#but when she went to wash her hands after it was done and she couldn't get the dirt out. and she could FEEL it digging into her fingertips

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I'm The Problem (Luke Hughes)

Summary: Luke isn't the happiest camper post his shoulder surgery, and he feels at a loss at the fact he needs help doing almost everything. His best friend Y/N has been there every step of the way, but takes a step back after Luke get overstimulated

Warning(s): angst, yelling/cursing, crying, lack of self-worth

"For fucks sake."

Luke was annoyed to say the absolute least.

After getting an injury towards the end of the season, especially during playoffs, he felt like he let down the team at the one time where it counted most.

The surgery went smooth and well, it was the recovery that was taking a toll on him. He was a someone who liked the faster healing process rather than sitting on being patient. Only in certain cases that is, which this one happens to be part of.

He always looked forward to the summertime because he got to see his friends back home, stay at the lakehouse, golf and skate freely without the pressure on him.

Now he could barely do any of that without his injury causing some sort of issue. Don't even get him started on the sling. He hated that thing with a burning passion.

Y/N though, was there to help pick him back up when he needed it most.

She managed to take time off of work for a couple weeks during the week of his surgery to help him, especially since Jack was still in recovery from his own.

Luke didn't think he'd be able to get through anything without her around, she was an angel in disguise for him post surgery.

That was at first.

The more and more Luke figured out he couldn't do while in Michigan, the more frustrated and overwhelmed he began to feel. He couldn't swing a golf club, put on clothes properly, wash his hair, drive a car (or boat for that matter). It was beginning to piss him off as time went on.

Y/N would cut in to help him whenever she could see the annoyance reaching his eyes.

The time he was trying to open one of his meal prep containers, tongue sticking out as he grumbled at it not opening.

So Y/N walked over and softly grabbed it from his hands. "I got it, it's okay." she assures him with a soft smile, opening it with a pop and handing it back to him.

"Thank you pretty girl," he chuckles dryly.

Luke first started off mumbling out 'thank you's and now he barely said a thing when she'd cut in. He would either scoff or stomp away like a toddler.

Y/N understood how helpless Luke felt, as having a knee surgery a few years back that caused her to be bedridden for a month or two. it was hard to see everyone doing stuff for you around you when all you wanted to do was accomplish it on your own.

What Luke didn't know was how exhausted Y/N was. Not mentally, but physically. She was up every night the week post his surgery, making sure to switch out his ice packs, bandages, meds, you name it.

She only got a couple hours of sleep realistically each night during that time. She would never complain about it, because she wanted to make the process easy on Luke.

It was now the summertime in which meant she was done with college for the time being until fall, so she was also joining the boys at the lakehouse as per tradition. Not only to make sure Luke had the help he needed, but to also see her other favorite friends she hadn't seen in a bit as they were all traveling for work too.

It was another early morning in the Hughes lakehouse, she was just returning from her workout session and grocery shopping when she could hear the quiet commotion of some of the boys awake in the kitchen.

She smiles warmly as she sets down both arms that are full of grocery bags, nicely onto the counter. Dylan Duke, Cole and Quinn were all awake and made their ways over to the girl to help unpack everything.

"You're all awake earlier than usual." she jokes, opening a bottle of water.

"We decided to run this morning, and we were the only ones who actually got up at our alarms to go." Cole mentions, making her chuckle lightly.

"Should've came and joined my class today. Totally would've made you sweat your asses off, but totally worth how you feel afterwards." She says after she swallows a sip of her drink.

Quinn gives her a look, and points at her. "Absolutely not, I've seen how scary Hot Pilates can be." he denies as he puts groceries away.

"Oh come on it isn't that bad. You gotta try it before you hate on it!" she argues, Dylan laughing at her statement.

"We choose life sweetheart," Cole laughs. "Besides us men can't be seen dying in a class like that. Let's be real." Dylan adds. Y/N rolls her eyes playfully.

"Besides," Quinn buds in. "Luke was about to go insane if he didn't get out of this house somehow and do something more productive."

Y/N raises her brow. "He went running too?"

The boys nodded. "How'd he feel after that?" she says, going to sit at one of the barstools and crossing one leg over the other.

Quinn puts a hand over his neck and slides it across as if to signal not to ask. She purses her lips. "That bad huh?"

Dylan sighs. "He ended up stopping halfway through and walking the rest of the way because the motion kept killing his shoulder. He was red in the face by the time he got back to the house, and it wasn't just from how warm it is outside."

Y/N rubs a hand over her face. "Did he take any of his painkillers? I left them on his nightstand this morning before I left."

Dylan shrugs his shoulders. "No idea. He was too crabby to talk to, so I have no idea."

"You know I'm not deaf right?" Luke's voice booms into the kitchen, his back turned towards them all as he goes to sit on the couch.

He was dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and a plain navy blue t-shirt, his sling over his body and hair still slightly damp from his shower.

Y/N looks at the boys, trying to hide her amused smile as they are. They decide to keep putting stuff away for Y/N while she looks back at Luke who is hunched over and tense.

She hops off the chair and makes her way towards him and rounds the couch to sit next to the blond boy.

He is staring forward, knee bouncing as if he is contemplating in his head.

"How're you feeling Lu?" she asks cautiously.

Luke just grimaces. "Sore." Is all he responds with.

"Did you take some of your meds?"

"Yeah I did when I got back."

"Why didn't you take them before?"

Luke just lets out a loud huff and rolls his eyes, standing up his spot and walking into the kitchen to join the boys conversation.

Y/N frowns at his mood change, knowing no matter how frustrated he got, he never shut her down like that. Instead of bombarding him she ignores it and stands up herself.

"I'm gonna go shower, and then what is the plan today?" she asks.

Cole scratches his head. "Uhhh I think we're going to do the boat for like an hour or two, and then Jack was saying we should hit up this new juice place. He said it's similar to Jamba Juice or something, but it's like the protein juice things."

She gives a thumbs up before walking away towards Luke's room to grab a change of clothes before heading to shower.

Once she finishes and she's dressed, she heads back down the stairs to now see everyone was awake and music was softly playing in the background as they all conversed.

Jack saw her and smiled before pulling her in for a bear hug. "Goodmorning sunshine."

"More like good afternoon now sir." she chuckles, and Jack rolls his eyes as he looks down at her when they break apart. "Hey I forgot I told them I would join this morning, I like my sleep."

"Oh I know. I said you guys should've just joined my workout class this morning."

Jack snorts. "Absolutely not, I choose life my dear Y/N."

"That's what I told her!" Dylan points out, mouthful of food.

"You're a bunch of wimps." she laughs as she goes to grab the cooler off of Quinn's hands.

"Let's get this show on the road now shall we? We're wasting daylight!" she says before heading towards the sliding door.

They all began to slowly follow behind the girl, her letting them all pass to make sure the door was shut before they left. Luke was the last to leave, his face still a bit more droopy. His eyes caught hers, and she gave him a soft, warm smile. "You ready to go?" she says.

"I'm here aren't I?" he says with an annoyed tone, making her smile fall slightly but she tries to hide it and just nods.

"I brought some of your stuff just incase you start to hurt while we're out there." she says, and he just nods.

"You feeling okay Luke?" she finally asks as they walk side by side.

"Yes I'm fine, stop asking." he says in a short tone, earning a frown from Y/N.

"Watch the tone I'm only asking because I care." she shoots back, and watches his face fall slightly.

"Sorry. I'm sorry you're right. I'm just really sore today." he says with a sigh, and she nods. "That's okay. It's normal. I get it." is all she answers with a tight smile.

The rest of the way onto the boat is quiet between them both, Luke deciding to catch up to Duke and talk with him as they got onto the boat.

Jack helped grab the cooler and Y/N's wrist to help her onto the boat, the girl smiling thankfully at him as she stepped onto the wobbly platform.

She went to go sit across from Luke instead of next to him like she usually would, just to give him a bit of space as she's noticed his mood has been a bit more negative with her.

Luke doesn't say anything as he sees her sit across from him, only eyeing her as he talks to Duke who sits on one side of him. She gives him a tight-lipped smile before looking away and starts to talk with Cole and Trevor, Quinn being the designated driver for the day.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Ouch Trevor! Move your fat ass over!" Y/N laughs out, pushing the boy over to his side of the booth, rolling her eyes as he playfully dramatized her actions with a fake pout.

The other boys get back with everyone's drinks, Y/N thanking Quinn as he handed her what she ordered before she takes a sip.

The group all converses amongst one another, discussing the plans for the summer and all the concerts they have all planned while sipping and munching on food and drinks.

"So Y/N you gonna have any dates while you're out here this summer?" Cole teases, earning a look from her with an amused smile.

"Yeah absolutely not. Remember how that went last summer?"

"Which one? The one that stood you up and said his fish died, or the one that ordered for you?" he jokes.

"Both actually," she chuckles while sipping on her drink.

"Yeah I remember when you texted the chat saying how the dumbass had been already sitting at a table with food ordered by the time you got there."

"Wait what? He already had it ordered?" Jack snorts.

She nods with a laugh. "Oh yeah. Basically gave me the house salad that comes with his order. So didn't even order me something for myself." she says, the guys all laughing.

Luke rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he remembers that day. She felt so annoyed and so pissed off, and she was starving after that ended.

"Never again. If I go on a date at all this summer, it's because it's with the guy I'd actually want to go on one with." she admits, making the boys all snap their heads to her.

"Wait," Trevor says, mouthful of chips. "There actually is a guy you have your eyes on??" he questions, and she nods with a raised brow.

"Who?" Duke pries, and she shrugs her shoulders while stirring her drink.

Her eyes scan the group, Jack giving her a knowing look and she just averts his gaze. "Oh come on you've gotta give us something." Cole groans, and she shakes her head.

"Nope not this year."

"Why not?"

"Because everytime I tell you guys, I feel like I jinx it because then they ghost me right after!"

"I doubt this one would." Quinn hums out, making her snap her head towards him and his shrugs.

"What? It's true!"

"Quinn knows?! Why does Quinn know?" Trevor whines.

"She didn't tell me, I just figured it out." he laughs, and she points at him with a nod.

"He's right."

"Well then now you have to tell us." Trevor begs, and she shakes her head with a laugh.

"What does Golfing look like this week?" she says to change the subject. The guys easily grab onto the bait and start discussing what they had in mind, her eyes drifting towards Luke who sat in the corner of the booth.

He was in his own world, gnawing on his straw as he tries to listen to the group converse. She can tell he is in his own mind.

She lightly nudges his leg underneath the table, causing him to snap out of his daze and look over at her. "You feeling alright?" she asks a little bit more on the quiet side, not to disturb the group of boys in front of them.

He rolls his eyes. "Y/N when are you going to stop asking me that? It's really not necessary." His gaze going back to the boys.

"You just seem off, and I want to make sure you're okay. Or that if your shoulder is bugging you-"

"I'm not a pussy I can handle the soreness and pain that comes with my injury, alright? Knock it off." he snaps quietly, his eyes burning over towards hers.

She looks at him in disbelief, stunned at the words that just came out of his mouth.

"Fuck me I guess." she mumbles back before deciding to ignore his energy, ignoring the look he throws her way after she says that, indulging in the new topic the boys were now caught into.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

Once they had arrived home from the juice place, Y/N was at a breaking point.

After how Luke had treated her throughout the day, she began to realize something was seriously wrong with him. She couldn't figure out what it was.

She knew he had been frustrated about his injury in general, but she didn't know why it was getting worse whenever she came around.

The boys all went to sit down in the livingroom as the rain started to slowly come down. The soft patters being heard on the rooftop of the house.

They turned on some country music while connecting the PS5 to the giant TV screen. Y/N had gone into the kitchen to go and grab herself something to eat and something to drink, setting it onto the kitchen island as she also went and prepped Luke's meds he was supposed to take every evening like clockwork.

The glass of water fills up and she tries to hide the shaking in her hands, both from exhaustion and anxiety because of what's going on with Luke.

She shook the tension away that was forming between them, and put on a fake facade while walking over to the boys.

"You going to come and join us for a round?" Cole asks, motioning towards the video games on the screen.

She smiles and nods. "Yes I will. Just give me a few minutes."

Y/N walks towards the other big couch where Luke was sitting with Duke and Jack, softly putting her hand on his good shoulder. He whipped his head towards her before rolling his eyes.

"Hey I have your meds, and I grabbed you a water to help get them down-"

"I don't need it."

"Luke you know you're supposed to take these or you can't sleep." she pries with a frown.

He huffs and decides to ignore her, starting to talk to Duke and Jack again. The boys give her a reassuring look before looking back at Luke.

"Luke, take them. You know how you get without them. If you take them later you're going to get sick." she tries again soft but stern.

Luke still doesn't acknowledge her, so she lets out a huff.

"Luke I swear if you don't take these-"

"Oh my fucking fuck Y/N just stop! I said No!"

"Luke I know you don't want to, but your surgeon says you need-"

"I don't give a fuck! I am sick of taking those and I am sick of you breathing down my neck and forcing those down my throat. Seriously knock it the fuck off!" he snaps, making the room quiet and look at the pair.

His eyes are now staring up at hers with a sharp glare, hers frowning down at him in confusion.

"Luke what the fuck is your issue? I'm just trying to help you-"

"Well fucking stop helping! I don't need your help, or you! You're insufferable! You breathe down my neck at every single moment of every single fucking day and it's annoying. You're like a clingy girlfriend who won't hop off my dick. Seriously stop, just stop!" he yells out, and begins to stand up.

Only when he stands up, his good shoulder hits her hands that were frozen in place with the glass and pills. Before she can react, the glass and pills spill from her hands and crash onto the hardwood floor, glass shattering everywhere.

It was so silent that you could've heard a pin drop. Y/N is frozen as she looks at the mess on the ground, hands shaking as her anxiety increases, hands frozen in their spot where she was once holding things.

She could feel the tears forming, lip quivering.

"Y/N" Jack's voice perks up slowly.

"Y/N are you okay?" Jack asks slowly once again. She snaps out of her daze, and sniffles putting on a fake smile.

She nods quickly and her arms fall to their sides.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine, I'm good. I uh I'm just going to clean this up and head to bed." she says before walking quickly to the kitchen to grab the cleaning supplies.

Jack is the first to stand up and follow behind her to the closet.

She's letting out a few huffs and sniffles when he sees her, shakily grabbing the broom and dust pan. Jack grabs them from her hands and says her name softly to have her look up at him.

"I got it. It's okay." he says to her in an assuring tone.

She looks into his eyes for a second, Jack seeing the heartbreak hitting her eyes as tears fall freely.

"I got the mess. Okay?" he says one more time, and she wipes her eyes.

"Okay." she sighs before leaving the room quickly and rushing up the stairs.

When Jack emerges from the closet and over towards the mess on the ground, his eyes glared over at Luke who was still standing and facing where Y/N once stood.

"You're a fucking asshole, Luke." he growls out. Luke sighs and lets his head fall.

"That was a dick move. Real dick move bro, she's been there for you the most out of anybody." Duke adds in, Luke running his hands through his hair.

"Well she hasn't left me alone for one fucking minute! I was losing my mind okay? This recovery has fucking sucked." he sputter out, sitting back down and putting his face into one hand.

"Do you know how much shit she has done for you? She didn't sleep a wink when she was one jersey during your first week post surgery." Jack admits.

"What do you mean?" Luke says.

"She stayed up a majority of every night in case you woke up in pain, or in case you needed something other than your doses of your meds. She was the one who would fill the kitchen with your favorite snacks. Your favorite drinks. She was the one who has dropped everything to take you to PT and your surgical follow ups. She hasn't slept since your surgery, because she wants to make sure this recovery is as easy as it can be for you!" Jack bursts, red in the face.

Luke sighs. "Fuck." he winces.

"Dude if you weren't injured right now I'd fucking smack you silly." Quinn scoffs.

"I don't care if you're injured, I'm still debating on doing it." Jack says.

Luke felt like shit. It was all hitting him now.

The times he caught her already awake at five in the morning. The tired red eyes she would have, bags very prominent underneath. The little naps she would take on his lap during the day. Her forgetting to eat because she was so caught up on preparing his food. Missing nights out with her girlfriends to be there for his appointments and PT.

Now he knows he has fucked up in the past, but he really fucked up in this moment. He fucked up terribly.

"I'd be so surprised if you're able to fix this one. You really hurt her, Luke." Jack says, a tired tone being heard in his voice.

"I really fucking hurt her. Fuck I fucked up bad." he groans out, feeling his face get hot and eyes gloss over.

All of their ears perked up when they hear the front door shut, Jack's eyes darting back over to Luke with a scowl as his own face had a fearful look going.

Silence follows as the boys watch Jack drop the supplies in his hands and scurry towards the entryway and open the door.

The door slams shut and Jack comes stomping back.

He points at Luke. "I'm gonna beat your ass." he snaps walking over towards his brother, Cole and Trevor walking towards him and pull him back. Luke stands up.

"What? Why? What happened?"

"She's gone."

Luke's eyes widen, soon rounding the couch and running up the stairs and towards his room.

He slams the door open on turns on the light, frowning when he sees her stuff is still on her side of his bed still in the messy clean form it was in this morning.

He rushes down the stairs. "Her stuff is still here." he says.

Jack is running his hand through his hair while the other is sitting on his hip.

"You better go find her. You better fucking find her, or hope she fucking comes back in one piece. If not, it's your head that will be on a stick by morning."

Luke glares at Jack at his sudden protectiveness over Y/N. "Since when do you get so protective over her? What's your fucking deal?"

"Because that girl is one you shouldn't treat like shit or throw away! She's one that you keep around forever, Luke. That girl is so fucking in love with you and you fucking blew it!" Jack says, his voice raising with every word he says.

Luke freezes.

"Wait, what?"

Jack bites his lip. "Fuck," he hisses. "I wasn't supposed to say that."

"Since when? How long have you known this?" Luke says, his anger now rising.

"No you don't get to fucking be the one who is pissed off! You don't get to act like that!" Quinn buds in.

Luke glares at his older brother. "You knew too? Are you fucking joking? Why-"

"Alright fucking enough! This isn't what we should be fighting about, what we should be doing is figuring out how the fuck Luke is going to fix things with Y/N." Trevor bursts out, making everyone turn over to him in shock.

Trevor throws his hands up in the air. "Yeah I know. Trevor of all people saying you guys need to calm the fuck down, but seriously I'm the only one that is also willing to see that we have a bigger issue to fix right now."

"Luke you need to figure out what you're going to say and do to fix this," Trevor instructs while pointing at him. He then points at the other boys. "You guys can sort your shit out afterwards. Y/N comes first right now."

Luke huffs, knowing he really had to sort his shit out. He royally fucked up badly, and this was the girl he cared about more than anyone else who existed in his life.

Jack was right. She was a forever girl.

He just hoped that she would still be there after all of this.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Y/N arrived home, it was late. WayI late.

She knew it was way late when all of the boys were sleeping, and the lights were all off inside the house. The outdoor porch light glowing a dark orange as she approached the front door.

Sniffles left her lips as she tried to stay as quiet as she could while opening the door, silently closing and locking it behind her.

The girl kicks her shoes off and lines them up at the door with all the other pairs of shoes there, setting her keys on the group key hanger before padding into the kitchen.

She turns on the dimmer lighting, hoping to not let it be too bright to wake any of the boys whom were sleeping on the main floor bedrooms.

When she opened the fridge she saw her leftovers that she was going to eat earlier that night sitting right in the smack-dab front, a note adorning the top of the lid.

Made sure nobody touched it. I hope you're home safely

-Quinn

She sighs before placing the note on the counter, opening up the container and grabbing a fork as she decides to just eat it cold to not worry about waking up anyone in the house.

Y/N brings the bowl over to one of the living room couches and eats in absolute silence, her mind running in circles as it has been all night. She thought maybe going for a drive and then stopping at the beachfront of the lake next to theirs would be a way to somewhat clear her mind a bit.

As she sat there alone with her thoughts once more, she couldn't help but break down into more tears.

Her container falls onto the coffee table as she lets the tears fall freely, putting her head into her hands as she lays herself on her side. Her chest feeling heavy as her heart breaks over again.

She couldn't believe Luke had really said those things. Really thought that about her especially.

Was she really that clingy? That much of a nuisance to Luke? Was she just causing more harm than good to him right now? Should she just leave the lakehouse in the morning was the real question.

She didn't know what to do.

Tears kept falling freely as she lay there on the couch, curled into a ball, rubbing her arms up and down.

Her eyes suddenly started to feel heavier, her sobs turning into soft hiccups, tears drying on her face that was red, splotchy and puffy. She let her eyes slowly close, her mind trying to be silenced by sleep.

Which slowly does take over.

Y/N soon is fast asleep on the couch, no blanket or pillow covering her as she was too caught up in her mind to notice.

Little did she realize that her container falling onto the table caused a loud enough noise for the oldest Hughes brother to stun awake and head out to the kitchen to see what was happening.

He squints around, then does s double take when he sees a small form curled up on the couch while little hiccups left their mouth. He walks over, his heart clenching as he sees Y/N shaking from crying so much while being fast asleep.

He grabs her bowl and puts the rest back into the fridge for her tomorrow, then walking back over to the girl and picking her up slowly to not disturb the much needed slumber she needs.

Quinn looks down at her, seeing how torn her face looked even in her sleep. If thoughts could kill in that moment, he was sure Luke would be dead in an instant.

Once he is back into his room, he quietly shuts the door and brings her over to lay in his bed. He sets her down softly and cover her up with his comforter, kissing her head softly. "I'm so sorry he did this to you." he whispers out, knowing she couldn't hear him.

He sighs before standing up and walking over to his side of the bed and getting in. Once his light is turned off he is laying on his side and keeps his distance from Y/N so she has her space, before he himself slowly falls back into a deep slumber.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Her car is here so she had to come back. There is no way she would just disappear." Luke says as he paces around. "She didn't come sleep in my room last night."

"Well I wouldn't blame her is she decided to sleep somewhere else too. I wouldn't want to be near you either after being told all of that." Duke says, earning a look from Luke. His friend put his hands up in defense.

Jack, Cole and Trevor were all out that morning picking up some of Y/N favorites in opes that they could try to make her feel a bit better, while Luke was conjuring up what he was going to do and say to Y/N to at least get on a path towards fixing things between them both.

"Where would she have gone? She hates sleeping in other beds. She says they're not as comfortable, and I'm the only one in the house that has a fan. Because she can't sleep without one." Luke bombards, biting his nails.

"Well I think after how much she cried out last night, her body will be out for quite some time with no fan or your bed needed." Quinn's voice perks up, the boys waltzing into the kitchen with a yawn.

Luke stops pacing and looks at Quinn.

"What do you mean? Where is she? Is she safe?"

Quinn shushes his brother with a look and a hand motion to shut him up.

"Yes she is fine. She's asleep in my room-"

"What the fuck-"

"No don't start that shit. She wouldn't be in there in the first place if you didn't act like a bitch and go off on her like you did last night." Quinn chirps before Luke can say another word. "So yeah she is sleeping in my room. I woke up because I heard her come home, she passed out from crying so much on the couch, so I carried her to sleep in my room. You need to get over yourself if you're going to even have a chance at fixing the mess you made." Quinn admits.

Luke knows he is right. Quinn might've been the more quiet and reserved one out of the three brothers, but when he was mad or driven about something, people listened because he wasn't bullshitting in any way.

Luke decided to keep his mouth shut and put his good hand on his hip.

"So what do I do? Where do I start?" he asks, and Quinn shuts the fridge to turn to his brother.

"You need to apologize. Really apologize, hear her out, and be fucking honest." Quinn instructs. "You want a chance at being with the one girl I know you're just as obsessed with as she is with you, then you need to lay every fucking thing out. Don't bullshit any of it, Luke." Quinn explains, letting his little brother take in his words.

"But for now, you need to let her sleep. She looked so exhausted. Let her sleep and take her time. Don't immediately jump her throat when she so much as walks out here." He finishes before disappearing from the kitchen to go outside.

Duke looks at Luke and nods. "I think he's right. He said it better than I could've."

So that's what Luke did.

He left to go golfing with the boys. He left to go out on the boat. He left to go into town for lunch. He gave her space. He didn't want to do what Quinn said would make her feel pressured. He kept his distance.

Throughout that day, he slowly started to realize just how much her presence was meant for their group. Meant for him. He never realized how important she became for him especially with all of his post surgery things. She did keep him in check for good reasons.

He was stressed out every time he forgot to take his meds. Or when he forgot to do his PT exercises. Or when he especially forgot to switch out his ice packs.

She really did make it an easier process for him. Every single thing she was doing wasn't to be a pain in his ass or cling onto him, it was to make it easier on him.

He groans at the thought, knowing he really wished he could've just shut his trap the night before, but of course his pain and soreness and helplessness made him lash out on the one person who made this whole thing so much simpler for him.

The boys all sat around the fire pit later that night, music playing softly while they all sat amongst one another and talked. The sun was nearly gone, crickets and frogs being heard around the lake as well as a few loons.

The talking simmered when the group heard the sliding door slowly opening, they all snapped their heads over to see the familiar girl's face appear.

She looked like she was fresh out of the shower, her hair damp and face free of makeup as she shut the door behind her.

She was wearing a pair of gray sweats and a UMich Hockey sweatshirt, one that looked like it might've been Luke's that she took a while ago.

Her hands were hiding in the big sleeves of the sweater as she walked down to join them, some of the boys letting frowns form on their faces as they see her face still puffy from the night before.

They all snap out of their frowns when her eyes rise up to look at them with the fakest smile Luke had ever seen on her.

"There's my favorite girl." Jack is the first to speak up warmly, wrapping her up in his arms as she went and sat down. All the other boys warmly greeted and cheered when she sat down, Y/N smiling at them as she took a deep breath.

"I made you one," Trevor says as he hands her one of his famous s'mores. She looks over at him.

"How'd you know?" she asks, and he shrugs with a wink.

"I told you, I've got that twin telepathy." Trevor jokes in a cocky tone, earning an amused look from the girl before she thanks him and blows him a kiss.

"See? Y'all see that? I got a kiss before you guys!" he sings out, making all the guys groan and swat at him as he does a funny little dance.

"I take it back." Y/N says, earning an awestruck Trevor.

"No take-backsies!" he pouts before going to sit back in his spot.

Her eyes never met Luke's, the boy silently begging for her to look at him just once. She never did.

The group all kept on their conversations, trying to distract from the obvious tension going on as they all didn't want to make Y/N anymore uncomfy than she probably felt.

Luke tried hard not to get jealous or annoyed at Jack or Trevor when they would be close to Y/N, as he knew they were only doing it to make her smile and feel better. He just couldn't help but feel that way as he wished it was him making her that way.

But he was the reason she wasn't smiling. Why her face was puffy. So he deserved that at payback. He deserved way worse to be honest.

As the night began to near its end, each boys lowly trailed their ways inside, Y/N and Luke being the last two to be sitting near the fire. Y/N wanted to enjoy the night, as bonfires were something that made her feel anchored and helped her decompress.

Luke kept his distance, only staying on the left side of her across the fire. His eyes hadn't really left her figure the entire night.

At that moment he decided he couldn't wait any longer. The suspense was killing him slowly. So he cleared his throat, watching as she didn't move a muscle.

"Um," he squeaks out. "You-you can take my bed tonight. If you want. I-I know you usually can't sleep without a fan, a-and that you prefer my bed because it helps elevate your back." he stutters out quietly.

Y/N keeps her gaze on the fire, and just nods. Luke feels his chest tighten.

He clears his throat once again.

"I-I um," he starts once more. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry-"

Y/N stands up before he can finish, soon walking away from the fire.

He watches her walk away in silence, watching as she disappears back inside the house. Luke lets out a shaky sigh, before standing up himself and using the pot of water next to the pit to put out the fire before soon making his way back up to the house himself.

When he reaches his room, he prays that she took his offer, the boy wanting to use the excuse of grabbing pajamas in case she was in there.

His bed was empty.

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The next day came by quicker than expected, and Luke was feeling at a loss.

Y/N had been ignoring him all day.

He had gotten up before the sun, went and picked up her favorite flowers, coffee and protein iced tea she loves, as well as her favorite bagel spot. He had even drove across town to get her the coffee grounds from a cafe that donates used coffee grounds to use for gardening, as he knows she loves using them when she does her planting at the lakehouse for Ellen and herself.

When she had come down that morning to get herself some breakfast, her face had contorted into all kinds of reactions.

Shock, awe, happiness, confusion, sadness and then nothing. It turned into nothing when she saw Luke creep in and giving her a look of hope.

She didn't acknowledge him once, but he knew he had gotten to her as she did indulge in the breakfast, coffee and iced tea he got her.

That was when Luke knew he had a chance to get her back.

Until the rest of the day had gone on.

She so much as did not look his way, acknowledge anything that had to do with him. She acted as if he didn't exist. Luke didn't know what to do. He couldn't talk to her as she wouldn't even try and be near him.

She either stuck to Jack or Cole's side for the day.

The evening was far from over too, and Luke was just ready to go to bed in that moment.

Especially now.

They were currently out at one of the dive bar clubs in the area, the music was loud and the place was packed.

Which also meant that Y/N was drunker than a sailor on a pirate ship.

She had been dancing and singing loudly to any and all of the songs, having any of the boys come dance with her as time went on. Luke stayed in his spot at the bar by Quinn, who looked very amused by her actions as she was spun around by Trevor.

"Have you gotten to talk to her yet?" Quinn says over the loud music.

Luke shook his head with a pout. "She's acting as if I don't exist."

Quinn uses his lips. "Do you blame her? You broke her heart. Especially after you said you'd never do that."

Luke huffs. "Yeah I know."

"Keep trying. That's all I'll say. You still have a shot. I know deep down she wants you to keep fighting."

"I'm trying. But she makes it so hard."

"She's worth it though?" Quinn trails off, and Luke thinks for a second. He then nods.

"Yeah. Yeah she is."

Trevor then runs up to them, drunkenly stumbling around as he reaches them. "Y/N disappeared outside. I think she's throwing up. I would go get her, but I'm not too far behind her." he says before disappearing back into the crowd.

Luke looks over at Quinn before he makes his way outside, eyes scanning for the familiar figure and spots her over at the corner by the bushes and hunched over.

He scurries over to her, using his good arm to caress her back as she throws up. He then takes her hair as best as he can with the one hand, and holds it back.

When she finishes dry heaving she turns and does a double take when she sees it's Luke.

She stumbles a little as she tries to push him away. "No, I don't want you." she slurs, dry heaving once more.

"Y/N stop focus on getting this out of your system right now. Quinn is coming with water." he says, and she shakes her head trying to get away from his grasp.

She forget that he still has a hold on her hair, and he gently pulls on it to keep her in her place. "You can hate me the most tomorrow, but I'm not letting you pass out after dry heaving for ten minutes. So it's me or the concrete."

"I choose the concrete."

"Y/N"

She drunkenly giggles at her comment, only to be stopped as she starts throwing up again. Luke keeps her hair back, his eyes looking back to see Quinn coming up with the bottled water.

He hands it to his younger brother. "I'm going to grab the boys and the car. I'll be back." he says before jogging back inside.

Once Y/N finishes her second round, she tries to stand straight but wobbles in the process. Luke is quick to catch her, only almost failing as his sling holds his bad arm back from fully being able to stabilize her.

He makes a dumb decision, but in that moment he was more focused on her.

He takes off his sling and lets it fall to the ground, Y/N watching the action and pout when she sees his sling fall to the ground. She points at it. "Your sling. You shouldn't be taking that off." she slurs out with a hiccup.

He shakes his head. "Not my concern right now, I'm more focused on keeping you upright. I don't need you passing out on me again." he tries to lighten the mood, only getting a scowl from her.

"Okay tough crowd." he mumbles, looking behind them to see any sign of Quinn.

"I'm serious-" she hiccups "put it back on. You can't have that off." she hiccups again as she bends down to try and get it.

"Y/N dammit leave it. I'll deal with my dumb decisions tomorrow."

"Like you other decision you made two days ago?"

His heart sinks at her words, seeing her eyes become big as she looks up at him. "Y/N look," he starts. "I'd love to have this conversation, and tell you how much I regret saying those things to you, but I want you sober for that. I'm not going to take advantage when you are probably seeing two of me."

"Hey! How'd you know that? Do you have my vision or something?" she whines, and he rolls his eyes trying to not laugh at her.

Before he knows it, Quinn is pulling around the corner to meet them. Luke brings her up to his car when he parks it, Quinn rushing up to grab her and he frowns at Luke as he looks down at his empty shoulder.

"Dude what are you doing? Put that back on!"

"I will, chill alright? I was more focused on trying to make sure she didn't fall face first onto the pavement." he says as he goes to grab the sling and carefully put it back on, trying to ignore the burning pain going up and down his collarbone.

It was a quiet ride home, as most of the drunk ones were already sleeping, the others just tired from the day they've had.

Once they were pulled into the driveway, Quinn hops out and goes to grab Y/N while Jack and Cole who are both not super drunk but are definitely past being buzzed, grab Trevor.

"Put her in my bed. I'm sleeping on the couch." Luke says to Quinn when they get inside. Instead of arguing, he nods and brings her up the stairs.

Luke follows behind, needing to go and grab some pajamas and his painkillers for the night. Once Quinn has set her in bed, Luke goes to turn on the fan for her watching as she snuggles closer into his sheets.

"She loves you still, you know." Quinn says softly, making Luke turn towards his eldest brother.

Luke gives him a pursed smile and nods, getting the same action back from Quinn before he leaves.

The blond boy slowly, and painfully, changes into a pair of sweats before going over to his bed to grab his pillow only to freeze when he sees Y/N's eyes looking up at him.

"You okay?" he asks.

"You hate when I ask you that, so don't ask me that." she snaps, her words still slurring.

He nods slowly. "I deserve that."

"You deserve a lot worse."

"Yes I do."

She stares at him, her eyes squinting at him as she watches him slowly try to take off his sling for bed. She doesn't miss the way his face winces at the pain he is definitely feeling after what he did.

"Where are you going?" she asks as she watches him head for his door. He points at it. "Downstairs. I'm going to go and sleep downstairs. Give you your space."

"Stay." she says, making him frown.

"Please." she slurs out softly, watching him fight with his mind. She watches as he slowly walks back over and cautiously gets into his side of the bed just incase she changes her mind.

"Just keep your distance." she says quickly and he nods.

"I know."

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The next morning Luke was hurting like a bitch.

He tried his best to not wince and hiss when he woke up, not wanting to awaken the girl next to him.

When he finally got out of bed and down he stairs, he saw Quinn and Jack both in the kitchen talking. Jack was sitting on one of the barstools while Quinn was putting together breakfast.

They both looked over when they heard him coming in, seeing him hold his sling out signaling he needed help putting it on.

"That was a dumb move you made." Quinn says, and Luke rolls his eyes.

"Yeah well I was more concerned for her than I was about my arm. I'll live." he shoots back, thanking Jack as he finishes adjusting it for Luke.

"What happened?" Jack asks.

"Y/N was at her throwing up point where she can't end to pass out from dry heaving too much," Luke says before pouring himself a cup of coffee. "So I took my sling off and kept her upright instead of letting her faceplate straight into the concrete."

Jack hums. "You're a dumbass," he starts. Luke chuckles dryly as he goes to sit down next to Jack. "But proud of you." he says before taking a bite of his waffles and standing up, patting the boy on his back.

"I'm off. I'm meeting Sammy for a farmer's market run this morning. So I'll be back around one." he says, putting his place in the sink and then heading towards the front door.

Quinn nods. "I'll be leaving shortly too. Trev and Cole are still sleeping. I think Duker and I are gonna go take up some ice time for a bit." he says, and Luke nods.

Y/N soon comes strolling in, still in her dress from the night before and her hair in a bun as she is squinting her eyes.

She goes to grab a cup of coffee, Quinn handing her a plate of food as she stand over by him at the island. "How you feeling champ?" he giggles, and she huffs.

"Not great. But not dying. I more so just have a headache right now. I think I got most of it out of my system last night." she explains with a dry laugh, taking a sip of her coffee.

Quinn laughs, before finishing up his breakfast. He goes over and kisses her head. "Don't kill him today, yeah?" is all he says, making her give him a look before he disappears.

Y/N just stands there, tracing the ring around her cup with her finger as they sat in silence.

Luke was the first to speak.

"There's um," he clears his throat. "There's some liquid IV in the cabinet. It's the berry one." he says, pointing to the cupboard.

She stands there quietly, taking a sip of her coffee and nodding.

Luke sighs. "Can I say more? Or are you going to leave before I can finish?" he asks genuinely.

"I'm debating." she answers back, not meeting his eyes as he keeps his own her figure.

"Well I'l just talk, and if you've had enough then you can walk away. Yeah?"

She says nothing, which then has him proceed.

"I fucked up," he sighs. "I really fucked up. I know that. I honestly wouldn't blame you if you never wanted to talk to me again."

"Again. Debating."

"And that's okay," he says, not wanting to say how much it would hurt him if she chose that. "I really should not make any excuses for what I said. I've just been in so much pain, and at such a breaking point with all of this. I took it out on you when I should not be doing that."

She takes a sip of her coffee, soon taking a bit of her food. He takes that as a sign that she isn't ready to leave just yet.

"I didn't realize how much you were doing until you weren't there. You know what I also realized?"

For the first time, she looks at him.

"I realized all you were trying to do was make this whole healing process easier on me. Not pester me. Or overwhelm me. Or annoy me. It was simply to make sure I was on the right path towards a faster paced healing process to get back on my feet."

"That's all I was trying to do, and have been trying to do Luke. Because I know how you get. You proved my point when you blew up at me like that." she answers in a monotoned voice. Luke nods.

"I know that now. And I'm so grateful for that and for you. Especially after having that realization," he says. "I hated hearing how you haven't slept, and how you have put me first. If anything don't do that again. For my sake. As much as I love you for that, I need you do make sure Y/N is healthy first."

Y/N ears perk up, and she looks at him with a frown. "What did you just say?" she says softly.

Luke furrows his brows. "I need you to put yourself first. Your health."

"You said you love me."

Luke's eyes widen, and his heart freezes. He did not even realize he let that come out.

He clears his throat and he feels his ears heat up, seeing her face change slightly. "I um," he squeaks. "Yeah. Yeah I do love you. I think I always have, but after realizing all of this I think it made me realize I loved you more." he admits, his voice shaky as he looks at her.

"Luke."

"I'm serious, Y/N." he says. "I know you hate love bombing, but honestly that slipped out. And I am just going to own it because it's nothing but the damn truth."

Y/N just stands there in disbelief. Luke continues. "I want you to know that I truly and deeply am sorry for saying all of those things. You're not clingy. You're not annoying or a burden or any sort of negative impact on my life." he says, slowly getting closer to her. "If anything I do need you. And I want you as mine and mine only. I don't want any of those stupid guys from last summer to be the type of dates you have this year. I want us to figure our shit out, and I want to give you the proper dates you deserve."

Y/N looks up at Luke. "You've got a lot of making up to do, Hughes. A lot."

Luke takes a deep breath. "I know. I know I do."

"You broke my heart."

"I know."

"You called me things."

"I did, and I'm sorry for that."

"Yet I love you too."

His eyes could've popped out of his head. "W-What?" he cracks out, and she give him a small smile.

Before he knew what was happening, she flicks his forehead hard and then smacks his cheek. "Ouch, hey!" he says in awe, and she points at him.

"You deserve that," she says. "But I got those out of the way so I could finish with this."

She lightly grabs his jaw and places a chaste kiss on his lips. He groans when she pulls away far too short for his liking.

"No. No more. Because you have a lot of shit to fix first."

"Roger that."

"I love you."

"I love you too, and I will spend the rest of my life proving it."

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꒰ cw. mean! ellie, brat! reader, bondage, degradation, slapping, strap use ꒱

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⋆˙⟡ ellie williams knows how to put you in your place. after hours of your constant complaining, she's had enough.

"do you know why you're tied up like this?"

you didn't even know ellie was capable of intricate rope tying, or whatever this was. you're completely tied up, several tight knots keeping you in your place. your only decency being the long harsh ropes across your naked body, trailing all the way down to your legs. you're sitting on a chair in the middle of your shared bedroom, ellie taking occasional hits from her blunt while she stares at you. she doesn't say much, but you can tell just by looking at her. you maybe went a little too far today. pushing all her buttons, distracting her from work.

she tried to tell you off but...

ellie runs her free hand over the rope covering your breasts, making sure to graze your exposed nipple slowly. your body twitches at the sudden stimulation — a feather light touch, enough to keep you wanting more. the room is completely silent except for the soft breaths leaving your lips. the rise and fall of your chest, you can feel yourself dripping down your thighs. ellie notices, you can hear her laugh before she steps away from you, her eyes fixated on your wet pussy.

"i should've known. a whore like you would get off on anything, huh?"

she takes another hit from her blunt before placing it on a tray, lowering herself to your level. you open your mouth to ask why the fuck she's keeping you here for so long before you feel a sharp sting to your cheek, ellie's palm meeting the soft skin. you blink at her in surprise.

"i asked, do you know why you're tied up like this?"

"no, i don't! i wasn't being a bitch, you're just being a pus-"

ellie slaps you again before wrapping her hand around your throat, not tight, but a warning. her fingers are warm against your cold skin, ellie squeezes tighter when you smile at her. the pressure against your neck fills your stomach with boiling heat and you can feel yourself grow wetter and wetter as she stares at you like you're nothing.

"do you wanna finish that pretty?"

"are you going to fuck me or are you just going to stare at me all night?"

ellie lets go of you suddenly, standing up straighter. her demeanour has completely changed. her eyes washed over with something more primal. she tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ears before her slender fingers move to her pants, your gaze closely following her movement as she unzips her bottoms — taking her strap out. the one you always struggled to take. it was thick, black, ridges along the sides. you gulp, looking back up at her with a sheepish smile.

"get on your knees, i'm not asking this time baby."

you think about talking back to her, telling her to fuck off or hurry up and fuck me, but her eyes tell you that she isn't being nice anymore, that you've run out of chances. the last time you pushed her like this, you couldn't sit for days. you could feel the permanent weight of ellie's hand on your ass from the brutal spanking she gave you, purple and pink splotches decorating your skin for weeks after.

you glare at her before wiggling your way off the chair, kneeling down as best as you could with the rope digging into your skin.

"good girl, didn't think you'd wanna see me mad baby. you done bein' a brat?"

you chew the inside of your cheek, nodding. as much as you want to talk back to your girlfriend, your eyes are fixated on the strap ellie has in her grasp. you feel yourself clench around nothing, your brain running through all the possibilities of what exactly she’s going to do to you. you’ve been waiting for over an hour now, ellie’s soft touches and words making you drip all over your floors. you’re so close to getting what you want.

ellie smiles, the first real smile you’ve seen from her since you got on her nerves today. she takes your place in the chair behind you, watching as you struggle to turn around to face her. she runs a hand through your hair once you’re settled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. the strap is basically in your face now, staring at you. you gulp, it looks even more intimidating up close.

can i even take that?

“you’ve been mouthing off all day, bothering me. why?”

"i jus' wanted you... you've been busy all day, els..." ellie places her thumb in your mouth while you explain, feeling the inside like she's trying to memorize it. she runs her thumb over your tongue, moving back and forth slowly on the wet muscle before she presses it further into your mouth, almost down your throat. your eyes water as you attempt to take it down, licking around her thumb. she thinks you look so pretty like this.

"aw, if you can't even take my thumb... then how are you going to take this?" ellie pulls her thumb out of your mouth before caressing your bottom lip with it, now holding the strap in her other hand. you glance at it before looking back at her, she doesn't seem fazed by your obvious concern.

"ellie, i'm sorry, okay? i just wanted your attention, you know i can't take tha-"

your words abruptly come to a stop when she pushes it into your mouth, the emptiness suddenly filled to the brim. she smirks when you attempt to push it away, hold it for some type of control, but you're reminded of your restraints when you begin tugging at the rope digging into your wrists. your words are muffled, and ellie can't make out anything except for the sound of your whimpers around her strap. she pulls away before thrusting into your mouth again, her hips lifting off of the chair to gain more momentum. you look up at her with tears pooling in your eyes, struggling against the rope that held your body. you can hear faint moaning above you, ellie grabbing a handful of your hair to thrust in deeper, harder. you gag violently around the toy, each obscene sound coming out of you making her so much wetter. your saliva is starting to drip from the corners of your mouth, running down your chest and onto the floor. ellie lets out another moan when she sees the mess you're making all over yourself, her unrelenting pace is making it harder to think, to breathe. ellie thrusts into you once more and keeps you there — the strap lodged into your throat. you can barely breathe now, your hands unclenching and clenching to find an outlet for your desperation. there's a small pool of your own slick under you, your thighs shaking.

"you like runnin' your mouth, huh? when all you needed to do was be a good little girl and ask me nicely. just wanted to be fucked like a slut," ellie pulls away completely, breathless gasps falling from your lips. you take another breath and another, watching as ellie observes you. she takes the strap into her hands, moving it up and down with the lubricant from your saliva. you feel yourself clench at the sight.

"don't think you deserve to be fucked yet, i think i like you better when you're not fuckin' talking."

[h0onviv]

love love love Jake who knows he's being manipulative, trying to coax you into a quickie because he just wants you so bad, knowing damn well it won't be quick, but also knowing you couldn't say no to him when he gives you that look. Or when he tells you how he just wants to have fun with his pretty girlfriend, how's that a bad thing :((

ೀ TOOK ME 5 FUCKING DAYS IM SO SORRY :c i also kinda went off track... PLEASE INTERACT IF YOU ENJOY!!

ᝰ.ᐟwarnings ¡ DARK THEMES, coercion, verrrryy bad jakey, manipulation, painful sex, cervix fucking, possesive jake, jake is an insecure asshole, quickies uhhhh idk

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He doesn't understand why you just cant be there for him when he needs you? He's always been there for you when you need to relieve some stress so why cant you be a good girlfriend and help him out? You'd guys would fuck like bunnies before but now you can barely spare 10 more minutes? Thoughts flood his head- maybe your not attracted to him anymore, or worse- maybe your seeing someone else. The thoughts plagued his mind even when he pushed them away because he cant stand the fact of you being with anyone else.

His fear of losing you warped into control, all because the idea of losing you was far more terrifying than the guilt of keeping you close by any means. Finding any way to claim you just to reassure himself that 'your not going''. You never even realized how you depend on jake. His voice calmed the noise in your head, and his presence was a kind of safety you couldn’t recreate on your own, jake knew you needed him, how much you depend and trust him. So he decides to use that to his advantage.

He'd disguise it as love, he’d isolate you gently, starting with casual comments like, "I just don’t think your friends really get you the way I do,” or "You always seem drained after seeing them—maybe you should take a break." Over time, you'd find yourself spending more time with just him, because it felt easier, safer. He’d play the role of your protector, framing himself as the only one who truly understood you, making you doubt your own judgment. When you were upset or anxious, not feeling energized enough for sex, just needing to rest. He’d flip it—“After everything I’ve done for you, and this is how you treat me?”— So you'd give in, letting him use your body no matter how sore or painful your core feels from his cock plunging deep, and filling you up with cum again and again.

Begging you before you leave to work for a quickie with his pleading eyes promising that he'll be quick. But behind those eyes is the need to claim you as his, to have you go outside with your pussy stuffed with cum-his cum.

Trying to talk to jake nowadays just turns to sex. Bringing up how you feel isolated and he will look at you crazy before he shrugs it off and kneels between your legs kissing you through your panties. Even when your pussy's still spasming and leaking out his cum- he'll make you miss the first half of your friends birthday party just to shove his cock down your throat... won't let you wash away the mascara that's running down your face.

At first, he might frame sex as a way to feel closer, saying things like, “I just want to be close to you. Isn’t that normal?” But soon, the choice would start to disappear. He’d push you past your comfort zone, brushing off hesitation with, “Why are you acting like this? Don’t you trust me?” or “You’re my girlfriend—you should want this too.” If you tried to set boundaries, he’d act wounded, withdrawn, or angry, forcing you to carry the emotional weight of “rejecting” him. Over time, sex would stop feeling like affection and start feeling like obligation—something she gave to keep the peace, to avoid conflict, or to prove her love. No longer taking his time with you, no more sweet words- just his cock bruising your insides-stretching you beyond belief, just his hands holding your head while he face fucks you. Looking at you with his beautiful brown eyes because he knows-you can't say no to him.

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VICTORIA'S SECRET — carlos sainz (fluff)

pairing; victoria's secret angel!reader x carlos sainz summary: when carlos sainz gets the chance to meet his crush at the victoria's secret show, he shoots his shot. warnings: fluff, carlos being an adorable idiot a/n: i feel like whenever carlos has a crush, he's the typa guy to be really nervous and shy around her, so that kinda explains cute awkward carlos in this one.

to say that carlos sainz was jittering with nerves would be an understatement.

he was so nervous that he felt like he might throw up right then and there, and the mere thought of that embarrassment terrified him even more.

although he had met quite a few models in the past, he had never been this nervous around them.

but this time was different.

because this time, it wasn't just a model; it was you.

you—the woman he had always admired from a distance.

the woman of his dreams.

he had had a massive crush on you for the longest time, but he had always been too shy to act on it.

and now, his agent had gotten him a ticket to the first victoria's secret fashion show after the 6-year hiatus, and this time, carlos was determined to shoot his shot.

but now, his agent had gotten him a ticket to the first victoria's secret fashion show after their 6-year hiatus, and this time, carlos was determined to shoot his shot.

he knew you were going to be a part of it. after all, you were considered one of the best supermodels of the current generation.

sp, he had his plan of action written down in his notepad.

step 1: look good.

he wore his best outfit, a simple black tuxedo that made his shoulders look broad and put his biceps on display. his hair looked just like the always did, only a bit curlier (he used lando's curl cream).

step 2: find the perfect opportunity.

he knew that after the show, there would be a party hosted by some models where he planned on 'accidentally' crashing into you.

step 3: talk to you.

this would be the hardest part. obviously, he couldn't just walk onto the stage and kiss you in front of everyone. so, charles helped him write a questionnaire.

he would approach you and ask you questions from the list, which was scribbled on the 12th page of his notepad. then, he would just hope for the best.

step 4: if all else fails, lando.

if things went horribly wrong, carlos could always go cry to him.

however, unbeknownst to the spaniard, he wouldn't have to go through step 4.

you had always fancied the f1 driver; ever since his redbull days, he was your celebrity crush, and seeing him sitting right there in the audience was enough to make you blush a deep crimson red.

the backstage area of the show was buzzing with excitement, with models walking up and down as they put on their outfits and got their makeup done.

you were standing sandwiched between irina shayk and behati prinsloo, fanning yourself as you gave yourself a mental prep talk for your walk.

a designer adjusted the black wings attached to your shoulders as cher's voice echoed through the venue.

behati stepped forward, her presence commanding as she took to the runway. you watched her, admiring her confidence and elegance, and you couldn’t help but feel a little jittery yourself.

you took a deep breath, reminding yourself of the countless hours of practice that had led to this moment.

"three, two, one."

and then you stepped out onto the runway.

you looked straight ahead, walking your signature walk as you followed behind behati.

the lights flashed brightly, temporarily blinding you, but the roar of the crowd washed over you like a wave.

your feet were in sync with the beat of cher's song, the drums matching your steps as you stalked down the runway.

your eyes shifted to the left, and then, among the crowd, you spotted him.

gaze focused solely on you, hair styled perfectly, hands folded in his lap.

carlos sainz was far more beautiful in real life than in any of the paparazzi photos.

your eyes met, and carlos' breath caught in his throat.

smiling to yourself, you winked at him.

and that was enough to make carlos sainz almost faint.

he looked to his left and then to his right. surely, he was dreaming. there was no way the girl of his dreams had winked at him.

and yet, you were still looking at him, your eyes crinkling from a smile as you continued walking.

he cleared his throat and pinched his hand.

yeah, this was not a dream.

you looked away, blowing a kiss to the audience ahead of you.

carlos' phone dinged.

lando getting laid tonight or no?

the room was loud, filled with excited chatter as everyone got their drinks and praised each other about the show. the heavy bass of the music vibrated through the floor, colourful lights reflecting off the walls, casting everything in shades of neon. the scent of expensive perfume, alcohol, and sweat mingled in the air.

carlos stood in the middle of the crowded room, heart pounding in his chest. his mind was racing, every thought crashing into the next. he had waited so long for this moment, and yet now that it was happening, he felt like his legs were made of lead.

each second stretched longer than the last as he scanned the room, hoping to spot you.

every time he spotted hair that looked like yours, he would squint his eyes and do a double take. then, he'd turn back around with a disappointed sigh.

his hand instinctively went to his phone. he wasn’t sure if it was to call lando for a pep talk or simply to distract himself from the anxiety curling in his stomach. his phone dinged again.

lando status update?

carlos rolled his eyes, putting his phone back into his pocket. he didn't have time for this. he had one job, and he was determined to see it through.

"you alright?"

the man stopped in his tracks, eyes wide as he recognised the voice.

he turned around, letting out a small yelp as his eyes met yours.

carlos stood frozen, his mouth slightly open as you smiled at him. he shook his head, realising he hadn't answered your question. he had rehearsed this moment a hundred times in his head, but now that it was here, all the cool lines vanished.

"i-yeah," he stammered, clearing his throat and trying to regain some composure. "just tired, yeah. the show was...incredible."

his voice sounded small, even to himself. great start, carlos, really smooth.

you chuckled, amused by how flustered he was. "thanks, i'm glad you enjoyed it."

he nodded vigorously, feeling the heat rise to his face. "i-uh-yeah, you were incredible. i couldn’t look away."

he immediately regretted how intense that sounded, but your eyes softened, and you smiled at him.

"thank you, that means a lot. i noticed you too. you were hard to miss in the crowd."

you mentally slapped yourself, realising how stupid you sounded.

carlos' heart raced. maybe this was his chance. he could skip straight to step 3.

"well, i’m not sure if you knew, but i’ve been a fan for a long time," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. you wanted to sound cool, not like the nervous wreck you felt inside. "you're amazing on the track."

carlos blinked, surprised by the compliment. his ego grew just a little. "i could say the same about you on the runway. you were—you are amazing."

he swallowed hard, his mind racing. the party was loud around you both, but it felt like time had slowed, the noise fading into the background. he could smell the soft scent of your perfume, the warmth of your body so close to his that it felt hard to concentrate.

was he hyperventilating?

he looked around, feeling the panic rise in his chest.

"do you want to get a drink?" you asked, noticing how uncomfortable he seemed.

"yeah," carlos nodded, taking a deep breath. "yes, please."

"i've always wanted to meet you," carlos said.

"yeah?" you turned your head towards him, smiling. "why?"

he blushed, his mouth opening and closing, unable to think of anything to say. "i, uh-i don't know."

he looked at the ground, embarrassed by his lack of composure. he felt like a teenager again, stumbling through his words as he tried to impress his crush. his hand instinctively moved to straighten his jacket, as if trying to shield himself from how exposed he felt. his fingers twitched nervously by his sides. he could feel beads of sweat forming at the back of his neck. he took a deep breath, waiting for his heart to slow down, but his body betrayed him.

you smiled at him. "you're cute."

carlos let out a breathy chuckle, looking at you in disbelief.

"you're cute, too," he said.

"i'll take a cosmopolitan, please," you said to the bartender.

"vodka and coke, please," carlos said, looking at the man who nodded and moved away to prepare your drinks.

"so, how has your night been so far?" you asked, leaning against the bar as you looked at carlos.

he smiled at you. "better than expected. you?"

"the same," you said.

"so..." carlos started, taking a deep breath. as soon as the drinks arrived in front of him, he took three large gulps of it. he felt the alcohol kick in, giving him the courage he needed to talk to you, properly.

something unsaid was hanging in the air between you two, something fragile and breakable. his fingers brushed against the edge of his pocket, where the notepad containing his carefully crafted questions sat. he couldn't bring it out without looking like a fool.

suddenly, he was worried about saying something wrong, about ruining the moment.

"do you want to dance?" you asked, biting your lip.

he paused, looking at you. "yes, yes, absolutely."

you led him onto the dance floor, where the music was louder and the people were drunker.

the drinks were abandoned too soon, he thought.

he offered his hand to you, and when you grabbed it, his touch sent a shiver down your spine, skin warm and rough against yours.

and then, he started swaying to the beats of the music.

"i didn't know you liked dancing," you said, laughing.

"i don't, but i like you."

that was cheesy, he thought.

but you grinned, looking away. carlos smiled at the sight of your pink cheeks.

"i like you, too," you replied.

"oh, really?" he teased, spinning you around.

you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. his hands settled on your hips, and you couldn't help but notice the way his thumb rubbed small circles against your waist.

you leaned in slightly, your hair brushing against his arm, and carlos swore he felt actually electricity shoot through him. your proximity set every nerve in his body alight.

the two of you were so close now, it felt like nothing else existed, like you were the only two people in the room.

his breath hitched. he wasn’t sure how this was happening, but it felt like a dream. the woman he’d admired for so long, the same woman he couldn’t stop thinking about, was standing so close he could feel the warmth of her body, hear the soft nervousness in her voice.

carlos had no clue what was going to happen, but he was sure of one thing: whatever did happen, it was going to be incredible.

and lando needed updates.

taking a slight breath in, you mustered courage and gave yourself another prep talk.

and then the distance between you both vanished.

your lips crashed against his, the softness of his mouth catching you by surprise.

carlos felt like his brain short-circuited. his grip on your waist tightened, and he pulled you closer, kissing you back. he had spent so many times imagining kissing you, but never had he expected you to be the one to make the first move.

his hand came up to cup your face, tilting your head slightly, as he deepened the kiss.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering as the two of you moved in sync.

the kiss was everything he had imagined—and more. It was perfect. almost too perfect.

when the two of you pulled apart, the only sounds you could hear were the music and the pounding of your hearts. you stared at him, the world spinning slightly from adrenaline and disbelief.

"i wasn't expecting that," he finally said, his voice soft, a nervous laugh escaping his lips.

"me neither," you replied, voice cracking slightly.

you wanted to say something, anything, to keep the moment alive. you opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

"do you want to get out of here?" carlos asked, looking at you through his lashes.

you looked around, the room spinning from the alcohol and noise overwhelming your ears. "i'd like that."

he smiled and held out his hand, and you took it, following him through the crowd.

carlos sainz swore he was going to die a happy man right then and there.

[no-goodbyes-no-regrets]

Based on Oliver mentioning Buck and Jee baking together in an upcoming ep.

(I wrote this on my phone so it's not the greatest)

now also on AO3

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"Is it someone's birthday?" Maddie asked, running through all of their friends and relatives in her mind, trying to figure out if she forgot a birthday.

"No." Buck shook his head and kept pulling ingredients out of the fridge and his kitchen cabinets.

"Ok... What's the occasion then?" she asked when he didn't elaborate.

"It's for Tommy. "

"Oh, is it his birthday?"

"No, not for a few weeks."

"Right. So this is a practice run?"

"What? No. I found the recipe online, but it's easy enough."

"Ok..."

"He likes cake."

"Ok."

Buck sighed and rolled his eyes at his sister before glancing up in the direction of the loft's bedroom.

"He's had a rough couple of days. He had to make an emergency landing because of bad weather yesterday and the ambulance couldn't get to them fast enough and they lost the patient."

"That was him? Josh took that call and he was exhausted from stress by the end of shift."

Buck nodded.

"Tommy too. And he was hurting all over last night. He never takes any pain medication but he took two ibuprofen and a hot shower and crashed into bed."

"Are you sure you're alright to take Jee for the afternoon then? I can ask Mrs Lee or see if she can go play with her friend Emily from down the road. "

"It's fine." Buck told her and turned to Jee. "You're my sous chef aren't you? Are you going to help me today?"

"Yeah!" the girl yelled happily.

"But we have to be quiet ok? Tommy is sleeping upstairs and we don't want to wake him. He needs to sleep because he's sick."

Jee nodded solemnly to show she understood.

"But we're going to surprise him with cake so he'll feel better soon, right?"

"Yeah!" she yelled again, making her mother and uncle laugh.

"At least she's enthusiastic." Maddie tried and bent down to hug and kiss her daughter goodbye. "You be good for uncle Buck, me or daddy will pick you up tonight ok?"

"Ok mommy!" Jee said and climbed up onto the stool next to the kitchen counter.

"Go. We'll be fine." Buck assured her, wrapping an arm around Jee to keep her safe.

After Maddie had left, Buck gave Jee an old shirt of his to wear as apron, made her wash her hands, and the two of them got to work.

He tried to let her do as much as possible while still making sure everything was going to plan and she wouldn't hurt herself.

Before long the cake was in the oven and they started the clean up.

"And when it's done baking, we let it cool off a little and then we can put the icing on and decorate it with these." he showed Jee the assortment of sprinkles he kept in his kitchen for her.

Jee nodded happily and started planning out her sprinkles masterpiece.

Buck looked up towards the bedroom area and listened for a sign of life from his boyfriend.

When he didn't hear anything, he decided to put Jee in front of the TV and go check on him. Tommy was fast asleep, rolled up in the duvet like a human burrito, and didn't seem to have woken up since Buck had made him eat something that morning.

Satisfied everything was ok, he went back downstairs and let Jee tell him all about the cartoon she was watching, until the cake was ready for decoration.

"Which ones do you want to put on first? Pink or gold?"

"Gold!"

"Alright, gold it is. Put it on where you think is best." Buck told her. "But not too much, we need to leave room for the other colours. And we can put your name on it. And mine."

"And uncle Tommy." she decided and Buck froze for a second.

Sure Tommy and Jee had met and he'd explained to her that Tommy was to him what mommy and daddy were to each other, and he was pretty sure she'd understood, but to hear her call him uncle Tommy, that was new.

Jee didn't seem to notice just how much she'd just turned his world upside down and was babbling about what colour sprinkles should go where.

"Pink here for the heart." she decided and Buck wondered when they'd agreed on heart shaped decorations.

"Right, yeah, that... that works." he let Jee draw a heart in pink sprinkles and dutifully wrote his and Tommy's names in it. "And where should I write your name?"

Jee thought for a minute and studied the cake but then shook her head.

"No name."

"What? Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Jee said like it was the most obvious thing in the world and put some sugar stars across the top half of the cake, above the heart with their names. "That's the sky. With stars."

"Oh wow, that's beautiful miss Jee, did you make that?"

Buck jumped a little when he suddenly heard his boyfriend's voice behind him and felt a hand on his waist.

"Uncle Buck helped" Jee told Tommy.

"Did he now? I'm sure you did all of the important work." Tommy said and gave her a conspiratory wink before turning to Buck and stealing a small kiss. "Hey." he greeted him softly.

"H-hey... Did we wake you?"

Tommy shook his head.

"It's fine. Had to get up eventually."

"Feeling better yet?"

Tommy shrugged and sat down at the kitchen island.

"I'm alright." he just said, which wasn't really an answer but Buck decided to let it go for now.

"Uncle Tommy, it's for you. You need to come look!" Jee insisted, pointing at the cake.

Tommy met Buck's eyes over her head and mouthed "Uncle Tommy?" at him.

Buck shrugged and smiled.

"Uncle Tommy, come see!" Jee said again, a little louder this time, clearly getting fed up with the adults in her life.

"Why don't you two come here and show me, and you can tell me what you made."

Buck helped her down from her stool and put the cake on the island in front of Tommy before helping Jee back on her stool, this time sitting next to Tommy who immediately put a hand on her back so she wouldn't fall off.

"This is the sky with the stars." she started like she was explaining the mysteries of the universe. "And you can fly to the stars."

Tommy laughed a little.

"I don't think I can go quite that high in my helicopter. But maybe I can show you how high I do go. When you're a little older. And your mommy and daddy are ok with it. Maybe uncle Evan will want to come too."

Jee-Yun turned to Buck and gave him an expectant look.

"Yeah, maybe." he settled on, trying to get his heart to calm down and not burst out of his chest hearing his boyfriend make plans with his niece. Even if she was only three and would probably have forgotten about it by the time she was old enough to even think about going up.

She seemed happy with that answer and turned back to Tommy to explain the rest of their creation.

"It's really amazing Jee, it's almost too pretty to eat don't you think?"

"No. You have to eat it. It's chocolate." she said as if that explained everything.

"Oh really? I do love chocolate." Tommy told her. "But can I take a picture of it before we eat it?" he reached into the pocket of his sweats only to realise he'd left his phone upstairs. "Evan, can you take a picture and send it to me?"

"Sure." he grabbed his phone and opened the camera. "You should be in the picture too, we made it for you after all."

Tommy dutifully posed with the cake, tilting the pan towards the camera so the decorations were clearly visible.

"And now one with the master chef herself." he put the cake back down on the table and moved a little closer to Jee so they'd both fit in the picture with the cake and Buck took a few pictures.

After that Jee insisted on having a photo shoot, and by the time Maddie came to pick her back up, his camera roll was filled with pictures of the three of them.

He showed a few to Maddie at Jee's insistence and set one of Tommy making a funny face at Jee as his new contact picture.

They said goodbye to Maddie and Jee-yun and settled on the sofa together, scrolling through the pictures and laughing at some of silly ones.

"I like this one." Buck said, stopping at a selfie of the two of them where Tommy had kissed his cheek at the last second.

"Yeah. Me too." Tommy said softly, not really looking at the picture. "Thanks. For today. For getting me out of my head."

Buck smiled and kissed him.

"Of course."

[littlelovelunette]

Hey!! How u doin? I hope u aren’t overwhelmed from all the req….

Can I request maybe a fwb! Sevika x reader and like they finally confess their feelings after all their “sessions”

Friends With Feelings

Hi, anon, I am a little overwhelmed, yeah, thanks for checking innn, how are you???

By the time Sevika was done with you, you were spread across her bed, panting and squirting.

The room smelled heavily of alcohol, tobacco and sex. Your whole body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, as was hers. Sevika had gone to the bathroom to wash the sex toys off as per the usual.

You laid there, staring up at the ceiling for a long, long while. It's been about four weeks you and Sevika have been sleeping together, but never really came down to the ‘friends with benefits’ conclusion.

You both just had sex whenever it was the mood, but weren't anything exclusive because you were aware she still went to the brothel...

Well, she used to during the first week and then she abruptly stopped with the lame excuse of "I'm too tired."

The door creaked open, revealing Sevika now dressed in a dark tanktop and grey shorts. Flexing and stretching her muscles out, she put the toys away in the bedside drawer.

The older woman, who'd probably take out a cigarette and just smoke, leaving you to take care of the mess she made out of you and your surroundings, she didn't do that.

Most of it, at least.

Although, she did have a cigarette tucked between those dark lips which always looked so kissable, she was helping you up and to the bathroom.

"Let me know if you need help." Sevika said as she helped you into the bathtub.

The water was warm in the bathtub, just as you liked it. You mentally smiled, knowing Sevika took a while in the bathroom, not just washing the sex toys, but preparing the bath for you.

"Thanks." You muttered under your breath but she was already out the door.

A while later, you were done cleaning yourself off and stepped out of the bathroom with shaky legs.

Sevika noticing your shaky legs, quickly rushed to your side and picked you up bridal style, "Where to?"

"Bed."

"Round two already?" Sevika asked in an amused tone and you couldn't help rolling your eyes. You were aware she was joking.

"Just wanna rest now, Sev."

Sevika nodded and put you in bed. You were slightly surprised because the woman had changed her sheets. Usually, she didn't bother to after having sex in those very sheets.

"Don't give me that look, I have basic hygiene." Sevika said defensively while she looked in her closet to give you something to wear.

The woman's libido was high. She was likely to get horny around you if you stayed by her naked.

"Uh-huh." You responded to her previous comment and gasped a little when Sevika threw a shirt on your head. Grumbling, you put it on anyway.

It fitted you loosely, the half sleeves came down to your elbows and the hem of the shirt came down to your mid-thighs.

With an exhale of the smoke in her lungs, Sevika climbed onto bed next to you. She wrapped her metallic arm around your frame bringing you close before you could react.

"This is nice." You mumbled. Her body was always warm. Like a natural human heater.

The room still had the smell it had before, but atleast you felt cleaner than you did a few moments before, handcuffed to the bedpost, screaming and moaning her name.

By now, you were sure the neighbours thought you both were dating or you were simply her favourite fling.

"Sevika." You called suddenly.

Sevika turned to face you, putting the cigarette out in the ashtray on the bedside table so she could focus on you.

"I was wondering, what are we?" You asked as you slowly shifted so you were straddling her lap. You were bare underneath the shirt. Your pussy pressed against her muscular thighs.

"You're a slut, first of all." Sevika said, her breath hitching as she felt your warm folds on her thighs. "And I've been wondering the same."

"Are we friends with benefits?" You asked, hand on Sevika's shoulders.

"I hate to know the meaning of that term." Sevika grumbled but didn't answer.

"C'mon, be honest with me." Your hands trailed down her arms— two very different arms.

"I am!" Sevika said indignatly, stubbornness showing with each letter.

"Do you like me?"

There was silence in the room for a while, and a very awkward staring contest established between you and the other woman.

With a little bit of bravery, you pulled her hand up and let them rest on your hips, awaiting her answer.

"The last time someone asked me that, I unsheathed the machete."

You gave her a look and Sevika huffed a sigh before adding, "I mean, you've got a pretty face, nice body, you don't annoy me to death... Ten percent of the time we spend together. I guess— I mean, yeah."

This was the first time you saw Sevika loose her cool and compose form, her usual responses were short and diligent but for once this time she was flustered and didnt know what to say.

Sevika's hands on you hips tightened and she felt like she embarrassed herself. So instead of words, she just pulled you closer and kissed you deeply.

And no words would ever be worth enough to express how much love she put into that kiss.

[taurasiluvr]

can u write a fic where paige and reader is on the phone and paige starts touching herself to readers voice? and then reader eventually notices and asks to facetime and yk… this is just a suggestion u don’t have to do it 😭

YES YES YES YES MA'AMMM

away games were the hardest on you and paige, you both thrived on being physically near each other and the separation always felt like an eternity. the long nights apart were filled with longing texts and video calls that could never quite bridge the gap. you missed the feel of her arms around you, the warmth of her body pressed against yours, and the way she made you feel safe and loved.

while you were incredibly proud of her, the distance was a constant reminder of how much you relied on her presence. you would watch her games on the screen, cheering her on from afar, but it never felt the same as being there in person.

tonight was one of those nights.

paige's team was playing an important match out of town, and you found yourself alone in your shared apartment. the space felt emptier without her, the silence almost oppressive. you tried to focus on other things, but your thoughts kept drifting back to her.

the game had just ended, and UConn had won. your phone buzzed with a call from her, and you eagerly answered, a smile spreading across your face at the sound of her voice.

"hey, baby," paige greeted, her voice warm and full of excitement. "we won!"

"i saw! you were amazing out there," you replied, feeling a rush of pride. "miss you so much, though."

"i miss you too," she said, her voice softening. "i hate being away from you."

there was a moment of silence, the connection between you palpable even through the phone. you could almost feel her presence, the memory of her touch lingering on your skin.

"tell me about your day, what'd you do without me?" paige asked, a breathless laugh coming from her lips.

you laid on the bed as you recounted your day. "nothing too crazy, just went to my classes then did some grocery shopping for us," you paused, trying to think of whatever else you'd done. "oh! well, i also did some online shopping, i splurged a new bikini."

"oh?" paige's breath hitched at the thought of that. "yeah, you deserve that, especially after midterms. can't wait to you see wearin' it, looking all pretty..."

paige trailed off and you could tell she was feeling the distance, maybe even more than you. you smiled at the thought and you couldn't help but tease her a little more.

"maybe i'll give you a little fashion show when you get back," you teased, your voice playful and sultry. "just for you."

paige let out a low groan, her breath hitching again. "you know what that does to me, baby. you're killing me here."

you giggled, enjoying the effect you had on her. "good, want you to think about it all night."

"god, i will," she murmured, her voice husky. "always know how to drive me crazy."

you bit your lip, feeling a surge of warmth at her words. "i miss you so much, paige. i wish you were here with me right now."

"miss you too," she replied, her voice softening. "more than anything. but hearing your voice makes me feel like i'm right there with you."

you could hear the sincerity in her voice, and it made your stomach ache with need. "tell me what you'd do if... if you were here," you whispered, your voice trembling with desire.

paige let out a slow, deep breath. "if i were there, i'd kiss you. slow and deep, just the way you like it. let my hands roam over your body, feeling every inch of you."

you closed your eyes, letting her words wash over you, imagining her touch.

"i'd kiss your neck, your shoulders," paige continued, her voice growing more intense. "i'd make my way down to your chest, kissing and sucking on your nipples until you're moaning my name."

a soft moan escaped your lips, your body reacting to her words. "paige," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper.

"i'd move lower, kissing your stomach, your hips," paige said, her voice thick with desire. "i'd spread your legs and taste you, licking you slowly, teasing you until you're begging for more."

you could feel the heat building between your legs, your hand slipping under your clothes to touch yourself. "fuck, p, that sounds amazing," you gasped, your fingers mimicking the sensations she was describing.

"i'd suck on your clit, making you moan my name," paige continued, her own breath growing ragged as you heard her shift on the other line. "slide my fingers inside you, feeling how wet and tight you are for me."

"yeah, just for you," you moaned, your body trembling with pleasure. "need you, p. need you so much."

"i'm right here, baby," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion as you heard her breaths coming in staggered. "i can feel you, hear you. fuck, don't cum, wanna cum together,"

"oh yes," you panted, your fingers moving faster.

"i'd fuck you with my fingers, curling them just right," paige groaned, her voice low. "keep sucking your clit, making you scream my name as you cum for me."

a few moments pass and you feel the pressure in your lower stomach tighten, and you bit your lip to try and hold off cumming until paige tells you to. you could hear her own breathless moans on the other line as you tried to focus.

"gonna cum, baby, oh fu-fuck," paige groaned out. "cum for me, fuck, cum for me," she rambled as she felt her own orgasm crash over her.

"o-oh, fuck, paige!" you cried out, your body shuddering as you reached the edge. "'m cumming, 'm cumming!"

you let out a loud moan as the orgasm washed over you, your body trembling with the intensity of it. paige's voice was there, guiding you through it, her words a soothing balm to your pleasure-wracked mind.

as the pleasure ebbed, you lay there, breathless and spent. paige's breathless voice came through the phone, soft. "i love you so much," she whispered.

"i love you too," you replied, your voice filled with emotion. "can't wait to have you back in my arms."

"soon, baby," paige promised. "soon."

if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!

with love, rylin 𝜗𝜚

[ssvnriseya]

THE STRAWBERRY (D.D)

summary: you prepared the newly harvested strawberries for daryl to eat, but he has other plans.

warnings: MDNI 18+ fingering, making out, teasing, clit sucking, using reader's! cum as sauce, lowercase intended.

note: omg! this is my first ever fan-fiction! please support me! i know it's still not as good as others but it's a start, right?! love ya! (＾ｖ＾)

masterlist

you walked into the room where daryl was usually carving his arrows in.

"hi, maggie and the others should be arriving soon. are you done?"

you walked over to where he is and placed your hands on his shoulders.

"nearin' there." he grunted, as usual. you chuckled and massaged his shoulders.

"you can continue that later, let's greet them outside." you said and pulled away from him. you walked over to the door and held out your hand for him.

he didn't say anything and stood up, carefully placing his stuff away.

"yer' lucky i love ya'" he responded as he took your hand, intertwining it with his.

"i hate your hands, they're so big!" you complained and dragged him outside his basement room.

"ye'll love 'em after ye' see what they can do." he smirked at you.

"shut up, dixon." it was your turn to grunt at him. he continued smirking at you as you both stepped out of the house.

"turned out we were righ' in time." he said nudging you, he pulled you softly towards the car that just arrived.

"rosita! i'm glad you guys are safe!" you hugged rosita then maggie, moving to tara and abraham.

"you can't simply kill the rosita espinosa." she said in a serious face as she smiled at you then walked away with abraham.

"me and daryl will help you all get them to the inventory." you said and turned to daryl who had an unreadable face.

"i didn't say anything." he groaned but you looked at him with puppy eyes and he rolled his eyes at you.

"please?" you asked and gestured to the boxes and crates of supplies that you know maggie, tara and a man from alexandria couldn't carry all by themselves.

"fine."

you smiled and carried one of the boxes and walked to the inventory with daryl.

"you're such a show-off." you huffed at him as you shifted the weight off the box in your arms.

"'m just strong. so is my stamina." he wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively through the three boxes he carry.

"keep on dreaming, dixon." you smirked at him and walked faster.

you placed the box of supplies on the floor of the inventory as olivia told you that she'll take care of them.

"are you sure you can arrange them yourself, olivia?" you asked, unsure.

she nodded as she opened a box just as daryl placed his boxes on the floor.

"is that strawberries?!" you asked and walked closer to where she is.

she held up a piece and inspected it, "yes, and i'm guessing it's fresh. the group must have harvested them by themselves."

"can i take home a few?" you asked her with a smile, she smiled sweetly at you and nodded.

she gave you plastic and you placed a few inside. "you know i can't reject those smiles and eyes." she teased.

you giggled and hugged her, "thank you."

you walked over to where daryl impatiently stood. he grunted in relief when he saw you walking over him.

"took ya' long enough."

you showed him the strawberries with a smile. "i'm preparing you strawberries tonight."

"great." he groaned, making you frown.

"if you don't want it, i'll just make spencer chocolate covered stra—" you spoke, upset at him but he cut you off.

"nah, you can prepare me those strawberries." he said, angry at what you said.

it was clear as day for you that daryl hated spencer, as the said man would always find a way to get near you.

you both arrived at the house. he quickly went down his basement room after giving you a kiss.

you went to the kitchen to prepare daryl's strawberries, you put it in a bowl and washed it, draining the water.

you cut off the leaves and went to a cabinet, opening it to get the chocolate syrup.

you carried the bowl of strawberries and syrup on your way down his room.

"your strawberries... and here's chocolate if you want to put them there." you placed the bowl and syrup on his bed.

he quickly stopped what he was doing and sat on the bed, with you sitting beside him.

"i want another sauce." he spoke and stared at your eyes. you furrowed your eyebrows.

"i don't know if there's any other sauce that goes with strawberries... and it'll be really weird if you dip it in mustard or ketchup." you said in disgust.

"nah, not that." daryl said, shaking his head.

you stared at him in confusion, he leaned in quickly. daryl pulled you in a kiss.

he started gentle and soft but it turned passionate. he placed his hands on your cheeks as you kissed him back.

he pushes your body to lay you on the bed, slowly and softly.

he pulled away as you both caught your breaths, he went on top of you leaning all his weight on his elbows that were on either side of your head, careful not to crush you.

daryl pulled in again to kiss you, his kisses were rough and passionate once again.

"d–daryl..." you moaned when he bit your lip, quickly slipping his tongue inside you when you moaned.

he sipped on your tongue and straddled you, careful not to sit on you.

he roamed his hands on your sides, your waist, hips and legs. he squeezed your waist making you moan once again.

you pulled away and tried to catch your breath as his hands found your shorts button.

once he unbuttoned it he tugged on it, putting the denim shorts out of you. he tossed it somewhere.

he looked up at you and kissed your mid-thigh, going up to the strap of your panties, and to you lower stomach.

"p-please." you moaned as he sucked on your lower stomach.

"please, what?" he asked.

"y-you know what..." you moaned in pleasure as he continued teasing you.

"yer' gettin' wet already, huh?" he pointed out the soaked part in your cotton panty. you nodded desperately.

he placed a kiss on the wet part making you shiver, "oh... god!"

daryl continued kissing there and getting the fabric more wet.

he pulled down your underwear and placed a kiss on your bare pussy.

"f–fuck..." you can't help but cuss out. he looked at you in the eyes with something like disappointment.

"what a dirty mouth ya' got there, huh?" he shook his head and went to your pussy again.

he sucked your clit as you moaned, shouting his name. he didn't stop even if you were a moaning mess.

"i–i think i'm going to... i–i feel fluttery." you moaned and tried to hold it in as his mouth worked on your pussy.

"let it out, come on. let me taste ya'." he went faster than his pace making you arch your back and leaned your hips onto him.

you took the pillow and squeezed it as you moaned again after another.

you let it out as you came down from your high, you whimpered when he quickly drank in all your juices, making contact with your sensitive clit every now and then.

"fuck, yer' so sweet. yer' pussy is amazing." he whispered in your ears.

he entered two of his fingers in your cunt without much say, making you arch your back again.

"daryl!" you grunted in pain as you adjusted to the length and size of his fingers.

"you can take it, baby." he whispered in your ears and slowly started moving his fingers.

it made your breath hitched as you moaned in pain and pleasure.

"daryl... faster!" you moaned and can't seem to know where to lean your head, to the right or left.

he started pumping his fingers in and out as you moaned loudly than you had ever.

"please... please, l–let me release again..." you moaned and moved your hips to meet his fingers.

"'m adding another, sweetheart." he said and you nod in desperation to feel more pleasure.

he slowly added another finger and you hissed in pain, you've felt more stretched than ever and after a few thrust of his fingers it quickly was replaced by pleasure.

you moaned and clenched your walls around his fingers. "i–i'm nearing again..." you said between breaths and moans.

he smirked and sped up his fingers as you came once again, he lifted your hips and placed the bowl of strawberries beneath you.

your cum dripped down to the ball, you closed your eyes in exhaustion as daryl removed the bowl beneath you.

he placed it on the corner of the bed again and went around the room, opening a drawer and pulling out a towel.

he went near you and kneeled in front of you, he gently cleaned your cunt making you whimper as the towel made contact with your sensitive cunt.

"i've got ma' sauce, sweetheart." he smiled and wiped your sweat with the other side of the towel.

"h–huh?" you asked confused. he shook his head and slipped your underwear on you, and went to where your shorts were.

he slipped it on you after walking back to you. you sat up as he sat beside you.

he pulled the bowl to his lap and showed it to you. "here."

"i–is that my?" you asked and looked at him with flustered cheeks.

he nodded and you turned redder. "told ya' i want this sauce. went for it."

he bit into it like it's nothing, and possibly acted like it was much more delicious that way.

you looked away from him in embarrassment. you watched as he grabbed a strawberry and dipped it onto the creamy white sauce you created.

you blushed and watched him eat the strawberries with your cum.

[luvrgirl4roman]

When Desire Strikes

Roman Reigns X Malika (Plus size Black OC)

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: 18 +, Smut, cussing, creampie, daddy kink, unprotected p in v, Oral (woman giving and receiving), restraints being used.

My apologies, I barely proofread. I hope you enjoy 😊

Malika looks in the mirror, takes a deep breath, and drops her head. As her curls hover over her face, she whispers, "It's just a date." She's usually not nervous, but she hasn’t entertained a man in over ten months. Roman moved into the neighborhood about five months ago, and they frequently run into each other at the grocery store, the gym, and Tropical Smoothie. She first laid eyes on him at the gym; he was using the bicep machine, and she couldn’t stop staring. He had salt-and-pepper hair in a messy bun, a matching thick beard, and wore a black tank top with matching shorts. Whenever he did a curl, he let out an animalistic grunt as the veins in his muscular arms bulged. As sweat dripped from his forehead, nose, onto his chest, Malika was so entranced that she almost fell off the treadmill. She quickly regained her balance, continued her workout, and went about her day.

She couldn’t get him out of her head for two days after that. With so much sexual frustration pent up, he made her feel feral. They went from nodding at the gym to saying "hey" at the grocery store and then to small talk. Malika was taken aback when he stopped her in the Tropical Smoothie parking lot and asked for her number. Surprisingly, he was a great texter—he kept the conversation interesting and never let more than five minutes pass without replying. He was very flirty without being creepy or sending unsolicited dick pics. They set up a couple of gym dates, during which he would spot her for barbell squats. The sexual tension was definitely high. The way his hands hovered over her plush, thick frame and hips took her mind to dirty places. It had been ten months since she felt a man's touch, and her body was screaming for Roman. One day, after one of their gym dates, he finally asked her out on an actual date.

"It's a nice lounge that I frequent, and I would love for you to be my date. We can order food, have some drinks, and talk," he says.

"I-I would love to," Malika replies, shuddering over her words.

"Great! I'll pick you up tomorrow around 8 PM."

She was so excited that she could barely sleep that night. After passing out, she was awakened hours later by her usual good morning text from Roman. She couldn't help but think that he would be saying "Good morning" tomorrow from her bed. She replied to his text and drifted back to sleep. When she woke up the second time, she checked her phone; it was 12:30 PM. It was her day off, so she usually slept in. She got up, washed her face, brushed her teeth, and fixed a late breakfast of spinach, eggs, and toast. She could barely eat from excitement and nerves. She didn't need to do any maintenance for the date since she had done so earlier in the week; all she had to do was figure out her outfit, shoes, fragrance, and accessories.

"What's the attire for tonight?" she texted Roman.

"Casual, nothing too dressy. I can't wait to see you tonight, by the way," he replied.

"I can't wait to see you too, handsome." she responded, grinning at her phone.

Time flew, and soon it was time for her to get ready. She wrapped up her hair and hopped in the shower. After showering and exfoliating, Malika headed to her closet and found a gorgeous, mid-thigh, spaghetti-strap black sundress covered in pink and red roses to wear. She pulled out her black platform sandals and accessorized her look with a beautiful gold necklace featuring a heart pendant and hoops. She releases her 26-inch curly sew-in from her bonnet, puts on deodorant, applies mascara, body cream, lip gloss, and sprays on FORVR Mood's "You Remind Me." As she checks herself in the mirror, Roman texts her that he's outside. She grabs her black crossbody bag and keys and heads out the door. Roman is standing next to his black 2024 Maserati Quattroporte, its tinted windows gleaming. He wears a black collared shirt and black slacks, and his hair is neatly tied back in a bun. “You look beautiful,” he says as he opens the passenger door for her.

“Thank you, you look great,” she replies with a smile as she climbs into his car, and they head out. She glances over at him as he drives; he looks and smells incredible, with his hair perfectly styled, a full luscious beard, soft lips, and muscular arms filling out his black collared shirt. They arrive at the lounge and enter. The place is dimly lit, with music playing at a respectful level. The soft hum of patrons lounging in their chairs fills the air as they engage in conversation over drinks and food. Roman and Malika make their way to the bar, where the bartender greets them and asks what they would like to eat and drink. Roman orders a surf and turf meal with his steak cooked medium-well and a whiskey neat, while Malika requests Chicken Alfredo and a Blue Motherfucker.

“Your usual spot is available,” the attendant says as he leads them to the quietest area in the lounge. The lounge chair feels soft against Malika's skin, and the dim red lights create a sensual atmosphere.

“I'll go grab your drinks now,” the attendant adds.

“Thank you,” Roman and Malika reply in unison.

“This is an amazing spot; I’ve never been here before,” Malika remarks.

“Yeah, I love it here. I've been coming for about a year now; it's a nice place to unwind at the end of the day.”

“I definitely understand.”

After some small talk over drinks, their food arrives. A comfortable silence envelops them as their forks scrape against the plates, followed by the occasional eye contact. As Malika slurps up her fettuccine noodles covered in Alfredo sauce, Roman’s eyes meet hers, and he smiles. For a moment, Malika wishes it was Romans dick that she was slurping, but she quickly reels her thoughts back in. They finish their meals, and Malika orders a round of tequila shots. Roman declines, citing his need to drive, so Malika takes his shot as well. It felt as if that shot went straight to her core; she could feel a tingle anytime Roman did anything. The way he licked his lips, the way he spoke to the attendant, the intense gaze he held while talking with her—she couldn't take it anymore; she wanted him now! "I can't hold this any longer. I want you to take me home, please," she said softly not breaking eye contact.

"D-Did I say something wrong? I'm so—"

"You've nothing wrong, I want you to come home with me tonight," she said, grabbing his hand.

" I would love to," Roman grinned. He paid the tab, and they headed out to his car. He opened the sunroof, and as she looked up at the clear night sky, the moon shined bright, and the stars were clear and beautiful. The summer night air flowed through her hair and grazed her skin. She closed her eyes, and for the first time in months, she felt stress-free. 

She looked over at Roman, eagerly anticipating their night ahead. They arrived at her apartment, and she stumbled out of the car. Roman grabbed his gym bag from the back, which held toiletries and a change of clothes, and they headed for the door. As soon as she put the keys in the lock, Roman began pressing his manhood against her ass. She opened the door and dropped everything at the entryway. Roman trailed behind her as she pushed him against the door, locking it while standing on her tiptoes to reach his lips. They helped each other rip off their clothes, moaning into each other’s mouths as they kissed.

"It's been a while since I've had sex, so I might be a bit aggressive at times. Is that something you're okay with?" Roman asks, completely naked, his eight-inch brown member and balls hanging free. Malika feels a rush of excitement as she imagines him invading her throat and insides. "It's cool with me; I like rough," she replies. They move over to Malika's dining room, where he bends her over the sleek brown marble table, her breasts pressing against the cool surface, her nipples hardening. He grips her voluptuous waist with his left hand and with his right hand slaps his cock against her clit, the sound wet and sticky. "You ready?" he asks in a deep, sultry tone. "Yes, please," she moans back. "Oh shit, you're already wet for me; I love that." He slides his into her slowly, grunting as he gauges how much she can take. She lets out a moan as her body tenses from his girth entering her.

"Fuck, you're so tight. I don’t know if I can fit; let’s try," he mutters, pushing his entire length deep inside her. A whimper escapes her as he fills her completely. "You like the way I stretch you out, huh?" he growls, delivering a sharp smack to her ass. "Yesss, big daddy," she moans, as he grabs her curly hair, quickening his rhythm. 

At this point, he's thrusting into her so hard that her ass creates a rippling effect against his abdomen. Each stroke hits her G-spot, sending her legs shaking. Her entire body feels electric as goosebumps spread across her skin. As she lets out a deep moan as she's being filled up with Romans rod. The intensity of pleasure and slight pain has tears falling from her face as she senses he’s close to cumming; his breaths quicken and his moans grow louder. "You gonna let me cum inside this pussy?!" "Yes, please, cum inside me, baby!" he begins to jackhammer her, the table moving rhythmically with each thrust. She’s pretty sure the screws in the table are loosening. She feels his manhood pulsating inside her as he releases himself. "Ohhh shit, this pussy feels amazingggg." Once he slides out, he says, "Let's take a shower and get ready for round two" She detaches herself from the table, his seed slowly run down her leg as she begins to lead the way to her bathroom. As they enter her bedroom, she grabs the LED remote and dims the lights, bathing the room in a soft red glow. She guides him into her spacious bathroom, where the scent of Glade Vanilla Passionfruit lingers in the air, being met with the plushness of the black fur rugs. The bathroom features a two-person tub and a 4 person walk-in shower adorned with black tiles and glass doors. Roman sets his bag down on the sink, pulling out a fresh washcloth, Dior Sauvage deodorant, and the matching body wash.

“Do you want to take a shower first?” he asks.  

“We can shower together to save time and water,” she replies, doubling up on her shower caps. He turns on the shower, takes his hair out of the ponytail, and steps in. 

Malika stands in awe at the sight of the beautiful man soaking wet in her shower, knowing she is going to let him have his way with her tonight. His body and hair glisten under the falling water, and she can't help but admire how sexy he looks. She joins him and offers to wash his back. Grabbing a washcloth, she begins to lather it over his stunning back tattoo. He turns around, gently grabs her chin, and kisses her deeply. A tingling sensation ignites in her core from his delicious lips, and he offers to wash her back in return. She takes her washcloth and Olay body wash as he drops to his knees. He starts lathering her legs and thighs, cupping her thick, brown ass in his large, strong hands before moving up to her back. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he says, his hands gliding over her breasts as he grabs her waist. “I can’t wait to wear that pussy out,” he adds, locking his beautiful brown eyes with hers. After finishing the shower, they grab towels from her towel warmer. He gets dressed in her room while she heads into her walk-in closet to find some lingerie. It’s the perfect moment for her red strappy open-cup bra set with heart accents over her nipples, paired with the matching thong she bought from Torrid, along with her black diamond-studded platform heels. She applies pineapple body oil all over her body, puts on a black lace sheer robe, lets her hair down, and struts back into the room. Roman is there, his long, wet black hair framing his face, wearing only red Nike boxer briefs as he tries to connect his phone to her Amazon Echo. “Can I play my playlist from YouTube?” he asks. She turns on the TV and shows him how to connect, and the first song he plays is “Juicy” by Pretty Ricky. He hasn’t seen her outfit yet, as her robe remains closed, but he notices her shoes and her red-painted toes, prompting a smile as he leans back on the bed.

“What you got for me, big mama?” he asks, his bulge growing larger. She stands up, drops the robe, and his eyes light up.

“Damn, you look amazing in that,” he says, biting his lip. 

“Thank you, big daddy,” she replies, swaying her hips and turning around to bend over. He quickly leans up and bites her ass cheek. She pushes him back down onto the king-size memory foam mattress with black silk sheets, climbing on top of him. With his muscular built, she's confident he can handle her curvy figure.

"You smell so good," she whispers as he leans up to bury his face in her neck, kissing it softly. Their lips meet, and it feels like fireworks are going off in her head. She begins to trail her tongue from his neck to his broad chest, down to his stomach, and finally to his rod. She starts by teasing his thick mushroom tip with her tongue, then wraps her hand then her lips around it, sliding her mouth down his shaft, hearing him grunt and moan. He grips her hair and says, "Look at me." She looks up at him, her mouth full. "Ahhhh, you look gorgeous with my dick stuffed in your mouth. Come on, I know you can take more," he moans, sliding his length further down her throat. Tears well up in her eyes, and spit rushes down his shaft as she strokes him deeply with her throat. She detaches her mouth from him, pulls him down onto her black shag rug, and lays him flat. Hovering over his waist, she squats down, moving her thong to the side, guiding him inside her warm, wet pussy. Once she’s fully impaled, she gasps, making sure she has her balance in her heels. “Mmmm, good girl, fitting all of me in there. I want you to ride me like a good slut, okay?” he says to her. “Yes, I will.” With her heels on, she's securely planted, lightly burying her fingers in his chest as she begins to slide up and down on him. Her tight walls conform around him, and she starts to speed up the pace. While his thumb plays with her clit, Malika’s breasts bounce and she feels her G-spot being hit; her legs turn to noodles, and her body begins to shake. Roman’s hands are now planted on her waist, guiding her movements. Sensing he’s about to come, he stops her mid-ride , “I’m not trying to cum yet.” They stand up, and he pushes her onto the bed. “I don’t want you running from me this time. I want you to cream all over my dick. Do you have anything I can use to tie your hands up?” She gestures toward the second drawer of her nightstand, where she keeps two pairs of handcuffs, a whip, a blindfold, and rope.  “Are you a dominatrix or something?” he asks, staring at her drawer full of goodies. “Nope, I like to be dominated. They’re used on me,” she chuckles. He takes each of her hands and cuffs them to her metal headboard. Starting by pressing his lips against hers, he sucks on her bottom lip, kisses her neck, and then removes her bra. As her breasts are revealed, he begins to suck on them, squeezing them together. He continues his journey down to her stomach, caressing it before coming face to face with her soaking core. He sticks out his long, thick, wet tongue and softly teases the tip against her pearl, then flattens his tongue and flicks back and forth. “You taste so good, baby,” he moans. As his tongue moves in a circular motion on her clit, as he begins sucking, she lets out a loud moan, squirming beneath him. He looks up at her, a moan escaping his lips, as her legs start to shake.

“I’m about to cum—” 

“Oh no, not yet, baby,” he replies.

He gets up on his knees, places her thighs around his waist, and enters her. As he slowly strokes, filling her up, he grabs her full breasts for leverage, running his thumbs over her nipples. With every thrust, she lets out a cry. 

“Big... Daddy... please... I don't know how much—”

“Come on, big mama, you got this," he says as he leans down to kiss her, silencing her moans with his mouth. He places both his hands on her head and begins to slow his rhythm inside her, which drives her crazy. 

"I've been thinking about fucking you for weeks," he says, his voice low and intense. "You were acting shy, like you didn't want to talk to me. Now look at you—cuffed and completely at my mercy." Their eyes lock, and a rush of ecstasy overwhelms Malika. 

"You want me to fuck you harder?" he asks, leaning closer. 

She nods

"What? I didn't hear you" Roman growls

"Yes, sir. Pleaseee." Malika replies

He places both of her feet on his shoulders and pushes himself deeper inside her, intensifying his thrusts. The only sounds are his knees hitting her back thighs, the headboard ramming against the wall, the clinking of the handcuffs around her wrists, his grunts, and her moans. At this point, her body is tingling and shaking, and she feels her peak is near. 

"Come on, baby, cum on my dick," he moans. The room begins to spin as their bodies shiver and they climax together. He looks down at her and says, "Good girl, let it all out," as her body shakes uncontrollably. When he pulls out, his cock is covered with her juices and his cum. She's unable to form words at this point due to the fact her intense orgasm has robbed her of speech. Afterwards, she sits back as her heart rate returns to normal and her body stops twitching. When she goes to clean up and returns, Roman is sound asleep, stretched out on her bed. She curls up next to him and falls asleep.

[uramakimochi]

TIKTOK COUPLE

Lando Norris x Reader

Warnings: nothing just fluff, use of Y/n, fem!R, just you doing tiktok trends for couples and Lando being done with you lol.

Translated english because it's not my first language so feel free to correct me.

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If there was a reason why Formula One fans loved you, especially Lando fans, it was because they considered you one of the best couples on Tiktok, on the same level of Lily and Alex. Lando didn't post much, but his fans could count on you when they needed new content about him.

And most of the videos you posted were couple videos. In particular, your followers LIVED, they literally commented this, for the pranks you did to Lando, following the Tiktok trends. And here are some of the most popular.

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You placed the phone on the shelf, making sure it couldn't fall and then you took a few steps back, remaining standing in the middle of the living room.

"Lando!" you called out to your boyfriend loudly, hearing him answer from another room.

"Yeah?"

“Can you come here for a moment please?”

A few seconds later, Lando joined you in the living room, hands in the pockets of his shorts.

"Everything okay?" he asked you and you nodded.

"Sure, nothing you need to worry about. But can you smell my sweatshirt please?"

Lando looked at you slightly confused when he saw you gripping the collar of the sweatshirt you were wearing between your fingers, pulling it towards his direction.

“Aside from the fact that that's MY sweatshirt…” he said pointing a finger at you. “Why should i smell you?”

“Because i have to figure out if this sweatshirt needs to be washed or not!” you replied hastily, thinking of an excuse. "Come on, don't be picky right now. Can you do it, please?"

Lando shrugged with a sigh, not understanding why you were being so insistent, but he walked closer to you anyway and bent his face slightly so he could smell the collar of your sweatshirt. And that's when you leaned your face forward so you could give him a little kiss on the forehead.

Lando didn't say anything, he just did as you asked and then looked back at you, while you smiled at him. You expected any reaction from him, an embarrassed laugh, him teasing you or him simply kissing you back. But certainly, the only thing you didn't expect was what he said right in your eyes.

"Yes, you stink"

You felt your face on fire.

"R-Really?? Oh god..." you asked slightly embarrassed, glancing quickly at the camera on your phone.

But after that, Lando gave you an amused smile and he gave you a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Nah, i was just teasing you, love"

And before you could slap him on the shoulder, he ran out of the living room, laughing like an annoying little brat.

"I hate you Lando!" he heard you scream in the distance.

"I love you too, darling!"

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Comments

user Y/n is adorable😩

user Lando really has no filters💀

user help Lando😭

user i know for a fact that Y/n doesn't stink at all, her farts smell like roses and she pees rainbows, don't you dare say she stinks😤

user your honor i love them✋

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A few days later, you saw another trend on Tiktok that looked really cute so you decided you would have tried doing it with Lando too.

So, clutching your phone which was on and recording the video, you went to Lando, just hoping that he wouldn't have said something embarrassing enough not to be published on the internet.

You found him sitting in front of his computer, he wasn't streaming, he was just playing video games, strangely alone, but sometimes he liked it that way too.

Without saying anything you went and stood next to him, holding out a hand, palm facing up. Lando noticed your presence almost immediately and after taking off his headphones, he rotated his chair towards you, looking at you with a smile that you returned.

“Hey honey” he said, then his gaze dropped to your open hand. "What's up?"

You didn't answer him, but simply stood there, waiting for his reaction. Lando looked from your hand to your eyes, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Um...Do you need anything?" he tried to ask you, but you remained silent.

Lando looked at you more and more confused, until an expression of realization lit up his face.

"Ooh, i get it"

He took your hand with one of his and began to cover it with small kisses that warmed the skin of your palm and the back of your hand, even passing over every knuckle.

"You just wanted some affection, hm?"

Lando looked at you with a smirk, but when he realized that even after giving you as many kisses as possible, your hand was still there, he began to get agitated.

"I don't understand, love, what is it? What do you want?"

But at hearing nothing but your silence, Lando only seemed to get more irritated.

"Do you want to buy something? Do you need money??" he asked frantically and you saw him reaching into his pants pocket to take out his wallet.

He then took out some bills and placed them on the palm of your hand.

"There. Is it okay?" he asked looking at you.

When he heard nothing but your silence his eyes widened.

"You want more? Really??" he asked almost horrified and continued to remove the bills from his wallet and place them on your palm.

And at that moment you really wanted to stop and answer him that it was just a Tiktok trend, but the way he was looking at you exasperated was making you die of laughter, but you were using all the strength possible to hold back.

"You don't want money?? Then what do you want?? My card?!" he exclaimed, opening his arms wide. "Why are you standing there in silence?! Talk to me woman!! Tell me what you want!"

You couldn't hold back any longer, so you burst out laughing in his face, catching him off guard. Lando looked at you almost annoyed, believing that yours was just a stupid joke.

“I'm sorry darling” you told him between laughs, giving him his money back. "I don't want anything, really"

Lando shook his head, huffing and looking at you with a grimace.

“You're weird” he said, making you laugh even more.

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Comments

lilymhe when i tried to do it with Alex he sat on my hand💀

yourusername please💀

user Lando filling her hand with kisses💕💕😩😭

user help not him keeping to give her money💀

user Lando yes i want your card, what's the number?☺️

user him becoming more and more aggressive had me rolling

user Lando: WHAT TF DO YOU WANT FROM ME??👹👺 Y/n:🤷‍♀️🤭✨🥰💞

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Oh, you absolutely had to do this. You had no idea what Lando's reaction would have been (probably an exaggerated one, knowing him), but you knew it would have been worth it and his fans would have gone crazy if they saw something like this.

After showing the camera your bandeau top and the super short shorts you were wearing, you wrapped the towel around your body, taking care to cover your clothing well, so it looked like you were completely naked underneath. Then you picked up your phone again and headed to the living room, where Lando was watching tv.

When you entered the room, he didn't say anything, as he was too focused on eating mini pretzels while still looking at the screen and he didn't pay any attention to the fact that you had positioned yourself next to him specifically to get his attention.

Only when you placed the phone, that was still recording everything, on the shelf did he notice your presence.

“What are you doing, darling?” he asked, curious and slightly confused that you hadn't changed your clothes yet, but he didn't care that much.

“Just recording a Tiktok” you replied, turning to look at him with an innocent smile. "Would you like to participate?"

Lando shrugged.

"What should i do?"

“Oh, no big deal” you said nonchalantly, hands tightening on the corners of the towel. "You just have to stand there and watch while i do..."

You turned back to the camera, seeing Lando's face on the screen and waiting for his reaction.

"This!" you exclaimed and then opened your arms wide, opening the towel.

You heard a scream, which obviously didn't come from your lips and before you could even see the scene captured by the camera, you found yourself thrown onto the carpet, crushed by the weight of Lando's body.

"Lando!"

You felt his arms wrap protectively around your body.

“O-Oww… Ahahah” you moaned from the pain of the fall, but you couldn’t help but laugh at what had just happened. "Are you dumb?"

Lando propped himself up with his arms so he could look you in the eyes. He didn't seem angry, just very surprised.

"YOU are dumb! You can't undress in front of everyone!" He retorted, making you giggle again.

“But there's no one here” you replied, blinking softly. "And i'm not naked, right?"

Lando looked you up and down with a pout for a couple of seconds.

"Don't do that again. You gave me a heart attack" he said, standing up and then holding out a hand to help you up.

"Well, you hurt me" you moaned and he hugged you, giving you a kiss on the head.

"Aww, sorry honey. But it was a risk you had to take"

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Comments

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username i live and breathe for protective bf Lando🤭

username him being sorry for hurting her but at the same time he's not lmao

username Y/n sweetie are you okay?🥺😰

yourusername i am☺️🤍

username i don't care what y'all say, these two are hands down the best couple on tiktok🧡🤍

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"Lando"

"Mh?"

You turned to look at him, clutching the bathrobe in your arms.

"I'm going to take a shower now" you told him, pointing the shower with a nod.

"Okay" he said simply and then he took off his hat and his sweatshirt, but before he could even take off his shirt and trousers, since he wanted, or rather 'believed', to join you, you stopped him with a hand on his arm.

“Actually… I was thinking of showering on my own today” you murmured. "So, could you please get out?"

At first you thought he would have been sorry, but instead you saw him simply cross his arms and look you straight in the eyes.

"No" he only said.

“Yes” you slowly replied. "Lando get out"

“Nah no way, you know i've banned you from showering without me since the first time we took it together” he continued and you rolled your eyes.

"Well, today i want to do it alone, okay? So just wait for me outside"

Lando shook his head frantically, looking at you in disbelief.

"But who's gonna wash your hair? Who's gonna wash MY hair?? Honey, please, you know that i really love when you wash my hair! A-And who's gonna wash your back??"

You shrugged, looking at him with an amused smile.

"I'll just use the sponge. And you'll have to do the same for this time"

You thought he would have continued to answer you like a naughty child and it was fun, but when you saw the disappointment slowly fill his eyes, you immediately felt guilty.

"But... I'm sorry, but why? We always shower together"

You shrugged, placing your robe on the sink and looking back at him.

“I don't know, i don't feel comfortable today” you said your excuse. "I'd rather be alone"

Lando looked at you with his big light eyes like a beaten puppy, making you feel tempted to immediately reveal to him that it was just a joke.

“Can't i stay in the bathroom anyway?” he asked, stretching his arms towards you and enclosing one of your hands in both of his. “I'll just sit on the toilet and we can talk, i swear i won't even peek”

Aww.

"Wait love, is it something that i did? Did i do something that made you uncomfortable? Why don't you want to shower with me anymore? Please, tell me" he continued, looking at you with a guilt-filled look and a pleading tone of voice.

Oh no, now you really felt like a horrible girlfriend. Enough, it was better to end it.

"Lando" you looked at him with a tender smile and placed your free hand on his cheek, caressing him gently. "It's just a joke, it's not true that i don't want to shower with you. I'm sorry"

You watched him realize this until he let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh fuck, thank goodness” he said, putting a hand on his chest. “I love showering with you, i swear i felt like you kicked me out of the house”

You laughed too, but then Lando's amused look gave way to one of slight concern once again.

"But seriously, you would tell me if i did something that didn't make you feel comfortable, right?" He murmured, stroking the hand he was still holding.

You nodded without hesitation.

"Of course, darling"

He flashed you a smile, leaning closer to give you a kiss on the forehead. Then he hugged you, holding you tightly and bent his face to your ear.

"Now shall we take a nice shower together?" he murmured with a smirk and you giggled, glancing at your phone, which had captured everything.

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Comments

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username he was so sad when he thought he couldn't shower with Y/n💔😭

username Lando is so sweet, he thought he did something wrong😭😭

username Y/n: “Can you please get out?” Lando: "I can... But like hell i'll do it😜"

username lmfao man really said "nuh uh you shower with me or you shower with me end of discussion"

username "you know i've banned you from showering without me" he took showering together to another level💀

username "can't i stay in the bathroom anyway?🥺" broke me fr

username please Y/n, tell me that you took that shower together to apologize, my boy was heartbroken

yourusername we did and he was very happy☺️💕

username not Lando comparing not showering with Y/n to being kicked out of the house💀

username i think he loves showering with her more than racing lol

username landonorris we need you to make a compilation of you pulling pranks on Y/n too🤭

landonorris i might think about that

yourusername you will never beat me💃

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[calcifermovesthecastle]

Rainy Days

Reader has a meltdown after a morning full of a series of unfortunate events. Luffy makes sure the reader doesn't have to deal with their demons alone.

angst to fluff. a little ooc for luffy i think, but It is purely self indulgent so what.

Oh reader also beefs with Nami sorry

It's been a long day. 

Well, it hasn't really been long, but it has been dreadfully exhausting. You aren't even sure where to start with it, to be honest. It's only noon. All you know is that you're strung so thin that the teeniest tiniest inconvenience will take the mountain of stress on your shoulders and crumple you under its weight. 

Where to start? 

Of course, when you fell asleep last night. 

You happened to fall asleep not in your bed, no. Not on the couch, either. The floor? Not a chance. No, you couldn't have fallen asleep in the lounge, or the aquarium, or on the soft grass on the deck of the Sunny. You couldn't have fallen asleep at the kitchen table, listening to Sanji clean up the remnants of dinner. Nor could you have dozed off in the safety of the survey room. 

You fell asleep hunched against the mast, sitting up in the crow's nest. While you were supposed to be on lookout duty. And now you're all caught in a terrible storm because of it.

You were shaken awake by Zoro at around Six, both of you fully soaked. The intense flashes of lightning illuminated the irritated look on his face, and he certainly chewed you out for not keeping a "better" watch, not warning the rest of them of the impending storm. Making your way down to the deck, your back aching, you were then chewed out by a very hacked off Nami, who also told you in very unkind terms that this could all have been avoided if you had just done your share of the job. 

The storm hadn't let up by the time you made your way to the bath. You were hoping at least maybe a hot shower would seep some of the chill out of your bones. But alas, the door was locked, and when you knocked, Brook called through that he would be a while, he was washing his hair. 

Okay, no shower. You had then trudged up to the girls quarters, looking forward to changing into some dry clothes. 

Robin had told you she was doing laundry. 

Fine. It was fine. You had thanked her for taking care of your share, and, still sopping wet, still aching, now with a pounding headache and a stuffy nose, went to the infirmary to see if Chopper had anything for the pain. 

"Nothing ready, I'm sorry!" He had said. "Take a warm shower or bath and change into some dry clothes, and I'll make sure to have it ready by lunchtime!" 

Yup. Great. Thanks Chopper, I look forward to it. 

Gritting your teeth, You step back out of the infirmary and go to the kitchen. Sanji is cooking away, so you try to stay out of his way as you walk to the fridge and put in the passcode, hoping to get a drink. 

Incorrect. 

Okay, maybe you put it in wrong. You tried again. 

Incorrect. 

You're sure you had had it right that time, so you called out to Sanji. 

"Hey, did you change the passcode to the fridge lock?"  

"Hm? Oh, yeah, Luffy figured it out." 

"What's the new one?" 

No answer. 

"Sanji? What's the new passcode?" 

No answer. 

Fine. No drink. Rubbing your temples, you left the kitchen and passed Robin, who was on her way to the library. She told you she'd hang the laundry to dry when the rain stopped. You thanked her again and walked back up the stairs to the observation room, where, upon entering, Zoro turned with weights in hand and accidentally smacked you in the head with one of them with a dizzying amount of force. He called out an apology after you, but by then you had turned around and stumbled down the stairs, falling onto your back in the wet grass in the storm. Headache worsening by the second, it was all you could do to stay conscious, but the icy rain and flashing lightning did well to keep your senses about you. You took a moment there to gather yourself, taking a few deep breaths as you gingerly touched your hand to the lump forming on the side of your head. 

What else could go wrong? You had just thought to yourself, when you had the wind knocked out of you by a foot landing on your solar plexus. Stars in your eyes, gasping for breath, you push yourself to a sitting position to hear Usopp calling out an apology that he hadn't seen you there. 

The deck is not even safe, you thought to yourself. You stand, only to be knocked over by a running Franky, carrying a large barrel of cola. 

It was still storming when you came to. Your head pounding, nauseated, you pushed yourself to your hands and knees, then to standing, wobbling your way back to the girl's quarters. You collapsed on one of the sofas, and your eyes had just slipped back closed when Nami had burst in to complain again, then harped at you about soaking the couch. 

That had all led you to now. 

You're cooped up in the Mini Merry, hugging your knees to the chest. Your hair drips onto your face as you sort through the day so far. It's still storming, and the way the Sunny is swaying is making your stomach churn.

You stay cooped up there until you stop seeing stars, dripping wet, and shivering. Thinking you're safe and alone, you press your forehead into your knees and close your eyes, wanting nothing more than a cold drink, a hot shower, and dry clothes. 

"What are you doing down here? You missed a super breakfast, you know!" Franky steps into view, fixing something in the paneling of the Sunny. You wince when he speaks, your head throbbing with each word. 

"Nothing's happened to me since I came down here," You respond hoarsely. Franky hums, pounding away with a mallet. You decide that the noise is too much and step out of the Mini Merry, hobbling towards the door. 

"Sorry for hitting you with that Cola barrel this morning," he says, putting a few screws in-between his teeth. You laugh dryly, waving him off. 

"That's not the worst thing to ever happen to me, I'll live."

"Oh, Brook told me to tell you he's done in the bath, if I saw you." Franky calls after you. You nod and go back upstairs and outside, hoping you can sneak into the bath without anyone else jumping in front of you. 

The torrential downpour has only gotten worse. You head to the bath, groaning in frustration when Usopp shoots in there before you make it. Well, he's covered in green slime, so you guess that's fair. 

When you walk into the aquarium bar, Sanji, Zoro, and Nami are all there. Nami shoots you a withering look, but you call Sanji's name before she can start. 

He doesn't hear you.

"Sanji! Can you please tell me what the passcode to the fridge is? I really need a drink." 

He's too busy arguing with Zoro. 

You'll just get a glass of water, you decide, and leave the bar to go back to the kitchen. Nami calls out after you that thanks to you, that sofa will probably mold, and buying a new one will definitely come out of your share. You don't answer, not wanting to fight. 

In the safety of the kitchen, you pull a glass out of the cabinet, and you're in the process of filling it when the door opens. Nami and Luffy walk in, Luffy with a big smile on his face. He says your name, grinning widely with a leftover piece of meat from breakfast in his hand. You smile halfheartedly, glancing back over them. 

"We're probably not going to get out of this storm for a while. It's all you can see for miles," Nami snaps. 

You finally snap back, swiveling and throwing the glass of water at her with all your might. She ducks out of the way, looking shocked, and it shatters against the wall behind her. 

"You know what Nami? I'm fucking SORRY I'm not perfect like you!" You yell. Luffy stops smiling, looking between you and his navigator. "I'm fucking sorry I fell asleep, like Zoro doesn't fucking sleep every time HE's on Lookout duty. I'm fucking sorry that I've got your precious couch a little wet, because I'm hurting and fucking exhausted and fucking soaked. I'm fucking sorry that I don't have anything dry to wear because all of MY shit is in the laundry. I'm sooooo fucking sorry that I'm not a perfect pretty little navigator that knows in advance that a huuuuuge fucking storm is on the way, or I obviously would have stayed up aaaaalllll fucking night. I'm fucking sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep! I'm fucking sorry that all I want is a hot shower, but Brook was taking his time washing his hair, and then of course Usopp shoots in after him covered in a thick green slime, I want something for pain because Zoro fucking accidentally slammed his fucking barbell into my fucking head, and Usopp stepped on my chest, and Franky hit me with a cola barrel, but Chopper doesn't have anything ready yet, and I haven't had anything to fucking eat or drink all fucking morning because Luffy figured out the passcode to the fridge and Sanji has been too fucking busy all morning to tell me the fucking new one. So I'm fucking sorry, can you maybe get that fucking stick out of that perfect ass of yours and STOP BITCHING AT ME!" 

You've drawn a crowd, the rest of the crew peeking in the door wide eyed at your outburst. Breathing heavily, you push past all of them, wobbling your way up the stairs and slam the door to the girls washroom behind you. Tears bubble up in you, and you hack out a few sobs, hugging your knees and burying your face in them.

You're in there so long you go from soaked to damp. By the time you've cried yourself out, your head is pounding so bad that you don't think you can stand on your own. 

There's a knock at the door, and it creaks open. You look up past your knees to see your Captain, the plain expression on his face giving nothing away. You bury your face back in your knees, not saying a word as he closes the door behind him and sits across from you.

"Look at me," He says. You peek out between your legs, and he frowns, reaching out to gently feel the lump on the side of your head. You suck air between your teeth, flinching away from his touch. "Zoro got you good, huh? I bet that hurts."

You nod, more tears welling in your eyes. Before you can start to cry, though, you sneeze, and Luffy cracks a smile. 

"You said you didn't have any clothes. Would you like some of mine until yours are dry?" 

You nod, and he holds out his hand to you. You vision doubles when you try to stand, causing you to stumble into him. 

"Getting hit in the head by Zoro is no joke," Luffy says. You nod again, leaning heavily against him. Luffy decides he doesn't have the patience to walk with you and slings you quickly onto his back. You lean your head against his shoulder, clasping your arms around him. He adjusts his hold on your legs and opens the door. 

It's drizzling outside, now, the relentless storm behind the ship. Luffy carries you down to the men's quarters, humming a pleasant sounding song quietly to himself. When you're in the men's quarters, Luffy sets you down on one of the bunks and opens his locker, rummaging through until he finds one his longer sleeved shirts, and a pair of cutoffs. He hands them to you, telling you to let him know when you're done changing. 

"What should I do with my wet clothes?" You ask. He points to the hamper in the corner of the room and closes the door behind him.

You feel a little better in dry clothes. You teeter back to the door, opening it to come face to face with your captain again. 

"Chopper said the medicine is ready if you are," He says. You nod, wrapping your arms around your Captain. He rests a hand on your back, tilting his head thoughtfully. 

"Are you crying again?" 

"I just don't-" You pause. "I don't think I've got what it takes, Luffy. I don't know if being part of your crew is right for me. I'm not good enough."

"Why do you not like yourself so loudly?" He asks, pulling you back to look at you with a hard expression on his face. "You're just as good as the rest of us. Don't let one bad day ruin you."

"If I hadn't fallen asleep-" 

"Everyone does it," He interrupts. "Besides, you're not a lookout, you're my seamstress and my barber. And you're excellent at those. I asked you to join my crew because you're strong, and you're fun to be around, and you're nice!" 

"I wasn't very nice to Nami just now," You blubber. 

"She wasn't very nice to you, either, from what she told me when I asked her what happened. She feels really bad about it." 

"I threw a glass of water at her!" 

"Zoro and Sanji fight all the time. Everyone isn't going to get along all the time, you know. You know how many times I fought with Ace? Did you know that before you joined Usopp tried to leave the crew, and he and I had a really intense battle? He also thought he wasn't good enough, but he's still here. If you let how you feel about yourself control your life, you'll never be able to go on fun adventures. What's your dream?"

"To see the whole world," You whisper. Luffy grins. 

"Let's go get you that medicine from Chopper. Then, I'll see to it myself that you have a better day from now on, Okay?" 

You nod, wiping your eyes. Luffy takes you to the sick bay, where Chopper gets you all sorted, then to the kitchen, where he jovially asks Sanji to make you a pre-lunch snack. By the time you've had something to eat, you're feeling much better. 

"Luffy, you don't have to hang out with me all day," You punctuate your words with a pull of your sewing needle through the shirt you're fixing for him, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. He sits perched on the chair next to you, watching you intently. He shakes his head in response to your words. 

"Nope. The only thing I'm doing today is making sure you're okay." 

You pause. Look at him. Look back at the shirt in your hands.

You laugh. 

"Nobody," You say, pulling the thread tight and tying it off. "Has ever cared enough about me to make sure I have a good day all day. When I melt down like that, I'm used to being called crazy and left to my own devices- usually tucked away in a small space or room- until I've calmed down. I've never had anybody want to stay with me to make sure I'm okay." 

"So that's why you locked yourself in the washroom," Luffy hums, scratching his chin like some sage with his eyes closed. He looks at you, and in very Luffy fashion, it is an intense look. You look right back at him. 

"But," He says your name, with such conviction it makes your heart clench. "Nobody should be left alone when they're hurting like that. It's not right." 

"Just because it isn't right doesn't mean it never happens," You respond softly, ghosts from your past glazing your eyes over for a moment. Luffy shakes his head. 

"I'm going to make sure it never happens to you again, at least." He says stubbornly. You look at him, almost in shock, and wonder how on earth this 19 year old made of rubber is able to magically make you feel like you do deserve everything he's saying.

"Well, if you say so," You respond after a while. Luffy grins, plucking the shirt out of your hands when you hold it out to him. 

"This looks brand new!" He exclaims. "I have the best seamstress in the whole world on my crew!" 

"I don't-" 

"The best," He says again, smiling at you. Yet, the look in his eye is intense. "You are the best, and I wouldn't have it any other way." 

You blush, averting your eyes. Luffy follows you around for the rest of the day, hanging off of you like a sloth as you make your way around the ship. By dinnertime, your bad morning is a distant fading memory. 

And you are so lucky to have a Captain like Luffy to make it that way.

[simplyalicee]

Sleepy Teacher

Miss Circle x GN!Reader

You held your papers to your chest, your heels clicking against the hard, tile floor of the hallway. The gentle sounds of your footsteps filled the silence that swept around you. Various flyers decorated the plain walls that were grey and gloomy. You'd occasionally come across a few drawings here and there from students. But aside from that, the design was simple.

You marked your way to the teacher's lounge, your stomach rumbling for some needed food.

You forgot to pack lunch.

You couldn't help it.

You taught your class as usual. Gave a two to three week unit, hand them a study guide, and test them the next day. It was a lot of papers to grade for a single teacher. You feared falling behind, so you spent hours at night trying to grade what you could. And so far, you've only managed to grade half of what was needed to be done. Not to mention that you also hadn't updated your lesson plans yet.

You took a seat at a table, the room empty. You placed the packets of papers on the desk and rubbed your temple. Your head throbbed with excruciating pain. You felt like crying. But you were a teacher. You signed up for this amount of stress, so you resorted to sucking it up with a sigh. After a minute of collecting your thoughts, you grabbed out your pen and began to grade the papers.

Time felt slow, and you grew more tired by the second. Sleep deprivation overwhelmed you and your thinking process. You spent 20 of the 35 minutes of lunch trying to grade a single packet. Your thought process was slowed down that you hadn't registered someone walking in the room.

"Mx. Y/N?" A soft, Japanese accent filled your ears, and you flinched, nearly dropping your pen. You turned your head around to see Miss Circle standing in the doorway.

"Goodness, you nearly scared me to death," you frowned.

"I called your name twice," her eyes narrowed at you.

"You did?"

"I did."

"But I didn't hear you. And since when did you come in?"

Miss Circle didn't say a word. Her eyes stared into your soul, and you knew right away that she caught on to your habits. This wasn't the first time she's found out about your lack of sleep. And unfortunately, she was not real happy about it. Her footsteps clicked against the floor as she made her way to you.

"How much sleep did you get this time?" She asked with a stern tone. You stared at her with visible confusion. You were zoned out until she had to tap your shoulder to get your attention. You simply tilted your head and stared. Miss Circle scoffed lightly.

"How do you expect to be a good role model when you can't even take proper care of yourself?"

"I do take care of yourself," you retorted.

"Then why are you staying up late?"

You stood silent, unsure of what to say or how to respond. You simply shook your head and went back to trying to grade papers. Miss Circle frowned in disapproval. She sat down next to you and lifted your chin up, turning your head to look at her.

"This isn't good for you, you know that by now. If you keep this up, I'll turn you in to the principle—"

"No, please don't!" You protested.

"But I will with the way you're neglecting your sleep. Papers shouldn't be over your top priority."

You stood silent, the feeling of dread washed over you. You hated how caring she was about you. You could handle a few hours of sleep, you thought. You crossed your arms and turned your head away from Miss Circle. Her fingers lightly tap against the table.

"And I'm assuming you didn't pack your lunch either?" She asked. Your eyes widened, and you stood silent. You felt her eyes glare down at you as your silence was obvious enough. Miss Circle mumbled a few words underneath her breath as she went through her lunch bag and pulled out a container with a sliced sandwich. She handed you the bag in front of you and reached over to take away the papers stacked in front of you. You glanced at her and groaned to yourself.

"You really don't need to," you mumbled.

"Oh, but I insist," she whispered back in a hushed but angry tone. "I'm not giving you a choice. Eat."

You shook your head. "No. Come on, seriously. I really need to grade those papers."

"Absolutely not. These papers can wait. Eat the sandwich, and I'll give them back to you."

You snarled in frustration. You were too tired, so you just slammed your head against the table with your arms folded. Miss Circle stared at you for one moment, her eyes narrowed down at you. After a moment of glaring, her gaze softens. She places the papers down beside her and presses her hand on top of yours.

"Listen, I'm not trying to be mean. I'm just worried about you, okay? This isn't healthy for you. You can get yourself sick, you know."

"I know," you sighed. "But it's almost summer break. I can't slack off. The students are stressed enough as it is."

"And so are you. They're not the only ones dealing with stress," she reassured.

"..I'm so tired," you whispered, your vision getting blurry.

"I know you are,"

Miss Circle was about to continue her sentence. But you lifted your head up from the desk, leaned in, and leaned your head against her shoulder. You were tired to notice, but Miss Circle froze with shock and felt her face flush. She stood still and allowed you to lean against her, unsure of what to do. Finally, she wraps her arm around you and holds you close to her.

"Uhm, Y/N?" She gently called out. Nothing. She tilted her head, only to see that your eyes were closed. You fell asleep on her. Miss Circle was flustered, but she held you close. Using her foot, she pulled your chair closer and made you lean on her. You looked so peaceful. Your breathing was steady. You felt at peace. Miss Circle couldn't help but feel her heart swell with adoration.

This was okay. Next hour was her planning period anyway. She didn't mind this, not one bit. Miss Circle kept you close, her fingers gently trailing against your skin that left goosebumps in their wake.

"I suppose a few minutes wouldn't hurt," she whispered, her lips curling into a smile the longer her gaze stayed at yours. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

How sweet. ♡

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I wrote this at 11 pm. It's not the greatest, but I hope this is well for you. ♡

[lia-linny]

summary: Minho comes home to his excited bunny hybrit girlfriend.

words: 0,9k

genre: fluff, hybrit au

Minho hung his keys with the cute charms yn had made for him on the pretty key board in the entrance area of the small apartment they shared. Practice had taken longer than he had expected and Minho just wanted to fall into bed.

Thanks to her sensitive ears, the jingling of the keys and the faint sounds from the doorway immediately told yn that her Minho was home. She jumped up enthusiastically and rushed down the small staircase that connected the two floors.

Minho noticed a smile creep onto his face as he watched his bunny rush to him, eager to greet him after a long day.

"Minho!" yn shouted excitedly and threw herself into his arms. He slowly stoke her fluffy had.

Shortly afterwards, she broke away again to proudly tell him what she had been doing all day. The dancer watched with a smile as her foot tapped excitedly on the floor and her ears twitched slightly. While he listened attentively to his bunny rambling on about her day, he ran into the kitchen. On the way, he stowed his backpack in its rightful place and made a detour to the sink to wash his hands. yn who was still talking, sat down on one of the stools placed in the kitchen. After carefully drying his hands on the tea towel, Minho walked over to Yn and squatted down in front of her so that he could look her straight in the eye. Yn's brables came to a standstill and she looked at her partner with wide curious eyes.

"Are you hungry my bunny?" minho asked calmly, providing a stark contrast to the agitated and restless yn. She nodded and stroked her long, floppy ears in embarrassment. Even when she was with him, his calm and determined manner sometimes made her nervous. But on the other hand, he was exactly the calming influence she needed and loved.

Yn gave her lover a quick cheeky kiss on the mouth, which threw Minho slightly off course and made the bunny hybrid giggle. however, he quickly regained his composure and began chopping vegetables for dinner. Yn sat in silence and quietly watched her boyfriend as he whirled around the kitchen as if he had never done anything else.

Yn was in a kind of trance, caught up in the light movements her boyfriend was making, until suddenly her loud stomach growls could be heard in the kitchen. The couple giggled in response and yn's cheeks turned pink as she hid behind her ears, embarrassed. Minho came to her with a smile, gently stroked her hair and carefully moved her ears away from her face. He caressed her cheek with his thumb. The little rabbit cuddled into his touch and obediently opened his mouth when Minho shoved a carrot into her mouth.

"Eat this until the food is ready bunny." he said and then went back to cooking. Minho couldn't help but notice that his bunny was absolutely adoreble as she began to carefully munch and nibble on her carrot. He loved his sweet little hybit more than anything.

In less than 15 minutes, the two of them had plates of food prepared by minho in front of them and were eating in comfortable silence. When yn had finished eating, she rubbed her now full belly and minho had to chuckle. How could his girlfriend be so cute? The little bunny jumped up and began to pick up the used dishes from the table and take them to the kitchen, but she was interrupted by minho, who carefully took the plates from her only to receive a pouty look from yn.

"Let me carry the plates to the kitchen." She pouted and minho had to smile.

"I'll do it princess."

"But I want to help you min..." she complained.

"It's all right, little one. How about you sit on the sofa and pick a movie for tonight while I clean up the kitchen?" Yn's eyes began to shine

"I get to choose the movie?!" she asked excitedly, jumping around as minho said affirmatively. yn immediately dashed to the sofa, threw the coziest blanket over her and curled up with the said blanket to make a little nest. She reached for the remote control and searched through the various shows and movies until she found a movie she wanted to watch with her boyfriend.

She waited patiently until he had finished washing up and cleaning in the kitchen and she could finally start the movie. Minho snuggled up to yn in her self-made blanket nest and the bunny snuggled up to her familiar body. She closed her eyes with pleasure as he began to nuzzle her ear tenderly.

"My sweet bunny." he whispered into her hair and wondered what he had done to deserve her.

[ariascoven]

⟡ PLAYING DANGEROUS

PAIRING : officer!alice wu-gulliver x reader

CONTENT / WARNINGS : established relationship. female reader. petnames (princess, angel, baby, sweetheart & love). porn without plot. top!alice. use of strap-on. pussy spanking. choking. praising. degradation and name-calling (whore & fuck toy). biting, marking and blood. orgasm denial. hair pulling.

WORD COUNT : 1.9k

A/N : what is it about a woman in uniform that makes me wanna bark? anyway, i do not apologize for anything! i want this woman to do things to me that would get me burnt at the stake 🫡 this was supposed to be posted way earlier but i kept being interrupted while writing and when i was finally done i decided to add an extra scene and make it longer (you're welcome).

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Alice’s name came out of your mouth as a filthy moan while you brought your hand to her hair and pulled on her ponytail harshly. The action pulled a deep groan from her, and the sound made you throb. The rough grip she had on you bruised the sensitive flesh of your hips and made you whine — wether it was due to the pain, the pleasure, or both, you weren't sure. She ducked her head down and licked a thick stripe up your neck as she relentlessly pounded into you, squelching sounds filling the otherwise quiet living room. Your legs, wrapped around Alice’s waist to keep her close, trembled. Eyes fluttered shut and inner walls clenched around the thickness of the strap moving in and out of you. You looked up at the sight hovering above you through half lidded eyes. It felt heavenly and sinful all at once seeing your girlfriend's eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration and sweat dripping down her forehead from the effort of fucking you. You couldn't get enough of it.

The delicious sounds she made with each thrust somehow increased the wetness between your thighs, a light blush dusting your cheeks. No matter how many times you have sex, shyness will always wash over you at how embarrassingly soaked you get for her. However, Alice loved it more than anything. She grinned smugly at the needy whimpers escaping from your lips, hand reaching down between your bodies to rub your clit harshly, making you squeal. The dual stimulation made you see stars. Your hands released her ponytail and reached for the front of her police uniform — she came home in the middle of her shift after you sent her a picture that definitely should not be opened in public, especially at work. Your brain barely had any time to register the fact she was home before she pushed you down onto the couch and straddled you. “I can't believe you went to the station wearing—” Your words were cut off by a high pitched cry when a harsh slap landed on your sensitive cunt.

“Wearing the strap?” She panted with a raised brow, the sound of another slap falling upon your core echoing across the living room. “Well, I planned to surprise my girlfriend when I came home tonight,” her fingers wrapped around your throat and squeezed it. “But an unexpected change of plans happened.” You let out a depraved, filthy moan as she choked you, tipping your head back to allow her further access. “You’re nothing but a whore, aren't you?” Her voice is sultry, slightly breathless, and the degrading words made you clench around her. A part of you wished she could feel it — feel the effect she has on you, all of it. “You just love when I choke you, hm? Love when I spank this pretty pussy,” you proved her point when your eyes rolled back into your head when she gave you another slap. “Love when I fuck you hard, don't you, princess?” You were completely cock-drunk, unable to form any coherent thoughts. She hummed in approval when you nodded in agreement, so weak you barely moved. “Such a perfect fuck toy. You're doing so well for me, angel.”

The mix of degradation and praise that dripped from her lips drove you insane every single time, you loved it more than words could describe. The grip of your legs around her waist tightened as your hands shifted to her back. She groaned, feeling the way your hands slid down, scratching her. The fabric of her shirt was no obstacle for your long nails, which left a crimson trail behind. She loved it when you marked her, but she loved marking you even more. Your heart thumped against your chest as you noticed the look in her eyes — you’ve seen it multiple times. Pure possessiveness. You knew what was going through her head even without any words being exchanged. “Alice, please…” you begged her, voice restrained as you found it difficult to speak with her hand around your neck so tightly. She raised an eyebrow as she waited for you to complete your sentence, but the grin on her face told you she knew exactly what you wanted, she just wanted to hear you say it. “Bite me.”

You let out a sigh when she released the grip on your neck, shivers running down your spine when her fingertips trailed along the red finger marks on the sensitive skin, her breath fanning across your face as she leaned down. “You look so gorgeous like this, baby,” she kissed you tenderly, a wild contrast from the way her cock drove into you and seemingly stole your breath with each hard thrust. “Marked up, all mine.” She muttered against your lips as she broke the kiss. Her eyes scanned you as if memorizing your features — the blissful and needy expression on your face. She started nipping on your neck, hands still squeezing the curve of your hips painfully. Your eyes snapped shut, mouth falling open in a silent moan when she sank her teeth into you. The whole situation made you feel dizzy and weak; the moans you let out were a sign you were getting close. “You don't get to cum yet, love.” You opened your mouth in a failed attempt to protest, but the words caught in your throat the moment she bit down on you even harder — so hard you felt blood dripping down your neck and making your head spin.

“God, every little part of you tastes like heaven,” she groaned, licking the droplets of blood that fell from the wound she made. “Even your blood.” You never expected to like pain this much, but something about Alice made you crave it. You craved her hands on you, roughly grabbing and squeezing in all the right places. It was like a drug, and you were addicted. Knuckles turned white due to the force you held onto her shirt with, body undulating as you neared the edge. You wanted to cum — desperately needed to cum. And here come the tears, prickling in the corner of your eyes at the feeling of Alice being so deep inside you, hitting that sensitive spot over and over again at the same time she licked the teeth marks on your neck to soothe the pain just to attack the sensitive, sore flesh once more. She kept going and going until she felt satisfied with her work, pulling back with a proud grin on her face to stare at the masterpiece she made — your neck was a red mess, courtesy of her mouth and your own blood, decorated with teeth marks and hickeys. When she noticed the tears streaming down your face, her expression softened ever-so-slightly.

“You wanna cum, sweetheart?” Her voice softened as she asked the question, bringing a hand to wipe your tears away. You continued crying in frustration as you nodded frantically, a pathetic sob coming out of you. “Soon.” You whimpered in frustration at how she denied your pleasure and pulled out of you. “On your fours for me, princess.” With shaky hands, you turned over, struggling a bit to get on your fours on top of the small couch. Alice held onto your hips once more, pulling you close. The way she slowly dragged her cock along your slit and tapped it against your swollen clit elicited a loud moan from you as you pushed back against her. She was teasing you, fingers sliding through your soaked folds and gathering your wetness. Your mouth opened almost on its own when she tapped her fingers against your bottom lip. “Good girl.” She praised, breathing out as you wrapped your lips around her digits. You groaned when you tasted yourself, tongue swirling around her. A whine fell from your lips as she pulled away with a satisfying pop, a pout forming on your lips. She chuckled, giving your ass a light squeeze. “You're a baby.”

Before you could even contemplate clapping back with a snarky response, she was inside you again, and somehow even faster than before. You held onto the couch for dear life, your body swayed with every thrust. “God, yes…” you slurred out, your ass earning another light squeeze. Your knees were struggling to hold you up, your body weakening more and more within every second that passed. You knew you wouldn't last long, even if you tried. When you peeked over your shoulder, a pout formed on your face at the sight you were greeted with — Alice, with that devilish grin of hers. She knew she was driving you crazy, and she enjoyed every second of your torture. She enjoyed watching you get all pathetic for her. You turned your head again, squealing in surprise when she grabbed your hair and pulled your head back. “Don't look away from me, baby. Watch me while I fuck you.” Your apology came out as a whisper, a groan escaping your lips when she released you. You turned your head and your gaze met hers. God, she did look amazing while she fucked you. Your eyes darted down to her uniform, something about it just made you incredibly hot. You bit your lip and she cocked her head to the side, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you like my uniform so much, hm?” You look back at her. “Or, what? You thought I wouldn't notice?”

How could she tease you at a moment like this? It drove you insane — in the good way and the bad way all at once. Your eyes rolled back in response to a particularly deep thrust. You tried to speak, but only incoherent blabber left your lips. “Now, cum for me, angel. Cum all over my cock.” Her voice took on a breathy tone as her hips stuttered. She leaned forward, her chest glued against your back. She rubbed her nose against your cheek in an affectionate gesture as she stopped squeezing your hips and started rubbing them instead, urging you on. A moan bordering on pornographic escaped deep within your chest as she gave you permission. A sinful chain of ‘Alice’s and ‘fuck’s left your mouth as your vision turned white, body convulsing as you rode the waves of pleasure that washed over you. She peppered soft, gentle kisses all over your face, tear-stained and flushed, as she fucked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. “Good girl. You take my cock so well.” She praised as she slowed down the pace. You looked so fucked-out, she loved it.

It was only when you let out an exhale of relief that she stopped moving. However, she kept the cock buried inside you as she refused to pull out just yet; she enjoyed the closeness too much, the intimacy of the moment made her stomach flutter. “You’re… a fucking tease,” you gasped out, giving her a tired smile as your body slumped down onto the couch, completely spent. “And mean.” She carefully pulled out and turned you around to lay on your back. She leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips while her fingers caressed your hair. You let out a weak giggle. Alice did too. You enjoyed the sound of each other’s laughter as you rubbed your noses together, the sweet gesture being almost a post-sex ritual for you two. “I'm not mean.” She defended herself softly, kissing the tip of your nose before pulling herself off you. “But I gotta get back to work now.” You gave her a look and she shook her head with a chuckle.

“Don't worry, I'll have you on your knees all pretty for me when I come back tonight, love.”

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Hello! I don't know if requests are open, I'm sorry, but I have a request 🥹 You can ignore it if you want!

Imagine the reader dyeing her hair, and Logan doesn't really understand the concept, but thinks she looks really pretty, and then she asks him to dye the back part where she can't see 😭❤️‍🩹 just cute and loving

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Logan always loved your hair. He thought you always had it so pretty, even when you just woke up and it was all over the place. He loved whatever shampoo you used it always made it so soft and smelt sweet. You changed your hair often and it always turned out amazing, Logan just assumed that you went to the salon to get your hair done, he knew that you did your nails at home you said it was too expensive to go out and get them done professionally so you just did it at the house. He hated the smell of the polish, but he did love seeing you having pretty nails, so he put up with it and sometimes he even helped paint your right hand. However, he had just assumed you got your hair done professionally, he never saw you do your hair at the house at it just looked too well done for an amateur.

He has been getting upset with you lately, and he didn't know how to tell you.

He always wanted to be the one who took care of you. He wanted to provide for you, no matter the cost or what it was. He just wanted you to have whatever you wanted in life, but you kept denying his offers to get your hair done. He was about to just make an appointment at some random salon and drive you there for it so you would stop arguing with him over dumb stuff like money.

.

.

He just got off work and was walking into the house, ready to not back down from the fight he knew was coming, but as he was walking into the house, a strong smell overwhelmed his senses. He groaned and scrunched up his nose "the fuck is that smell??"

You nearly jumped out of your skin hearing Logan so soon. "Logan! You weren't supposed to be home for another hour!" You rushed back to the bathroom to try and clean up some of the hair product you've been using and to open the window to air out the room as best as you could.

"What is that smell?" Logan asked again, still not knowing what he was smelling. You cringed slightly and turned to him with the bowl of hair dye in your hands. "I was doing my hair, just a touch-up, but I-I thought you weren't going to be home for a while, so I thought I'd have time to air the house out. I know you're sensitive to smells and just assumed that the dye would be too strong for you."

Logan felt his heart swell slightly, hearing that you took his enhanced smell into consideration. "Do...do you need help?" He asked sort of bashfully. He took the bowl from your hand gently and mixed the dye with the brush. He cringed slightly from the smell, but he was ready to push through it to help you.

"Could you get the back for me? I don't think I got all of it" you turned around and showed him the back of your head and he bit back a laugh when he saw you missed a section of hair.

"Yeah, I got it, baby." he just told himself that he was painting... sort of? He really didn't know what he was doing, but he didn't want to mess up, so he just really lathered the dye on your hair and tried to not get it all over your skin. When he was done, he set the bowl down and tapped your shoulders, "Okay, I think I'm done now what?" You explained that you needed to set a timer and that you'd wash it out after it goes off. He nods and sets the timer for you.

He likes to think he is a patient man after living all of his years, but those 30 minutes felt like 30 years. Once the timer finally went off, he helped you wash your hair and watched as you dried and styled it. He was always excited to see how you ended up doing your hair but this time he was even more excited to see how it turned out and once you showed him how it turned out he couldn't help but feel pride knowing he was the one who helped you.

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The loser vi did something to me im gen having service top vi brain rot could you do anything w her being a stuttering mess in classes and then like being such a obedient top at home please 💞

Impending Silence (2)

Contains smut, fingering, eating out

you woke up from your deep slumber and turned to your right expecting to see vi there but you didn't, instead you were met with the cold side of the bed. sighing and yawning you got up and looked over to the bathroom where vi was washing her face already.

you both had hooked up after the little date at the café, "geez, you got up so early." you said looking at the little alarm clock on your bedside table.

"not too early, just 'bout right," vi dried her face with a towel, already getting cozy in your house. it made you grin stupidly.

she looked sleepy and her voice sounded a little groggy, "hmm," she hummed as she crawled back in bed to pull you onto your ass. "cant we just skip school for one day?" you whined uncharacteristically.

"you can't say shit like that when you're the president," vi picked you up bridal style and helped you into the bathroom so you could freshen up which you both did and then dressed up for school.

the moment you both reached school, you both were away for a while because you had some work to take care off, mainly just ensuring all the test papers were present in the stacks of papers before the respective teachers took their subject papers with themselves to the staff room.

the first class was physics, you saw vi walk in with her some of her team members and some friends. the moment they saw you, they turned to vi, "did you ask her out?"

"y-yeah, u-um-," vi stuttered, how was she supposed to tell them she asked you out in the locker room after you had given her head. vi swallowed nervously before pointing to one of the backbenches, "cmon let's go get seats first...!"

you laughed to yourself before you sat down at the first. the teacher had given the class some worksheets to complete and you were calculating some complex pendulum physics questions when you could hear from the back that vi's friends were still trying to pry and know what actually went through when she asked you out.

"where did you ask her out? you were with us during class, lunch break and all the time during the game," one guy said.

"i-i-it was l-like- phone! over the phone..." vi clutched a pencil in hand, scribbling at the corner of her paper nervously, "let's-lets do the paper, look it looks so complex, momentum and-and-"

"vi, you did go out with her didn't you?" another guy pressed, suspiciously, "you're acting weird."

"of course, we went to a cafe together last night," vi replied indignantly showing the guy a picture of the both of you from your date last night, using her phone under the desk

"miss violet," the professor called, "everything okay back there?"

"yes professor..." vi said sheepishly, averting her gaze to the paper.

a while later, the guy piped up again, "how did she get your number?"

"m-m-my number?" vi glanced at him, palm sweating around her pencil.

"yeah you said she called you?"

"i-i gave it to her before, wh-when i... i gave her a flower to ask her to be my valentine in the locker- in her locker, I mean... you-you get the gist." vi mumbled back to him trying to busy herself with the physics questions.

vi let out a deep sigh as the bell rung and she got up. she approached you, watching as you packed your things away efficiently, already completely done with the worksheet. you noticed the way she stared at your answers and handed it out, "copy it and return by lunch time."

"copy? o-oh, yeah, sorry," vi stuttered taking the paper, "i mean, thanks."

"vi, your face is all red." you giggled at the sight, as you both walked out of class together.

"couldn't exactly tell all the guys that we were fucking like rabbits in the locker room and as aftercare I asked you out to the café," vi scoffed, arms crossing above her chest.

"mhm, I guess so," you said before suddenly placing a strangely comforting hand on her shoulder, "come back to myself tonight after class and i can help you... release some of the tension."

vi blinked in confusion as she watched you walk away to the classroom to put some notices up. she smiled to herself, following her friends and catching up with them, chattering and walking.

the sun was setting when vi arrived at your doorstep, the door opened and you were standing there, dressing in a mahogany lingerie. "hey, baby," you grinned, letting your hair cascade down, pulling the hairtie out of the high ponytail.

vi's mouth was agape for a while before she crashed her scarred lips against yours shutting the door behind herself as she kissed you with a primal hunger.

"i want you to do exactly as i say now."

"mhm, yes," vi breathed out, watching as you undressed her.

"pick me up," vi obliged, strong arms encircling your figure as she picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bedroom. "now i want you to make love to me. don't rush, just be patient."

vi nodded, "patient." she repeated.

vi leaned in, fingers squeezing and grasping at your skin as she undid the bra and pulled down the panties off your body, admiring your curves, "you're so beautiful," she whispered in a breathy tone.

"fuck me, baby," you whispered and she nodded, sucking two digits before she slowly let them sink into your heat, wetness making a little squelching sounds that made her stomach do flips knowing she made that sound.

"oh, that's good. keep going, baby."

her fingers eased in and out as a series of absolutely filthy moans left your throat, lips red from biting, vi leaned in, kissing you and swallowing down your gasps and moans.

her thumb found your clit, pressing the nub before rubbing it as she fingered you, your hand went up and pulled at her nipples making her moan too, head thrown back fingers still thrusting. she curled her fingers against a certian spot that made your hips buck up, squirting on her fingers.

"vi... need more."

vi smiled down at the sight of you so vulnerable but she still knew deep inside if you told her to do something she'd still oblige either way, it was as if you were the only person she'd listen to and obey. you were different.

"eat it." your fingers spread your folds to give her better access to your hole and vi didn't waste a second. she grabbed the underside of both your thighs and delved her tongue inside.

"youre doing amazing." you praised with a gasp

her eyes were closed as she lovingly lapped at your juices and sucked hard on your swollen clitoris, taking the time to flick her tongue over the tiny red bud a few times before resuming to tongue-fuck your hole.

you clenched around the feeling of her tongue inside you, gasping as she pressed a kiss to your pussy, whining and arching your back to get more of her but it was when she but your clit that you screamed in pleasure. your thighs trembled, cumming on her tongue.

vi smiled and looked up, "next time we should really use toys."

"you have any?" you asked as you caught your breath, chest heaving up and down.

"back at home, yeah," she grinned a little, wiping her face off your slick, "will bring them next time."