#he comes to every race with a smile and a great attitude

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take a chance with me - yjw

pairing: school president!jungwon x club president!reader genre: secret dating, highschool, jungwon is jealous with club vice president!sunghoon, FLUFF!! en-drama typa jungwon word count: 2.3k summary: jungwon and you knew it's for the best that you keep your relationship hidden for now, however, things have been hard for jungwon ever since the whole campus started thinking that sunghoon and you make a great pair.

His laugh you'd die for, his laugh you'd die for The kind that colors the sky...

every first monday of the month brought a unique buzz to the broadcasting club. it wasn’t just about club projects or the regular announcements—there was something else in the air, something that made your heart race a little faster. it was the day jungwon, the school body president, would step through the door for his monthly broadcast. to everyone else, it was just routine—an official duty where the admired campus figure would deliver school updates. but to you, it was more than that. it was the one time you could be near him without arousing suspicion.

you, the disciplined and respected president of the broadcasting club, known for your flawless grades and no-nonsense attitude, and jungwon, the school’s golden boy, adored by every girl who passed him in the hallway. on the surface, you were nothing more than polite acquaintances—just two student leaders crossing paths for official business. but beneath that carefully crafted facade, there was so much more that the rest of the school didn’t know.

today, like clockwork, you heard that familiar knock at the door. straightening up, you cleared your throat, trying to act as composed as ever.

“come in,” you called out, keeping your voice steady.

jungwon stepped inside, and the usual chatter of the club quieted down. he smiled politely, his gaze quickly scanning the room until it landed on you. but as usual, you pretended not to notice, staying focused on the papers in front of you.

“here’s the announcement script,” you said, handing it to him without so much as a second glance. your heart pounded, but you maintained your distant, professional facade.

as he took the script from you, his fingers brushed yours—just for a second—and it sent a wave of warmth rushing through you. he didn’t meet your eyes, but you knew what that touch meant. behind the polite smile he wore in front of your club members, there was something more. and you wanted to believe no one noticed the way his fingers lingered, even if just for a heartbeat.

sunghoon, your vice president, leaned back in his chair, completely unaware of the tension. “i’ll review the schedule with y/n before we finalize it. right, president?” he asked, smiling at you like always.

“right,” you replied, forcing a smile back, though your mind was elsewhere. you caught jungwon’s jaw clench slightly, something only you could notice. he had heard the rumors—the whispers around school that you and sunghoon looked like the “perfect couple.” people shipped you two together, even though sunghoon was just a good friend who had no interest in relationships. jungwon never mentioned it, but you could tell it bothered him more than he let on.

as jungwon left the room, a small part of you wondered if that would be your last interaction for the day, but you knew better.

to everyone else, it was official business as usual: the president visiting the broadcasting club to announce the school’s plans and upcoming events. but to you and jungwon, there was an unspoken connection woven into these formalities, hidden beneath the surface of your perfectly poised exteriors. and then there was sunghoon—your broadcasting club’s vice president—always by your side, unaware of the subtle, electric tension that hung between you and jungwon during these monthly meetings.

today, as you navigated the bustling hallways of your school, you could feel eyes on you. it wasn’t unusual; as the strict, organized, and admired president of the broadcasting club, people often looked up to you. but the whispers and glances lately were different, especially when sunghoon walked beside you.

“they look so good together.”

“i swear, they must be secretly dating.”

“she’s always with him. it’s just like one of those romance novels.”

you heard the whispers and pretended not to care. you and sunghoon had always been close friends, working seamlessly together, and despite what people said, you knew there was nothing romantic between you. but there was someone else who wasn’t as indifferent to those rumors.

as you entered your classroom later that morning, your gaze drifted down the hallway, half-expecting to see jungwon pass by on his way to class. your heart skipped a beat when you spotted him. he walked with that calm, composed air, surrounded by a group of his friends. the girls nearby were in full swoon mode, whispering excitedly the moment he appeared. jungwon was the definition of the campus crush—handsome, charming, and utterly out of reach for most.

you quickly looked down, busying yourself with your notes. jungwon couldn’t approach you, not here, not with so many eyes on him. but as his footsteps drew nearer, you froze. was he really coming over? the air around you tensed, your fingers tightening around your pen. please don’t. not in front of everyone…

and then, he walked straight toward your desk—but not to you. instead, he leaned over to your classmate, the one seated directly in front of you.

“hey,” jungwon said casually, flashing that easygoing smile that made every girl’s heart flutter. “can i borrow that biology book you mentioned last week?”

your heart sank and surged all at once. he wasn’t here for you—but then again, maybe he was. his left hand rested on your desk as he spoke to your classmate, his fingers so close you could feel the warmth radiating from them. you glanced down, glaring at his hand as though it had betrayed you. did he really have to lean on your desk?

your classmate handed him the book, completely oblivious to the silent turmoil you were in. jungwon didn’t look at you, but you could sense the faintest hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

“thanks,” he said smoothly, turning to leave. but before he walked away, his hand brushed over your desk once more, as if to remove something he’d forgotten. you glanced down after he left and saw it—wrapped candy with a crumpled note tucked beneath.

your fingers trembled as you carefully unfolded the note, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. the message inside was simple, but it made your heart race:

“hi gorgeous, i miss u :( just want to tell you how much i want to hold your hand right now. CU l8r <3”

a smile tugged at your lips despite your best efforts to remain composed. you crumpled the note back into your palm, hiding it away before anyone noticed. that brief interaction had felt like an eternity, and your heart still raced from the near disaster of him actually talking to you. but now, all you could think about was the note, and the secret rendezvous waiting after school.

the day crawled by, and soon enough, the afternoon bell signaled the time for jungwon’s monthly broadcast. the familiar hum of equipment filled the broadcasting room as you and sunghoon prepared for the transmission. you kept things professional as always, though you could sense the mounting tension.

when jungwon arrived, the atmosphere shifted instantly. his usual calm demeanor was in place, but you saw the slight flicker in his eyes when he glanced at you standing next to sunghoon. it was subtle—just a brief tightening of his jaw, a flicker of something unspoken—but you knew what it meant.

you handed him the microphone, nodding as you spoke in your most official voice. “the floor is yours, president.”

“thank you,” jungwon replied, taking the mic with practiced ease.

as jungwon spoke into the mic, laying out the plans for the month, you kept your eyes on the monitor, pretending to focus on the broadcast. his voice was smooth and steady, but you couldn’t ignore the way it made your heart skip.

“...and as we move into the second semester, we look forward to increased collaboration between our students and the research institute,” jungwon announced, his voice echoing through every classroom.

you felt a tug, something beyond the words, and against your better judgment, you glanced at him. to your surprise, he was already looking at you. just for a second, his eyes held yours before he turned back to the camera. it was quick—barely noticeable—but it sent a flutter through your chest.

in that tiny moment, you knew. even with the whole school listening, it felt like the words were just for you.

meanwhile, sunghoon remained oblivious, casually checking the sound levels as jungwon spoke. he leaned back in his chair, totally unaware of the silent storm brewing between you and jungwon.

the broadcast ended without a hitch, and jungwon handed the mic back to you. “good job,” you said, keeping your voice professional.

“thanks,” jungwon replied. he was all business now, but as he walked past you toward the door, his fingers brushed your hand, a fleeting touch meant only for you.

sunghoon, who was packing up the equipment, didn’t notice a thing. you wished you could feel the same ease, but every time sunghoon stood close to you, or when he smiled too casually, you felt the weight of jungwon’s gaze, the jealousy simmering beneath his calm surface.

after school, you took your usual route, heading in the opposite direction from jungwon as always. the two of you were careful—no one could suspect that the broadcasting club president and the school body president were secretly dating. but as you turned down the familiar alleyway behind the school, there he was, leaning against the brick wall, waiting for you with that familiar mischievous smile. the moment your eyes met, you felt the weight of the day melt away.

“hey,” he said softly, his voice no longer the cool, composed tone of the school president, but warm and affectionate—just for you.

“hey,” you replied, your smile growing as you walked toward him.

without saying a word, he slipped your backpack off your shoulders and pulled you into his arms, his fingers intertwining with yours like it was the most natural thing in the world. in that moment, the tension of the day—the whispers, the teasing, the rumors—melted away. everything faded the instant you were alone with him, the world outside forgotten.

“you have no idea how hard it was to keep a straight face during that broadcast,” he murmured against your hair. “standing there, talking to the entire school, while you were right there next to sunghoon.”

you smiled into his chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace. “sunghoon? really? you know he doesn’t care about the rumors. he’s just doing his job.”

jungwon sighed, resting his chin on your head. “i know. but still… i hate that people keep pairing you two together.”

“i don’t care what they think,” you replied softly. “i only care about you.”

jungwon smiled down at you, his eyes filled with affection as he laced his fingers through yours. “i know. and that’s all that matters.” he gently tugged you closer, his forehead resting against yours. “but sometimes i wish i could just—”

“just what?” you teased, smiling at how cute he looked when he was flustered.

he hesitated for a moment, before breaking into a mischievous grin. “sometimes i just want to make it obvious to everyone that you’re mine. forget all the secrecy.”

you laughed softly, your heart fluttering at his words. “we can’t, remember? the school would lose its mind.”

jungwon groaned, his hand tightening around yours. “i know. but i miss you so much during the day. all those girls swooning over me in the hallway… it’s hard not to tell them i’m already taken.”

“well,” you said, leaning in closer, your lips brushing his cheek, “you don’t have to worry. i’m the only one who gets to hold your hand after school.”

he chuckled softly, squeezing your hand. “and i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“i missed you,” jungwon murmured softly, his thumb gently brushing against your hand. “it felt like forever since i last saw you.”

his voice, low and tender, sent a warmth through you that rivaled the sunlight, and you couldn’t help but smile at how much those simple words made your heart flutter.

you laughed softly, squeezing his hand. “you saw me at lunch. in fact, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

he smirked, clearly proud of himself. “what? borrowing a book from your classmate isn’t allowed anymore?” he teased, though his eyes sparkled with something more.

“you know exactly what you were doing,” you shot back, playfully nudging him. “leaving a note like that? what if someone had seen it?”

“no one did,” jungwon replied smoothly, pulling you closer to him. “besides, i like the thrill of almost getting caught.”

you rolled your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips was impossible to hide. “you’re impossible.”

“but you love me anyway,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. there was a gentleness in his voice, one that only came out when it was just the two of you.

you leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder as the world around you grew quieter. in the dim light of the alley, away from prying eyes, the two of you could finally be yourselves—no rumors, no pretenses. just you and jungwon, hand in hand, hearts racing in sync.

“i do,” you whispered, closing your eyes as you let yourself sink into the comfort of his presence. “i love you.”

the words felt like a promise, a secret meant only for the two of you. and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

[pickingupmymercedes]

Kiss me - Lewis Hamilton (NSFW)

Part of 1K Jukebox Event

song: Kiss me - Cassie

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

genre: smut (it's a cute one though)

wordcount: +4k (got carried away, ops)

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EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER THE CUT, -18 DO NOT INTERACT

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“Looking all sweet, but let’s be real, he’s the type to f** Y/n so hard she’s left feeling her cervix as a souvenir of their night.”

His fans had always been in fine form, but after those pics were released from his event? Oh, they were in rare form.

One tweet caught my eye, and I had to bite my lip to keep from cackling out loud. There he was, looking like an angel on earth, his smile all soft and innocent—yet the caption was nothing short of outrageous.

I nearly snorted, and, of course, it got his attention.

“Something funny?” Lewis asked, his gaze shifting over, already curious.

He looked so blissfully unaware of the chaotic energy his fans had just injected into my life. “What’re you reading?”

“Oh, nothing. Just, you know, your fans thirsting” I said, holding my phone up so he could see. His eyebrows lifted slightly as he read, and when he got to the cervix part, that smirk I knew all too well spread across his face.

Great. Here it comes.

“They’re not exactly wrong” he said with that smooth, I’m-definitely-trouble smile. “Didn’t you just say a few days ago that your gyno might get worried one day?”

My eyes practically rolled back. “I cannot believe you’re bringing that up.”

He shrugged, unbothered, stretching his arm across the back of the couch, his fingers grazing my shoulder. “Why? Because it’s true?”

I tried to brush it off, laughing, but I realized his fingers were already on my jaw, gently tilting my face up to his. I gave him a mock-innocent look, like I wasn’t just laughing at his, exceptionally creative fans.

“I’m just saying, they’re funny. Doesn’t mean I actually think it’s accurate.”

“Uh-huh.” He leaned in close, his eyes locked on mine, dark and serious. “You sure about that?”

God, his gaze was enough to make my stomach flip. But I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of that.

“Well…” I trailed off, clearing my throat as casually as I could manage.

Big mistake. Because in a flash, I saw that competitive spark in his eyes, the one that always meant I was about to lose any game I tried to start with him.

“Oh, is that a challenge?” he asked, voice dropping into that deep, rumbling tone that never failed to get my pulse racing.

“Only if you’re up for it” I shot back, praying he couldn’t tell I was already half a goner from just that look.

He chuckled, low and smooth, and that was all the warning I got before his mouth was on mine, shutting me up mid-sentence. His lips moving with just the right amount of heat that my snarky attitude was gone.

I forgot the stupid tweet, the fans, the whole internet, because now there was only the feeling of his hands on my neck, his chest pressed against mine.

When he finally pulled back, I could barely breathe, and he had the nerve to smirk at me. “Still think they’re exaggerating?” he murmured, his fingers tracing along my jaw.

I wanted to come up with some snappy reply, some sarcastic retort, but I could barely think straight with him this close. All I managed was a slightly shaky, “Maybe a little.”

“Guess I’ll have to remind you thoroughly, then.” He grinned, and before I knew it, he had scooped me up from the couch like I weighed nothing, carrying me down the hall to our bedroom.

One kiss after another, he was laying down a trail of heat I couldn’t even pretend to resist, my hands already tugging at his shirt, which somehow found its way to the floor.

Okay, fine I thought, somewhere in the haze of it all. Maybe the fans do have a point.

I barely had a second to catch my breath before he was on me again. And I mean on me.

I was melting into the bed, feeling the weight of him, the warmth, like every nerve in my body was suddenly awake and waiting. He brushed my hair away from my face, his eyes tracing over me like he was memorizing every detail.

How on earth did I get this lucky?

And, of course, Lewis wasn’t exactly making it easy for any train of thought to be coherent.

He lifted the hem of my shirt slowly, so slowly that I almost wanted to roll my eyes.

Tease. But the moment his lips touched my stomach, any trace of sass in me just evaporated. His kisses were gentle, lazy almost, like he had all the time in the world to just savor me.

“Oh, you’re enjoying yourself,” I managed, the words barely a breath as his mouth moved lower, leaving goosebumps.

He grinned against my skin, and I felt his lips curl into that playful smile that always made my heart flip. “I think you’re enjoying this just as much.”

He was right, of course, but I’d be damned if I admitted it right away. I was still catching up to how he was going to prove the tweet right, but first he was teasing the hell out of me.

He moved up again, his face inches from mine, and my breath hitched when he took his time kissing me like he was reading the most interesting book in the world, page by page.

Each kiss felt like he was imprinting something into my skin, and honestly, it was a little maddening. Here he was, practically worshiping every inch of me with a patience that I could barely handle.

“I thought you liked it rough” I murmured, trying to sound unaffected, which was absolutely pointless given the way my heart was pounding.

“Oh, I do,” he whispered back, his eyes holding mine. “But I love it when I get to take my time with you.”

He was impossibly close now, and his voice went straight to my bones.

I should have had some witty reply ready, some sarcastic little retort that I’d normally throw out just to keep things light. But he wasn’t giving me an inch to think, his fingers tracing a line down my sides, his lips skimming my collarbone, and I was losing more and more the fight to keep myself together.

My head tipped back when his hands made their way to my hips, his grip just firm enough to keep me in place, and his lips found their way to my chest.

You’re taking forever on purpose, aren’t you, Hamilton?

Each kiss, each touch, felt like he was making some kind of unspoken point. He wanted me to know, to feel just how deep this went for him. And God, he knew exactly what he was doing.

By the time his mouth reached my nipple, the last ounce of my composure was long gone. My back arched on instinct, and I was biting back a moan that would have only encouraged him more.

His fingers moved over my curves like he was memorizing the way I fit under his hands, and then he pulled back for a moment, his gaze flicking up to mine, dark and unreadable. “You really think I’m just like switch, don’t you?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that made my breath catch.

All I could manage was a nod that didn’t make sense. My heart was in my throat, and every inch of me was burning under his touch.

He smirked, as if that was all the answer he needed, and then he dipped back down, his mouth reclaiming my skin. “I’ll show you both sides” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss over my heart. “Rough when I want, and sweet when I have the chance. Or both when you let me.”

And I could barely manage to get out a word between breaths. “You’re... infuriating.”

He chuckled against my skin, his breath hot and maddening. “And yet, you’re not telling me to stop.”

His lips found my other nipple, and he took his time, making sure that my head was spinning by the time he came back up, his hand tracing along my waist, each touch making my skin feel like it was on fire.

The world outside this room could have disappeared, and I wouldn’t have noticed. Right now, there was only him— taking his time, making sure I knew I was the only person who’d got to see him like this.

I was far too wrapped up in him, every look and every touch setting me on fire.

And then he slid his hand down my stomach, his palm pressing firmly against my covered pussy, the heat of it sinking through me.

His fingers toyed at the edge of my lace panties, his touch so light it was driving me insane.

“Lew, come on,” I half-groaned, half-laughed, trying to keep some control over the situation��or at least pretending to. His smirk told me he knew exactly how close I was to giving up that control entirely.

“Oh, I’m coming on,” he murmured, his fingers slipping down to cup me through the lace. The heat of his touch was enough to make me arch against him, and I hated that he knew exactly what kind of power he had over me.

That smug grin of his? Absolutely infuriating. And totally deserved.

He gave a soft laugh when my body responded, and I could practically feel his smirk against my neck. “That easy, huh?”

“Shut up and keep going” I said, trying to keep some shred of dignity.

He knew what he was doing, his fingers tracing torturously slow circles, not enough to relieve the ache but more than enough to drive me out of my mind.

“Patience, love,” he whispered, lifting his head to give me that classic, cocky look. “I promised you both.”

If I’d had the ability to roll my eyes, I would have. But instead, I reached up, grabbing his face, desperate for the feel of his lips against mine.

He grinned, then kissed me deeply, one hand still pressed firmly against me, his fingers finally slipping under the edge of the lace, grazing over my skin.

Then his fingers brushed my folds, just barely, and I bit down on his lower lip, unable to stop myself.

He let out a low growl in response, which only made me grin, even as my heart pounded like crazy.

“Impatient, are we?” he teased, pulling back just enough to look at me, his eyes flashing with that mischief that was already wrecking me.

I let out a breathless chuckle. “Cut the tease…”

He shook his head, amused, his fingers slipping under the lace fully now, and I felt myself buck against him.

Each slow, teasing stroke on my clit was enough to make me nearly forget my own name.

I was so losing this game.

“Soaked already,” he murmured, his voice a delicious mix of satisfaction and amusement.

I would have made a comeback, I swear, but his fingers were tracing over me in a way that was completely short-circuiting my brain. Every time I thought I’d gotten a grip, he found a new spot, a new way to make me squirm.

“Oh, is that a smile?” he asked, catching my expression and leaning down to press a kiss to my cheek. “Thought you wanted me to hurry up?”

I rolled my eyes absentmindedly, even though I could barely muster the energy. “Hurry up, slow down, whatever. Just don’t stop.”

He laughed softly, and before I could say another word, he moved down, positioning himself between my legs, his mouth hovering so close I could feel his breath. His fingers traced up and down, building a maddening, delicious tension, and every nerve in me was screaming for him to finally close that distance.

“Lew, please” I managed, breathless and desperate.

He gave me one last teasing grin, holding my gaze as he started, his lips and hands working together to arch me off the bed. And with every nerve in my body alight, I realized there was no witty comeback that could save me now.

I was utterly, completely lost in him.

Dizzy with need, every nerve in my body tuned to him, but Lewis? He was taking his sweet time, equal parts infuriating and intoxicating.

He was enjoying every single second, holding me on this edge that had me biting back moans, trying to keep at least a shred of dignity.

Like that was even possible with him right now.

His hand slid down, curling around the edge of my panties to tug them aside. But of course, he just looked at me, a devilish smirk in place.

“So impatient tonight,” he murmured, brushing his fingers lightly over me, like he hadn’t just spent the last however-many minutes driving me insane. “Isn’t this what you asked for?”

If I had any ounce of wit left in me, it was dissolving fast. “I didn’t think you’d take ‘slow’ this slow” I shot back, my voice breathlessness and sass all mixed into one, making his grin grow wider.

“Maybe I just like seeing you worked up” he said, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit.

The jolt it sent through me was enough to make my legs tense, but he just chuckled, watching the effect he had on me like he was studying art. “I need to live up to the hype, don’t I?”

His teasing was making it so hard to keep any semblance of control.

I reached for him, wrapping my hand around the base of him, only to have him still my wrist, that devilish grin back. “Oh no, love. Tonight, you’re just going to feel me. That’s your only job.”

Somehow, his words alone were making my pulse race. “Alright, Mr. Control Freak.” I managed, half-laughing, half-breathless.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, we’re back to the name-calling?”

Before I could respond, he lined his cock, pressing just enough to make me gasp, his hands gripping my thighs as he held me firmly in place.

He was still smiling as he began, his thrusts slow and measured, like he had all the time in the world and zero plans to speed things up.

I was doing everything I could not to lose it completely, but he was making it hard.

Impossible actually.

Every single, agonizingly slow stroke was designed to drive me out of my mind. And he knew it.

He looked down at me, his gaze intense, but there was that barely-there flicker in his eyes. And I saw it. The effort it was taking him to keep his control.

He was fightingit, I could tell, like he was determined to make a point.

“You good?” he asked, voice soft but full of that teasing edge, his thrusts hitting a spot that made my vision blur.

“Yeah” I managed, my voice little more than a breathless mess. “Totally good.”

Not desperate at all. Nope. Not even a little.

But he was still watching me with that knowing grin, his fingers tightening on my thighs as he slowly picked up the pace, his breaths becoming heavier, more labored.

“You’re squirming,” he pointed out, his voice strained with his own restraint. “Think I’ll be able to keep this pace with you moving like that?”

Even in the middle of the haze, I couldn’t help but give him a smirk. “Keep up, then.”

Bold statement—especially given that he was currently holding every ounce of control over me.

And before I could even blink, he lifted my legs, shifting them up onto his shoulders, and suddenly every single thrust hit exactly where it needed to. A slow, perfect shockwave that had me gasping and clinging to the sheets.

“Like that?” His voice was a low growl, his control slipping as his movements gained just a bit more force, each one slow and all-consuming.

I could barely form a coherent thought, let alone answer as his gaze was fixed on mine. Like he was waiting, daring me to say something else, but every word dissolved before it could even reach my lips.

And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he finally let go of that tight, controlled pace, his movements still slow but just a little rougher, his hands gripping my waist as he watched every reaction he pulled from me.

“That’s it, love,” he murmured, his voice labored. “Let me see you.”

Every nerve in me was on fire and somewhere in the haze, I was sure I could feel my heart racing out of my chest. He leaned down, his mouth capturing mine, and with every kiss it was like he was branding himself into me.

I couldn’t stop the sounds leaving my lips, my breath coming in sharp gasps, and he finally let out a groan, his control slipping just enough that I could feel him speeding up, his breath hot against my skin.

“Lew—” I breathed, my voice breaking, unable to stop myself from moving in time with him, my body fully surrendered to the way he was moving against me.

His name was the only coherent word left in my vocabulary, and when he finally lowered my legs, letting them rest on either side of him, he pressed his forehead to mine, his breath warm and steady.

“You feel that?” he whispered, his voice full of intensity, his hand coming up to cup my face as he slowed down just in time to let me ride the waves of my release.

And gosh did I rode that orgasm.

I felt every inch of him, the way he was holding himself steady, giving me that same tender, relentless energy.

As my breath started to steady, he brushed his thumb across my cheek, waiting for me to open my eyes.

And when I did, he was watching me with that same teddy bear smile, soft and proud, like he knew exactly what he’d just done, and like he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

I couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, the warmth of his gaze wrapping around me. “You good?” he asked, and even though his words were casual, there was something in his eyes that told me he wanted to hear it.

“I think we’ve definitely moved past good.” I echoed, giving him a half-smirk, half-laugh.

I could still feel the remnants of my orgasm pulsing through me, my body soft and spent, but there was something about the way Lewis was still hovering over me, breath shallow, eyes still full of heat, that had me pulling him closer.

The intensity of his earlier movements had me completely lost in him, and now that he was slowing down, I felt that familiar pull to take care of him, to return some of the devotion he'd given me.

His forehead rested against mine, his breath warm against my skin as his movements grew slower and more deliberate.

He hadn’t come yet, and I knew it was because he was doing everything in his power to give me space to come down, to keep from being too rough and just savoring this moment.

His body pressed against mine, his hips moving in slow, circular strokes, dragging against me in a way that had me shivering beneath him.

“I’m good Lew, really” I whispered, trying to catch my breath, and he hummed softly in acknowledgment, his lips brushing across mine before he pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes.

“Yeah?” he asked, voice husky with desire but with that hit of concern, as though he was double-checking, even though I could feel how much he was struggling to keep it slow.

“I’m more than good” I said, my voice a little shaky, but my nails running up his back, pulling him even closer to me. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

I could feel him smile, a small, satisfied curve of his lips. His hands cupped my face as he kissed me gently, deepening the kiss as he started to move again, each thrust slow, almost measured, like he was trying to memorize every part of me.

I could feel every inch of him inside me again, the drag of his pelvis against me driving me wilder even being gentler than before.

It was almost like he was whispering his love in every thrust, and I felt every part of me melt under him, my own hands roaming down to find his back, his sides, holding onto him.

Because I could never let go.

I was so fucked up in the love I had for this man. So fucked up in the way he could turn me inside out, leaving me breathless one moment, and then so tender and gentle the next.

He wasn’t rough now. He wasn’t hurried.

“You’re close” I whispered against his lips, my voice low but teasing, loving the way he was fighting not to lose it. His grip on my sides tightened as he groaned softly, his eyes closing as he concentrated on the slow roll of his hips.

“I’m trying to hold on” he murmured back, his voice strained. “Trying not to rush it… but, damn, baby…”

I smiled softly, my hands gently cupping his face as I kissed him again, slow and tender, wanting to give him everything he needed in this moment.

My own body was still buzzing with the aftermath of my orgasm, and I loved how it felt to be so connected to him. He was still taking his time, even though I could hear his breath faltering with every pass of his hips.

“Let go, Lew” I whispered softly, pulling him down to me, pressing my lips against his ear. “I’m right here”

That seemed to do it. I felt the tension in his body snap as he gave in, and the way his movements became almost desperate but still held that deep, slow rhythm.

His moans were louder now, growing more guttural, and I felt him lose himself in me, in the way he was finally letting go, filling me with a warmth that had me gasping for air.

I could hear his breath hitching as he tried to push himself just a little bit further, the way his body trembled with the effort of holding it together. But it didn’t matter anymore.

I pulled him closer, my hands clutching his shoulders as I whispered more sweet nothings, my lips brushing his skin in a way that had him falling.

When he came, it was slow, labored and deep. His whole body shuddering as he let out a low groan, and I was right there with him, kissing him through it, holding him close as he filled me.

His face was next to mine, his breath hot on my skin, and I couldn’t help but smile at the sound of his ragged moans. There was nothing more intimate than hearing him like this, his pleasure all tangled with mine.

As his body finally slowed, he pulled back slightly, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his features filled with that boyish happiness.

He gave me a soft smile, still trying to catch his breath. “You good?” he asked, the same question he always asked, but this time it was a little lighter, a little less intense.

I couldn’t help but laugh softly, my fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. “Are you?”

He grinned, his eyes still a little unfocused. “Yeah… just, give me a minute”

I ran my hand gently along his chest, still reeling from the sensation of him inside me, but not losing the opportunity to tease him lightly. “Gotta give it to you, for an old guy, you really work it well”

Lewis raised an eyebrow, looking down at me, clearly amused. “Oh, is that how we’re doing this now?”

I grinned up at him, my body still buzzing from the aftermath. “I’m just giving credit where credit’s due. You might be getting up there in age, but you’ve still got it.”

He chuckled, finally pulling away, both of us wincing at the feeling of emptiness.

He grabbed some tissues from the nightstand and as he cleaned my thighs up, I couldn’t help but notice the change in how he looked at me, from that goofy, tender smile to a wicked grin.

He hesitated for a moment before stating “Definitely left a souvenir”

I looked down, feeling the sensitive heat between my legs, and shot him a cheeky smile. “You got a little too carried away with your ‘old guy’ moves.”

He raised an eyebrow, giving me a knowing look. “If you’re still that sassy I’m sure I can find other ways to shut you up.”

I laughed, the sound full of affection and humor. “That tweet’s gonna stick with me, isn’t it?”

But despite the banter, I couldn’t help but feel that warmth again in the pit of my stomach, that quiet love I had for him—the way he could be so tender, so gentle, but also rough when I needed it.

As he kept on cleaning me up, I raised an eyebrow, the corners of my lips twitching into a mischievous grin. "Oh, and just so you know," I started, letting my voice drop into a teasing tone, "I liked the tweet. Just to make sure people know I agree."

His eyes widened in mock disbelief. “You did not,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement as he leaned back to look at me more intently, trying to gauge if I was joking.

I couldn’t help but smile even wider, the truth hanging between us like an unspoken dare.

He stared at me for a moment, processing the full impact of what I’d just confessed. And then, with a wicked grin, he leaned down and kissed me hard, his lips claiming mine in a way that told me I’d just earned another round in return.

Well, looks like liking that tweet would be the least of my worries.

When he finally pulled away, both of us breathless, I smirked up at him, savoring the moment.

“You know,” I said with a little chuckle, “You might just get me to start a fan club for you.”

He raised an eyebrow, his grin spreading. "Oh yeah? What’s it gonna be called? 'I love Lewis Hamilton'?"

I shook my head with a dramatic sigh. "Nah, that’s already taken, probably. Maybe something like, ‘I’d let Lewis Hamilton leave me raw any day,’” I shrugged nonchalantly, as if it were the most normal thing to say.

His eyes flickered with amusement and his lips curled into a knowing smirk. Without another word, he pulled me toward him, kissing me deeply again, his arms wrapping around me like a vice.

I guess if he’s gonna keep me like this, I might just have to start the fan club for real.

But then again, who’s the real fan here?

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[bummblebe]

Adorable Too

TfP Bumblebee x Reader

Word Count: 1,783

Summary: You're all too infatuated with a certain yellow mech, much to his initial confusion to your change in attitude.

Song choices <3

> Fool - Frankie Cosmos

> Glue Song - Beabadoobee

You weren't sure how long exactly you had these feelings for, but after discovering them as of recent, they've never left your mind since.

You can only pray that your revelation of admiration to a specific scout hasn't resulted in any noticeable changes in your behavior. Once you came to the conclusion (after catching yourself shamelessly fawning over him in silence during a most recent mission), like a hopeless coward you did.. absolutely nothing about it. You considered limiting visits to the base to lessen the chances of making a fool of yourself, but that might've looked more suspicious if anything.

So, here you are, at the autobot base trying desperately too hard to push down the feelings and pretend that you didn't discover anything major about yourself in the past few days.

It was proving very difficult with Bumblebee standing right behind the designated human-sized couch you, Raf, and Miko were all sitting on, the other two competing against each other in some racing game and completely oblivious to your internal battle. Their game was the last thing you could pay attention to; his presence being right there had you feel like your back was on fire, any sitting position you readjusted to never felt comfortable enough for longer than ten seconds, a lingering sense of uncomfortable insecurity engulfed your every move as you couldn't help but constantly think of the possibility of him just perceiving you. Crazy to think that a couple days ago you never would've thought twice about minute things like where your hands should be resting, whether your hair was in the way or a mess, or both. What's the battle, the struggle, one might ask? It's being on a couch.

You've never had an issue sitting on a couch before--you would swear on it, ..right now just wasn't a great example of that.

After realizing that maybe your sitting is a little too rigid for what's meant to be and is a casual hangout between friends, you silently take a breath and slowly but surely start to lean back to meet with the comfortable plush of the couch.

Though, rather than being met with the couch, instead your back made contact with the scout's servos.

Instantly, as if a shock was sent throughout your body, you flinched forward in surprise, disconnecting the contact immediately. You noticed the spot on your back that unintentionally touched his hand felt the hottest, almost as if it were a burn; nothing bad, just in the sense of an overwhelming warmth. 

A whir in the tone of a question sounded from the scout behind you, and in quick thinking you tried to play off your unexpected reaction in a continued swing to hoist yourself up from the couch. Reaching your hands above your head, you gave out the pressure in your lower back in a satisfying stretch, not realizing the words he was saying.

"Uh- ..Sorry about that, Bee. Didn't mean to bump you," you spoke apologetically, turning your face so that he wouldn't just be looking at your back, but you couldn't get your eyes to leave the railing to properly make eye contact.

Bee responded with affirmative albeit hesitant beeps.

That seemed to have done the trick.

Without removing her eyes from the screen, Miko tilted her head towards you. "Where ya headed off to?"

Quick, come up with something.

"Oh, you know.. 'just going to go get something from.. from our pantry real quick yeah- you guys want me to get you anything while I'm there?"

"Nah, 'm good thanks," Miko uttered, clearly preoccupied.

Nailed it.

"Raf?" You queried next. Unlike Miko, Raf actually looked at you to answer your offer. "Oh, I'm alright [Name], thank you." You smiled and with that, turned to the descending ladder (and judging from the groan of frustration paired alongside an exclamation of victory from behind you, Raf's politeness appeared to be his detriment in-game). Just as you were about to turn your body to climb down, a few familiar beeps stopped you. Looking up, Bumblebee stood right in front of you, in front of the ladder, with his head tilt to the side.

The only words you were able to pick up on were '-want.. ... help you?'

Judging by his now outstretched metallic palm just below you, you filled in the rest that he just offered to take you to the bottom of the ladder himself. 'Do you want me to help you?' it was probably was.

This was nothing out of the ordinary, he's done this for you many times before. The problem came from you not knowing how to properly act anymore. Any other day you would've gladly accepted without thinking twice about it, and right now is mostly the same, except now you're thinking too much about it.

You nodded your head, “Oh sure, thanks Bee. I’d love for you to help me.” 

Bee, though with no visible mouth, gave a smile evident through his bright optics as he cooed a few excited chirps and beeps, you stepping off the platform and now in his clutches. 

You looked up, returning an innocent smile towards him.

Looks will forever be deceiving because internally you were in a panic.

Why did you say ‘love?’ You’d love for him to help you? How obvious can you be? You kept your eyes closed, not daring to look at him as you basked in your inner embarrassment.

You felt the small rush in your stomach as Bumblebee leisurely descended his hand down upon the lower ground as gently as he could. Stepping off, you shot Bee a thumbs up and quickly trodded off to the small room directly underneath the upper landing that you and your fellow humans deemed the 'pantry,' a place where you four kept a stash of snacks and drinks. It was the only remaining human-sized room (more like closet) that wasn't being used so why not make it a snack hole? Truly, it started with Miko keeping her snacks there 'temporarily' (as she swore) but it soon escalated to you, Jack, and occasionally Raf contributing to the snack haven; now the four of you have sustenance at your disposal whenever any of you visited the base.

Even with all that, upon entering you nearly forgot that you lied to get here so you could avoid an awkward situation and you were stumped on what to actually bring back.

...

"What's the matter Bee?"

The mech looked up to face Rafael, apparently during a game intermission as Miko was checking something on her flip phone. After hearing the question though, she looked up, all too interested. "Why're you asking? Did Bumblebee say something?" Raf only shook his head, "No it's not about anything he said I just thought he--..well--are you feeling down, Bee?" He redirected his attention back to the scout.

Bumblebee shook his helm, waving his servos in front of him. Beeps and churs left his chassis in a series pertaining to an explanation.

"What about [Name]..?"

Miko scrambled on her knees, fully on the couch as she faced the yellow bot with intrigue. "What's it Raf?" she questioned in ardor. "Bee's just a little worried about [Name]," Raf translated. Miko frowned, "How come? They seemed alright to me?"

A continued stream of robotic whirs and boops left Bee with different dips in tones natural of someone speaking, even if unconventionally.

"So? What's he saying?" Miko asked in loud, exaggerated whisper.

Raf, in response to Bee, tilted his head, "Different how?"

"Beep, beep zip. Zrr beep kr."

"Really? I guess that's a little weird.. Think they're feeling okay?"

Miko bounced in her spot on the couch impatiently, "Hello? Gonna fill me in yet?"

Raf gave an exhausted sigh. "Bee just noticed that [Name] seemed really dismissive of him today is all."

Miko rolled her eyes and whisked her body around, slumping in the couch and returning her attention back to her flip phone. "Eh, I wouldn't dwell."

"How are you so confident?" Raf asked, curious at how quick the girl just dismissed the concern.

Miko tilted her head towards him, "Come on, there's no way they hate Bee or anything."

At this, Bumblebee's optics swirled for a good few seconds. Realization hit when he gave a few worried beeps, looking away from the two other humans in disquiet. Raf was about to give comfort to the distressed mech. "In case they think you're annoying or something just be extra nice to them! That'll help," Miko advised wisely. Raf winced at her choice of wording. "I really don't think that's all too necessary.. especially considering-"

Bee was quick to intercept and hastily utter determined whirs and beeps in response.

Suddenly, you emerged from underneath the main platform, head peaking out after climbing the ladder, not having been paying any attention to the conversation that had just ended. You huffed yourself over the edge, arms hoisting towards the platform, still below the upper-ground level. In your hands was a pack of honey-graham crackers.

Honey --> ....bee..

Ah. You winced at the unintentional yet reaching similarity to who's been on your mind all day.

At least it wasn't that obvious. Hopefully.

A few beeps from behind you entered your ears and before you could even register what they meant, you were gently lifted off of the ladder and quickly placed fully on the grounding. You continued to stand there, snack still in your hand, as you slowly turned your head to face the yellow mech. "Thanks- thanks Bee but uh- uhm.. what was that for?" You cursed yourself for the stuttering, begging that your red face wasn't as noticeable as you're imagining it is to be.

He only responded with a few of those charming sound signals of his, optics spiraling as he did, to which you couldn't stop the smile creeping up to your face. From the sidelines, Raf and Miko exchanged unknowing glances, the first shrugging his shoulders in uncertainty towards the other.

You shook your head and swiftly returned to your spot on the couch. You sighed. "Adorable..," giving the quietest of mutters as it was drowned out by your expertly timed opening of your retrieved snack.

Or so you thought.

Bee's optics gave a spin, the teal lights from his eyes dilating.

After a few seconds of shocked silence, he chirped out six excited beeps, and Raf nearly stumbled in the resumed video game (much to his dismay and probably to Miko's pleasure.

You also nearly choked mid-chewing, face growing hotter as your heartbeat intercepted within your eardrum.

The only words you were able to pick up from him were 'adorable too.'

End Notes: Fact about this one-shot: When the reader accidentally bumped Bee on the couch, his hand was actually purposefully reaching for their hair to try to help pushing it aside because he wanted the reader to be comfortable after he noticed they kept shifting so much. I think it's sweet!

[ao3-rex1223]

𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐈𝐕

Pairing: DBF!Leon x Fem!Reader

Tags: vaginal sex, creampie, breeding kink, cunnilingus,

Summary: Leon is called away to a mission in Spain before Christmas and you wait anxiously to see if he'll make it home in time.

“I’m going to try my hardest to finish in the next couple days,” Leon reassures you over the phone. He’s been away for two weeks on a mission in Spain since a rogue military faction started snooping around for remnants of Las Plagas. You pace Leon’s living room; ever since you two got together, you spend a lot of time waiting at his place. You tell your parents your ‘house sitting’ since they still don’t know you’re secretly dating him, though sometimes you wonder if your father at least suspects and isn’t saying anything. He never questions what you’re doing anymore. As soon as you say you’re going to Leon’s, he simply smiles and nods, never pressing you for further details. 

You flop onto his bed, twirling your hair in your fingers. “Think you’ll be home by Christmas?” you ask, hope rampant in your tone, the holiday only one week away. Your eyes glance around the bedroom you share with him more often than not, lingering on photos of you two placed in simple frames all over. You smile to yourself, feeling the warmth from the happy memories. 

“I wanna be there. I’ll do everything I can, baby.” 

“I’ll make sure your house is nice and Christmas-y for when you get home,” you promise, already envisioning so many decorations, it’ll be like Christmas threw up all over his house!  

I’m sure you will, sweetheart,” Leon replies with a chuckle. 

You hear gunshots ringing in the background, causing your heart to race wildly. “Leon!” you choke out, plagued with worry.

“I better go, baby girl,” Leon says suddenly. You can hear rustling, like he’s moving quickly. “Love you.”

“I love you, too, Leon. Please be careful!” you cry, tears pooling in your eyes. The line goes dead and, as always, you never know if it’s because he hung up or something awful happened. You won’t know until he calls again. It could be hours… It could be days. You take a deep breath and sigh, hands trembling as they hold your phone, eyes staring at the screen with Leon’s image and contact information still displayed. “Just come home,” you whisper to that digital picture. 

In an effort to distract yourself, you make a trip to the local hobby store to find some decorations for Leon’s house. Your mood lifts slightly as you wander the store, picking out every tantalizing Christmas decoration you see, filling the large shopping cart full before you’re even half way through the store. You glance down at your haul so far; reindeer, Santas, porcelain houses, lights, fake snow, candles, garland, nutcrackers, bows, stockings, ornaments, even a few gnomes dressed in holiday garb. You return your gaze to the aisles ahead…and then…in the distance, you spot an eight foot tall synthetic tree, decked out in colorful LED lights and your eyes shine like a small child padding down the stairs on Christmas morning to see all the presents that good old Saint Nick left for them. Beaming, you rush to the nearest employee and ask - no, beg - them to help you get one of those magnificent trees. The twenty something year old worker clearly suppresses an eye roll - not that you’ll let it get to you - and tells you he’ll ‘check the back’. After a few minutes, he returns and tells you there are no more of the trees you wanted in stock. “The closest we have in stock is a nine-footer,” he explains, his tone detached and apathetic, as though he'd explained the lack of stock a dozen times already today and couldn't muster any more effort.

Unwilling to let this Grinch steal your cheerful attitude, you gleefully exclaim, “Oh! I’ll take the nine-foot one, then!” You practically jump up and down. 

“Great,” the worker replies, coldly and turns on his heel, heading back to the stockroom. You bob your head and sing softly along with the Christmas music playing overhead. Finally, the worker returns with a flatbed carrying your beautiful tree. 

After struggling to get it into your car, eventually you strap it to the top and carefully drive back to Leon’s place with your massive purchase of holiday decorations. You link your phone to the stereo in his living room and start playing more Christmas music, along with which you are all too happy to sing. You immediately start putting up the nine foot tree. With tender, loving care, you add lights, ornaments, and tinsel. You string more lights along the mantle of his fireplace and garland on the banisters. The small statuettes you bought find places on his coffee table and end tables. 

Throughout the afternoon, you’re constantly checking your phone to see if Leon has called or at least texted. Nothing. You know he must be pinned down somewhere. He will always let you know he’s okay when he can. You clasp your hands together in a silent prayer for his safety. 

Meanwhile…

Leon forces himself to breathe quietly as militia men scour the decaying laboratory - the one that used to belong to Luis. He stays hidden behind a cabinet, clutching his handcannon in position to fire if needed, but he’s hoping to avoid a direct confrontation, not that it wouldn’t be the first time he’s faced down a hoard of enemies…and it wouldn’t be the first time in this location, either. Flashbacks from that day he came here to rescue Ashley Graham back in 2004 fill his mind. That was long before he met you, before you changed his whole goddamn life. Christ, he misses you. He misses the warmth of your body pressed against his; he misses your smile; he misses your laugh, your kisses, your warm, wet mouth around his-

“Hey! Check over there!” one of the men commands, pulling Leon from his reverie. Fuck, he thinks to himself as he hears heavy boots approaching his hiding spot. He cocks the powerful magnum, ready for a fight. Some big burly motherfucker pokes his ugly head around the corner of Leon’s hiding spot. He growls, bearing his sickly teeth which are quickly blown to pieces by the bullet fired from Leon’s weapon. Shit, can’t catch a break. Guess we’re doin’ this, Leon realizes. He pushes the large man’s limp body away and gets into position, ready to take out anyone else who dares come his way. Nothing, absolutely nothing, will keep him from returning to his girl. 

Back at Leon’s place, you decide to bake some cookies, hoping to have a nice treat for him when he gets back, as if you didn’t practically buy out the store’s entire stock of Christmas decorations. You inhale the warm, homey smell of the delicious dessert, soothing your weary heart, which still worries for Leon’s safety. You take a deep, centering breath, reminding yourself to trust in Leon’s abilities. 

Two days before Christmas, you finally hear from him. “Hey, baby girl. I'm coming home!”

You shriek with joy, jumping up and down in his living room. You spend the day meticulously cleaning the place, making sure it's perfect. 

And on Christmas Eve, near midnight, The door opens, his face marred by fatigue and restless nights, but still handsome as ever. The soft glow of the fireplace illuminates his features in a warm hue. “Baby…” he whispers, his voice barely loud enough to hear. Tears pool in your eyes, your nose tingling as emotion overwhelms you. You rush toward him and throw yourself into his embrace. 

Just like that, with the love of his life in his arms again, Leon feels whole once more. He crushes you against him, soaking in your warmth, soothing his aching soul. He buries his face in your neck, taking in your unique scent. It reminds him why he fights, why he continues to battle the evils of the world, because, as bad as things are, if he can make it a little better for you, it’s worth the pain and effort. For a while, you simply hold each other, the crackling of the fireplace and the quiet whispers of the cold winds outside the only soundtrack for your heartfelt reunion. When you finally part, he gently cups your face and presses his mouth to yours in a tender and passionate kiss. The softness of your lips is a balm for his wary heart. Your tongues slide together in perfect synchrony, a dance of love and devotion. 

You finally break for air, gazing with longing into each other's eyes. “I missed you so much, sweetheart,” Leon coos, his voice cracking slightly from the weight of all his emotions. 

“I missed you too, Leon,” you reply, pressing a delicate kiss to his nose. 

He smiles, his tense muscles finally relaxing after the long and grueling mission. “Hey,” he begins, his voice smooth like butter again, “got something for you…” He bends down to pick up a box with a bunch of holes in it. You look with curiosity at it, certain you hear it…whimpering? A giant red bow adorns the top. He holds the bottom while you lift the lid. Inside is a small, fluffy white puppy, looking up at you with innocent, golden eyes. It yawns, inadvertently showing off its sharp little teeth. Adorably ferocious, you think to yourself. 

“Leon…it’s…” You try to speak, but feel too choked up. Your hands carefully reach in to pick up the helpless ball of fur. Holding it in your arms, it sniffs you cautiously before licking your face, drawing out a genuine, joyful grin from your lips. 

“You remember me telling you about that dog that helped me out all those years ago?” Leon asks. After you nod in affirmation, gently scratching your new friend’s furry cheeks, he continues, “I found him again. Had a litter of pups around. This one was the runt; he wouldn’t do well on his own in the wild, so I brought him home. Thought he could keep you company while I’m away. Merry Christmas, baby.”

Tears fall down your face at the thoughtful gift. “Oh Leon! I love him!” you exclaim, kissing him deeply once again, your soft pup nestled between the two of you. 

After settling the pup - who you decide to name Buddy - into his new home, you and Leon share a bottle of champagne to celebrate his safe return. You clink your crystal glasses and snuggle together on the couch while Buddy snores softly, fast asleep on the recliner. 

Hearts yearning to share the most intimate of connections, Leon lifts you into his arms, bridal style, and carries you to the bedroom, the champagne glasses long since drained of their titular contents. He lays you on the bed with infinite gentleness and crawls over the top of you. He kisses your lips then peppers kisses all along your cheeks and jaw. He pecks a few more just below your ear before whispering, “I love you so much baby. More than anything. I fucking need you.”

You moan softly, cunt getting slippery with your essence, arousal growing, unobstructed. “Leon…I need you, too. I love you!” Tears pool in your eyes again as your feelings for him overwhelm you, yet again. 

He hums his approval at your response, hand gently lifting your shirt, grazing your perfect breasts as he removes it entirely. He growls hungrily as his eyes take in the plush mounds. “Missed these two, as well,” he adds with a smirk and kisses both breasts before taking one hardened bud into his mouth. 

Your teeth take your lower lip between them, biting gently as pleasure begins to fill you, originating from the gentle nibbles on your tits. You can feel his cock hardening, throbbing against your thigh through his pants. He sucks on the fat of your breasts, definitely intending to leave hickies there. Your hands reach down to tug at his shirt. His mouth releases you for mere seconds, long enough to whip his shirt off and throw it across the room. He continues to kiss his way down your taught stomach. His hands grab the waistband of your sweatpants and panties, pulling them down and off, effortlessly. “My Christmas feast…” Leon growls and pushes your legs apart. His thumbs part your wet folds and he looks hungrily at your glistening, pink sex. He licks his lips before diving in, hot, open mouthed kisses claiming your neglected pussy. Your hips roll in time with his expert licks, angling your clit toward his tongue. He closes his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking on it like it’s a rare delicacy. Your abs tighten as your body begins to respond on its own, your back arching hard and your head digging into the bed. Your hands death grip the sheets, nails nearly cutting through the fabric, a mind numbing climax imminent. 

“Leon! I’m cumming! Fuck! I’m cumming!” you cry out, the pleasure worth the wait you had to endure while he was gone. Orgasm ripping through you, he pins you in place with his strong arms while he continues to lick you though your waves of euphoria. As you pant, gasping for air, he kicks off his pants and gives his aching dick a few strokes, precum leaking from the tip. He pushes your legs apart again, which practically fall open whenever he looks at them. 

“Can’t wait to be inside you again, sweetheart. Not at home until I feel your perfect cunt wrapped around my shaft,” He guides his throbbing cock toward your willing entrance, notching the tip past your eager barrier. He drops onto his hands above you, arms caging you in as he slides further inside, the familiar sensation of his thick length filling your tight channel and kissing the entrance to your womb like a warm embrace, a feeling of completeness. “Fuck…you’re so goddamn tight, baby girl. Never gonna get tired of this,” Leon purrs. His mouth connects with yours once more, pouring all of his pent up love and passion into the heated kiss. With tender thrusts, he begins to move inside you. Your eyes roll back in your head as his cock rubs your g-spot, teasingly slow. You moan and whimper, begging for more with incoherent babbles. “Yeah, baby girl. You want more? Want me to put a baby in you, honey?” His mouth returns to your neck, licking and sucking, his own arousal and need growing beyond his control. 

His words make you arch into him even more, the thought of him impregnating you is once again a potent aphrodisiac. “Yes! Please! God, I want it so bad!”

He groans at your impassioned affirmation. He begins snapping his hips forward hard, your tantalizing breasts jiggling with each movement. He withdraws nearly completely out before slamming back inside you again, driven by primal instinct, an innate desire - no, a need - to breed you, to watch your belly swell with his child, to claim you in every way imaginable. He laces your fingers together, pressing them gently into the mattress. His rhythm is frenzied and irregular as he begins chasing his own high. As you cum a second time, you tense, hard, then cry out as your walls collapse on his dick, sucking him in deeper. With a guttural, rough moan, Leon thrusts into you one final time, filling you with his hot, sticky seed. For a long time, he simply remains buried inside you, unwilling to sever the connection just yet. He pulls you with him as he rolls off of you, deciding to keep himself warm inside your delicious heat for the night. “Need you to cockwarm me, baby girl. Been too damn long.”

Your pussy quivers weakly as the last remnants of your orgasm trickle out of you. “Always, Leon. Merry Christmas, baby,” you coo softly, running your fingers tenderly through his hair. 

He closes his eyes as you caress his scalp and rub it gently. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he replies, wrapping his arms tightly around you, pulling you close as he begins drifting off to sleep, comfortable and happy for the first time since he left for the mission to Spain. 

[weirdogirl888]

temptations part two!

part one here

a/n: so tumblr hates me and decided to remove all my italics but i’m to lazy to add them back in so uhm..cope. also I KNOW the photo above isn’t jake but erm whatver 🙄🙄

requests are always open 👻

wc: 1.4k

warnings: smut (duh), smoking, oral (m receiving, reader is a light weight, creampie, praise uhmmm donnie is a perv lol

smut under the cut 💋

the walk to donnie’s house was quiet. you both walked with nerves looming over your heads, but for diffrent reasons.

donnie couldn’t believe that the first girl to come to his house, his room was no other than the cutest girl in school, and was in awe at how lucky he was.

you on the other hand fretted about how you’d pay him. you blew all your allowance on the mall last week with your friends and was worried the plan you had in your brain might not work. you didn’t even know if donnie was into a girl like you.

“so have you ever smoked before?” donnie asked pulling you out of your thoughts. you two neared his front porch

you paused, causing him to turn and face you with a curious look on your face.

“n-no, i haven’t, can you teach me?” you looked up with pleading eyes which made a pit form in the back of his throat and a warm feeling at the bottom of his stomach which he recognized all to well.

“woah really? that’s so cute. sure i can, you can count on me.” his corny attitude made you giggle

you two raced up to his room and plopped your stuff on the foot of his bed, you walked around and admired his weird drawings and cool posters.

“your drawings are strange, i like them” you complimented.

“thanks” he muttered, he took this time to rifle through his drawers to find his stash. as well as a way to hide his beat red face. no one ever has complimented his drawings before. his therapist called them worrisome and his mom wouldn’t say anything about them. but the sad glint in her eye told him all he needed to know.

“because this is your first time, i’ll give you an eighth on the house. this is the good stuff from my personal stash which i don’t really sell, it’s just for me. but, since your new and all i thought i’d give you the best of the best. since it’s your first time and all.” he said rambling as he began to roll up the substance, his skilled fingers working nimbly to pack and twist the joint.

when he licked at the rolled paper you almost passed out. he’s so hot you thought squeezing your thighs together.

“i’m a little scared donnie..” you muttered, shyness overcoming you.

“don’t be y/n, here- all you have to do is just breath in through your mouth when i blow the smoke at you. i’ll go first ok?” he lit the joint and brought it up to his lips, taking a deep inhale and then inhaling when it left his plump lips.

you looked at him ready. he turned to you and just as you opened your mouth and started to inhale he blew the smoke right into your mouth. the weed hit you and you immediately started coughing.

your face blushed from the proximity and intimacy of it all, as well as embarrassment. “i totally coughed up a lung.”

“it’s okay” he said laughing “everyone coughs their first time….want another hit?”

and that’s how the next twenty minutes was spent. him exhaling smoke into your lungs and getting closer and closer every time to where your noses were barely brushing. it was safe to say you were pretty stoned. the weed hitting you making your eyes go low and you felt all giggly.

“wow donnie. this, this stuff is pretty great ya know ha.” you said staring at him through half closed lids.

“isn’t it?” he said smiling lazily, eyes boring into yours.

“you’re sooo kind for giving me this on the house. ya sure there’s not any way i could pay you?”

“welll i can think of one idea i might have.” he said with a smirk on his face.

“oh? what’s that?” the weed and the warmth from between your legs made you bold, but donnie was one step ahead of you.

“how about i make you more comfortable?” in an instant he pulled your body so you were flush with his lap, your sweet body wash making him dizzy. he was so warm, and so handsome under you.

“think i deserve a kiss for giving you this great weed. don’t ya think?” he said tapping his lips.

you wasted no time connecting yours to his. you knew no girls really talked to him, and he hardly went on any dates. but his mouth was a fucking pro. he kissed you like his life depended on it. his lips felt so good neither of you wanted to stop. you parted for air which made him immediately attach his hot mouth to your neck. littering it in sloppy wet kisses.

“been waiting for this so long donnie” you whined.

he pulled back in surprise “really?”

“yeah, had a crush on you for so long.” you kissed him again, this time more heated then the last. his hands rested on your waist drew circles into your warm skin with his thumbs.

you pulled back and started unbuttoning your shirt. donnie couldn’t believe his eyes. “shit y/n. you dont- you dont need to do that.”

“but i want you to feel me.” you pouted. discarded shirt left on the ground aswell as your bra. donnie’s eyes bulged at the sight of your breasts. you dragged his frozen hands over you and made him grope them. then bent down to kiss him some more.

donnie picked you up and walked you to the bed and roughly threw you down, causing you to squeal in surprise from his amount of strength.

he tore his shirt off and started attacking your breasts. he kneaded and pinched one whilst sucking violently on the other. then switching to the other one and then groping them with both hands whilst kissing your neck.

“fuck donnie your mouth feels so good.” you moaned as your eyes rolled to the back of your head in utter bliss.

donnie’s clothed crotch grinded on you which you met with equal desperation.

“i wanna feel you so bad.” he whined between kisses “please can i fuck you y/n? please? i’ll make you feel so good baby ahh-!”

your palming of his rock hard cock had caught him off guard. you wasted no time slipping off the bed and sat on your knees, staring up at him with wide hungry eyes. he turned to sit on the bed, figuring out what you were about to do. and waisted to time ripping off his belt and pulling broth his slacks and his boxers.

your mouth watered when his girthy dick sprang free, hard as a brick. you had no anticipation that he was gonna be this big. but you weren’t complaining

so it really is always the quiet ones.

you slowly licked up his shaft before sucking on his tip and swiping your tongue around it. having him let out a pathetic moan.

you then began to bob your head up and down until tears started forming in your eyes. you pulled off with a loud pop and started breathing for air, your eyes never leaving his.

you pulled off your painties and your skirt and got up to sit on his lap. kissing him hard, which was mostly just tongue . you both pulled back for air and rested your heads on each others foreheads

“i wanna feel you so bad baby.” donnie said squeezing your hips.

you lifted up and used your hand to grab his dick and line it up with your entrance. slowing sinking down into it. donnie’s eyes blew wide as you let out a huge moan. you paused for you to get used to the shear length of him stretching you out and wrapped your army’s around donnie’s neck for support before you started bouncing up and down.

donnie sat there in awe and stillness as you got yourself off on his dick. he never really thought he’d be that big. but you getting more and more pleasure with every thrust had him turning into a wild animal.

“you cock feels so good donnie.” you say whining as it nudged the right spot over and over again. you were in heaven.

“fuck yeah baby, your pussy is so tight for me. and just for me right? you’re mine now, got that?” he said possessively. he was seeing you in a new light now that his dick was the one making your face twist into a twisted fucked out mess.

you moaned in response, barely comprehending anything your dealer had said. which made donnie annoyed. he pushed half of himself off the bed keeping you on top of him and started mercilessly fucking up into you. causing you to scream.

“i said who’s are you?” he groaned.

“yours! yours! m’ all yours donnie—ahhhh fuck! you feel so good”

the new position was making you go blank. the pleasure was so overwhelming and the girth of donnie made you cry and sigh your nails into his shoulders.

“yeah that’s right” he said kissing every inch of you “you’re mine now, your pussy is mine. only i can make you feel this way. shit, i’m so fucking excited to see you limping at school tomorrow. knowing it’s all just from me.”

his words were sending you over the edge, your climax soon approaching.

“donnie m’ close” you whimper.

“really? cause we’re barely getting started” he said, making his thrusts harder and harder until you spilled all over him. your suctioning pussy made him bite his lip. trying to it to cum just yet.

he fully pulled out, causing you to whine from the loss of him.

“get on your back baby.” you did as you were told, staring up at him.

he started to take both your ankles and push them far above your head, bending you as far as you’d go without it being painful. the new position gave him a clear view of your sopping pussy which made his breath shake.

“donnie what are you— ohh!” you screamed as donnie shoved his fat cock into your tight hole again. the new position made your brain short circuit. his tip bumping your gummy g spot with every thrust.

donnie wasn’t gonna last long, his balls slapping the beginning of your ass made a loud sound that filled the room, as well as your moans. he brought a hand down and gently rubbed your clit. making you whine. you next orgasm building up to the point all you could say was donnie’s name over and over again.

your next orgasm hit you ten times stronger than the first one and donnie was not far behind you. thrusting more and more as to have his entire seed dumped into your cervix. his eyes pet with a vehicular sight when he pulled out of your and his combined cum.

“Jesus” was all he could say.

“same here” you said out of breath.

“we should smoke and do this again sometime.”

“agreed”

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Hey so can I have a scenario where Knuckles or Shadow have a crush and this crush has a crush on him. His crush is mellow and cozy to be around. And The hyper Amy rose is their best friend. Amy’s being this crushes self appointed wingwoman and is too overly enthusiastic about it? How do knuckles or shadow deal with this? Do they notice or are they naive and think their friend Amy is just being weird?

Knuckles/Shadow x reader

Sonic may be known for being fast, but NO ONE is as fast as Amy's love detecter, as soon as either of you show the SLIGHTEST bit of attraction to each other she's going all out.

Amy will try to give you her advice (running up and smothering him) but you politely decline on that.

Knuckles:

Knuckles is usually calm, staying and keeping watch over the master emerald, so he doesn't mind your presence, he's actually catching himself starting to like it.

You, on the other hand, feel the same. Knuckles is strong, determined, and sweet in his own way. However, rather than directly confessing, you’ve been waiting for the right moment to let him know how you feel.

Of course, Amy has her own plans for the two of you.

As your best friend, she's taken it upon herself to play matchmaker. Every time you're with Knuckles, Amy's there too, loudly hinting that you two would make "the cutest couple." She's way too enthusiastic, constantly trying to shove you two into situations where you’re alone together.

Knuckles, being as blunt as he is, has no idea what Amy’s up to. He thinks she's just being well, Amy. He doesn't pick up on her behavior really and only gets flustered when Amy says something like, "Don’t you think you two would look great on a romantic picnic? Oh wait! I’ve got one packed, let’s go now!" He turns beet red at Amy's suggestions but assumes it’s just her usual meddling.

Meanwhile, you’re there, both embarrassed and secretly hoping Knuckles will take the hint.

Knuckles, still in the dark about what’s really going on, gets a little annoyed with Amy’s interruptions. He just wants to talk to you without all the added pressure, but Amy’s relentless enthusiasm is hard to escape.

Eventually, Knuckles might pull you aside, away from Amy, his face flushed. "What’s with Amy today? She’s acting...weirder than usual."

You laugh softly and give him a smile, trying to keep the situation light. "I think she’s trying to tell you something, Knuckles."

He furrows his brow, confused. "Tell me something? About what?"

You take a deep breath, your heart racing a bit. "Maybe...that I like you. You know, more than just as a friend."

Knuckles freezes, blinking at you in surprise before the realization sinks in. His face goes red, and he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "Y-you like me? I-I mean, I like you too... I just didn't realize... Amy was trying to... Oh."

Shadow:

Shadow’s feelings for you are subtle, even to him. He’s not the type to be overly emotional, and he’s certainly not one to act on feelings as soon as they arise. But you, he feels calmed, your whole vibe and just personality is soothing to him. Whenever you're around, it’s easier for him to relax, even though he doesn’t show it much.

You, in turn, like Shadows mellow attitude, he's pretty calm most of the time, and is a nice refresher from things.

Enter Amy Rose, your overly enthusiastic best friend. She knows exactly how you feel and has decided to play the role of wingwoman. Shadow, however, isn’t the easiest person to deal with, especially when it comes to emotions, and Amy’s hyper attitude isn’t making things any easier.

Every time you and Shadow are together, Amy shows up with endless suggestions to push you closer.

“Oh, look! You and Shadow should totally have a quiet movie night together. I’ll even bring the snacks!”

she says, bouncing around. She throws out ideas for ‘romantic’ situations nonstop, much to Shadow’s confusion.

Unlike Knuckles, Shadow isn’t completely naive. He picks up on Amy’s strange behavior, but he doesn’t connect the dots.

He thinks Amy is being her usual meddling self, and he isn’t interested in playing along. Still, there’s a part of him that wonders why she’s pushing so hard for you two to spend time together.

Shadow is very blunt, he's not shy to confront Amy on her attitude. “What exactly are you trying to do Amy?” he asks, crossing his arms and glaring at her.

Amy, grinning wildly, “Just helping a friend out! Don’t you think you and them would be perfect together?” She wiggles her eyebrows dramatically.

Shadow blinks, taken aback by her bluntness. He turns to you, noticing how you seem a bit nervous. “Is this true? You like me?”

“Yeah, I do. But... I wasn’t exactly planning on telling you this way.”

After a long pause, he steps closer to you, his expression softening just a bit. “You should’ve told me. I don’t mind... spending more time with you. Without her interference.” He shoots Amy a quick, annoyed glance, but it’s clear he’s more focused on you now.

Amy’s excited squeal echoes in the background as she dashes off, leaving the two of you alone.

A/n: in short, Amy might not be doing the best but she's trying

[winchestersisterimaginessss]

Dead in the Water - Supernatural Imagine

Request: Can you pls do Winchester sister x brothers (but she's closer with Dean) dead in the water and Winchester sister drowns and almost dies!

warning: drowning, near death experience

A/N- I hope you like it!! Please request more, I love them!

You sat down next to Dean and watched him circle a section of a news article about a girl who drowned to death. Her name was Sophie Carlton and looking at her picture in the paper made you shiver.

You couldn’t imagine what it was like drowning to death. It had to be one of the worst ways to go. Your thoughts were interrupted by the waitress coming back to the table.

She leaned over it so her boobs were practically dangling in your brothers face and you sighed.

Sam made his way over to both of you at the table.

“Can I get you anything else?” She asked staring directly at Dean.

“Just the check, please,” Sam said, sitting next to Dean and shooting him a look.

“You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while,” Dean groaned. He looked back over at the waitress and pointed, “That’s fun.”

You cringed, “Okay well do fun when I’m not here.” Dean looked across the table at you almost like he forgot you were there. “Fair enough, sorry kid.” He said as he turned his attention back to the newspaper.

“Take a look at this. I think I got one.” He said tossing the news paper towards Sam.

“Sophie Carlton, 18, last week. Walked into the lake, doesn’t walk out,” he started, stealing you a glance knowing you were going to feel some type of way about the case. He knew you like the back of his hand.

You just felt so bad. She was so young and she was absolutely beautiful. Looking at her picture made your heart hurt. Maybe it was because you were close in age so it hit a little closer to home? You didn’t know, but it didn’t settle right with you.

“Authorities dragged the water, nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of their bodies were found either. They had a funeral two days ago.” he finished.

“A funeral?” Sam asked.

“Well they probably needed some kind of closure. That’s such an awful thing to happen to someone, I can’t imagine the pain her friends and family are feeling.” You said with so much empathy.

You always were so sensitive and understanding of everything. You had so much empathy and sympathy in your heart.

Dean looked towards you shooting you a soft smile. He knew that you were super sensitive and got too connected to the people involved in cases. He loved that about you though because your big heart made their tough life a little less cold hearted.

“But people just don’t disappear, other people just stop looking for them,” Sam said matter of factly.

Oh great here we go, you thought.

“Something you want to say to me?” Dean asked giving Sam a look.

“The trail for dad- it’s getting colder every day.” Sam said.

“What are we supposed to do?” Dean asked.

“I don’t know. Something. Anything.” Sam replied exasperated.

“You know what? I’m sick of this attitude. You don’t think I want to find dad as much as you do?” He questioned Sam.

Your heart started to race. You didn’t like conflict between your family when it was already having problems.

“Yeah I know you do it’s just th-“ Sam started before Dean cut him off.

“I’m the one who’s been with him every single day for the past two years while you’ve been off to college going to prep rall-“ This time you interrupted Dean, afraid that he was about to say something that would set Sam off.

“Hey both of you! We will find dad, but until then, let’s just kill everything bad between here and there, okay?” You said looking between the two.

Sam sighed turning to Dean, “How far?”

——-

You were staring out the car window watching the scenery pass you by. You couldn’t help but wonder where your dad was or if he was even alive. You were fidgeting with your fingers, fighting back tears thinking of all of the different scenarios your dad could be in.

Dean glanced at you through the rear view mirror. He was already worried about you and he knew their dad missing would send you into a meltdown sooner than later.

You were incredibly family oriented and always wanted to make sure your family was taken care of. You didn’t like conflict because you would say that your family already lost one person, it doesn’t need to lose another. It didn’t do much good because there was always conflict with your dad. Then Sam walked out and it felt like just you and Dean for a while. It always hurt Dean’s heart because you were just a kid and he wished you didn’t have to grow up like that. He also knew that growing up like that was one of your main causes of your anxiety.

His thoughts were interrupted when he saw a tear slip down your face. He immediately reached back and put his hand on your leg.

“Hey kiddo,” he said as you made eye contact with him through the mirror, “what’s going on?”

You quickly wiped your tears not even meaning to shed one in the first place. “Do you think dads okay?” You asked.

His eyes softened, “I know he’s okay kid. Okay? Everything’s going to be okay. Trust me.”

You nodded, “Okay, yeah, I trust you De.”

He stole another glance at you. “Get some shut eye for me kiddo alright? We’ll be there in about 2 hours.”

You nodded and closed your eyes, letting sleep take over you

———

“Rise and shine kiddo, we’re here!” You heard Dean say.

The three of you got out of the car and walked up to Sophie’s house. Dean knocked on the door and another boy answered. You assumed it was her older brother.

“Will Carlton?” You asked.

“Yeah that’s right.” He replied.

“I’m Agent Ford, this is Agent Hamhill and Wilson. We’re with the U.S. wildlife service.” Dean said as he showed his fake I.D.

Will let you in and took you to the lake that claimed his sister.

You looked out and saw their dad sitting at the dock alone. You couldn’t help, but feel absolutely terrible for the man. It made your heart hurt knowing he was staring at the water that took his daughter’s life.

Your attention was brought back to will speaking. “She was about 100 yards out. That’s where she got dragged down,” he said softly.

“What makes you sure she didn’t drown?” Dean asked.

“She was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in the lake. She’s as safe out there as in her own bathtub.” He explained.

“So, no splashing? No sign of distress?” Sam asked.

“No, that’s what I’m telling you.” he shook his head.

“Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?” Sam questioned.

“No, again, she was really far out there,” he replied.

“You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?” you asked.

“No, never. Why? What do you think is out there?” Will asked.

“We’ll let you know as soon as we know,” you gave him a small smile, as you and Dean started walking off.

“What about your father?” Sam asked. You and Dean stopped, turning to Sam. 

“Can we talk to him?” Sam asked. You didn’t want to talk to his father. The sight of him already wanted to make you cry.

“Look, if you don’t mind, I mean, he didn’t see anything, and he’s kind of been through a lot,” Will explained.

“We understand,” Sam nodded and the three of you walked back to the Impala.

——-

“Now, I’m sorry, but why does the wildlife service care about an accidental driving?” the sheriff asked, walking all three of you to his office.

“You sure it’s accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister,” Sam explained.

“Like what? Here, sit, please,” he said, motioning to three chairs across from his desk.

“There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake,” he said.

“There’s nothing even big enough to pull a person unless it was the loch ness monster,” the sheriff tried to joke not knowing how far off he might not be.

“Yeah, right,” Dean said, shooting us a look.

“Will Carlton was traumatized, and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still, we dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep just to be sure, and still there was nothing down there,” he explained.

“That’s weird, though. I mean that’s the third missing body this year,” you said.

“I know. These are people from my town. These are people I care about,” the sheriff sighed.

“I know,” Dean said.

“Anyways, all this. It won’t be a problem much longer,” the sheriff crossed his arms.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“Well, the dam, of course,” the sheriff said.

You looked to Sam and Dean.

“Of course, the dam, it uhhh, it sprung a leak,” Dean said.

“It’s falling apart, and the feds won’t give us the grand to repair it, so they’ve opened the spillway. In 6 months, there won’t be much of a lake. There won’t be much of a town either, but as federal wildlife, you already knew that” the sheriff said.

“Exactly,” Dean replied.

“Sorry, am I interrupting? I can come back later,” you heard a voice from behind you.

You all turned around and noticed a smiling woman. The three of you stood up, ready to introduce yourself.

“Agents, this is my daughter,” the sheriff said.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Dean,” Dean smiled, shaking her hand.

“Andrea Bar. Hi,” she smiled.

“Hi,” Dean whispered.

“They’re from the wildlife service, about the lake,” he explained.

She looked taken aback, “Oh,” she said softly.

You noticed a small kid behind her.

“Oh, hey! What’s your name?” You gave him a friendly smile. You’ve always loved kids and you’ve always been good with them. You guessed you were so good with them because Dean was so good with you.

He looked at the three of you before turning around and walking away. Andrea looked at us before following after him.

“His name is Lucas.” The sheriff said.

You continued to watch as you saw Andrea sit hand him crayons.

“Is he okay?” Sam asked.

“My grandson’s been through a lot, we all have.” He replied, walking to his office doors and opening them for you to leave.

“If there’s anything else I can do for you, please let me know.” He said.

“Thanks,” Dean said motioning you to walk in front of him. He guided you out and were met with Andrea again.

You let Dean have a moment with her because you could tell he wanted to flirt with her. You were more than okay with that though. She was so pretty and from what you could tell was incredibly sweet. She wasn’t like the waitresses who threw themselves at your brother.

He asked Andrea for directions and somehow got her to walk us there. You were walking next to Sam behind Dean and Andrea when you both overheard Dean, “Kids are the best huh?”

You and Sam both looked at each other and smirked.

“There it is. Like I said, two blocks,” she said, turning to face the three of you.

“Thanks,” Dean smiled.

“Must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line,” she said smirking at Dean as she walked away.

“Enjoy your stay!” She laughed. You liked her, she was funny.

You and Sam turned to each other snorting and holding in your laughs.

Sam turned to Dean, “ ‘Kids are the best’? You don’t even like kids,” Sam said flabbergasted.

“I love kids,” Dean said.

“Name three children that you even know,” Sam said. He saw Dean about to open his mouth when he added, “and you can’t say Y/N.”

Dean sighed and pulled you into his side, ruffling your hair. “I so can say Y/N.”

You pushed him away chuckling, “I’m 16!” You whined.

“You’ll always be a kid to me, kid.” Dean smirked. You shook your head smiling and playfully bumped into him.

He put his arm around you and the three of you walked into the motel.

——-

“So, there’s the three drowning victims this year,” Sam started.

“And before that?” Dean asked.

You sat next to Sam as he clicked through old news articles from his laptop.

“Uhhh yeah, six more, spread out over the past 35 years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it’s picking up its pace,” Sam sighed leaning back in his chair.

“So, we got a lake monster on a binge?” Dean asked.

“This whole lake monster theory, it just bugs me,” Sam sighed.

“Why?” you asked. Dean stood behind Sam.

“Loch Ness, uhh Lake Champlain - there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts. But here, almost nothing. Whatever it is out there, no one’s living to talk about it.” Sam sighed. He opened up a list of victims. 

Dean squinted his eyes and pointed to the screen, “wait , Bar, Christopher Bar. Where have I heard that name before?” Dean asked, pointing to the screen.

Sam clicked the link on the article and it was a picture of Lucas. His hair and clothes were wet and he was wrapped in a towel.

“Christopher Bar was Andreas husband, Lucas’ father. Apperently he took Lucas out swimming, Lucas was on a wooden floating platform when Chris drowned. It took two hours before the kid go rescued.” Sam read off and zoomed in on Lucas’ photo.

You frowned. That poor kid, you thought. He must have been terrified.

“Maybe we have an eye witness after all,” Sam stated.

“That’s just terrible! No wonder he was so freaked out,” you said sympathetically.

“Watching one of your parents die isn’t something you just get over,” Dean stated.

You snapped your head in his direction. Something about that sentence just resonated with you. You knew he was most likely talking about your mother, but the way he said it made you think that he thought your dad was dead in a ditch somewhere.

You watched him closely and when he noticed you looking at him, he sent you a soft smile.

——-

“Can we join you?” Sam asked, spotting Andrea sitting on a bench.

“I’m here with my son,” she smiled.

“Oh, mind if I say hi?” you said, walking to him.

Sam and Dean sat next to Andrea, talking to her.

“Hey buddy! How’s it going?” you asked, squatting down to his level.

He continued sitting there, drawing when you noticed a bunch of toy soldiers next to him.

You chuckled, “my brothers used to play with these and then they passed them down to me” You smiled at the memory.

He continued to draw, ignoring you.

You sighed, sitting next to him. 

“So you like to draw?” You asked smiling down at him looking at his drawings.

“Wow these are pretty good! You could be an artist when you grow up.” You said grabbing paper and a crayon to join him.

“I always wanted to be an artist growing up,” you said softly.

He continued to ignore you.

“You know, I think that you can hear me, you just don’t wanna talk and that’s alright buddy,” you started.

“I don’t know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something really bad. I think I know how you feel,” you said empathetically.

“I’ve been through it too.” You signed.

“Anyway, we’ll, maybe you don’t think anyone will listen to you, or uhh believe you. I want you to know that I will. You don’t even have to say anything, you could just draw a picture of what you saw that day, with your Dad on the lake,” you said.

He continued to draw.

“Okay, no problem. This is for you,” you gave him your drawing. It was of your family that you loved so much and wished we’re together.

“I think it’s a pretty good drawing if I do say so myself,” you chuckled.

“I’ll see you around Lukas,” you stood up to leave, giving him a pat on his head before walking away.

You walked over to your brothers and Andrea.

“Lucas hasn’t said a word, not even to me, not since the accident,” Andrea sighed.

“Yeah, we heard. Sorry,” Dean said.

“What are the doctors saying?” Sam asked.

“That it’s a kind of post-traumatic stress,” she sighed.

“That can’t be easy for either of you,” You said softly feeling bad for her family.

“We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot,” Andrea nodded.

 She looked back at Dean.

“It’s just… when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw….” Andrea said softly.

“Yeah, kids are strong. You’d be surprised with what they can deal with,” Dean gave a soft smile, glancing to you.

“I just wish…. oh hey, sweetie,” Andrea said, as Lucas walked up.

He handed you a drawing of a cabin.

“Thanks!” You gave him an encouraging smile.

He continued looking down and walked away.

——

“So, I think it’s safe to say we can rule out Nessie,” Sam said, walking into the hotel room.

“What do you mean?” you asked as Sam sat next to you and Dean.

“I just drove past the Carlton House. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead,” Sam said.

You gasped putting your hand over your mouth.

This was awful and now their father had lost both children.

“He drowned?” Dean asked.

“Yep, in the sink,” Sam replied.

“Oh my gosh, what?” you said, sighing.

“So, this isn’t a creature. We’re dealing with something else.” Dean said.

“Yeah, but what?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know. A water wraith maybe? Some kind of demon?” Dean suggested.

“Maybe it’s a spirit,” you said.

“Well we do know one thing. It has to do with Bill Carlton. I mean it took both of his children.” Sam said.

“Yeah, he has to be involved somehow,” Dean started.

“Wait, I’ve been asking around,” Sam said glancing at both of you.

“Lucas’ dad, was Bill Carlton’s godson,” Sam pointed out.

“Let’s go pay Mr. Carlton a visit.” Dean said standing up.

——

You saw Mr, Carlton in the same spot you saw him at last time. Sitting on the dock staring into the water. This time having lost both children. Your heart hurt for the man even more. This was so sad.

“Mr.Carlton? We’d like to ask you a few questions if you don’t mind,” Sam said, as you walked up to him.

“We’re with the department of-” Dean started.

“I don’t care which department you’re with. I’ve answered enough questions today,” he replied hastily.

“Mr.Carlton, your son said he saw something in that lake,” you started.

He continued staring out into the water.

“What about you? Have you ever seen anything out there?” You asked him softly trying to understand his pain.

“My children are gone, it’s worse than dying.” He said. “Please leave.”

You all nodded and walked away.

“He’s defientely been through hell, but I think he’s hiding something.” Dean stated.

Walking to the car, something just didn’t feel right to you. You glanced up and noticed the cabin

“Huh,” you started, pulling out the drawing Lucas drew, “Maybe Bill’s not the only one who knows something.” You finished, matching the cabin to Lucas’ drawing.

——

“I’m sorry, but I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” Andrea said.

“I just need to talk to him, for a few minutes,” you said.

“He won’t say anything, What good’s it gonna do?” she argued.

“Andrea, we think more people might get hurt,” Sam explained.

“We think something’s out there,” Dean said.

“My husband, the others. They just drowned, that’s all,” she said, getting upset.

“If you truly believe that, then we’ll go,” Dean started.

“But if you think there’s even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to Lucas.” You finished Dean’s words. 

——

“Hey, buddy. Do you remember me?” you asked, taking a seat next to him.

He didn’t acknowledge you and continued to draw. You noticed his drawings, all of them were the same red bike.

“I just wanted to thank you for your last drawing, but I need your help again,” you said.

You took out the cabin drawing from your pocket and showed him.

“How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen?” He continued drawing.

“Maybe you could nod your head yes or no for me,” you offered.

“You’re scared,” you noticed.

“It’s okay, I understand. I get scared too you know. I’ve seen some bad things happen and I was scared too. It’s alright to be scared, but it also helps to be brave. I try my best to be brave. It’s what helps me-“ He cut you off, handing you another drawing. It had the red bike, a boy, a church, and another house. 

“Thanks, buddy,” you smiled, taking the drawing and standing up.

“Thank you, Andrea,” you said, as the three of you walked off.

“You’re so good with Lucas, Y/N/N,” Dean said coming from behind you and rubbing your back.

You smiled softly, “I learned from the best.” You said, glancing at him.

He looked at you confused, “What is that supposed to mean?” He asked.

“I’m just so lucky to have you De. With dad gone, you’re the only person who hasn’t left my side my entire life. You’re the only constant and you raised me. I’m good with kids because your my role model.” You said.

Dean stopped walking and pulled you back into his chest. “Hey, everything’s going to be alright.” He said, hugging you, knowing you were feeling the effects of your dad being gone.

“I love you kid,” He gave you a big squeeze before letting you go.

“I love you too.”

The three of you got into the car and drove off.

—-

You looked over the drawing that Lucas gave you.

“Okay, so we have another house to find,” Sam said.

“There’s about a thousand yellow two-stories, houses in this county alone,” Dean groaned.

“See the church? I bet there’s less than a thousand of those around here,” you sassed.

Sam chuckled while Dean sent you a bitch face.

—-

You arrived in front of the church and found the little yellow house just like the drawing showed.

The three of you walked up to the house, knocking on the door. An elderly lady answered and invited you all in.

“We’re sorry to bother you, ma’am, but does a little boy live here by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle,” Dean asked her.

“No, sir. Not for a very long time. Peter’s been gone 35 years now,” she sighed.

“The police never…. I never had any idea what happened,” she explained, looking at a photo of him.

“He just disappeared,” she turned to the three of you. The pain in her voice made you want to cry. The elderly always got you good.

“Losing him, its, you know, it’s worse than dying,” she said shakily. You turned away as a tear slid down your cheek. You wiped it as fast as you could and turned back to her.

She looked down at the floor crying, reliving the memory of her son. You started gnawing on your lip so the tears didn’t start flowing again.

You decided to speak up to distract yourself. “Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?” You asked.

“He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up,” she replied. You nodded your head softly and looked around the room. You noticed a picture of Peter and another boy in the mirror.

You stared at the photo and then turned it over. 

“Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, 1970,” you read out loud.  

You all glanced at each other, connecting more of the dots.

“Thank you so much for your time, ma’am. And I’m very sorry for your loss.” You added as the three of you headed out the door.

——

“Okay so this little boy, Peter, vanishes and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow,” You started.

“Yeah, it kinda seemed like he was hiding something,” Dean replied.

“And Bill, the people he loves, they’re all getting punished,” you said.

“So maybe Bill killed him?” Sam suggested.

“Yeah, Peter’s spirit would be furious. I’d want revenge, it’s possible,” Dean agreed.

Dean drove down the now familiar road, back to the Carlton house. As the three of you got out of the car, you started looking for him.

“Mr, Calrton!” Sam yelled.

“Uhhhh guys,” you said, seeing Mr. Carlton on a boat, going out in the water.

“Crap,” Dean said as you all took off to the dock, yelling for Mr. Carlton to turn back.

“Mr. Carlton! You need to come back! Turn around!” You shouted.

“Turn the boat around! Get out of the water!” Dean and Sam yelled.

He looked back at the three of you and turned back around. He continued out and you saw what looked like an explosion. The boat was thrown airborne, being shot up into the sky. The three of you jumped and Dean tucked you into him trying to shield you from the loose pieces flying off. The impact threw Bill from the boat as it came crashing down on top of him and the lake swallowed everything up like it never even happened.

Dean was breathing heavily, “Damn it.” He said, letting you go.

—-

The three of you walked into the police station and saw Andrea sitting with Lucas. You noticed he looked incredibly upset.

“Sam, Dean, Y/N,” Andrea said, surprised to see you three.

“What are you doing here?” the sheriff asked her.

“I brought you dinner,” she replied.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I just don’t really have the time,” he sighed.

She looked at the three of you and then back to her dad.

“I heard about Bill Carlton, is it true? Is something going on with the lake?” Andrea asked.

“Right now, we don’t know what the truth is, but I think it might be better if you and Lucas went home,” the sheriff said.

Lucas’ head shot up, he looked absolutely terrified. He ran to you, pulling on your sleeve.

“Lucas, hey. What is it? What’s wrong?” you asked, squatting down to be eye level with him.

He was staring you in the eyes almost like he was pleading with you. He continued to freak out and pull you.

“Lucas, it’s okay. It’s okay,” Andrea said, trying to pull him away from you.

“Hey, hey, Lucas. It’s okay,” you said rubbing his arm.

Andrea rushed him out of the police station. He turned back to you and continued his pleading look. You knew something was wrong.

You watched him leave, looking concerned before noticing the sheriff storm into his office obviously stressed out. The three of you followed behind him.

“Okay, just so we’re clear. You see…. something attack Bill’s boat, sending him, who is a very good swimmer by the way, into the drink and you never see him again?” The sheriff asked.

“Yeah, that about sums it up,” Dean replied.

“And I’m supposed to believe this even though I’ve already sonar swept that entire lake and what you’re describing is impossible and you’re not really wildlife service,” he added.

Uh oh. How did he find out?

“That’s right, I checked. The departments never heard of you three,” he said, crossing his arms.

“See, now we can explain that,” Dean started, looking at you and Sam for an answer.

“Enough, please. The only reason you’re breathing free air is one of Bill’s neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did. So we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton’s disappearance, or, we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you can get in your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don’t ever darken my doorstep again,” he said, raising his voice.

This was serious and you were getting kind of scared by his threats.

You looked at Sam.

“Door number two sounds good,” Sam replied. You and Dean nodded in agreement. 

“That’s the one I’d pick,” the sheriff practically growled.

——

As you were making your way out of town you just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Lucas was terrified and he was looking at you for help. You had to check on him.

“Dean, please. We need to go back,” you begged him.

“Y/N/N, I don’t think that’s a good idea. We told the sheriff we’re leaving,” Sam sighed.

“I know something is wrong! Please you saw his face, he was terrified!” You exclaimed.

“Please, let’s just check on him and then we can leave and never come back to this town ever again.” You said, trying to reason with your brothers.

Dean froze for a minute and turned right, going back into the town.

——

You walked up to Andrea’s front door with Sam and Dean.

“Are you sure about this?” Dean asked you, but trusting you completely.

Before you even had the chance to ring the doorbell, the door swung open. It was Lucas.

“Lucas? What’s wrong?” you said, panicking noticing that he was hyperventilating.

He ran up the stairs and pointed to a door that had water leaking from under it.

He started banging at the door. You pulled into you as Dean kicked the door open. He and Sam ran into the bathroom and pulled Andrea from the bathtub she was drowning in. You were hugging Lucas, trying to get him to calm down.

——

Sam was talking to Andrea as you and Dean tried finding some answers. It definitely wasn’t an accident that Peter went after Andrea.

You were looking through their books when you found one that had “Jake - 12 years old” on the cover.

You opened it and your eyes widened when you saw a picture of an old boy scout troop.

With the sheriff, and Bill Carlton.

“Dean,” you called out to him.

“Yeah,” he replied.

You tossed him the book.

—-

“Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?” Dean asked Andrea as he put the book on the table in front of her.

“What? Uh, no, except that’s my dad, right there. He must’ve been around 12 in these pictures.” She said looking at the photos.

“The connection wasn’t to Bill Carlton. It must’ve been to the sheriff,” Dean stated, looking between you and Sam.

“Bill and the sheriff, they were both involved with Peter,” Sam said.

You glanced to the side and saw Lucas looking out the window. Something was wrong.

“Lucas? Lucas, what is it?” You asked him.

He turned to the door, opened it and walked out. You all followed behind him.

“Lucas? Honey?” Andrea called from behind him.

He came to a halt in the middle of the yard and looked up at you.

You glanced at Dean.

“You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there.” Dean told Andrea.

Andrea nodded and pulled Lucas away.

The three of you took your shovels and started digging into the dirt. You heard a clang as you hit something.

You looked up at Sam and Dean before they pulled whatever it was out of the ground. 

It was a rusty, red bike. It was Peter’s red bike.

“Peter’s bike,” Sam said, out of breath.

“Who are you?” You heard the sheriff’s voice from behind you. The three of you turned around as he cocked his gun. Your heart dropped.

Immediately, Dean stepped in front of you, grabbing your arm and keeping you steadily behind him. He didn’t let you go, “wow, wow, hey.” He said to the sheriff trying to get him to put his gun down.

Sam glanced at you and then looked back at the sheriff.

“Put the gun down, Jake,” Sam said as he raised his hands up.

“How did you know that was there?” He asked, still pointing the gun.

“What happened? You and Bill killed Peter, drowned him in the lake, and buried his bike?” Dean asked.

“You can’t bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried.” Dean finished still keeping you behind him.

Your heart was pounding. You’ve never had a gun pointed at you before.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about?” The sheriff said, starting to get even more frustrated.

Holy crap, he was going to shoot one of you. He was seething with anger. You were so scared and knew you were trembling. You knew Dean could feel you shaking too because he gave your arm a reassuring squeeze.

“You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney 35 years ago. That’s what the hell we’re talking about,” Dean replied.

“Dad!” Andrea yelled, running up to all of you.

“And now you’ve got one seriously pissed off spirit,” Dean explained.

“It’s gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It’s gonna drown them. It’s gonna drag their bodies to God knows where, so you can feel the same pain Peter’s mom felt. And then, after that, it’s gonna take you, and it’s not gonna stop until it does,” Sam said.

“And how do you know that?” He asked.

“Because that’s exactly what it did to Bill Carlton,” Sam said.

“Listen to yourselves. You’re insane,” he said, continuing with the gun.

“We don’t really give a rat’s ass what you think of us, but if we’re gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them to dust,” Dean said.

“Now tell me you buried him. Tell me you didn’t just let him go into the lake,” He continued.

“Dad, is any of this true?” Andrea asked, her voice shaky.

“No, don’t listen to them. They’re liars and they’re dangerous,” the sheriff said.

“Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me,” Andrea yelled.

You peaked around Dean. Where was Lucas?

“Tell me you- tell me you didn’t kill anyone,” Andrea begged.

The sheriff sighed.

“Oh my God,” Andrea whispered in disbelief.

“Peter was the smallest one so we used to bully him. We held him under water a little too long and he drowned. We let go of his body and he floated into it. It was a mistake Andrea, we were kids. But to say I had something to do with these drownings because of some ghost? It’s not rational.” He pleaded with his daughter.

“Where’s Lucas?” You blurred out from behind Dean.

You heard Andrea gasp and look behind you. You turned behind you and saw Lucas by the water.

“Lucas!” You yelled as you all ran towards him.

As you got closer to him, you saw something pull him in and under.

“Oh my God!” Andrea cried.

You ran harder and pushed ahead. Once you got to the dock, you dove into the water. Dean dove in after you and Sam turned to Andrea.

“Andrea, stay there,” Sam yelled before diving in after you and Dean.

You swam and swam, pushing yourself all the way to the bottom of the lake trying to find Lucas. You couldn’t see anything because the lake was murky and your vision was blurry from the water. You felt around frantic at the bottom of the lake when you felt your lungs burning. You swam up and took in a huge breathe when you got above the water. You looked towards your brothers hoping that one of them had Lucas, but they were both empty handed.

You dove back down determined to save Lucas. You swam in the opposite direction when you see a blurry figure. You swam down ignoring the burning of your lungs that were begging for air and grab his arm. It was Lucas! You tried pulling him up, but had no luck. That’s when you noticed Peter below him, pulling him down. He didn’t care about you though, he just wanted Lucas so you kicked him in the head a few times. To your surprise it worked.

Peter let go of his hold on Lucas and you were able to yank him up. You pushed your legs harder, swimming up with Lucas. You were running out of energy and your whole body burned. You finally got to the top and clung onto the dock with Lucas in your other arm.

Dean was right there and pulled himself onto the dock, grabbing Lucas from your arms. You let out a gasp and was finally able to breathe. Your big gulp of air was cut short when you felt something grab your leg and pull you back under.

You panicked which was just about one of the worst things to do, but you weren’t prepared to be brought back down under the water. You were surviving off of a half breathe of oxygen and could feel your lungs start to burn. You thrashed at Peter, definitely not conserving your energy and definitely not doing what you were supposed to be doing during a situation like this. You couldn’t help, but panic. You didn’t want to die! You felt Peter drag you further and you let out a scream, bubbles floating above your head. You could feel your limbs growing heavier and your fight grow weaker.

As you were slipping away into nothingness, you felt Peter’s hold loosen and then disappear. Hope flooded over you as you felt arms around you pulling you back to the surface, but your lungs won and you took in a huge breath of water and everything went black.

Dean broke the surface with you and noticed how limp you were. This time Sam pulled himself onto the dock and grabbed you from Dean’s arms. He laid you down on the dock and immediately started CPR. Dean pulled himself over the dock and cradled your head, “Come on kid,” Dean cried as Sam was performing CPR on you, “Come on!” He was wiping your hair from your face as Sam continued trying to save your life.

“Wake up, let me see those big brown eyes that I love so much, yeah? Come on kiddo,” He pleaded.

Just as Sam finished a breath, you jolted to the side coughing up water and gasping for air. Sam sat back in relief, trying to catch his breath as Dean reached to pat you on the back.

“That’s it kid, that it. It’s alright, cough it all out.” He said. “You’re okay, your okay.” He reassured you as he noticed tears streaming down your face.

Your body was weak with exhaustion so you collapsed onto your back and took in one deep breath. The near death experience definitely traumatizing you as you looked at your brothers shivering. As Dean was taking off his leather jacket, you saw Lucas in Andreas arms and you softly smiled knowing you saved him.

“Hey bug I’m going to pick you up alright?” Sam asked you.

You looked up at him and nodded.

As he pulled you up, Dean handed him his jacket and Sam wrapped you up in it.

You were freezing cold and trembling in Sam’s arms as he walked to the car. “Hey, hey, you’re okay. I got you Y/N/N and I would never let anything happen to you. And neither would Dean. Ever.” He softly spoke. He knew that this was terrifying for you and his heart broke. You were just a kid.

Dean started the car and blasted the heat. Sam laid you in the backseat wrapped in Dean’s jacket and then took his own jacket off. He placed it on top of you and sent you a soft smile.

They both got in the car and drove back to the motel. Dean glanced back at you multiple times through the rear view mirror making sure that you were still okay.

——

The three of you walked to the Impala from the motel, getting ready to leave this town behind.

“Y/N, Sam, Dean,” you heard Andrea call out.

You turned around, seeing her and Lucas. “Hey!” You smiled seeing him.

“We just made you some lunch for the road. Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself,” she smiled down at Lucas.

“Can I give it to them now?” He asked. You smiled even bigger seeing that he was talking now.

“Of course,” Andrea replied.

“Well, let’s go load these into the car, yeah?” You reached out to Lucas to hold his hand. He grabbed it and you walked off together. Sam trailed behind you, giving Dean and Angela some privacy.

——-

“Alright, now that you’re talking, you have to remember this phrase. I want you to repeat it back to me,” you told him.

“Zeppelin rules!” he exclaimed.

“That’s right! Up high,” you gave him a double high five and chuckled.

Sam was looking at you smiling. You were an exact replica of Dean.

“Take care of yourself, Lucas,” you said and gave him a quick hug.

You looked to the side and saw Andrea give Dean a kiss.

You smiled and looked back at Lucas. 

“It looks like we’re leaving now. Stay brave, kiddo,” you said. He nodded, running off to Andrea.

“Let’s hit the road. We’re gonna run out of daylight,” Dean said, walking to the front seat.

“You’re blushing,” you teased.

“Shut up,” He chuckled and shook his head. All three of you got into the car.

“She was pretty, I liked her!” You said as Dean drove off leaving Andrea and Lucas in the distance.

[ironarrow87]

Won’t You Smile Just For Me?

Summary: You're having a bad few days. Your friend offers you a ticket to see the infamous radio host live. Can he help lighten your mood?

Warnings: Mentions of blood, implied death

Notes: Currently obsessed with Daisies by Black Gryph0n. Decided to make a a story out of it and shove dear lovely reader into it!

As always, please do not copy or post my work elsewhere.

You actually had no desire to be here. You’d rather be home, in bed, shutting out the world. It was your miserable attitude for the last few days that brought you here, in this audience, for a live show you had little interest in. Your friend had offered you their ticket, pushed it on you even.

“You’ll have a great time!”

“I don’t even know who that is!”

“You’ve never heard of him? Are you kidding? His radio show is so popular right now!”

“I dunno…I’d rather stay home. Didn’t you want to go?”

“You’ve been home for days! I’m worried about you. Please go. You’ll have a great time, I swear. Promise me you’ll go?”

“…okay. I promise.”

So, here you sat, alone in a crowd full of people. Your legs bounced with anxiety as everyone murmured in hushed excitement around you. Hunching your shoulders in an effort to get as small as possible, you hid your face in a cup of tea the staff had served moments before.

As you took a sip of the much needed warmth, you hear the crowd around you buzz with excitement as a man with brown hair and eyes, tanned skin, and a charming grin stretched across his face walks onto the stage. You lower your mug as you listen to him address the audience.

"Well, well, well, my dearest audience! A very good afternoon to all of you lovely souls! I must say, it is a delight, a true pleasure, to have such a fabulous crowd gathered here today—oh, the excitement! I can hardly contain myself!"

He bows and then spreads his arms wide when he stands back up. “Now, now, settle down! Allow me to introduce myself to those who do not know me. Although not knowing who I am by now is quite the feat, haha!”

You swear his eyes zero in on you, and your face burns with embarrassment. You try to hide your face behind your teacup again.

“My name is Alastor, and the majority of you know me from my radio broadcast.” He gives a little bow again, eyes flitting across the room before landing on you again. As if he knew you didn’t know of him. Not really. He broadens his grin to the crowd, twirling the microphone staff in his hands with the familiarity of someone who has done this hundreds of times.

“Now then, on with the show!

-

It was easy to see why people adored this man. Adorned in a tight fitted red satin vest and dark slacks, he easily captured the audience with songs and stories told in a velvety smooth voice. The charisma that radiated off of him had the audience hanging off his every word and tune.

Though you didn’t want to come in the first place, you found yourself dreading the end of this live in-person show. The very idea brought tears to your eyes as you thought of the empty lonely apartment that awaited you when it was over. To your horror, some tears raced down your cheeks, and you rush to rub them away from your cheeks in the middle of this public setting.

"This show, my friends, was about more than just entertainment! It's about the unforgettable moments that we created. The laughter, the drama, the wonder! The heart-pounding thrills that leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about good old-fashioned fun!"

Alastor’s energy was infectious, and you could feel the people around you just about squirming in their seats as the show drew to a close. “"Ahhh, my wonderful audience, how quickly the time slips away, doesn’t it? You know what they say, time flies when you’re having fun, haha!” He pauses briefly to allow the audience to laugh along with him. “The afternoon was filled with such delightful moments, such charming chaos, and yet—all good things must come to an end, I’m afraid. I do hope you’ll carry the memory with you—like a sweet little song you can’t quite shake, hm?" The crowd matches his suggestive grin as Alastor set the stage for his final piece for the afternoon.

You swallow thickly as his piercing eyes landed on you yet again. He gives you a little wink before starting in on his verse. “Hey pal, hey friend, hey buddy, why so sad, so downright unhappy?” Your heart stills in your chest at the words. He couldn’t be talking about you directly, could he? You follow his movements as he steps off the stage and into the crowd. The radio host moves closer to you, bending at the waist to sing inches from your face. “That's not my cup of tea.” Alastor’s grin widens as you flush. Straightening up, Alastor continues moving through the crowd.

“You know that this could be your last day here on Earth, so buddy please.” He turns, charming smile gracing his features. His eyes land on you once again, and he winks. “Won't you smile just for me?”

-

You really aren’t sure why you stayed long after everyone had filtered out. You tell yourself that its because the performance has you energized, that Alastor changed your outlook on the future, but honestly, its because you’re afraid to go home. Back to the sadness that seeps into your bones and makes you want to hide away all day.

You sigh, gathering your things and finally ready to trudge home when a voice stops you.

“My, my, still here after my show has long finished? I must have left quite the impression.”

Your startled gaze meets Alastor’s. You meant to be polite to this infamous radio host, but instead you blurt out, “What are you doing here?” Thankfully, Alastor laughs receptively to your question.

“I suppose that’s a fair question. I left something behind, and I didn’t want to worry my staff about collecting it so late after work hours. It was my own mistake, after all, silly me.”

You nod dumbly, unsure how to detangle yourself from this interaction. You clearly spend too long figuring this out because Alastor is already asking you another question.

“Is something troubling you, my dear?” The words are so unexpected, so jarring in this moment, that you felt tears spring to your eyes. You desperately scramble to hide your vulnerability.

“Ah...yeah. Why do you ask?”

Alastor tuts lightly, adjusting his bowtie briefly. “Come now, I’m very good at reading people, my dear. I can tell something is bothering you.”

His insistence in focusing on your distress causes a few tears to fall. You curse yourself for being so weak, for falling apart so quickly at a stranger’s concern as you hurriedly scrub the tears away.

To your surprise, his arms wrap around you and pull you close into his chest, as if he was sheltering you from the world from any danger. His warm embrace smelled of bergamot, leather, amber…and something you just couldn’t quite place. Something…earthy? Or maybe metallic? You’re pulled out of your thoughts as Alastor resumes speaking.

“My dear, my dear, no, you don't have to cry. That ain't a pretty legacy to leave behind.” You give him a watery smile as you recognize the lyrics from his earlier song.

“S-sorry,” you breathe out, stepping away from his hold. He waves you off.

“Nonsense, my dear, we all get out of sorts from time to time.” You nod in agreement, quick to end this social hell you’ve put yourself into. This man, so charming and kind, was trying to cheer you up, but here you were mute and near tears. Ridiculous.

Alastor lifts your chin suddenly, warm brown eyes behind wire bespectacles looking into yours. “You may not have to tell me about what’s running through your mind, dear, but perhaps I could offer you some sort of reprieve for a few moments? Let me show you the entertainment, the pleasures the world has to offer, hm?”

He offers his arm to you, and you hesitate just for a moment. The grin on his face is so kind, so eager to please, that you take the offer. “Excellent! Now, one more thing before we head off into our adventure together.��

“What’s that?”

He looks down at you, his height easily making you feel small before him. “Won’t you smile just for me?”

You give a tiny laugh. And you smile.

-

You just about forget all the things that have been worrying, stressing, and tugging you down into the depths of despair for the last few days. At least — for a little while. It was no wonder Alastor’s show was so popular. He had a way with showing you the magic in everything.

He walks you through parks and gardens, pointing out the beauty and weaving stories for you as you went. You barely pay attention to where you’re heading, and to be honest, you’re not sure you care right now. He made you feel safe, alive even. Like all the sadness had melted from your body.

"You know I just gotta say, that you might not have a lot of time to waste," he teased, pinching your cheek suddenly. "So lose that long face."

You bat at his hand, laughing, only to find a bright red rose in your face that Alastor had plucked straight from a bush. "Stop and smell the roses while you've got the time." He grins as you inhaled the lovely floral scent he offered you. "Pretty soon you'll be pushing up daisies where the sun don't shine."

You blink, startled by his words, but eventually laugh as you take it to be more teasing from the radio host. Or at the very least, some wisdom he's trying to impart on you about life.

Alastor laughs with you as he guides you onto a forest path.

-

You have no idea how long you have been walking. It feels like forever, and somehow, like no time at all. Alastor did a great job entertaining you through your entire journey, hands animatedly moving as he recounted stories of his life through the entertainment industry. You hang onto his every word, desperate for a distraction from your own life. Besides, how lucky were you to be spending time with such a celebrity? You'd have to thank your friend for the ticket they forced on you.

Deeper and deeper into the woods, you start to really enjoy the woodsy smells, the sounds of little animals and birds flitting about, and the rustle and crunch of leaves as you you both made your way through. You had long run out of the typical paths, exploring uncharted territory together.

"Oh ho! What's this?" You follow Alastor's gaze to a little wooden shack just ahead. You shift uneasily beside him, the sun setting causing shadows to cast an eerie air around the small hut.

"Ah...I dunno if we should head over there. What if some lunatic lives there?"

Alastor laughs loudly beside you, making you jump a little. "My dear! Where's your sense of adventure? Let's just take a little peek!" He looks to you, eyes searching, hopeful, but ultimately leaving the decision up to you. You felt your fear slip away at his expression, nodding your assent. He grins at you. "Fabulous, dear!"

He leads you up to the door, and you felt a sense of unease as the door easily swung inward with a gentle push from Alastor's hand. Still, trying to be brave and prove yourself worthy of the radio host's time, you follow suit with a big grin on your face.

It died just as quickly as it came about.

On the walls of the little hut were rows and rows of fixed smiles upon placards. Little name tags adorned the jawbones and teeth. Vox. Valentino. Husker. Anthony. So many names that made your head spin.

"W-what..." You choke on your words, bile rising in your throat. What the hell did you both stumble upon? "Alastor...let's get out of here!" The panic was evident in your voice as you turn to look at your new friend.

Your new friend who had his back to you, hands moving as he cleaned something.

Your new friend who turned, brandishing a newly cleaned axe, tossing a red stained towel to the ground.

Your new friend whose glasses glinted with the last of the light from the setting sun.

"Alastor?" you ask, voice strained, small, and full of fear.

He grins.

"Run."

-

Your lungs burn as your race your way through the trees, blinking back panicked tears. Only now you recognized all the warning signs you blissfully ignored in favor of temporary relief. The narrowing of his gaze during his performance. Tracking you through each set. Marking his target, who was obviously attending his show alone. Conveniently coming back when you were by yourself. The sharpness of his grin when you agreed to come along with him. The smell of blood on him. Or was it metal blades? Maybe the forest earth? Maybe it was all of them.

You had been so foolish.

You pant behind a tree as you try to force oxygen into your lungs, listening for your hunter. That's what he was after all, wasn't he? And you?

His prey.

You hear branches snap in the distance. Then some whistling. Humming even.

"None of us are here to stay, so treat every day like it's a holiday. Until the day you slip away." To your horror, you realize he's singing more of his song. He's taunting you. Telling you how he's had this planned since the beginning.

You start running again.

-

"Tsk, my dear, my dear, no, you don't have to cry."

You stare up at Alastor, frozen in fear, knees stinging from where you hit the ground. Your back was pressed up against a rock wall. Trapped.

"P-please. Don't hurt me." You swear you see his canines lengthen in his toothy grin as he advances toward you. He continues as if you weren't begging for your life before him.

"That ain't a pretty legacy to leave behind."

Your heart is beating erratically. It may give out before he even has a chance to hurt you. If you were so lucky.

But you both knew you weren't.

It was as if time slowed as you watched Alastor, the infamous celebrity, the radio host, the adored entertainer, raise the axe above his head. And for a brief moment, his eyes and hair seem to gleam red.

"Stop and smell the roses while you've got the time."

It was over quickly. A sharp pain. And then blackness. A mercy.

Alastor laughs, ignoring the sound of dogs in the distance as thrill thrums through his veins. He savored the blood pooling on the forest floor. Your smile was going to make an excellent new addition to his collection.

"Pretty soon you'll be pushing up daisies where the sun don't shine."

[elenasalvatore94]

Magnetic Hearts - Franco Colapinto`s Fanfic - 1

We are all fascinated by Franco's natural charm and intensely flirty personality, right? So let's go... Chris Almeida, a passionate Brazilian journalist with a deep love for Formula 1, navigates the fast-paced world of motorsport while managing a complicated and intoxicating relationship with the rising F1 star, Franco Colapinto. From the adrenaline-fueled chaos of race weekends to the quiet moments shared in private, their chemistry is undeniable and their connection deepens with every challenge they face.

Warnings:

Explicit Sexual Content – Contains detailed and explicit sexual scenes.

Age Gap Relationship – Features a romantic relationship with a significant age difference.

Strong Language – Use of mature or explicit language throughout.

Jealousy/Possessiveness – Themes of jealousy and possessiveness in the relationship.

Alcohol Use – Depictions of drinking or being under the influence.

Public/Non-Traditional Sexual Situations – Sexual activity in less conventional or semi-public locations.

Body Image/Insecurity – Mentions of weight gain, body image issues, and self-esteem struggles.

Mental Health (Migraine) – Descriptions of intense migraine symptoms and their impact.

The Monaco sun's glistening heat filtered through the hotel suite's curtains, casting golden streaks across the floor. It was the first race weekend of the 2024 Formula 1 season, and the paddock buzzed with its usual frenzy.

For Chris, it was another day on the job. She had spent a decade carving her name as one of the best motorsport journalists in the field. Known for her sharp questions and no-nonsense attitude, she was the go-to for every serious driver looking to have their voice heard. But this weekend felt different.

Chris had turned 30 just a week ago. While some would celebrate the milestone, she felt an odd sense of displacement. She had dedicated her entire life to her career, leaving little room for anything else. Relationships had come and gone, and somewhere along the way, she had forgotten what it was like to feel excitement outside of her work.

Until today.

"Chris, you're up next with Franco Colapinto. He's finishing with Sky Sports now," her colleague nudged her from the door.

Franco Colapinto. The name had been circulating in the F1 world for months. The 21-year-old Argentinian driver had stormed through the ranks, landing a seat with Williams. He had the talent, the looks, and the kind of charisma that made him an instant media darling. But Chris wasn't easily swayed by charm or good looks. At least, that's what she told herself.

As she prepared her notes, she heard the door creak open behind her. Franco walked in, and instantly, the air in the room shifted. His presence was undeniable - tall, lean, with sun-kissed skin, his messy brown hair falling perfectly into place, and those piercing green eyes that seemed to see through everything.

"Chris!" he greeted her warmly, offering a hand as he sat across from her. His accent carried a melodic rhythm, and for a moment, she was caught off guard by how genuinely charismatic he seemed in person.

"Franco, it's great to have you here. How's your first weekend in F1 been so far?" Chris began, keeping her voice professional and her mind focused on the task at hand.

Franco smiled, leaning back in his chair, legs spread confidently. "It's been surreal, honestly. But I'm ready. I've worked for this my whole life."

Chris nodded, her pen scribbling across her notebook as they began the formalities of the interview. But something about Franco's energy felt... off. Every time she looked up to ask another question, his eyes lingered just a little too long on her face. He'd smile in a way that was more intimate than a casual interview required. It wasn't arrogant - it was... curious, almost playful.

"Do you feel any added pressure being so young in a field of more experienced drivers?" she asked, her eyes narrowing as she studied him.

Franco tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a smirk. "No more pressure than interviewing someone as beautiful as you."

Her pen stopped mid-sentence. Chris blinked, certain she had misheard him. "Excuse me?"

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "I think you heard me."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she cursed herself for the flutter in her chest. She was a professional - this wasn't her first interview with a good-looking driver. But something about Franco made her feel... different. The confidence in his gaze, the way his tongue darted over his bottom lip after every sentence, the soft undertones of flirtation. It wasn't the usual media banter. This was something else entirely.

"I... think we should stay on track," she replied, clearing her throat, trying to push away the strange attraction that was bubbling under the surface. "Your goals for the season?"

Franco leaned back, but the grin didn't fade. "Win races. But you know, life is about more than just winning. It's about the moments in between, don't you think?"

"Moments in between?" she echoed, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Franco's eyes locked onto hers. "The little things that take your breath away. The unexpected. The things that make you feel alive."

Chris swallowed hard, her legs shifting under the table as heat rose in her chest. There was no denying it - Franco was flirting with her. Boldly. Brazenly. And worse yet, she was letting him get to her. 

She forced herself to look at her notebook, her hands trembling just slightly as she tried to maintain composure. "What about your relationship with your team? How are you settling in at Williams?"

Franco chuckled, clearly enjoying the dance they were in. "Williams is great. But I think you're avoiding the real question here."

Her eyebrow arched. "And what question would that be?"

He leaned in again, his voice low and intimate. "When are we getting drinks after this?"

Chris felt her pulse quicken. She was used to drivers being cocky, but this was different. Franco wasn't just cocky; he was deliberate. Calculated. And yet, she felt herself being pulled into his orbit, her professionalism slowly unraveling under the intensity of his gaze.

"I don't mix work and pleasure," she said, though the words came out weaker than she intended.

Franco's smile grew wider. "Who said anything about mixing? I'm talking about pleasure after work."

Her breath caught in her throat. There was no mistaking it now - he was coming on to her, and the worst part? She wanted him to. "Franco, this is an interview, not a date," she managed, her voice strained as she tried to regain control of the situation.

"Yet," he murmured, the word hanging between them like a challenge.

Chris stood abruptly, trying to put some physical distance between them. "I think we're done here," she said, her voice firmer now.

But as she gathered her things and turned to leave, Franco's voice stopped her.

"You can pretend all you want, Chris. But we both know you felt it too."

She froze, her back to him, her heart pounding in her chest. For a split second, she considered turning around, meeting his gaze one more time. But she couldn't. Not now. Not like this.

Without another word, she left the room, the door clicking softly behind her. But as she walked down the hotel corridor, her mind raced with the dangerous allure of Franco Colapinto.

What the hell just happened?

The rookie had flipped her world upside down in a matter of minutes. And for the first time in a long time, Chris had no idea what to do next.

So? More?

[eyneyke]

Oh Christian...

Pairing: Max Verstappen x PewDiePie!sibling Summary: What if Felix had a genius brother who works as a RedBull's engineer and is also secretly dating Max part 39 of A Calm to my Storm Masterlist

It all comes out...

It was a regular Thursday before the race weekend, and the paddock was starting to buzz with the usual pre-race excitement. Christian Horner was standing with a group of journalists, talking about Red Bull’s strategy for the upcoming weekend. Max and Sam were nearby, seen in the background, casually chatting and scrolling through their phones.

Max leaned against a stack of tires, lazily scrolling Twitter, while Sam stood next to him, sliding though tiktok edits of Max. Max glanced over his phone at Sam, smirking.

Max (teasing): "Getting distracted by your nightmare boyfriend again?"

Sam (laughing): "Shut up, you’re just jealous."

Before Max could respond, they heard Christian’s voice get louder. One of the journalists had brought up Sam’s mysterious boyfriend — again.

Journalist:

"So, Christian, the Internet's been going wild. Any chance we can get your comment on Sam’s infamous boyfriend?"

Christian, half-distracted by the rest of the conversation, casually waved his hand, chuckling.

Christian (without thinking): "Oh, you I mean, I don't know what you want me to say. He and Max are happy, so there's nothing for me to say—"

Christian froze, his brain finally catching up with his mouth. His eyes widened, and he immediately stopped talking, glancing over to where Max and Sam were standing.

Max, holding back laughter, raised an eyebrow at Christian. Sam, who had been messing around with his phone still, paused and looked up. They both locked eyes with Christian, whose face was now flushed with panic.

Christian (trying to backpedal): "Uh, I mean… hypothetically. Not literally. Or maybe it’s a different Max…"

The journalists, of course, were far too sharp for that. Christian's eyes darted from the journalist to Max and Sam, realising that he had just unintentionally outed the relationship. The floodgates were about to burst.

Sam snorted, shaking his head as he strolled over to Christian.

Sam (calmly): "Relax. It’s fine. You didn’t say anything we weren’t expecting to come out eventually."

He patted Christian on the back, trying to calm him down as Christian started apologizing repeatedly.

Max (grinning): "Yeah, besides, I’ve been calling myself a nightmare boyfriend for months now. I think it's time for everyone to know what a great boyfriend I actually am." He says as he smirks in that overconfident persona he sometime gets for the cameras.

Sam rolled his eyes but smiled. Christian still looked like he might need a few days and a drink to recover, but Max’s casual attitude seemed to reassure him.

The journalists, now buzzing with excitement, tried to ask more questions, but Sam held up a hand.

Sam (shrugging): "Look, it's true and I know it's exciting now, but just because it's outthere and y'all know about us now, does not mean we don't like our privacy anymore. So, you can ask as many questions you want, but the three of us are gonna go now."

The gathered press erupted into questions, but neither Max nor Sam seemed fazed. In fact, they looked like they were trying not to laugh at the whole situation as they led still out-of-it Christian back inside.

Meanwhile, social media was having an absolute meltdown. The moment Christian had slipped, fans watching the live coverage of the paddock interviews caught every second of it.

---

Fan Tweets:

User 435: "Wait… did Christian Horner just accidentally OUT Max as Sam’s boyfriend?????"

User 436: "MAX. IS. SAM’S. BOYFRIEND. I CANNOT BREATHE."

User 447: "Max was trolling us the whole time calling himself a douchebag??? ICONIC."

User 448: "I can’t believe it. They were right in front of us, teasing us for MONTHS, and we had no clue."

User 449: "MAX VERSTAPPEN IS SAM'S BOYFRIEND AND HE'S BEEN SHADING HIMSELF THIS WHOLE TIME 😂"

User 450: "Max calling himself clingy and a disaster… at least we know the phone thing is true as Max is our offline king."

---

As they are leaving the paddock that day, Max's hand casually around Sam's shoulders, journalists and fans basically pounce at them with questions. They both seemed completely unbothered by the attention.

Journalist: "So, Max… you’ve been calling yourself a nightmare boyfriend in interviews for months. Was that all part of the plan?"

Max (mock serious): "Well, I had to keep it entertaining, didn’t I? Plus, I thought it was hilarious that no one realised I was talking about myself. I mean, you'd think people would notice there was not a new face sneaking around Sam in the garage?"

Sam laughed, shaking his head.

Sam (playfully): "And most things he said are true tho."

Fan#1 (laughing): "So, you’re saying Max is actually clingy?"

Sam (grinning): "Oh, absolutely. He's the clingy-est ever. But I’m stuck with him, so I guess I can live with it."

At that moment, Christian joined them and was also attacked with questions about Sam and Max by fans.

Christian (chuckling): "I owe them both a big apology for outing them like that. I honestly didn't mean to do it, but I've been one of the few people who knew about the relationship so it just slipped out."

Max waved him off, still grinning. "Nah, it was bound to happen eventually. Besides, now I don’t have to pretend to be annoyed about Sam’s ‘boyfriend’ anymore."

Sam raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. "And I now don't have to Max's ludicrous ideas of how we should reveal the relationship when the it was the time. Seriously guys, his suggestions were horrible."

Max leaned in, whispering just loud enough for the people around them to hear. "Okay, fine. Maybe my ideas weren't the best, but you know what is? You." He finishes off with a big smile as he pulls Sam closer and fans aw at them.

Sam playfully shoved Max’s shoulder, laughing as the journalists and fans snapped photos of the couple, now openly affectionate in front of the cameras.

By the time the evening rolled around, Sam and Max were trending on every social media platform, and fans were in full meltdown mode.

Fan Tweets:

User 451: "I CAN’T BELIEVE WE’VE BEEN TROLLED THIS WHOLE TIME AND DIDN’T EVEN SUSPECT IT."

User 452: "The fact that Max has been shading himself for MONTHS is the best part of all this."

User 453: "I knew there was something sus about how much Max was dragging Sam’s boyfriend and Sam not saying anything back."

User 454: "MAX VERSTAPPEN LITERALLY CALLED HIMSELF A NIGHTMARE AND WE ALL BOUGHT IT 😂"

User 455: "Sam saying Max calling himself a disaster is truth killed me. They’re such a chaotic couple."

---

As the night wound down, Max and Sam were still receiving messages from friends and fans. Sitting in Max’s hotel room, they both scrolled through their phones, occasionally showing each other particularly hilarious fan reactions.

Max (smirking): "Everyone's convinced I’m an absolute walking disaster."

Sam (grinning): "Well, they’re not wrong. You did almost set the fire alarm off last week."

Max rolled his eyes, leaning over to kiss Sam’s temple. "Guess I’m lucky I’ve got you to stop me from breaking the place down, then."

Sam (laughing softly): "Yeah, yeah. Just don’t break the car tomorrow and we're good."

They both laughed, completely at ease with the fact that the world now knew about their relationship. To them, it didn’t matter how it came out — they were just happy to finally share it, sarcasm and all.

As they sat together, ignoring the chaos still raging on the internet, Max smiled to himself. Maybe he was a bit chaotic and unhinged, but he had Sam by his side — and that was all that really mattered.

--- 

Once fans calmed down a bit and realised that Max had been roasting Sam’s "boyfriend" — who was secretly himself — they went wild trying o find every single moment where Max talked about 'the boyfriend'. All the sarcastic comments, the self-deprecating jokes, and the hyperbolic insults suddenly took on a whole new meaning. It was clear that Max had been trolling everyone from the start, and fans couldn’t get enough of it.

Fan Tweets:

User 456: "Max Verstappen called Sam’s boyfriend a 'total nightmare,' and it was HIMSELF all along??? This man was having fun with our feelings and bloody well enjoyed himself."

User 457: "Max: ‘Sam’s boyfriend is clingy, burns toast, and is basically the worst.’ Also Max: looks in the mirror."

User 458: "He’s been talking trash about Sam’s ‘boyfriend’ and it turns out… IT WAS HIMSELF. I’m screaming."

User 459: "Max roasting himself as Sam’s ‘terrible’ boyfriend has to be the biggest plot twist of the season."

User 460: "Max said Sam’s boyfriend is the 'most annoying guy in the world,' and that guy is literally Max himself. Iconic."

User 461: "I can’t get over the fact that Max has been dragging himself as ‘Sam’s boyfriend’ this whole time, and we all thought it was some douchebag."

User 462:"Remember when Max said Sam’s boyfriend ‘got lost in the garage and ended up in Aston Martin’? That was him!!"

User 463:"I’m dying. Max really said, ‘Sam’s boyfriend is the most irritating person I know.’

User 464: "Max called Sam’s boyfriend ‘the clingiest guy ever,’ meanwhile it’s literally Max texting Sam every 5 minutes on race weekends."

User 465: "Max is the biggest troll. He really spent months calling himself ‘bad boyfriend’ while being the best one."

User 466: "Max: ‘Sam’s boyfriend is the worst.’ Also Max: wins every race and texts Sam ‘goodnight’ every single day they are not together probably."

User 467: "Max has been giving himself the worst review as Sam’s boyfriend for months, and now the whole world knows the truth."

User 468: "Max said Sam’s boyfriend is 'a total disaster.' Meanwhile, it’s just Max burning toast at 5 AM before a race trying to make them breakfast. I’m crying."

User 469: "The way Max has been shading himself as Sam’s boyfriend for months is pure genius. He really had us all fooled."

User 470: "Max calling himself clingy and annoying as Sam’s boyfriend is the biggest plot twist of the year. He knew exactly what he was doing."

User 471: "Max was right there, roasting himself in public, and we all thought he was talking about someone else. 10/10 trolling."

User 472: "People were calling Max toxic, and it was literally a joke all this time.’ The ultimate power move."

User 473: "For me it's just how chill they both were when Christian accidentally outed them live."

Fan Edits (posted on Twitter and TikTok):

User 474: "Max: ‘Sam’s boyfriend is the worst cook ever.’ || Max: burns toast, orders food, makes sure Sam is happy and fed."

User 475: Video compilation of fan filmed videos of Max texting and just messing around with his phone while the background music is quieter as he is quoted: "‘Sam’s boyfriend is clingy and texts constantly.’" ||

User 476: "Max: ‘Yeah, Sam’s boyfriend? Totally a nightmare.’ || Picture of Sam and Max hanging out laughing in the paddock."

User 477: "Max: ‘Sam’s boyfriend sucks in the kitchen.’ || Max pretending to cook while Sam actually does all the work in the small community kitchen in Milton Keynes filmed for Red Bull PR."

User 478: "Max: ‘I’m a total disaster as Sam’s boyfriend.’ || Also Max: is the fastest man on the planet, WDC."

User 479: "Max: ‘I don’t even know how Sam puts up with him.’ || Sam: ‘Yeah, me neither.’"

---

Max (grinning after reading comments): "I think they’re slowly getting used to the idea of us…"

Sam (laughing): "You literally called yourself a ‘total disaster’ multiple times and no one knew."

Max (playfully): "Hey, at least I’m honest."

Sam (mock seriousness): "You did burn breakfast twice last week."

Max (smirking as he feigns offense): "Hey, you distracted me!"

---

Fans couldn’t get over how Max had played them for so long, turning every negative comment into an exaggerated joke about himself. Now that the truth was out, the internet was in a frenzy, loving every second of it.

Fans shared more clips, commenting on Max’s self-deprecating humor.

---

Fan Tweets:

User 480: "Max calling himself the worst boyfriend ever is the ultimate ‘f you’ to all his haters, and I respect the hell out of it."

User 481: "Max Verstappen: ‘Sam’s boyfriend is a total disaster.’ Max Verstappen, also: wins every race of the season so far."

User 482: "Max called himself ‘the clingiest, most annoying guy ever,’ and we just thought he was being jelaous. I love this man."

User 483: "The way Max has been calling himself out this whole time is brilliant. Dude really trolled us all."

User 484: "Max trolled the haters by calling himself Sam’s ‘nightmare boyfriend,’ while actually being the best one. I can’t get over it."

---

Max and Sam still couldn’t stop laughing as more comments came flooding in, watching as the world finally pieced it all together. Even though they’d been outed, neither of them cared. Max had been in on the joke the whole time, and now the fans were in on it too.

Max (mock serious): "So… should I stop with the comments about the boyfriend?"

Sam (grinning): "Please. Or at least say how great you are to me."

Max (smirking): "Fine. But just because I don't want to be believed the worst boyfriend ever."

Sam (smiling lovingly at him): "And yet… you’re still better than everyone else."

[chrisevansonly]

𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 | 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒄

☁︎charles leclerc x female reader

☁︎there is nothing that brings in the fall feeling than a little cuddle on the couch and a binge watching party for gilmore girls…and yes, charles loves it just as much as you do

☁︎no warnings just very cute and wholesome:)

☁︎oh my godddd anyway we’re almost at the end of the fall celebration🥹 i’ve been having so much fun writing these and im gonna miss them so much! i feel like this is bad and crappy but ill be doing a christmas version in december so great ready for that ;)

If there was one thing Charles loved more than you, it was the little traditions you’d both started since getting together, many of them he’d adapted from you and your love for fall and all things october. More recently you’d introduced your boyfriend to Gilmore Girls, and if anyone knows this show, the best time to watch it is in the fall when the leaves are all changing and the weather turns a bit cooler.

“Do you need any help baby?”

You could hear his voice from the living room as you stood in the kitchen, just finishing up some last minute pastries and snacks for the two of you

“Um I think I might need some help to organize all of these things” you stated with a slight laugh, yes you were known to go overboard with food

“Wow, we could feed a whole family with this mon amour…”

Your cheeks flushed as you shrugged

“Well I did kind of invite Carla and Arthur to come over and watch…they’ve never watched it…”

It should be mentioned that you and Charles rewatched Gilmore Girls every fall, it was your favourite bingeable show to enjoy together

“What?!”

“I know I said the same thing”

Charles almost couldn’t believe your ears, if people thought Lando Norris was the king of sass, they’d be surprised to see Charles’s sassy attitude at home with you

“How can people just not watch Gilmore Girls? It’s just-it makes no sense.”

Laughing you walked over and pressed a kiss to his lips

“Don’t worry lovie, we’ll make sure they watch every episode carefully”

“They better, it’s important”

With a last dramatic sigh he moved to the kitchen to help organize all your snacks, which allowed you to pour the apple ciders in to your cute fall mugs, placing them neatly on a tray and bringing them to the expansive coffee table. Your next task as placing a few blankets on the couch and dimming the lights to perfect for your afternoon and evening of tv watching

“It looks perfect as usual baby”

Smiling you leaned into Charles’s side as you both examined your hard work, well more so yours because the last time the monégasque tried to help you ended up with burnt turnovers and very crispy croissants. He might be quite handsome, but he was a far better race car driver than he was a baker or a cook, that was for sure.

“Thank you lovie, now we just wait for Carla and Thur and we will be ready to go”

“What would I do without you?” Charles stated, leaning down to press a kiss firmly to your lips as you smiled

“Hmm..probably die of starvation and never know the beauty of Gilmore Girls…”

At this Charles simply laughed, he couldn’t agree more with that, although he could cook a pretty mean toast for breakfast, he knew, better than anyone that he was the luckiest man in the world to be here with you.

Even if he had to share his binge watching duties with his little brother and his girlfriend…but let’s be honest, it couldn’t be that bad.

[gayf1hoe]

Champion's Son

Scenario - Y/N is the son of the one and only Kimi Räikkönen and when he joins VCARB against his dad's approval he hits it off quite well with Daniel Ricciardo his teammate. Despite the fact he should be focused on the free Red Bull seat he can't help but feel mesmerised by his teammate.

The day before pre-season testing -

Being the son of the 2007 F1 world champion and a well renowned driver, it has meant that for my entire racing career I have had to work extra hard to prove I haven't made it to where I am simply because my last name is ‘Räikkönen’. Many have criticised my racing performance from Formula 3 all the way up to Formula 1 all because I haven't inherited my dad's driving style which he faced much criticism for.

Me and my dad have the same Finnish demeanour - in other words I don't have any time for the media or any other bullshit that comes my way, which has not benefited my media image at all.

When I first joined F1 last year I joined Sauber as my dad requested because it's where he started and ended his career but by the end of that season I realised I was never going to achieve good things there, so I went against my dad and joined VCARB the ‘junior sister’ team of Red Bull. It took forever for me to convince my dad that it was a good move but he has remained sceptical and during every conversation he has reminded me I'm making a mistake.

VCARB has been on edge about taking an inexperienced driver on but they have a much more experienced driver to help coach me to success; however, I will have to remind myself that I'm in competition with this man to get the Red Bull seat.

Tomorrow is pre-season testing and it's the first time I will see Daniel as my teammate. I saw him quite a lot around the paddock last year - I mean it's hard not to see his bright smile. But I never really got to speak to him as I basically clung to Valtteri as he provided me with a sense of home as his calm and straight forward attitude reminded me of my dad and made me feel less homesick.

Pre-season testing day 1 -

I was one of the first to arrive at the garage this morning as I wanted to make a good impression on Laurent that he hasn't made a wrong decision choosing to sign me.

I get to speak to my race engineer Pierre Hamelin and we discuss the schedule for the day and he runs through a few last minute settings that I need to know.

The simulator testing has gone really well and the team is optimistic for this season as last year for them wasn't great but Sauber was in the same boat as them so they weren't alone. There was constant speculation around whether or not Helmut was going to keep Daniel on as he wasn't really performing to the best of his ability or experience but in the end he knew that Daniel had potential and gave him a second chance.

As I'm admiring the car I hear an Australian accent behind me and it's Daniel greeting Pierre. I feel kind of bad that I have stolen his race engineer because VCARB thought that giving the least experienced driver the most experienced race engineer will help us achieve the best results.

I feel my palms start to perspire a little as he approaches me, he has his usual bright smile plastered over his face which has dissipated at the end of last season so I'm glad to see he's come back a lot happier this year.

“Hey, Y/N” he says, extending his hand.

I discreetly wipe my hands against my trouser leg so my first impression on Daniel won’t be me with sweaty hands.

I feel for some reason a little nervous, I have no idea why. I'm not extroverted, maybe it's being around my dad too much that has caused me to be so quiet and introverted but. I have never been nervous about meeting new people and he isn't even new to me.

I don't waste much time and hop in the car to go out and somehow both me and Danny set really good times that put us in the Top 8 which for VCARB last year seemed impossible.

After we finish up with day 1 Daniel suggests that we go to a restaurant adjacent to our hotel in order to get to know each other.

Over the course of dinner we have a general conversation about our lives and raving careers. He is obviously a little older than me so has more experience in racing but we actually have a lot in common. Both of us had an utter shit show last year. I finished P17 in the standings and Danny finished P15, so it's safe to say neither of us had a great year.

After dinner I return to my hotel room and I question my feelings towards Danny. He is very adorable, sweet and caring. In just one day of being teammates he has given me great advice that helped me do great things today.

I'm sure within time my feelings will become clear but feelings have never been mine or my family's strong point.

First race of the season - Bahrain

Petrified. That's the only word that can describe how I'm feeling sitting in my garage. I feel my eyes becoming transfixed on the pit lane. My dad is here as well which makes matters much worse. Don't get me wrong I love him, but having him watch me race puts me under immense pressure that makes me lose focus and make stupid mistakes in a bid to make him proud.

Danny gives me one final smile of confidence through the sea of engineers and it puts me at ease a little and I see my dad avert his gaze towards Danny, when he does so It's the same disapproving look he has given everyone of my partners - all of which he has disliked. I can't think of a single person I have dated that he has liked or even tolerated.

I quickly give him a quick hug, and walk over to the track to get in my car and as I'm walking along the pit lane Natalie Pinkham comes over to me with a microphone and asks me a few pre-race questions and by my response you can really tell who my father is.

“Y/N what do you hope will happen in this race?” she asks.

“I hope I don't crash”

“Do you think the other cars will provide a big challenge for you?”

I simply mumble and say “it depends on how I drive” 

I lift my leg over the halo and push myself down into my seat as the engineers help me get adjusted.

Before every race you feel sick and nervous and if you don't get that feeling you are either no longer passionate about racing or my dad, out of all the things I could have inherited from him the one thing I didn't get was his calm and care-free demeanour.

Lights out and away we go.

I qualified yesterday in P8 ahead of Lance and Kevin and behind Daniel, but a double Q3 for the team was the best thing they could have asked for coming into this season.

It's the team's order that I don't overtake Daniel but by a certain point I'm sick of being stuck behind him and may accidently (purposefully) overtake him in the DRS zone.

The team isn't really happy with my choice but I have the better pace over Daniel so it's only fair plus this is a race so if he wants to overtake me again he is more than welcome to.

“Last Lap Y/N”

I have worked my way up to P4 which has been no easy feat, I know that these points matter to the team. The gap between me and George in P3 is only 0.5 seconds and everytime time I go for an overtake he closes the door on me. If I had a live microphone during that lap it would be filled with beeps.

But in the last DRS zone he runs wide and I get around him and there isn't much space between us and I feel his front wing touch my side pod.

I cross the line in P3. The best result of my F1 career, but it won't be the last time I am on the podium this year.

“Y/N P3, Daniel P5 good result for the team”

Surprisingly when I see Daniel he isn't mad at me for disregarding the team orders and overtaking him and instead he congratulates me with a hug sending butterflies to my stomach.

Race 13 - Silverstone

Since the beginning of the season me and Daniel have grown closer and closer and I would say the development of our relationship has been purely platonic but I would be lying as during the summer break when we went to Australia together we may have shared a kiss and since then we have fell into spontaneous make out sessions that has confused both of us.

The paddock has started talking and gossiping about us ever since after one of the races in an interview Daniel was asked how he felt about having me as a teammate and his answer was:

“It's been great so far and he's not bad to look at either”

This sent the media into an utter frenzy creating headline after headline that have caused me a lot of headaches and my dad to disapprove of a relationship that isn't even a relationship. In the eyes of my dad no one will ever be good enough for his son.

Silverstone has always been one of my favourite tracks, it's steeped in history and the fans seem to have a sensational passion for motorsports which makes it all the more exhilarating to race here.

Yesterday in quali I secured P3 which is my best qualifying session ever and Daniel managed to get P5. The team has been pretty consistent over the past races constantly getting into Q3 and achieving top 10 finishes.

The first race back from the summer break you always feel like you have been away for ages and forgotten everything, but racing is mostly muscle memory and after a few laps it's like you have never been away.

Lap by lap I gain and lose positions and me and Lance are in an intense battle for third but he locks up which for me is a blessing that allows me to get ahead.

20 Laps to go.

Carlos is next on my list to overtake I manage to close the gap to 0.7 seconds and I watch all the lines he takes over the course of one lap and I see at one of the turns he takes the outside line so on the next lap I dive for the inside line and tick him off my mental checklist.

14 laps to go.

Max is next on my list. A not so easy target. He has dominated this season not to the surprise of many, but today for some reason Max is off the pace more than predicted, so it's a great advantage for me and I push my car to lengths it probably isn't designed to reach.

But I eventually set the Red Bull in my sights and push my accelerator as far as I can. And with a little bit of coasting into the turns and DRS I get within overtake reach of him.

2 Laps to go

I decide that now is the time to make my move, otherwise I don't know when I will come this close to a race win again.

“Y/N be careful when overtaking”

In the final DRS zone I make my move and barely get past him, he clearly isn't letting the race win go easily, constantly weaving left to right behind my back wing.

“Y/N last lap, Verstappen 0.7 behind”

I know that if I can hold him back for one more lap my dreams will come true and more importantly I will make my dad proud who is here today.

Thankfully Max can't get around me and for the first time and certainly not the last time I cross the line in P1.

Most driver's normally scream into their microphone or cheer loudly but I'm not one for that reaction. Instead I simply thank the team for all their hard work and promise to achieve this result again.

After the podium and interviews I finally see my dad and in typical ‘Kimi’ style he mutters something which is him trying to display his pride in me and we share a brief hug.

My mother has tried to get us to be more affectionate with people and eahc other as we are quite closed off and emotionally constipated, my mother also says I have no love or passion but if she knew what me and Dnaiel got up to in the summer break would send shockwaves through her. Not in a horrific disgusting way more in the way that she doesn't believe I know how to express love for someone.

Mid way through the conversation Daniel comes over and asks of he can talk to me in private but before I can answer my dad answers for me:

“No, fuck off we are talking”

Daniel walks away defeated and I scold my dad in Finnish which is his way of understanding how annoyed I am because as a child if I was mad I would always switch to Finnish.

I eventually conclude giving my own father a lecture on his attitude and go in search of Danny. I eventually find him scrolling on his phone and I tap his shoulder to get his attention.

He looks up at me and smiles slightly looking unsure, my father's words probably still echoing in his mind.

“I'm sorry for what my dad said, he didn't mean it in a mean way, he's just… well he's just Finnish”

He laughs at my attempt of apologising on behalf of my own father.

“It's fine it's Kimi I know what he's like, plus he's only trying to protect his son”

“So what did you want to ask me?” I ask.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go to this outdoor cinema I found and after we can go for dinner”

My initiative tells me this is a date. I want to clarify but I'm apprehensive.

“Is this a…. I mean is it a…” I struggle to get my words out but it's clear he knows what I'm trying to ask.

“A date?” he finishes.

I nod slightly and he continues “do you want it to be a date?” .

I think for a moment and nod and feel my cheek burning with embarrassment.

Final race of the season - Albert Park, Australia

This year has been fucking unpredictable, and an emotional roller-coaster.

Me and Daniel “finally” got together in the words of Max who said it was painful to see us naively crushing on each other.

When my dad found out I thought he was going to have a heart attack, he has made Daniel's life hell by constantly giving him warnings about what will happen to him if he cheats or upsets me. Each time I have to reassure Danny that he doesn't mean what he says so he doesn't leave me and run a mile, but he wouldn't be the first to do so.

The team has had a great season with only one DNF which was Danny but it wasn't his fault it was a hydraulic failure. We are currently P4 in the standings and in the drivers championship I am P6 and Daniel is P4.

Many are shocked and in disbelief at the improvements we have made, we have had more podiums than Mercedes and Aston Martin this season and Danny has finished in the top 5 more than both McLaren drivers.

Entering the season people doubted us but we came and delivered.

But next season I will have a new teammate as Red Bull decided Danny is the one for them. As his boyfriend I am happy but as his rival on the track I'm annoyed so I have had to find a way to balance the two juxtaposing feelings.

The final race is always the most special one, it's the one where everyone goes all out for the last race for a few months. Any driver or fan will tell you the winter break feels quite long but only the drivers will tell you the break isn't long enough and it's all the more special for Danny as it's his home race.

Me and Danny qualified next to each other so as I'm waiting for the lights to go out I get the wonderful view of him.

The team has been quite forthcoming about our relationship. They have of course been annoyed at how much we distract each other but they realised if my dad is there I'm focused so they have invited him to as many races over the season as they could.

“And its lights out and away we go, and it's a good start for Max Vertsappen and Charles Leclerc and it's the two VCARBS who will fight each other into turn 1, but it will be the home hero Daniel Ricciardo who will lead”

“As we enter the last lap for this formula one season it is a Red Bull family podium with Vertsappen leading, Ricciardo in P2 and Räikkönen in P3. And its Max Verstappen who will cross the line as world champion but its Ricciardo and Räikkönen who will round off the podium”

I can't lie I'm not satisfied with P3 but I'm happy for Danny who secured P2 in front of his home crowd.

As we are on the podium the realisation that one and Danny are no longer teammates hits me.

In a moment of brief privacy Danny hugs me and can see I'm not my usual self and more upset, and questions what's wrong with me.

“I'm just a little sad we will no longer be teammates”

“But we will still see each other and you have to promise me that you won't leave me for your new teammate”

“Well he is from New Zealand so you are pretty much the same”

Daniel gasps and starts his usual rant about how Australians and New Zealanders are not the same.

[missmurbertime]

Jealous? It’s more likely than you think~ how would those jelly skellies react?

Sans: He doesn’t handle jealousy well. To be fair, he isn’t used to that feeling. He is used to your affection and the ever present love you show him. It almost doesn’t occur to him to be jealous. Not until someone blatantly hits on you in front of him. And it throws him off. Hard. He suddenly starts to question himself and why you’d choose him. Working himself up wildly in his haze of jealousy. But then you’re there. Cupping those smooth cheeks. Talking him down with soft words and softer touch. When he is calm and himself again, he finds his hands gripping your hoodie sleeve and tears on his cheeks. You smile though. You remind him he is first in your heart. That he has no reason to feel that green. And with a wink, you’ll tell him he’d known that if he had stayed aware long enough for you to reject the person who hit on you. He will flush. He will grin and brush it off. But every so often he will get moody and clingy until he feels better.

Red(Fell): He was jealous the moment you started dating. Glaring at anyone, human or monster that got near you. And if you even try to tell him off or get on him about it, he will grin. Cooing at you for being adorable when you’re mad. Riling you up further until you can’t remember why you’re even mad. Or worse! He will sneak kisses and head dizzying hugs to throw you off until you were wondering why you were mad in the first place! But he does listen. Biting back comments and behaving more or less. Unless someone actually hits on you. Then it’s on. He is there. In front of you. Chest to chest with them. Snarling at them to back off. And if they are the violent type? Well. May they find mercy from somewhere because they won’t find any from him. Bloody knuckles wouldn’t stop him from defending you as his. Nothing will. And as much as you tell him to stop and stay. You can’t quite escape how loved he makes you feel.

Blue(swap): Normally he doesn’t feel TOO many negative emotions. (Who needs them when life is so great!) But, when someone asks you out for coffee, A cat monster with orange fur and a cigarette in his mouth, blues smile fades. The boyish grin. The cheery attitude. The sunshine aura. It all comes to a screeching halt. And suddenly, you’re reminded why he is the OLDER brother. He will shift at your side. Giving the impression of someone who is about to knock someone out. He will ask politely first, for them to leave. That you’re taken. But if that won’t work, his voice will pitch and octave deeper. And those pretty blue eyes lights will light up in magic, his arms moving as if they were flexing, coldly telling them to Get. Lost. Projecting an image of someone who isn’t to be messed with. With an intensity you didn’t even know he possessed, he will deal with the situation. Then he is smiling again, chirping at you to come have lunch with him. Making your heart race and your head spin.

BONUS:

Dream: the first feeling of jealousy he brushes off. After all! How could he feel that? That isn’t positive! But it creeps back. Again. And again. Like a poison in his veins. It comes to a head when a drunk human hits on you. Asking your number with an oily smile. Aura bathed in negativity. He snaps. For the first time in his life, he snaps. Because he is possessive. Because he has ONE good thing in his life and it’s YOU. Nothing is going to take that from him! He will pull that glove covered fist back and deck him. Knocking him out and snapping at him. Then, with a snap of his fingers, he teleports him out. To an alley dumpster for his actions. Breathing heavy and eyes wild. You’ll hug him. Wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace and tell him you love him. Which he can feel. And it zaps the envy from his blood. But every moment after that, he will never hesitate to step in. And as much as you know he hates when he gives in, you love the possessive nature just a little.

[milla-frenchy]

Roads part 7

6k4 | Joel Miller x fem reader Chapt summary: you and Joel's paths cross again, 3 years after the breakup Warnings: 18+ mdni. Infidelity (+ "phone infidelity"), spitting, oral (f/m receving), unprotected piv, ass play, rimming, creampie, ball sucking, cum eating, angst, flashbacks a/n: last chapter of the series. Thank you so much @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog ❤️❤️❤️ Not only for beta-ing me, but for helping me with this last chapter. I struggled a lot with this one. I love you bébé 🫶💕 Spotify playlist | ao3 | Series masterlist | Masterlist

Part 6

You froze when you heard him. You had prepared yourself for the idea of possibly meeting him near Tommy and Maria's house, but not here, in front of the hotel.

You felt your heart racing and your mind thinking about a hundred things at the same time. And the longer you waited, the worse it got.

You wanted to stare at him straight away. Show that the three years were enough to get over him. You took a breath and turned,

“Hey, Joel.”

He smiled warmly.

And of course, he was still as handsome as ever.

Of course, his brown curls, his brown eyes, his dimples were beautiful as always. 

Of course, he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt that hugged his biceps and showed off his broad shoulders.

Fuck… you thought.

It took all the energy you could muster to pull yourself together.

“How are you, sweetheart?”

Of course, his voice was as deep and drawling as ever. Fuck. 

You smiled, “I’m fine. What about you?”

“I’m fine. So glad to see ya."

He took a step closer, and you said “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Yeah…I guess.”

You stayed for a few seconds without speaking, and then you said to him “well...”

“Wait,” he replied. You didn’t move, waiting to hear what he had to say.

“Do you wanna have a drink with me?”

You raised an eyebrow, surprised by the proposition.

“A drink?”, you repeated.

“We have a lot to talk about”, he said, still smiling.

You felt your answer coming, and you thought it might be the worst idea of your life. You saw yourself years ago, at home, when your hands had brushed each other’s for the first time, and you hadn’t been able to resist temptation.

"That's true. Okay, fine."

"Is tomorrow ok? Coffee, my place at 10am?"

"Sure. Do you still live in the same place?"

"I sure do. See you tomorrow, then, sweetheart."

“See you tomorrow, Joel.”

You entered the hotel, and as you walked down the lobby, you were relieved that he hadn't suggested going to a pub. You didn't want to see any familiar people there. Yet you weren’t sure about coming back  to his place.

The next day, at 10 a.m., you knocked at his door. You had arrived a few minutes before, trying to prepare for this coming moment. You hadn't slept well, hesitating for a long time to go. You knew the emotional risk you were taking, but every piece of evidence that this was a bad idea was washed away by this damn inability to resist temptation. To resist the urge to know what was going to happen. Aware that this moment could hurt you.

He opened the door, smiled at you, and said “Always so punctual.”

You kissed each other on the cheeks, and his scent - not just his scent, but his smell - reached your nostrils.

“Come on in, please.”

You entered. Nothing had changed in the living room. Your photo was still there. You didn't know what to think about it. You sat down on the couch.

“So how are you doing, sweetheart?”

"I'm doing well. The work is great, things are going very well." You bit your lip, aware of what your sentence implied. You had been at his house for a few minutes and his calm and controlling attitude was taking power over you. You tried to regain control of yourself.

“And how is your work going?”

"Very good. The business is successful. We have several projects underway and some others planned."

"I'm happy for you and Tommy."

He smiled, and asked “Coffee?”

“Yeah sure.”

He went into the kitchen and you felt very uncomfortable. When he came back, you could hear the coffee running in the coffee maker.

"Huh, listen... I don't know if it's a good idea to be here. I don't know why I'm here actually. I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude but... I was surprised by your invitation and I don’t know how to act now.”

“'m sorry. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I was happy to see you and… I imagine a lot of memories came back. And… you know I always loved… enjoyed our conversations. I couldn't help but offer you a coffee, so we could talk a little. Is that okay?”

You were definitely NOT ok. Your hands were shaking and he saw it.

“Oh, sweetheart! I’m sorry I-”

“No, that’s ok,” you smiled sadly.

“Let me bring the coffee.”

You stayed on the couch, stunned. You couldn’t believe how terrible your handling of the situation was. Everything inside you collapsed, and you watched the scene helplessly.

Your phone rang but he didn't hear you answer. When he came back, you were heading towards the front door.

“I’m sorry Joel I… it was a mistake to come here. I should go.”

“No, darlin’, please.”

“Don’t call me that.” There was only desperation in your voice. The feeling of having betrayed yourself by coming to his house, knowing full well that it was a bad idea. It was even worse than you could have imagined, your weakness made you want to vomit.

He grabbed your wrist as you turned towards the door and you didn’t even try to push him away. You turned towards him, face down, and he saw a tear running down your cheek.

“Oh, baby...”

He took you in his arms. You wanted to pull away but he tightened his grip. Not too strong. Not forced. Just enough to make you understand that he really, sincerely wanted to console you.

You finally released the tension, letting yourself go into his arms and hugging his waist with yours. Then you pulled away, and he let you step back.

“Fuck… I’m sorry, Joel. It makes me emotional to see you. I thought I would have handled it better.”

He took your face in his hands and raised it to his. The feeling felt so familiar to you that you didn't even think about stopping his action.

“Listen to me, sweetheart. You know I didn't come across you by chance. I wanted to see you. Not to hurt you. I knew it was now or never. I have never gone against your wish not to contact you. And when I let some time pass, at the time, and I wanted to go to your house - even if you wouldn't have liked it - I found it empty. No curtains on the windows. You were gone, and I felt empty. Although I understood that you needed to cut ties with everything. As you can see, I acted differently.” He moved his head scanning the room, finally stopping at the photo of the two of you on the sideboard.

You were lost. So lost. It would be so easy to let go of everything, let go of your fears, forget why you broke up. Kiss him. You were intoxicated with him, and it came back so quickly. As if you had seen each other the day before, still being together. You wanted to let him comfort you, let his arms wrap around you, listen to everything he had to say. Whatever song it would be. Anything that would make you feel good, right now. But flashbacks hit your thoughts, and hit your heart. There was no point in lying to yourself about the ambivalence of your feelings right away. There was no point making him believe you were strong, that you no longer felt anything. He must have felt the opposite 2 minutes after you entered his home. So you played the transparency card, because you knew that despite your history, he could hear it, and there was no point in lying to him. Not when you were face to face, your cheeks in his hands again, and his deep gaze on you.

“Listen, Joel... Our break up has been really hard for me. I'm sorry I didn't want to show you all that. I'm such a mess right now and I don't have the right to show you that side. So that's why it would be better if I left."

"Don't say that, please. Please don't leave. I know that our break up has been brutal. I've been a coward, you were right. I was so afraid of my feelings that I didn't know what else to do. All this time I haven’t been able to forget you."

"Stop it, please."

Your phone rang again.

"You wanna answer?"

You shook your head.

"Listen. I'm not trying to hurt you. I never wanted to. Can we just... spend the morning ? And talk?"

"It's not a good idea."

"I miss you."

"Fuck, no. Don't tell me that. You… you don't have the right to tell me that. You ended our relationship. You had your reasons, and it happened. But don't tell me that.”

“I ended it not because I didn't love you anymore. I did it because I loved you too much.”

“It's fucking bullshit, Joel. It’s immature as fuck. I thought so then and I still think so now.”

You shook your head. “It’s pointless.” You pulled away from him and he grabbed your wrist again.

“Fuck, Joel…I’ve been through hell. I can't go back there.”

He removed his hand, but said “I’ll let you go, if I’m sure that’s what you want.”

"Excuse me?"

“I hear what you say to me, but I feel something else. Your body, and your heart, say the exact opposite of what your mind says. And… right now, I just wanna hold you against me.”

“Are you mad? After what I just told you? Don’t you even care?”

He approached slowly, and placed his hand on your cheek. Without you backing down.

“Joel?”

“Stronger than me, sweetheart.”

He placed his hand on your lower back, and kissed you gently before pulling back and saying again, “I can’t help myself,” in a soft voice. “I hear what you say to me, but I see the way your body reacts. Your mind speaks, but so does your heart. And they say the opposite. I'm not trying to trick you. But what we had is still there. You feel it too, don’t you? You’re fighting it, but you feel it.”

You stared at each other and felt a tear run down your cheek. He wiped it with his thumb.

“Remember when you used to ask me who I belonged to when we fucked, Joel? That no one could fuck me like you? You were right. No one can. How pathetic is that?”

“It’s the same for me, darlin’.”

He kissed you again, and after a few seconds you placed your hand on his neck before pressing yourself against him.

“You’re gonna break my heart again”, you said.

“I don’t wanna do that. Trust me, baby, ok?”

He took your hand and you said “Joel… Besides what I told you, there is something else. I am not single. Part of me doesn't care, obviously.”

“Is it serious? Or is it someone I know?”

He couldn't say his name.

“Someone you know.”

He frowned and took your hand. “We’ll talk and deal with it later.”

“Are you in a relationship?”

"No. I haven't been since you. Nothing serious.”

You looked at him, and you knew that it was over for you. He was right. Your mind and your heart were polar opposites, and your mind was no longer a match. You wanted to feel him against you. Feel his reassuring embrace. You wanted to feel his mouth and his hands on you. The consequences didn't matter, just as in the beginning of your relationship.

He held out his hand to you and you slipped into his arms. Nose in his neck. You thought you'd never smell him again. Never feel his skin under your fingers again. His hands on your back.

You couldn't stop him anymore. Couldn’t stop you either. The memories were rushing through your head. The good ones, and there were a lot of them.

You kissed, and when you pulled away from him, you took his hand and looked at him, before leading him towards his bedroom.

Once in the room, you placed your phone on the nightstand. The photo you took one morning was still there. He reached for you and held you in his arms. You felt his cock against you. Hard. You groaned. The sensation made your panties immediately wet. God, how much you missed it.

“I need to feel you, baby, I really, really missed you. When I saw you yesterday, my heart leapt in my chest. I need to touch you and kiss you. Is that okay?”

In response, you put your arms around his shoulders and buried your face in his neck again, before rubbing your cheek against his.

“Fuck, I missed you so much, sweetheart.”

He hugged you tighter against him again. Joel's heart was on the verge of implosion. He took your hand in his before placing it against his chest. “You feel that?”

You nodded.

“Do you want me to stop?”

You shook your head.

He looked at you and stroked your hair. He kissed your forehead then your cheek. He looked at you again, to check how you were doing. But you had switched. You just wanted to feel good, right away.

“Kiss me,” you said.

And he kissed you. Slowly, like you were a lost treasure that he had just found. And you breathed each other. You brushed your noses together, to remember the sensations from before. He looked at you, and you were so fragile in that moment.

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry for what I’ve done.”

You looked at each other intensely and he hugged you again. You pressed your pussy against his cock. And the physical tension rose, strong.

He took off your shirt, then his own, before holding you against him and feeling your skin. He removed your bra and took your breasts in his hands, caressing them gently. His mouth came down to take one of your nipples, and you slipped your hands into his hair, moaning.

Then he stepped back, and took off his jeans and boxers at the same time. You looked down and gasped when you saw his cock again. His big cock, which had made you cum so many times.

You were unable to move, so he came closer to you and took off your pants.

He left your panties on, first. He looked at you, kneeling in front of you and you caressed his cheek.

He placed a kiss on your pussy, covered by your panties. You shook.

He slid your panties down your legs before removing them completely. His nose slipped between your folds, before coming to caress your clit.

“Fuck,” you said. “Joel….”

“Shhh, baby,” he replied, before getting up and leading you to the bed, holding your hand. He asked you to lie down then settled himself between your legs and placed his hand against your pussy, feeling its warmth and wetness. He swallowed and said “Fuck, sweetheart… can’t believe I’m gonna eat you again.”

He placed his large hands on the inside of your thighs and pressed them so that you spread them even further. You were completely open, your pussy glistening with your wetness.

He grunted and said “Fuck. You’re so fuckin' soaked.”

His mouth came to rest against your hole, and as he breathed through his nose, his tongue slipped inside your folds. You instantly arched your back, finding that familiar feeling again. No mouth, no tongue, could fuck you as well as he did. And in that moment, it didn't make you sad anymore. You were just enjoying the thousand sensations coursing through your body. You tried to press your thighs even more against the bed, to open yourself even more. Letting him search every corner of you. Giving him as much access as possible.

He licked your clit gently, with the tip of his tongue, while his hands held your pussy open in the filthiest way possible.

He pulled back to look at your pussy. “God I missed it, baby. So much. You taste so good.”

He ran his tongue from your hole to your clit, collecting all the wetness he could. “Fuck…”

He became more and more feral, not knowing if he wanted to focus on your clit or your wet hole. He alternated between the two of them, until he slipped a finger into your pussy, and added his tongue at the same time, fucking you with both of them, spreading you open with his hand.

“You missed it, baby?”

“Yeah… yeah I missed it, Joel.”

He added a second finger, before focusing his tongue on your clit. He heard your breathing quicken. Your hands, caught in his hair, contracted more and more.

“Be a good girl for me, come on my tongue”, he murmured.

He fucked you faster with his fingers, held his mouth around your clit and swirled his tongue around and over it, until the orgasm gripped you. Your pussy clenched around his fingers and you dug your nails into his scalp, saying “oh my god…fuck.” He removed his fingers from your hole and replaced them with his tongue, lapping up all of your wetness until your spasms stopped.

He kissed you, and slid his fingers between your lips. Your tongues sought each other between his fingers.

"I'm gonna fuck you now baby."

“Wait… I wanna taste you too.”

"Later baby, ok? Later I'll fuck this pretty mouth. But right now I wanna fuck your pussy. My cock wanna hear your pussy screaming for it."

You looked at him and nodded.

He lined himself up at the entrance to your pussy, and pressed gently to get his tip inside. You gasped, at the feeling of his thick cock entering you.

“Are you ok, sweetheart?”

“Yeah baby, don’t worry. I can take it.”

He nodded, and pushed again, gently, without stopping. Inch by inch, his gaze boring into yours the whole time. Until he hit the bottom. He kissed you, cock buried deep in your pussy.

Then he pulled back slowly, before thrusting in again, harder. You felt his balls tapping against your pussy. He hooked his arms under your shoulders, using them as leverage to fuck you harder. You moaned into his ear, your arms wrapped around him.

Your phone rang again. He watched the name appear and frowned as you turned your face towards him.

“Answer”, he growled.

"What?"

"We don't want him to worry about you, baby. Right? Pick up, and tell him you're ok."

It was fucking twisted, you knew it. But his possessive side was turning you on. So you picked up.

"Hello?" "Hey, love. I was worried, couldn't reach you. Are you ok?" Joel grabbed your chin with his hand making you look at him. “Y…Yeah, I’m ok. Sorry,” you said. Joel put his hand over your mouth and pounded you, eyes fixed on yours. It was his way of making you understand that after all these years, you were still his. And you couldn't deny it. The minute he fucked you again, you knew it too. You could never belong to someone else as you belonged to him. As you were his. You were dazed and didn't even try to remove his hand or to make him understand that he had to stop, that it was fucked up. You barely heard what Stefan was saying to you. Joel slowed down and then removed his hand. “Sorry, what?” you said. “Are you sure you’re ok?” Joel had his hand back on your mouth and was pounding you again, harder. Looking at you so intensely. Then he removed his hand again and gestured for you to answer your boyfriend. “Yeah. Sorry I'm at Tommy and Maria's. I’ll call you later, okay?” “Okay, love. Be safe.” He hung up.

“Fuck, Joel…”

“Now he won’t worry anymore.”

His eyes were darker than ever. He kissed you then withdrew almost entirely, before sinking into you all the way. You groaned.

“Touch yourself,” he said.

You wet your finger in your mouth before rubbing your clit, while he moved away to look at your finger, and your bodies which were one.

“Joel… I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum.”

“Together, baby.”

You nodded. And you came together, his cock buried in your pussy. You barely heard him say “Good Girl. My fuckin… good girl.”

He stayed inside you, wanting to feel you as long as possible, and said “Jesus, baby….”

He finally pulled out and lay against you, holding you in his arms.

“God, it feels like yesterday.” You looked at each other and smiled.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, without speaking. Then you said softly “I’ve never cheated before.” He took your chin in his hand to lift your face and kissed you.

“I know. I’m sorry sweetheart.”

“Really?”

He looked at you like you were setting a trap for him then he sighed before replying “I know I was an ass about him. That I didn't handle things the right way. Tommy told me about him and said you smiled less around him. I imagine that played a role.”

“I didn’t know he told you that?”

“It doesn’t matter. I can’t say I wouldn’t have acted the way I did, in any case.”

You ended up falling asleep. As if finding yourself had made all your senses relax, all the tensions in your bodies dissipate. He woke up a couple hours later, the rays of the early afternoon sun warming the room. He was alone in the bed. He got up, and entering the living room, he saw you lying on the sofa, facing the window, under a blanket.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah…I got thirsty and fell in love with the view. Again."

“Can’t blame you. May I?”

"Sure."

You sat up to make room for him and he sat behind you, his arm draping over your chest so you leaned against him. You were both naked.

Both of you were looking at the window, the wind was making the branches of the trees dance.

He stroked your arm gently, and rolled your hair between his fingers.

You didn’t speak, just enjoying the moment.

Then you stood up and held out your hand, asking him to go back to the bedroom with you. He followed you as you walked before him. His gaze landed on your ass and his already semi hard cock became hard instantly.

Once in the bedroom, you turned around and saw his eyes on your ass, then on your pussy. You saw his erected cock. You stared at each other.

“Lie down on the bed,” you told him.

Once he was lying down, you came to straddle him, grabbed his cock in your hand and impaled yourself on it in one go, slowly. 

“Oh, god,” you said, “Your cock is so fucking thick, Joel.”

He looked at you, biting his lip, hands on your hips. In love. As if you two never broke up.

You leaned towards him and pressed his chin to make him open his mouth. You continued to roll your hips, riding him. Your eyes fixed on his, you made your saliva drip into his mouth. “Fuck babe… I love that”, he said after swallowing it. You heard him moan as your tongue entered his mouth and caressed his.

“Fuck, sweetheart, it’s so good… I missed you so much.”

“Joel…we’re not…”

“I know, baby. I know.”

You didn’t know how to handle these words, which already called for an “after”. You didn’t want to think about “after”.

You tilted your pelvis so that your clit rubbed against his lower stomach, and you grabbed his cheeks in your hands before kissing him. You moaned into his mouth. He caught your tongue between his lips and sucked on it, before releasing it and nibbling your upper lip.

You straightened your torso to stand up straight, and for his cock to go deeper inside you. His hands, previously placed on your hips, came to cover your breasts.

“Touch me Joel, please.”

He placed his thumb against your clit and twirled it under his finger, and you placed one of your hands on one breast, and the other on his own hand, still covering your breast.

“Oh Joel…”

“Come for me, I got ya. You’re doing so well, darlin’.”

Your upcoming orgasm washed over you even faster, hearing him. Unable to continue your movements, he took over, rolling his hips gently while you came, collapsing on his chest.

“I wanna fuck you rough now, baby. On all fours.”

“You’re so beautiful, baby…” he said, watching you on your hands and knees.

He took his cock in his hand, before pressing it against your pussy. He hesitated and pulled back, before coming to lick you from your pussy to your asshole. You groaned, and bent your elbows, resting on your forearms with your ass in the air. Giving him free access.

You heard him groan too, as he spread your ass cheeks with his hands and continued to lick you up and down. Then, lingering more and more on your ass.

“You missed that too, baby?”

“Yeah… continue, please. Get your tongue in my ass, Joel.”

He focused on your ass, pressing his tongue against it then working it in little by little.

“I can’t wait any longer sweetheart…need to fuck you.”

He came to position himself at the entrance to your pussy and penetrated you suddenly, his hands clinging to your hips. In one go, as he loved to do. And how you loved it too, in a way that left you breathless.

He dropped his saliva onto your ass, watching the thin stream slide down to your ring. He pressed it in with his thumb and pushed his first knuckle into you.

You bit the pillow from the sensations you felt.

“You’re gonna give me another darlin’,” he told you.

“I…I don’t know if I can, Joel.”

“Of course you can, baby.”

He slid his hand up to reach your clit, and changed the angle as he fucked you, to tap against your G spot. He was fucking you so rough, so hard and deep.

“Fuck…damn, Joel.”

The emotions you felt began to overwhelm you and you were no longer able to formalize what you felt, unable to articulate meaningful words.

“Oh, baby… I missed fucking you stupid like that. Come on my cock baby. Now. Come for me.”

His voice was softer and lower than ever. You released yourself, and even though you thought you wouldn't make it, another orgasm was coming.

“Fuck yeah baby… I knew you could give me another one. Come on baby. Come on my fucking cock.”

He began to spurt his cum into you, his spasms triggering your own orgasm. The spasms of your pussy milked his cock as he stayed buried as deep as possible inside you.

Both of you showered, like you did before, so often. Washing each other. You slid his cock into your soap covered hand. You ran your hand between his balls, eyes fixed on him.

The rest of the day passed with you talking, sitting on the couch. About Sarah, your job, your apartment. You didn't mention the rest. Not your feelings, not what would happen next. Joel asked you if you wanted to sleep at his place and you went to the bedroom, even though it was still early. You faced each other, his hand resting on your hip.

“You promised me something this morning,” you told him, as you gently pressed his shoulder so that he rolled onto his back.

“Take what you want from me, sweetheart.”

You smiled, as you settled down, your head between his legs. You took his cock in your hand before jerking him off. “I missed that cock, baby”, before adding “I want what’s mine.”

He looked at you, with dark eyes, and he placed his hand on yours, accompanying your movement.

You looked at him before running your tongue over his tip, collecting his precum on your tongue. You swallowed, getting his salty taste in your throat, before placing your lips around the tip of his cock.

You sucked on him, your mouth moving further and further down his shaft. His hand remained placed on yours.

“I missed your mouth, baby. No one can blow me so good.”

You groaned, hearing him, trying to freeze the thought in his mind. You looked at him before coming to caress his balls with your free hand. You released your mouth from his cock and ran your tongue from the top to the bottom of his shaft. You swallowed one ball with your lips, continuing to jerk him, before moving on to the other.

“Fuck, darlin’,” he said.

“You’re gonna come in my mouth, baby?”

“Yeah… gonna ruin your mouth with my load.”

“Go on, Joel. Fill my mouth.”

You took him back in your mouth and let him jerk off, the tip resting on your tongue.

“Fuck… Fuck, baby… I’m gonna fill your mouth. Such a good girl for me. I want you to swallow all of it, OK?"

You stuck out your tongue even more visibly and waited.

“Fuck… I’m gonna… Oh god…”

Cum spurted out against the back of your throat. You closed your lips around his cock and kept your eyes fixed on him as you swallowed every last drop.

“Fucking hell, babe…come here.”

You crawled towards him to kiss him, mixing your saliva and the rest of his cum. You pressed yourself against him, his arms embracing you.

The sun was setting and the room was filled with darkness.

“We need to talk Joel… I think.”

“Sure, sweetheart.”

“Like I told you, I went through hell. Literally. I don't want to go back there. The separation that we experienced will happen again. Because things are the same as they were three years ago. So… can we agree that this won’t happen again? We enjoy this moment, and we tell ourselves that it won't happen again.”

“Can we take a moment to slow down? Just… enjoy the moment and talk about it all with a clear head? I don't want it to end, baby. I didn’t do it to let you go. I don’t wanna let you go. Spend the night with me. Please. And we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

“Okay,” you said.

You were tired, and weren’t sure if discussing it coldly would change things. You didn't know how the root of the problem could go away.

Joel woke up during the night, your place was cold.

He went into the living room, but you weren't there.

He felt his heart tighten and anxiety overcome him as he returned to the bedroom. He saw a paper you left on the nightstand “I can’t. I'm sorry."

You left while he was sleeping. He held his head between his hands, desperate. He knew he really screwed up the day your relationship exploded. He was afraid of everything and thought it would be easier to be apart, to ignore his feelings, and to silence the fear of losing you.

But feelings don't work that way. They always come back to hit us, in the more or less long term. For him, it came back quickly. The time to let go of his fears and let his heart feel again. And he was hurt. Badly.

Having realized his mistake he came to your house a few weeks later. Ready to do anything to get you back. As he parked in front of your house, he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him. The house seemed empty. The mailbox was full of flyers. “No!” he thought. He ran to your window to look into the living room. Empty. He hit the tile and thought he was going to fall to his knees in the street. He ran back to his car and went to Tommy and Maria's house. He pounded on their door until it opened, Tommy in front of him. “Where is she?” Joel asked.  Tommy stepped aside to let him pass. “She’s gone, Joel.” Joel grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.  “What the fuck, Joel?” Maria shouted. “What do you mean she’s gone?” He wasn't listening. He couldn't listen. Tommy grabbed Joel’s wrists and pulled himself free. Joel's face was twisted in pain. “She’s gone. She couldn’t stay there any longer.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because she didn’t want to. And she warned me at the last moment.” "It's impossible.... Tommy… Fuck… Do you have her address?” "No. Not for the moment. And if I had it I wouldn’t give it to you. But Joel… She left the town, and changed jobs.” "What?" “She did everything by herself.” “How long have you known?” "One week. After she moved.” “And you haven’t said anything to me this whole time? It’s a fucking nightmare.” “Really, Joel?” Maria said. Joel looked at her, taken aback. “Are you really surprised that she wanted to put distance between you? That she wanted you to disappear from her life? Are you that blind?” “You have no idea what you’re talking about. You don’t know anything about our story.” “Really, Joel? I know enough to know that you hurt her more than anyone. You hated her ex but he didn’t hurt her. He may have taken away her smile, but you took away her oxygen. You've been way worse to her than anyone.” “Maria!” Tommy said. "That's enough." Joel plopped down on the couch. “Listen, Joel, she made me promise to ask you not to call her. She doesn't want to hear from you anymore. It’s her way of handling things and protecting herself. You have to respect that. It's over."

Your note in his hand, he thought back to that moment at Tommy and Maria's.

The fact that he respected your request. He hadn't contacted you, fearing that you would change your number. He preferred to still have this bond with you, even if he didn't use it.

The days and weeks following your departure, he was a wreck. He threw himself into work, but he never wanted to forget you. He left everything as it was at home. Photos included.

Until yesterday.

Until now. And this time, he wasn’t going to let you go without fighting.

He took his keys and drove to your hotel. Hoping you would still be there.

He knocked on your door. Luckily the number had come up in the conversation the day before. You smiled because it was the same number as the day Tommy and Maria’s baby was born.

“Who’s there?”, you asked.

“It’s me.”

You sighed and opened the door.

“Joel…why are you doing this?” You were tired and sad. You stepped aside to let him in.

“I know I screwed up 3 years ago. We have to burst the abscess. We need to talk about it and tell each other everything.”

“I don’t think there is more to say. You don't want to commit, you're afraid of losing the people you care about. We broke up twice because of this. I don’t want a third time.”

“I am no longer the same. I have changed in the last three years. Our breakup, your departure, they changed me. I realized that you were really gone. That I messed up by not fighting for us.”

“I gave you everything - heart, mind, soul and body. After our breakup I felt empty. When I fuck someone I miss you. What we had. I'm in half of my life and I feel that we missed each other. We crossed, but we missed. It's so fucking sad and pathetic, knowing that I feel empty when I fuck someone, no matter who the person is."

"I won't let you go without doing anything I can this time. I will do everything I can to keep you with me. Can I ask you a question? Without ulterior motives.”

"Yes."

“Why do you say you can't give us another chance, when you and Stefan broke up several times? And now you're back with him again? Why could you try several times with him, and not with me?”

“Because I don’t feel the same for him. I don't risk anything with him, emotionally. It’s meaningless.”

“Is that what you want? Meaningless?”

“No. Of course not. You know it. It's just… easier, in a way. But I would never have got back with him while we were together.”

He nodded.

“I won’t let you go. Not this time,” he murmured.

“It’s… it’s not really up to you.” You hesitated when answering, because of the confidence in his voice.

“I can’t let you go without trying again.”

You sighed.

“I'm fucking exhausted. D'ya wanna go to sleep?”

He didn’t see that coming, but he was glad you proposed. “Sure.”

In bed, you turned on the other side, wearing a shirt and panties.

He didn't want to pressure you so he kept his distance from you and fell asleep. He woke up a few times that night, and he watched you sleep. 

He was struggling, not touching you. He fell asleep again.

Once, you woke up when he was sleeping. You looked at him. You were still in love with him. Deeply. You knew it, deep inside. And you were wondering if you shouldn't let go of your decision. If you shouldn't do what your core wanted- go back with him, no matter what.

You wanted to touch his cheek, but you turned on the other side.

You woke up again, a few hours later. He was asleep pressed against you, your back to his chest. His cock rested against your ass, in his boxers. You stroked his hand and heard him groan, as he was waking up. You turned towards him.

“Sorry,” he said. “I must have… hugged you in my sleep.”

“You really wanna fight for us?”

He looked at you intensely. “Yes, sweetheart. I swear."

You hugged him, nuzzling against him. He kissed your forehead. 

“Okay,” you said.

You had no certainty. You didn't know what the future would bring. But if you could overcome his demons and yours, you figured it was worth a try.

“Don't blame me, love made me crazy If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right Lord, save me, my drug is my baby I'll be usin' for the rest of my life”

(Taylor Swift - Don’t blame me”)

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[yanderejustforyou]

Beneath the Apple Trees

Fandom: My Hero Academia Pairing: Kirishima x Reader

The day had been perfect—sunny skies, crisp air, and the sweet, tangy taste of freshly picked apples. It was a simple date, but everything about it felt right. Kirishima had insisted on going apple picking, saying it would be “fun” and a great way to enjoy the autumn day. And it had been. The orchard was vast and beautiful, the trees heavy with fruit, their leaves turning gold and amber as fall began to settle in.

But now, as the sun dipped below the horizon and shadows crept along the ground, the once peaceful orchard began to feel different. The sounds of birds and the rustling of leaves had disappeared, replaced by an eerie silence that stretched over the rows of trees.

You stood beside Kirishima, the basket of apples heavy in your hands, your heart not quite in the joy of the moment anymore. Something about the orchard after dark felt... wrong.

Kirishima, ever the optimist, smiled brightly at you, his usual enthusiasm unaffected by the evening’s growing chill. “What do you think? We picked a lot of good ones today, huh?”

You returned a smile, but your voice lacked the same cheer. “Yeah, but... does it seem a little quiet out here? I thought there’d be more people still around.”

Kirishima paused, his smile faltering for just a second as he glanced around. The trees around you were tall and thick, their branches tangled and dark against the darkening sky. The air had a cold bite now, and the winding path you’d walked to reach this point felt longer somehow. The moon hung low, casting long, thin shadows over the orchard. It was almost like the night had swallowed up everything else.

“Maybe people already headed out,” he said with a shrug, trying to brush it off. “Or maybe they just didn’t want to hang around in the dark.”

You forced a laugh, but it came out a little too strained. “Yeah, I guess. It’s just... a bit too quiet, don’t you think?”

Kirishima looked down at you, noticing your discomfort. His usual warm demeanor softened, and he took a step closer, the weight of his presence a comforting contrast to the unsettling stillness around you.

“You’re right,” he said quietly. “It’s a little weird. But hey, I’m here. Nothing’s gonna hurt you, okay?”

His smile was reassuring, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The apple trees, once charming in their abundance, now looked almost ominous, their branches hanging like gnarled hands reaching down from the sky. You could almost hear the creaking of the wood, as if the trees were shifting, their roots digging deeper into the earth. The wind picked up, but the sound it made was different—like it was whispering something you couldn’t quite hear.

Before you could voice your concerns, a sudden rustling echoed through the rows of apple trees. You jumped, your heart racing. It was a loud noise, almost like something large moving between the trunks, but when you turned to look, there was nothing there.

Kirishima noticed, and his stance immediately shifted. His usual cheerful attitude was replaced with something more alert. “Did you hear that?”

“Yeah...” you breathed, your voice trembling just slightly.

Kirishima frowned, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the orchard. “Alright, we need to stay close. Whatever’s out there, we’ll handle it.”

You nodded, but your skin prickled with unease. The faint rustling continued, this time coming from multiple directions. The trees, once so still, seemed to shift slightly, their shadows stretching unnaturally across the ground.

“I... I don’t like this, Kirishima,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

He took your hand gently in his, his grip warm and solid. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe with me, okay?”

As you moved forward, sticking close to him, the air grew colder, and the silence felt heavier. The only sounds now were the faint crunch of leaves beneath your feet and the unsettling rustling that seemed to come closer with every step.

You could see the light of the distant barn now, but it seemed farther away than you remembered. The path had twisted somehow, the trees blocking your view, their branches now seeming almost to lean inward, as if closing you off from the rest of the world.

“What’s happening?” you murmured, fear creeping into your voice.

Kirishima tightened his grip on your hand, his eyes scanning the darkness. “I don’t know, but stay close to me. I’m not letting anything happen to you.”

And that’s when you saw it—a dark shape darting between the trees, fast and fluid, too quick to be a person. Your breath caught in your throat as the shape circled, always staying out of sight just enough to make you question if you’d really seen it at all. Was it a trick of the shadows?

Another rustle, and this time it was closer. Much closer.

Kirishima stopped in his tracks, his body tensing like a coiled spring. “Stay right behind me,” he ordered softly, and there was no mistaking the firmness in his voice. “I’m not letting anything get you.”

You tried to obey, but your heart was pounding in your chest, your breath shallow. Something in the darkness was watching you, and the sensation was almost suffocating.

Before you could speak, a figure suddenly emerged from the trees—tall, cloaked in darkness, and moving unnaturally fast. It paused just ahead of you, its eyes glowing faintly, locked on you.

Kirishima stepped forward immediately, his muscles rippling beneath his jacket as he moved to protect you. “Get away from them,” he growled, his usual warmth gone, replaced by something primal and fierce.

The figure didn’t move, but you could hear the faint sound of breathing, heavy and erratic. It was as though the air itself had become suffocating, holding you in place. You felt trapped.

But Kirishima wouldn’t let anything happen to you. His protective nature had always been one of his most comforting traits, but right now, it was more of a lifeline than ever.

“Stay behind me,” he whispered again, his voice a low promise, as the figure began to inch forward. “I’ll keep you safe.”

And even though the orchard was closing in on you, even though the fear in your chest threatened to take over, Kirishima’s presence was the one thing that kept you grounded.

As the darkness seemed to press in from every side, you knew one thing for sure: with him by your side, you weren’t alone in this eerie place.

[siremasterlawrence]

Christmas Night Fight

This is a Christmas Boxing Match For A Very Special World Title for once in every twelve years a major box goes toe to toe with major other fighters going through the roof in hell like defeat.

I place my bet at the door on Jack L Monroe before sitting in my seat as the light pops on over the shadows of the boxing ring the spit light is giant. A fist pump into the air as a crowd goes wild in the boxer, steady with punches in the air.

Jack Mickelson the titan is a legend in the field, but he does not know that I am both the one betting against him and my almost ensuring my victory over this floor and his constant need for that overbearing and toxic desires, needs and wants above all else.

I can see that smug look cross his face in a cheesy stretch his fist in the other and starts jumping up like an idiot, howling, screaming, and shouting as crowd goes wild and the odd cheering only motivates me more and I could not tell if he was mocking me or not but I was about to win.

The announcer steps onto the ring with an awful condescending smile, foul stench and crooked teeth. The left hand picks up the mic as he squares off with the crowd who are losing all of the their minds, and great anticipation for their great hero, to win yeah, another victory, and prove his might.

He starts to hop on both feet coming at me with such intensity as I take a hop back my fist forms throwing a punch which he evade to hit me up and I avoid that as well but I go for it one curl punching hard fist hitting him in the chest.

The spot I hit on his chest glows hard as he hold on to it backing up he falls to his knees much to my delight I gleefully jump kicking him on both of his sensitive nipples areas as he cries the technique travels causing a electrical current down his spine.

He falls face forward when the alarms goes off ringing loudly in a resounding style the crowd is in a loss booing me as they throw cans at me I laugh shouting out loud to freeze which they do without being aware

of anything.

Tom struggles to rise to his feet barely able to stand up I punch him in his face the spit goes flying in to a air the man is done for as I watch it take effect he stops on his knees he is a mere puppet now. I unzip my pants exposing my cock as I stroll towards him and force his mouth on to it.

“There he is your number three seed in this World Championship.” He shouts lifting my hand in the air.

“Who wants to see the next match?” He is shouting.

“Let me hear you guys scream for it.”

“Wwwwoooohhhhooooo…let the games roll”

“Everyone! Please welcome Mathew James Howl”

“Gentleman! 1…2…3”

“FREEZE”

“What the fuck?”

“Why can’t I move?”

“Because I am the master of the ring “

“I rule the roost”

“Nnnnnoooo”

“I’ll have to educate you then”

“On what?”

“The proper behavior ”

“Unfortunately! I don’t obey anyone least of all.”

“One punch and you will fall into my submission “

“Never gonna happen…you….uuuugggghh…fffuuccckkk…yes Master Lawrence.”

“ I don’t know what you’re up to, but I do understand it’s something wicked because you two are up to something very evil and let me have a bad attitude problem, but I surly will not tolerate anyone getting in my way or causing more undue damage to my title.”

”Oh! is that what you were thinking? You have no idea what I am capable of doing you overgrown ape if you mind your own business. Getting angry, I see you throw a punch and failing because you are no good McGregor just another tough guy with pussy heart.”

“ What did you just say to me? I am to break to break you open, spit your ass open, fuck you raw, make you come and worship my skinny tone black ass.” I state to him as he races at me his speed up with every step I take but I launch my hand in the air throwing a one punch as I send him flying into the rings gate.

Meet all of my bodyguards.

The end