a few more sloppy, needy kisses before pulling away, “Please don’t stay up too late, I don’t want you to be tired in the morning…” he said, giving one final kiss before pulling away to go do his nightly duties

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While you enjoyed your husbands company, Edward was freaking the fuck out. He kept trying to call you, text you, hell even email you.

He felt sick knowing what he did. Maybe if he explained to you what would happen you could’ve been home with him now, instead leaving him to drive himself crazy.

Maybe if he let you know this one plan, you could be laying in bed with him now. Maybe if you knew, you would either agree to do it or just not go to that damned chruch at all.

But who would say “Of course Edward, i’ll let you strap a bomb to me to make batman shiver in his suit! That’s a great idea!”

As he laid in bed, he could only scroll through news articles. Seeing footage of you from that small police cam…seeing your terrified expressions made him sick. He even felt himself cry, seeing how scared and frightened you looked.

He knew he fucked up.

And now, there’s no possibility of you coming back.

[yvonne-rutherford]

Holy Water Cannot Help You Now

Location: Burj Khalifa

Day 1 into Day 2 of the party

Mentions: @cassandra-acton

Yvonne sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at the phone in her hand. The screen was lit up with Cassie Acton's contact information and all she had to do was hit dial. So why was she frozen like a damn deer in the headlights? From the moment Félix propositioned her, she had clarity on the path forward, a luxury that had eluded her for years. 

If she was being honest with herself, deep down in the part of her brain she was trying to ignore, she knew the real reason she was frozen. Once she made this call, there was no turning back. This was betraying her family, betraying her father, the man she'd wanted nothing more than to impress for her entire life. But, she had to look out for herself and for Maddie's future. Besides, what loyalty did she owe Andrew Rutherford? He was the one responsible for so much of this mess, wasn't he? He was the ones who brought the Russians to London, and that made him at least partially responsible for Amir's death, right? The bitter lump lodged in her heart that was only growing by the day mused that maybe this would finally get his attention on her.

The shower stopped and Yvonne knew it was now or never. If she didn't make this call now there was no telling if the courage would remain the next time she had a moment to herself. Standing up, she walked over to the half empty bottle of whiskey sitting on the table, took a swig straight from the bottle, and hit thee call icon before she could chicken out.

"Hey, Cassie. I want to talk when I get back from Dubai. It's about….well, everything I know about my family. My schedule is wide open so just, let me know when you're free. Thanks."

Her hands were shaking as she hung up and tossed her phone back onto the hotel bed. It was a miracle she could keep them steady enough to pour herself a glass and down it in one go, just in time for Félix to walk put of the bathroom, his shirt still unbuttoned and a look of genuine concern on his face.

"Is everything okay?" His voice was level as he walked towards her. When he was in arms reach, Yvonne wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and leaned up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips.

"Yeah, I just had to make a phone call. Now, where were we?"

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The Last Guide to Finding the Best Maid Service in Dubai

Welcome to the bustling city of Dubai, where life moves at lightning speed and time is truly a luxury. With our hectic schedules and never-ending to-do lists, it's no wonder that many of us need extra help around the house. That's where maid services come in, providing a much-needed solution for those seeking a clean and organized home without sacrificing precious hours.

Whether you're a busy professional, a parent juggling multiple responsibilities, or someone who values their free time, finding the best maid service in Dubai can be a game-changer. But with so many options available, how do you choose? Fear not! In this ultimate guide, we'll walk you through everything you need to know to make an informed decision and find the perfect cleaning partner tailored to your needs.

So sit back, relax, and let us take you on an exciting journey into the world of maid services in Dubai – your key to maintaining an impeccable home while reclaiming more moments for yourself!

Factors to Consider When Choosing a Maid Service

When it comes to choosing a maid service in Dubai, there are several factors that you need to consider. First and foremost, you should consider the company's reputation. Look for reviews and testimonials from previous clients to get an idea of their level of satisfaction.

Another critical factor is the range of services offered by the maid service. Ensure they offer all the services you require, whether general cleaning, deep cleaning, laundry, or ironing. It's also worth checking if they provide additional services such as pet care or babysitting if needed.

Another crucial aspect to consider is the qualifications and experience of the maids. Find out if they have undergone any training or certification programs related to housekeeping. Experienced maids will know more about different cleaning techniques and can handle specific requests or challenges.

Reliability and trustworthiness are essential when allowing someone into your home. Ensure the maid service conducts thorough background checks on their employees before hiring them. Additionally, inquire about their policies regarding insurance coverage in case of any damages or accidents during their work.

Consider pricing options and compare them with other maid services in Dubai. While affordability is important, don't compromise on quality for lower prices. Considering these factors, you can choose the best maid service in Dubai that meets your needs and expectations!

Services Offered by Maid Services in Dubai

To wrap things up, let's look at the wide range of maid services offered in Dubai. When choosing a maid service, it's essential to consider your specific cleaning needs and find a company that can accommodate them.

Typically, maid services in Dubai offer general house cleaning tasks such as dusting, vacuuming, mopping floors, and sanitizing surfaces. They will also clean bathrooms thoroughly, ensuring all fixtures are spotless and shiny.

In addition to regular cleaning tasks, many maid services provide specialized services such as deep cleaning for kitchens or bathrooms. This involves tackling hard-to-reach areas like behind appliances or inside cabinets to ensure every nook and cranny is sparkling clean.

Some maid services may also offer laundry and ironing services for an additional fee. This can be incredibly helpful for busy individuals or families struggling to keep up with laundry piles.

If you have pets at home, you'll be glad that some maid services offer pet-friendly cleaning options. These include removing pet hair from furniture and carpets and disinfecting areas where your furry friends spend time.

Many maid services also provide move-in/move-out cleaning options for those moving in or out of a property. This includes thoroughly cleaning the entire space, including walls, windowsills, blinds, and more.

Last but not least (yes, I just made up that word), some companies even offer eco-friendly cleaning solutions using environmentally friendly products that are safe for your family and the planet!

When it comes down to finding the best maid service in Dubai for you - one size does not fit all! Consider your specific requirements carefully before deciding on which company to hire. Please take into account factors such as the reputation experience level of staff members provided by the service provider itself rather than independent contractors) references from previous clients if available), pricing structure (hourly rate vs. package deals), understanding what is included in the service package, and any additional services that may be offered.

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Villa Design ideas that fuse beauty and functionality

Designing a villa is a complex process that requires understanding the occupants' lifestyle, preferences, and local context. Villas offer luxurious living within gated communities, featuring modern amenities and outdoor spaces like pools, gardens, and balconies. Villa design distinguishes itself from traditional bungalow design by its modern interiors and facilities. Sustainability and technology integration are increasingly important. Whether a classic, modern, or small villa, design must be tailored to needs while considering architectural unity, functionality, and comfort. High ceilings offer vertical design opportunities. Villa exteriors set the design tone, ranging from modern styles with clean lines and indoor-outdoor living to fusion styles like India Modern blending traditional and contemporary elements. Spanish villa designs, with Mediterranean influences and ornate details, also stand out. Designing small villas presents unique challenges while retaining contemporary aesthetics.

For effective villa interior design, follow these guidelines:

Consistent Design Style: Maintain a unified look while allowing distinct features in each zone.

Color Harmony: Use the 70-20-10 or 60-30-10 color guideline for base, contrasting, and accent shades. Introduce metallic accents.

Relaxing Zones: Create serene spaces indoors and outdoors for relaxation, such as reading corners or poolside areas.

Luxury Focus: Prioritize dream spaces like walk-in wardrobes, spa-like bathrooms, and home libraries.

Social Areas: Design family gathering spaces and entertainment rooms.

Modern with Tradition: Blend modern design with traditional accents, such as glass-enclosed 'floating' pooja rooms.

Unique Focal Points: Experiment with standout details as room focal points.

Lighting Strategy: Plan ambient, task, and accent lighting for a serene ambiance.

Duplex Elegance: Utilize double-height zones in duplex designs with skylights and wrap-around staircases.

Enhanced Indoor-Outdoor Connection: Strengthen the link between indoor and outdoor spaces in contemporary Villa Design. Use large windows, garden-integrated rooms, internal courtyards, and skylights to connect with nature. Pay special attention to designing outdoor areas like terraces, verandahs, patios, and gardens, which offer personal solitude or shared connections in a relaxing setting.

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Fake Love Part 6/8

⚠️Warning ⚠️

18+

Reader is a kindergarten teacher. Nothing more nothing less. But following an accident whistle vacation in Dubai she somehow makes her boyfriend believe that she does somthing else for a living, something that earns her way more money than she has. Her boyfriend, Ruben, is just happy to have found someone who understands him so well, someone who doesn't want him for his money since money isn't an issue for neither reader or himself. Or so thinks. Would finding out the truth ruin their newfound relationship? Readers thinks so, and does everything to keep up the lie, although it has some bad people from the middle east looking for her.

Enjoy!

You felt like shit leaving the club and returning to Ruben's apartment. The last thing on your mind was alcohol. You barley drank anything at the club, the thought simply repulsive to you. How could you have been so stupid, using Mr Siddiq's money again? All of it to obtain some silly facade you've made up for yourself.

"You okay?" Ruben asked.

You lingered in his living room, not really saying anything.

"Yeah, I'm just, uh....I'm just tired, I think."

He nodded. "The bathroom is all yours if you want to use it first."

"Thanks. I'll only be a minute."

"Or...." You flinched as Ruben reached out and grabbed a hold of your wrist. "Or we could do it together. A hot shower would be really nice right now, no?"

You were really not in the mood, feeling so disgusted with yourself. "Is it okay if I shower on my own. I'm just really tired from the day."

"Of course." Ruben was quick to let the grip around your wrist go. "Yeah. No. Do whatever feels comfortable Y/N."

"Thank you. I'll only be a minute." You mumbled.

You took a quick shower in attempt to rinse off the shame, however, the shame was still there when you stepped out. "It's all yours." You said, to Ruben who had been waiting patiently for you to get out of his bathroom. However, he did not rise from the side of his bed. "Y/N." He said, his gaze quite distant. "I'm sorry that I....It was stupid of me to bring you to the club." He ran a remorsful hand  through his hair. "It's your first time in Manchester and I overwhelmed you with your first football game, that I didn't even ask if you enjoyed. Then I introduce you to all of my friends, although I promised to take you out for dinner...." He shook his head. "I ruined our weekend, didn't I?"

"Ruben." You stepped forward to where he was sitting on the bed, his face buried in his hands. "You haven't ruined anything. This is one of the best weekends of my life and do you wanna know why?

"Why?" He mumbled from below.

"Because almost every minute was spent with you." 

Ruben raised his head, eyes grey in the dark and his jaw outlined by the moonlight outside. "Really?"

"Really." You nodded, letting your hand caress the side of his face, his stubble prickly against your finger tips. Ruben grabbed a hold of your waist, pulling you towards him. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging your pelvis and burying his nose in the center of your belly, inhaling your scent. "I like it when you're here." He sighed. "I want you to stay here with me forever."

You smiled. "You know I can't."

"Why not?" His voice was muffled up against the fabric of your hoodie. "There is room for the both of us. My home is your home."

"That's really nice of you to say Ruben,  really. But I'm not..." The thoughts of tonight, returned. The thoughts of what you had done.

"Y/N?" Ruben could feel it, how your body tensed at the thought of it. "What's wrong?"

You looked down, notcing the deep dent between his brows. "Nothing I just...it's nothing."

He pulled you back to get a better look at you. "Then why are you crying? Please tell me what's wrong."

"Ruben I'm not..." You hated it, the unwanted tears. You gritted your teeth,  pushing through it. "I'm not who you think I am."

"No? And who do you think I think you are?"

You shook your head. It was all so silly. And it was gonna sound even sillier coming out of your mouth as words. "Rich." You snorted. "I'm not rich or good in bed, which I've probably made you believe with our facetime calls. I've practically stripteased you into flying me out to your home in Manchester." You kept on snorting whilst Ruben's expression remind unmoved. "And I'm not like your friends. I don't fit in with them. My Instagram is not colorful and filled with pictures of all the times I've been on a yacht. I'm not the skinniest and my family is definitely not skinny. And I..."

"Are you done?"

Ruben's voice interupting you was like a punsh in the gut.

"Sorry?"

"I said, are you done, talking down on yourself?"

"Um, I guess so."

"Good, because you're perfect."

You sighed. "Ruben, I'm really not."

"To me you are. Otherwise you wouldn't be standing in front of me right now." His jaw clenched when he spoke. "Y/N, you're not here because my intentions are to sleep with you. You're here because I think you're amazing, down to earth and way more interesting to be around than those others girls you met in the club tonight. I've been there and done that, and it's just not enough for me anymore. But you are."

"I am?"

"Yes, Y/N. You're perfect."

Falling in love was a realization of its own. You were falling in love with Ruben. He swept you up in his embrace again, lifting your hoodie, disappearing underneath it to plant kisses across your belly.

"Stop it, it tickles."

He flipped you over, throwing his weight on top of you as you now lay under him on the bed.

"Ruben, it tickles."

His head popped out from under your hoodie, his hair now a tousled mess. "Can I take this off?" He tugged at the hemn of the fabric. You nodded, raising your arms. Ruben's eyes widened with every layer of skin that revealed itself to him. Once the hoodie was off, he went in, gently devouring your breasts with his mouth. You moaned with the pleasure, to which he grunted in response.

"Please stay with me." He said  between suckling your nipples.

"I can't."

"Please."

"No, Ruben."

"Please. I don't want to spend another day without you."

He wa strong headed, his stubborness reflected in every thing he did to you.

"Fuck." You gasped, opened mouthed.

Once  all clothes were tossed aside Ruben became an animal. He entered you with force, but not until he knew that you were ready for him. He had you in missionary, then all fours. And at some point he had you on top of him as he lay on the floor.

"Ruben please." You bounced on his dick the best as you could. But you were close to the edge, so close.

"Come for me baby. It's okay, come for me."

You collapsed on top of him, with your walls twitching around his cock. He was over simulating you with a hand still roaming where the two of you were connected.

"Yes, like that, squirt for me."

He enjoy watching you do it. The clenching of your abs caused by the spasms, followed by the liquid that lubricated every inch of his stem. He used it to pull out of you with ease.

"We didn't use a condom, are you okay with that?"

"You're asking that now?" You chuckled, laying exhausted against his warm torso. Ruben shifted, making the motion to stand. You were too weak to follow and waited for him to heave you up from the floor and tuck you into bed. He joined you after getting you a glass of water, placing it on the bedside table for you to grab whenever.

"I meant that I'm clean, just so you know."

You nodded, embracing being his little spoon. "I would say I'm clean too, but I'd definitely be lying."

"Oh."

You smiled, imagining the look on his face. You reached back to grab his hand, guiding it towards the spot. "See, I'm a mess, not clean at all." You felt his stubble against your shoulder, then his lips. He spoke against your skin. "Don't worry, I'll clean you up tomorrow, but for now..." His fingertips were already making slow circles over your clit. "You don't mind me making it a little more messy, do you?"

"Your never gonna stop, are you?"

His chest vibrated against your back when he laughed. "Not as long as I have you in my bed."

********************************************

You got home, back to Chells Way, Stevenage, suprised to find Alicia on your couch, dressed in a silk pajamas, enjoying a bowl of cereal.

"I can explain." She gurgled.

"Me first." You dropped your bags and moved to the center of the living room, blocking Alicia's view of the TV. "I fucked up. Like, really bad."

"Me too." She nodded.

"I used Mr Siddiq's money again, even though we agreed that we wouldn't."

"Me too." She nodded, to which you frowned. "Wait what?"

She nodded, more vigorously this time. "I've been using the money. I never stopped actually."

"Alicia."

"It's an addiction, like I said."

"Well how much have you spent in total?"

She shrugged. "I dunno, about 20 000."

"20 000 pounds! Alicia that's crazy." Panic in your eyes. This was not good.

"I know, I know. But it gets worse."

"Worse?"

She nodded. "I think someone is looking for us."

"What?"

"Someone working for the UAE embassy."

"How do you know?"

"They came knocking on my door, thinking I was you. I told them you were out of town and wouldn't return until June. Then I got in my car with the clothes on my back and been hiding out here ever since.

"Shit."

This was not good at all.