#he wanted to let me know that the bar was giving away free tickets if i could be the promoter in a game of flip cup

[ssvnormandie]

was out pinting w a friend tonight and a guy came up to me , asked me if i knew who Молчат Дома was, and then when i said yes he said and i quote "i thought you would. you look spooky like an addams family"

[backwzzds]

absolutely need a plug!zoro cheating on his gf with u nsfw …

no bc y’all are on a roll w these plug!zoro requests! position is based off this video btw 😩

ೃ⁀➷ what you want, roronoa zoro

thinking about the way that man would literally hate his girlfriend fr. like, he’s sure he’s only with her because his family loves her, but he just doesn’t. and i mean he proves that when he ends up outside your door in the middle of the rainy night, somewhere around 3 AM.

everyone would always ask him—why not just break up with her? and zoro never had an answer. his girlfriend was too fragile of a person and he hated that crying shit honestly. the only person he ever cared about making cry was ironically you.

his relationship was anything but secure. zoro was chill with whatever his girlfriend did. he trusted her, at first. she wanted to go to a party, he’d let her. she got a ride from some guy friend who was maybe his level of attractive? he didn’t care. but the same rules didn’t apply to him. zoro could be getting ready to go to work and his girlfriend would be up on him with accusations.

“i feel like you’re gonna go and fuck that bitch,” his girlfriend spat with venom, referring to you as he slid on his jeans. the green head couldn’t help but roll his eyes as she rambled on about disliking you. he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself lightly when he realized how crazy she was behind closed doors.

“well now i’mma go do that just cuz’ you said it,” he muttered, just trying to get underneath her skin. his girlfriend thought he was bluffing, but not with the way blood rushed to zoro’s dick at the thought of just being in your arms to cuddle tonight.

zoro doesn’t think twice either when it comes to pulling up to your crib. he parked in front of your cute little car, something he did to express his dominance over you in the way your cars together looked like a ‘his and hers’ pair. he was weird like that, but that’s just how much he felt for you fr.

by the time he gets to your door, his heart is already thumping in his chest. not in fear of getting caught, but instead at the sight of you in your tiny nightdress, two sizes to small to barely contain your wide hips and busty breasts.

you give him a blank look as you leaned against the threshold of the door. “ian call you for no weed.”

zoro gives you his million dollar smirk. “you should know that’s not the only reason i come over anymore.”

“yeah yeah to cheat on your girl, sure zoro,” you roll your eyes.

the green head kisses his teeth, “not cheating if i don’t want her.” with a step to the side, you helplessly let him in, and he wastes no time in kissing your lips. “missed you so damn much.”

“missed you too,” you can’t help but mutter against his lips. zoro wraps his hands around your waist and pulls your smaller frame against this larger own. his hands shamelessly wanter down to the fat of your ass as he grips it, giving it a reddening smack and repeating his actions.

zoro pulls away with one last peck to your lips. “how was your day mama?” he grabs your hand and drags you to the couch.

“fine,” you muttered with a bored expression, grabbing the remote to turn on the tv.

zoro furrows his eyebrow and snatches the remote from your hand. “what’s up wit’ you? you okay? talk to me.”

you shrug your shoulders. “i’m straight,” but your tone wasn’t convincing him otherwise.

zoro gives you a suspicious hum before pulling you into his lap. “what you doing tomorrow night?”

“probably homework,” you admit. “why?”

zoro can’t help but grin at you, flashing his gold canine pieces. “got us tickets to see that standup you been wanting to go to.”

your eyes can’t help but brighten at his words. “you lying.”

“i’m so deadass,” zoro laughed.

you kiss your teeth and slap his chest. “you don’t even like comedy!”

the greenhead gives you a shy shrug with a small blush flaming his tan cheeks. “they have an open bar, free sake so,” with a playful roll of your eyes, you kiss your teeth but smile. “so you gon’ stop giving me this bratty ass silent treatment?”

“whatever. you’re a whore for sake.”

“nah,” zoro shakes his head. “you ain’t hit me all week. you know what i had to go through not talking to you.”

you give him a sarcastic frown before pecking his lips. “aw, poor baby.” you move to pull away but are shocked when zoro grips your face and forces you back into his orbit.

how you found yourself half naked on his lip with your legs spread for him—you don’t know. damn mosshead was just that good.

“i got you,” zoro’s voice is all you hear as he steadies you on top of him with your back facing the tv. his one arm is all he needs to steady your body against his lip while he uses the other to start rubbing at you clit. “just touch me baby.”

a breath escapes from your throat as you find the courage to wrap your hand about his hard cock. his tip is an angry peach color as it oozes out pre cum, already excited from your touch. “like this daddy?”

“fuck, just like that mama,” zoro’s own breath hitches in his throat as he fights not to buck up into your grasp. “love the way you touch me. just like that baby. make me feel so safe.”

you’re almost shocked by the words leaving your mouth as you continue jerking him. the two of you hold an intimate scope of eye contact as you touch each other’s body, nothing being heard but the soft moans and breaths from your arousal.

“make you feel safe?” your voice is soft and sultry as you run your thumb over his tip. zoro can’t help but groan at his sensitivity, too late to even catch himseld. “feel safe when im loving you like this papa? you like that?”

“oh fuck, yes,” zoro whined, fully submitting to you. his girlfriend had never seen this side of him. every time he had sex with her, if he ever did, it was quick and to the point. no one was able to milk out this soft and vulnerable side to him but you. oh how you had his fucking heart and dick in the comfort of your pocket.

your legs are spread in front of zoro, giving him a complete view of what you were working it. somehow wanting to see you spread more, he grabs you by your thighs and opens you up more, practically salivating at the sight of your pretty clit glistening from his touch.

“you make me feel safe too,” you breath out with a blushed smile, trying to keep your pace with jerking zoro off. it was hard to do so when he was rubbing you nice and slow, just the way he knew you liked it.

at this point? it was all more than sex. zoro meant every word he uttered out, especially how you made him feel safe during his most vulnerable moments. only you bought this side out in him.

“fuck i’m almost there, zee.” you throw your head back and grind further into his touch.

“me too baby,” zoro breathed out, watching as cum oozed from his tip by the second. “you fuck me so good, no one does it like you—shit.”

you lick your lips as you lean over and spit on zoro’s cock, adding more lubricant to your already slippery movements. “like it when i stroke your fat cock papa? like this?”

“zoro bites his lip and nods his head. a whine fights to break through from his mouth as he lets out a broken “mhm. fuck, mama. keep going and you’ll make me cum.”

you take this as a challenge and speed up your movements with hopes to overstimulate him. zoro’s mouth falls open, and the tables inevitably turn when he’s shaking beneath you, watching you milk every drop of cum out of him. you hold your tongue out as he shoots his load upwards, droplets of his semen landing on your taste buds.

a greedy smile graces your lips as you continue jerking him off, more and more cum flying out from his sore tip by the second. “fucking hell—just like that just like that, fuck!” zoro moans loudly as he feels himself get drained.

you didn’t mind the fact that he came before you this time. watching this hard man come undone before you was enough to have you creaming all over his fingers right after. you too begin to breathe heavily as zoro maintians his circular movements against your clit.

when you’re both fucked out from your intimate session, zoro slides you onto his lap, your clit begrudgingly grinding against the base of his still hard dick. with his face in your neck, he breathes out, “i’ll break up with her. your eyebrows raise at his words. “if that’s what you want.” you waste no time in giving him a stern response.

“it is what i want.”

[roosterforme]

Batting Practice Part 15 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: A perfect day isn't enough to solve all your problems, but a Bradley who shows you how much he wants you and Everett might just do the trick. 

Warnings: Fluff and swearing

Length: 3200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

Check my masterlist for more Top Gun fun! Batting Practice masterlist.

As Bradley pulled into the lot at Petco Park, he flashed a VIP parking pass at the guard. You still weren't sure why you needed to get to the game so early, but honestly, you didn't mind spending some extra time around Bradley today. He made Everett happy, and you were really considering giving him a second chance. Because he made you happy, too. 

Bradley and Everett were singing a song about the Phillie Phanatic, and now you were singing along too. He held your hand tight while he parked the Bronco next to the ballpark, and when he grinned and pulled you out through his door with him, you couldn't help but smile. 

"I'm so happy you came," he whispered, looking down at you with a crooked smile that had your heart melting. "I planned a lot of stuff to surprise Ev, but if you and he aren't having fun, then we can always just get some food or leave early."

You shook your head at him, amazed that he didn't get it yet. "There's nothing that kid wants more than to spend the day with you, watching the Phillies."

"That's what I want, too," he replied, opening the back door and lifting Everett down. "Ready, kiddo? I have something cool to show you."

You walked a few steps behind them as they made their way to the turnstile hand in hand. "What's faster, a slider or a changeup? And how does the catcher know when to get the pitcher to throw a curveball?" Everett rambled. They looked adorable in their matching backwards caps.

"They practice together a lot. Just the two of them. And they get really good at knowing how to communicate."

"That's cool. I wanna be a pitcher and a power hitter."

"Kid, if you can manage to combine those two, you'll hit the majors for sure," Bradley told him, glancing over his shoulder to make sure you were there. With a smile, he handed three tickets to the guy in the booth, and next thing you knew, you were all being ushered through an underground tunnel. 

"Where are we going exactly?" you asked Bradley, losing the battle to slip your hand into his free one. The three of you were being led down a long ramp by a tour guide named John who had given each of you VIP badges to wear. 

"On a locker room tour," he replied, and then Everett really got excited. 

"I get to go in the locker room?" he asked, skipping ahead and making John chuckle. 

"I told them you wanted to see the visitors' locker room," Bradley told Everett. "Maybe some of the Phillies uniforms will be hanging up."

And they were. You stood in the middle of the visitor's suite that looked more like a luxury hotel than a men's locker room while Everett ran around with your phone taking pictures. "Mom! Take a picture of us in front of the bats!" 

You snapped a few photos of Bradley and Everett standing near the equipment, and then you tucked your phone away. "This is so cool," you whispered to Bradley while the tour guide showed Everett the snack bar that was reserved for the players. "Thank you."

Bradley sighed. "Jake hooked it up. He begged the groundskeeper. I think he felt bad for what he said to you at the bar."

You nodded and met his eyes. "He told me he likes moms." You watched his eyes narrow just a fraction as he licked his lips. 

"Yeah, well I love moms, actually. I was just overcompensating for my insecurities before. You and Ev are intimidating."

You scoffed. "Intimidating?"

Bradley nodded, his brown eyes sincere. "I told you, Kitten, you two are perfect. And I got in my own head."

"I'm eating the snacks that the players eat!" Everett announced, holding up a bag of peanuts. The tour guide let him take a few as he led all three of you into one of the press boxes. 

Your hand ended up in Bradley's and he kept pulling you closer, but once he saw who was in the press box, his grip on your hand tightened until it was almost painful. 

"Ev, you asked who the starting pitchers were?" Bradley said in awe. "Well, here they are."

"Hey, are you Everett?" asked the Phillies starting pitcher, and you were afraid your son and Bradley were both going to faint. 

"Yeah?" your son asked, and John led him closer to the table where two men were sitting. 

"Wait, are you really a Phillies fan? I heard you're from San Diego!" said the Padres pitcher with a laugh. 

"I like you, too!" Everett said hurriedly. "The Padres are my second favorite team, I swear!" You laughed and both pitchers smiled at you. 

"How about we both sign a shirt for you?" asked the Phillies pitcher. "I don't think anyone else has a shirt signed by rival pitchers."

"Holy shit," Bradley muttered as he watched them each sign an MLB all-stars shirt and hand it to Everett. 

"Why don't you get in there with him for a photo, Coach?" you asked. Bradley let go of your hand so fast to scramble behind the table with Everett, and you snapped a few pictures of the four of them. Then the pitchers stood and shook hands with Bradley, and it amazed you to see that he was built exactly like the professionals were. Tall, broad and strong. 

"Have fun with your parents, Everett," the Padres pitcher told him, knocking his Phillies cap crooked and smiling. "Enjoy the game."

"We will!" Everett and Bradley said in unison, and you stood frozen in place. Maybe they had been too excited to process the word parents, but you'd heard it loud and clear. 

They both looked dazed as John led them back through the tunnel. "Are you both okay?" you asked with a laugh as Bradley's hand found yours again. 

"That was awesome," Bradley said, tossing Ev's new shirt over his shoulder as they emptied out of the tunnel and onto the ballfield. It was a perfect, clear day, and you heard John tell Everett he could run around anywhere except on the outfield. You watched your son take off like a rocket and run around the bases while you cheered for him. He looked so small out on a real infield. 

"Oh, fuck it," Bradley said, and he took off running the bases too while you laughed and cheerer for both of them. Bradley caught up to Everett near home plate where you were standing, and after they both crossed the bag, he scooped Everett up into his arms. 

They were both out of breath as Bradley said, "You'll have to get used to running that far if you're a power hitter."

"I can do it," Everett told him, and they had gigantic, matching smiles on their faces. 

You snapped a few more photos, and then John asked, "Want to throw some pitches?" He handed Bradley a few pristine baseballs, and he and Everett took off toward the pitcher's mound. You stood off to the side as Bradley got Everett set up and in position with one of the balls. Then your son threw a pitch that didn't quite have enough force behind it to make it all the way to home plate, but it was thrown so accurately, you watched it roll to where the batters normally stood. 

"Wow! Great job, Ev! Very accurate!" you shouted, thoroughly impressed. He threw a second pitch, and it was just as good as the first one. Then you watched Bradley trade places with him and wind up to throw what you thought was a slider. It sailed beautifully past home plate and bounced off the advertisement signs. He threw a second one that looked like a fastball. 

"Hey! You're good!" said John as Bradley and Everett ran from the mound to home plate. "Did you play?"

"Just in college," Bradley replied, collecting the balls so John didn't have to. "A long time ago."

"He's a tee ball coach!" Everett announced. "He coaches my team!"

You didn't know if you could remember a time Everett looked this happy, and you felt like you were going to cry. This wasn't a one off. You needed this kind of day to happen again. Maybe not on the grand scale of gallivanting around Petco Park like VIPs, but you needed more days in the park getting ice cream. You needed more pizza nights. You need to have Bradley touching you at the batting cages and making love in his Bronco. 

"Come here, Kitten," he called, waving you over. "I want a picture of the three of us on home plate."

You closed the distance to them, and Bradley tucked you against his side with Everett in front of both of you. John took some pictures with Bradley's phone, and you let your head rest on his shoulder. "Thank you for doing this," you whispered, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "He's in heaven."

"So am I," Bradley replied softly before kissing your lips. "I didn't do anything though. All I did was mess up, Kitten." He was being sincere, and you knew it. You thought you'd have to be an idiot to not forgive him. When John handed his phone back to him, you wrapped your arms around Bradley's waist. 

"Cute family photos," John remarked, and Everett turned to see you in Bradley's arms. 

"Thanks," Bradley replied as he rubbed your back. "Hey, Ev, why don't you run the bases one last time, kiddo?"

"I'll time you," John told him, setting the stopwatch on his phone and telling Ev when to start.

You looked up at Bradley and whispered, "I forgive you." He squeezed you tighter and let out a deep sigh of relief that made you smile. "And not just because today is perfect, but also because Everett and I are both attached to you, so you better not mess this up."

His lips were on yours in the sweetest kiss that had you reaching for more as he pulled away. He kissed you a little harder and whispered, "I'll be so good to you. Both of you," against your lips. You knew he was telling the truth.

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Bradley was trying to stay calm, but it was nearly impossible. You were sitting two seats away from him, eating some nachos and smiling at Everett. Whenever your eyes met his, Bradley sighed in relief. He would ask you to be his girlfriend later tonight after the game. He was completely ready for that. Ready to be around for you and Everett. 

"Thanks, Bradley," Ev told him, and Bradley managed to get a napkin under Everett's hot dog before it could drip ketchup on his jersey. "This is probably the best day I've ever had."

It was only the bottom of the first inning, but the Phillies were already leading by one run. The day had been perfect up to this point, but Bradley desperately wanted them to win for Everett. "Probably the best day I've ever had, too, kiddo."

The smile that touched your lips before you bit into a chip had Bradley grinning too. And as the innings wore on and the sun started to set, the stadium lights glowed to life. Everett was sitting on the edge of the seat when the Padres had the bases loaded, and it was all up to the pitcher that had autographed his shirt to save it for the Phillies. Without a word, Everett scrambled onto Bradley's lap to get a better view, and they both held their breath as the pitch count reached three balls and two strikes. 

"Come on," Bradley muttered, wrapping his arm around Everett's middle. When the pitcher struck out the batter, Bradley jumped to his feet with Everett, and they cheered with the few other Phillies fans sitting in the section. "Still have the lead!"

You were sitting in Everett's vacant seat when Bradley settled down with Ev on his lap again, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "You boys having fun?" you asked.

"Yep!" Everett said, clapping as the Phillies shortstop walked up to bat. 

Bradley leaned in and kissed your cheek, his mustache tickling your ear. "We should do this all the time. At least until he gets to see every team play the Padres."

"And what if he decides he likes a different team better than the Phillies after he sees them all?" you asked, and Bradley scoffed.

"Do we look like fair weather fans?" he asked, gesturing to himself and Everett. "No. That's not going to happen, Kitten."

You laughed and leaned in to kiss him. "You're right. What was I thinking?"

"If the Phillies make it to the playoffs, we'll go to Philadelphia and watch them play and eat cheesesteaks and meet the Phanatic in person," he told you with conviction. 

"Yeah, mom," Everett agreed, never taking his eyes off the game. "Because the Phanatic only goes to home games."

"Yeah, Kitten," Bradley echoed. "The Phanatic only goes to home games."

"You're both ridiculous," you said, but your smile was wide as you let your head rest on his shoulder. 

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You felt a tinge of disappointment as the Padres managed to tie the game in the eight inning. Everett was squirming a bit on Bradley's lap in anticipation, and Bradley had his fingers laced with yours. 

"Do you want to switch laps, Ev?" you asked, and both Bradley and Everett replied with a firm No.

But Everett hopped off of Bradley's lap when the inning ended, and it didn't escape your attention that his gaze settled on your joined hands on the armrest. "I'll only be a little bit sad if the Phillies lose, okay? Because I'm having a lot of fun." Then he climbed back on Bradley's lap as you chuckled. 

"Me too, kiddo, but wouldn't it be great if the Phillies hit a homerun to win the game?" he asked, straightening out Everett's cap.

"That would be so cool," Everett agreed as a new batter came up to the plate for the Phillies. 

You pulled Bradley closer, and he gave you his undivided attention. You kissed his lips softly and said, "I think you're right. I want to do this all the time, too." Bradley's lips curled into a smile as he nodded, so you continued with a smile of your own. "The Padres play the Pirates here on Ev's birthday next month. So maybe we can do this again? I know it would be a late game, since it's during the week, but we could see if Molly and Bob want to come too. It could be really fun. What do you think?"

Bradley let go of your hand and wrapped his warm fingers around your neck, pulling you closer until your hand found his cheek while he kissed you. You moaned softly against his lips, you'd missed him this way so much. Then his nose bumped yours as he released your lips but kept you close to him. "Kitten, I think I love you."

"Look!" Everett shouted, and both you and Bradley turned to see what was going on. The echo of the solidly hit ball was still in the air as Bradley dumped Everett onto your lap and stood. You managed to stumble to your feet with Everett as Bradley jumped and caught the Phillies home run ball with his bare hand while the player rounded the bases to the sound of everyone in your section cheering. Then you watched as Bradley toppled over the armrest and into the aisle with a look of elation mixed with terror on his face.

"He caught it!" Everett cheered, launching himself onto Bradley who was trying to sit up awkwardly on the stairs. But he smiled and hugged Everett, handing him the ball while he clenched and unclenched his hand. 

"Are you okay?" you asked, laughing as Bradley stood with Everett hanging onto him.

"Yeah, Kitten," he grunted, kissing your lips while everyone cheered. "Just gonna be a little sore. Damn, my hand hurts," he said, shaking it out again. The three of you were being featured on the big screen as they showed a replay of Bradley jumping up over and over again. 

"Dad of the year!" the guy across the aisle shouted to Bradley, and you couldn't stop smiling.

"Thanks, man," Bradley replied with a laugh as he sat down. Everett had Bradley in a headlock as he examined his souvenir baseball with wide eyes. 

"Wow," Everett said over and over again. "You're good at catching too, Coach."

"I'll teach you everything I know, kiddo." 

"That was insane," you whispered, and Bradley laughed. 

"I had to catch it. That was a once in a lifetime ball."

Everett was distracted by the end of the game as you leaned in close and pressed your lips to Bradley's. "I think I love you too, Coach."

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Bradley hadn't stopped touching you for a single moment. He was a little sore from landing on his ass in the aisle, but he honestly couldn't remember a better day in recent memory. When the game ended in a victory for the Phillies, Everett hugged him tight, but Bradley kept his hand wrapped around yours. 

When Everett scrambled onto your lap for a hug, you asked him, "Do you want to come back for your birthday? We haven't seen the Pirates play yet."

"Yeah!" Everett cheered, clearly running on a Phillies high. But by the time the three of you were exiting the ballpark, Bradley scopped Everett up and carried him. All of the excitement of the day seemed to have the kid running on empty all of a sudden. When the three of you finally empied out into the parking lot with the rest of the crowd, Everett was mostly asleep in his arms. 

"He's wiped out," Bradley told you with a laugh. You had your hand wrapped around his waist, your fingers rubbing his side, and Bradley couldn't stop grinning. 

"All the excitement caught up to him." You took the keys from Bradley's pocket and went ahead to unlock the Bronco and open the back door. Bradley carefully deposited Everett into the booster seat and buckled him in as his eyes opened briefly. 

"I'm tired," Everett mumbled, and Bradley laughed as he kissed his forehead. "I know, kiddo. Love you." Then he closed the door and you were reaching for him in the shadows of the parking lot, pressing your body to his and kissing him just like he had become accustomed to. He had missed you so much.

He pushed you up against the back door of the Bronco, and you gasped as he sucked on your neck. Your body felt warm against the chill of the night air, and Bradley's hands found their way up inside your shirt. "Kitten," he moaned below your ear. You had one hand wrapped around his neck, and the other was pressing against the fly of his jeans. You could make him go insane. "Kitten, baby, I can't get enough of you."

"Take us home," you demanded. "And stay with me."

"God, yes," he agreed, and then you were climbing in the driver's door and crawling across the seat.

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Best day ever! Good job, Coach! Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

PART 16

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NEW MEXICO | Pedro Pascal X f!reader | PART IX

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner by @missyorkswhore

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: Pedro asks you to spend his birthday together with you. You just go.

wc: 3.3k

rating/warnings: [pure smut no plot][unprotected PIV][oral sex m/f] [alcohol comsuption][Spitting] [Overstimulation][Pedro’s POV on the first part]

a/n: The new look needed a fic. Simple like that he just wants to devasted you haha

5:45AM

The alarm rings, I get up from the bed reluctantly, regretting the night before with those tequila shots.

_Pedro, why did you forget to shave yesterday?

I look at myself looking in the hotel mirror, dying to go back to bed.

_Can I shave without any cuts? It's been so long…

I take off my PJs and my phone vibrates with countless messages, it was her.

*Hi P. When will you be free? I want to see you. It's been a while...*

Even though I'm in another state... fuck it.

*Hi my love, I'm in New Mexico for work... what are your plans? *

While I let the steam of the hot water invade the bathroom, I wrap a towel around my waist and take a pic in the mirror and then send it.

*6 a.m., recording is what I have for today...*

I know her so well.

*Wow! What a hottie, I’m craving you now...*

I'm already late and need to shave it off, so I hold my phone on top of the sink and call her.

I can see that she's on the couch.

"Weren't you at home?" I ask raising an eyebrow and fixing the phone on the countertop

"I told you babe, I went out with friends, we went to a bar, but I'm already here and wanting you" she smiles and lowers the camera showing me the dress she wears.

_Does she need to be that hot?

"I would love to be there now, I have wonderful ideas of what I would do with you on this couch…"

I just look at her and move away, giving her a view of my shape, I take off the towel and open the shower door and enter, letting the hot water reach my body, giving me goosebumps for the temperature and for knowing that she is watching me.

"If I can't be with you on this couch, I thought you deserved a little show"

She squirms on the couch, biting her lip and just nodding her head without saying a word. I like the effect I have on her.

"Does that makes you horny, love? To see me like this?" I ask and squeeze my cock, my hand sliding slightly up and down

"Pedro, don't play with me like that!"

"Patience mama, patience" I say smiling.

An idea comes up, but I don't tell her, I just smile and as soon as I finish I pick up my phone

"Honey, I need to run, soon they'll be here calling for me, I can't be late"

"I know P, it's okay, call me back tonite." she smiles and we say goodbye, even if my cock protests wanting to feel that pussy, that mouth, I don't have time now.

As soon as I turn it off, I take the razor, the foam, moving the wet hair away from the forehead I face my reflex and start spreading the foam around my face.

It's been so long since I've taken my beard off that it takes me longer than necessary, taking care not to cut myself. As soon as I finish I feel different, a new Pedro maybe, the new look of the next few weeks, maybe months.

I take a pic and send her.

*This is Ted Garcia, nice to meet you. Please come and stay until Tues to spend my birthday with me? *

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*JAVIER? Is that you?*

You fall asleep and wake up at 3pm

Was it a dream? _

No, you get your phone and see that it was real.

Without thinking too much, you buy a ticket for the end of the day and get any hotel in the same city as Pedro.

*I’m getting there at the end of the night, where can I meet you?*

Hours go by and no message from him.

You are already at the hotel so to wait for an answer from Pedro, you get dressed and go down to the hotel bar and order a drink, it's already late at night and no sign of him.

1 AM

*Mama, oh you already here? Exhausting day. I can't wait to see you tomorrow. Dream of me*

Yes, it's frustrating but you understand his side and try to sleep without thinking too much about the day to come.

Waking up early the next day you have your breakfast with mimosa and lots of good food.

*Good morning, Javier. I mean... Ted...oops Pedro! Can I be your informant today? 😏*

A few minutes a very direct message appears on the screen.

*Second trailer, in the corner my name is at the door😉.*

Arriving in the scenographic city that is not that scenic, until then no one prevents you from walking around there, despite being temporarily restricted. Maybe everyone thinks you're part of the cast, since you're wearing bootcut jeans, a white T-shirt and leather boots. Would you be an impostor? As soon as you approach the trailer, a security guard will block you.

“Credentials?”

"No, I just..." you stutter thinking about how to explain until Pedro opens the door of the trailer and smiles

"She is with me!”

Pedro extend his arm to you, helping you climb the steps, he pulls you into the trailer and locks the door behind you. You can barely say hi to him and you are pushed to the door.

He presses his body against yours, his left hand going up your thigh to your waist, where he pulls you closer.

You can feel his cock hardening against his jeans.

"Pedro..." You say softly as he lowers his mouth down your neck, it's a new feeling, still feeling the mustache pinch the skin, but also feeling the softness of his face. The smell of perfume, aftershave lotion. The smell of his skin.

"I know." Pedro holds your face, looking and smiling at you, so you observe how he looks younger without a beard, how beautiful he is, his hair a little messy, his dark eyes full of lust, his breath panting.

"Hi," he says laughing, sticking his forehead to yours.

You pull him by his shirt, his lips hitting yours, his hands climbing up the back of your neck scratching slightly. His hands going up under your blouse, his thumbs drawing circles on the skin, leaving you goosebumps.

You turn around and sit on the couch and look at Pedro.

“You said you had wonderful ideas of what to do with me on a couch, well...show me"

"Motherfucker..." Pedro comes pushing you to lie on the couch, spreading kisses down your neck, pulling the strap off of your shirt to suck on the skin where he knows it will be marked.

He puts his hand under your shirt, going up until he reaches your breast, squeezing over your bra, teasing your nipples while he keeps kissing your neck.

You say panting between kisses and bites "Go show me... what would you do to me on the couch, huh?"

"I have 15 minutes before go shooting, but I promise I'll show everything tonite"

He is on top of you on the couch, taking off your shirt, spreading kisses around your breasts then you hold the waistband of his pants running your fingers through the button and open it urgently. "Leave it like this..." pulling his cock out of his underwear.

He moves away a little by pulling his jeans at the height of his thighs and moving your panties to the side, sliding two fingers inside your wet pussy.

"Yeah, like that..” you say in the midst of moans.

Now he presses his thumb on your clit. He looks at you with a smile on his face.

You slide your hands through his hair, messing up even more, your hands going down his face, the skin so soft.

"Why you so hot...hm"

Pedro speed up the movements of his finger saying

“Tonight…”

He helps you remove your pants and you intertwine your legs around his waist holding him to you.

You look down, his cock is drooling precum, pink head and burning with horniness.

You take it at the base of his cock and guide it to your entrance in a hurry. A moan that he releases in your ear is enough to make you even wetter.

“You're going to fuck me like this on the couch... I want to see it in the hotel bed, Javier...”

"Are you really going to call me Javier?" Pedro laughs against your neck, his thrusts are slow and firm.

"I will, you haven't changed anything, so I can cal-- oh my God! Pedro!" You can't even finish the sentence the moment Pedro fucks you harder, he holds your legs raising almost the height of his chest. His cock hitting your G.

"More, I need more, please…"

Pedro runs his tongue through your collarbone going up until he finds your lips, biting his lower lip he looks you in the eyes and says..

"Ask me, beg for my dick, but say my name when you moan…"

You beg, you are so horny that you would do whatever he wanted, I would say what he said. You would just obey.

He moves far enough away to open his shirt, he is sweaty, red. You stretch your hand to touch him but he is faster and holds you by the hip making you get on all fours, your arms resting on the sofa, your nails scratching the fabric in search of relief.

Pedro holds your hip and you hear the sound of him spitting, hot saliva running down your pussy, he slide in his cock and holds your hair, pulling you to glue your back to his chest.

"Come on love, give it to me, I'm dying to feel this pussy squeezing me, cumming on my cock…"

He runs his right hand through your body, skillful fingers circling your clit. It only takes a few seconds for you to cum moaning his name, Pedro covering your mouth with his left hand in a failed attempt to muffle the sounds.

"That, one more, one more and I promise you won't regret waiting until tonite."

Pedro fingers you again, your orgasm burning in your stomach, making your body tremble against his.

"That's it, mama, just like that…"

He holds you by squeezing your breasts and punching harder Pedro cums inside you, moaning in your ear talking about how he fucking missed you and won't stop until you can't take it anymore.

You fall on the couch, panting, sweaty and satisfied, for now.

"I’ve missed you…" he pulls you and kisses you while caressing your nipple.

"Me too, and I can't wait for more. Dinner and party?"

He smirks and nods, agreeing, kissing you again.

Pedro gets up and helps you get dressed, and then gets dressed.

"Okay, Mr Hollywood, go to work. You're not going to fool anyone with the face of someone who just came inside me."

"I'm a great actor love, I won a SAG Awards, remember?" You laugh at the way he pretends to hold a trophy.

You say goodbye and you decide to walk around the city before going back to the hotel and waiting for it.

9:00PM

Pedro sends you a message saying that he is in the lobby, but you are not ready yet and ask him to come up and wait for you in the room for a moment.

_What stupid idea was that? _

You don't even worry about dressing up straight anymore.

The moment he enters your room he already pulls you by the back of your neck with one hand and climbs with the other by your right thigh leading you towards the bed.

You can't resist, you already knew this would happen. "Was that your plan?" You question.

Throwing you on the bed and unbuttoning your pants and pulling you by your legs, Pedro licks alternating on your inner thighs until he reaches your pussy pulling your panties aside. Licking lightly, with wet kisses over your clit.

It's an exciting torture to see him rubbing himself on the mattress while sucking your pussy, the vision is surreal.

Between a moan and another that the two release, you say

"Pedro, I don't know what's better, seeing you sucking me or you rubbing yourself on the mattress"

With no answer, he looks you in the eyes and spits in your pussy and sticks his tongue deeper.

And with a deep voice he orders

"Cum for me.”

You take his hand guide to your breast so that he squeezes your nipple. It's not enough for him. Pedro reachs out his other hand and has both of your nipples being squeezed and pinched while fucking you with his tongue.

You cum, so intensely sinking your fingers into his hair that are already wet with sweat.

He looks at you with wet lips and chin…

"That's priceless…." you say moaning lazily.

Pedro gets on his knees in bed, running his hand through his lips, cleaning the remnants of your arousal.

He pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it in a corner on the floor.

You support your elbows on the bed looking at his body. The smooth skin, broad shoulders, the freckles on his wide chest and the small stripe of hair going down the waistband of the pants where you can clearly see his bulge pressing against the jeans.

Without taking his eyes off you, Pedro opens his belt, slowly opening the two buttons and pulling the zipper down.

"Pedro... I want to…"

Pedro looks into your eyes and holds your ankles, caressing your skin and smiling at you, he says

"What, cariño? What do you want? Tell me and I'll give to you…"

You don't say anything, you just smile and get on your knees on the bed, pushing Pedro to bed, you hold the waistband of his jeans, your fingers playing with the edge of his underwear, feeling his skin shiver when your nails touch him.

You pull out your pants and throw them in the corner where his shirt is.

You settle in between his legs, your nails stroking through his thighs, up and down, you feel how his body is tense, impossible to ignore the perfect vision of Pedro lying down, his hands behind his head. As relaxed as he tries to look, you know he's anxious, his cock outline in his white boxer underwear, the small pre-cum stain.

You slide your hands until you almost touch his balls, Pedro sighs, his cock twitches against the fabric of his underwear, you smile and bring your face closer to his cock, slowly pulling his underwear making his cock jump on your face.

His hard cock, the pink tip dripping pre cum, the side vein pulsing non-stop, begging for touch.

You hold his cock by the base, raising your hand until your thumb spreads the pre cum at the tip, Pedro moans and reaches his hand to caress your face.

"Please don't make me wait any longer" Pedro begs softly

You hold his cock and first lick it, taking it all wet from the tip, sucking the tip of the cock feeling Pedro tangle his hands in your hair, you swallow his cock until you feel it in your throat. Pedro moans loudly and squeezes your hair

"Oh baby, like that, swallow all my dick like that, fuck!"

You jerk him off while sucking him, with your free hand you caress his balls, Pedro moans, the sounds that come out of his mouth are pornographic, making your pussy get even more wet. You think you could make fun just seeing him like this, destroyed.

You stop and look at him with desire.

"What?" He asks as he caresses your face.

"Can you dim the light? You're making me lose my mind..."

He dims the lights on the side of the bed and goes to the mini bar taking a bottle of champagne and opens it, taking a long sip.

_He walking hard in the middle of room is too much for me I can’t even speak_

He goes back to bed and leaves the bottle on the bedside table, he kneels between your legs and holds his cock by the base and slides up and down over your pussy, pushing against your clit. He moans seeing the way your pussy wets his cock.

"Do you want more?"

“Yes..”

"How much more?"

“Everything..”

So he bends down and kiss you distributing licks on your jaw and neck.

"Slow down?"

Pedro slides his cock with a low moan, his hands holding your hip firmly, he fucks you with short and firm movements.

"Faster?" He asks smiling

You just nod your head taking your arms around the back of his neck pulling him down.

He wraps his arms around your waist making you arch your back and thrust in it deep once, twice.

You moan with pain and pleasure at the same time trying to get used to his cock and his movements.

Wiping one hand across his forehead hand with his other on your ass he fucks you harder, the sound that echoes in the room of skin with skin is exciting along with your moans.

"Come to me, mama.."

He takes his dick off of you with a grunt.

Feeling that sudden emptiness Pedro puts you on all fours grabbing your ass, he slides inside you again.

Your already soaked pussy is an easy target.

He holds you with one hand by the hair and another hand rubbing your clit while licking your neck saying words in your ear that you already can't understand.

He stops moving and you see that he stretches his hand, wait, is he picking up the bottle?

You turn your head to the right and look at the mirror in the closet, your pussy throbs with the vision

Pedro holding your hip with his left hand, slowly putting his cock in you while his right hand holds the bottle, taking several sips. You moan when you see him sweaty, his hair sticking to his forehead, your eyes go down to his chest, his belly and your eyes stop where he is in you, his cock going in and out, the sounds that your bodies make.

He takes the bottle out of his mouth and looks at you in the mirror…

"Happy Birthday to me mama" he smiles and drops the bottle on the floor, not caring about the mess, Pedro holds your hips with both hands, and goes hard and faster.

"Oh Pedro, please please don't stop!"

He turns you around, pulling your legs and putting it on his broad shoulders, then shove into you again deep and fast.

"So, baby? That's how you like my dick? Opening you all up? Soaking all my dick? Tell me"

His voice is low, hoarse and horny, he's a mess.

You can't say anything but moans and supplications that he doesn't stop, you're so close, your legs start to shake.

Pedro suck on his thumb and rub it on your clit, making circular and torturous movements.

"Fuck! Please, Pedro fuck me..”

"Damn, I love it when you beg for my cock, beautiful! Cum for me, babe"

He keeps circling your clit, his strong and fast thrusts lead you to orgasm, shouting his name as he bends down and holds your neck kissing you, he says between moans

"Look at me, I want to cum looking at you"

Pedro's moans are as high as yours, you feel the hot jets of cum flood your pussy, the way his cock throbs inside you. The way he looks at you as he cums, his lips half open, eyes fixed on you, his hand on your neck making the grip stronger.

"Fuck!"

He falls on you, your legs circle him, holding him as close as possible, you kiss his face, feeling him give a little kiss on your shoulder.

"For a 49 yr old man you can tire me" you laugh and Pedro bites your shoulder and comes out of you, a moan escaping from his lips. He lies next to you, pulling you to lay your head on his chest.

"I think this is one of the best birthdays I've ever had" he smiles and kiss you.

"Come babe, let’s take a shower and order food, I won't leave here anytime soon."

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[wannaeatramyeon]

THANK U FOR THE RECENT SAMUEL SEO im literally so obsessed with him i cant-

but!! he’s not the only one!!

could u try goo with a childhood friends!lover? (im just going through my list of red flags boyfriends with this trope heh)

To my requests. sorry for not answering in order. Btw I've got a school day/teenager long fic with Goo in the Gun + Goo masterlist... but how about this.

Goo Kim x Reader: Childhood 'friends'

G/N. Sorta childhood friends to lovers.

Goo descends into your life like an angel.

"Will you pay me if I beat up these boys?" he shouts over, giving the wooden baseball bat in his hand a few practice swings.

(He takes in your cowering body, cornered against the wall, the group of older boys slinging insults first.

Then your pristine, limited edition trainers and the expensive label on your clothes second.)

You look over at the short figure with the badly bleached blonde hair. He seems small for his age, same as you.

Best case scenario, he makes good on his word. Worst case, they beat both of you up.

You give a nod and all hell breaks loose.

.

.

Goo isn't an angel at all. He's a demon that has ascended and strutted into your life.

"Is this enough?" You ask, peeling open your velcro Sanrio wallet and removing a handful of bills.

"Thanks!" Goo swipes it out of your hand, tainting the notes with blood before tucking it away in his pocket with a reassuring pat.

A body at his feet lets out a groan and he gives them a hard kick. You think there’s a crunch of bone breaking. It’s not as sickening as you thought it would be.

"That one's for free." He gives you a gigawatt grin and you return it. In your eyes, not even what you just witnessed this boy doing could tarnish his shine.

"My name is Goo," he signals for your phone and you hand it over without a second thought. He taps in what you assume are his contact details before giving it back.

"Call me if you need any help." You reach out to take it and he leans in, smile taking a dangerous edge, "You'll need to pay though."

.

.

For fear of retribution, you ask Goo to walk you back home from school everyday for the next few weeks.

You text him a time and an address, and he texts you back his price. It's enough to drain your allowance, but not enough for you to risk your safety.

He waits for you by your school gates everyday, with his patchy hair and a scruffy jacket three sizes too big, and gives you a wave with both arms whenever he spots you.

He's chatty. Much chattier than you expected. Always just seemingly rattling off whatever is on his mind. Animes he has watched, manhwas he's reading. What he had for lunch, what he's craving for dinner.

You piece together that Goo is only a few months older than you. He should be in 6th grade by now but he never mentions school. You don't think he even attends school.

He also has a terrible sweet tooth, that you pay for of course. Stopping off at a convenience store together as he picks out a snack.

"Get whatever you want." you say the first time you catch him deciding between a drink or a bar of chocolate. "I'll pay for it."

He buys both.

That should have been a mistake. He drains your allowance further everyday. Yet you can't help thinking it's fine as he gives you a toothy grin that reaches his eyes.

The weeks pass by in the blink of an eye. When you reach your front door on the last day, Goo shuffles, fidgets uncharacteristically.

"I can keep walking you home," he says, eyes on the floor and kicking at dirt. "...I can give you a discount."

.

.

Goo starts seeing you at the weekend too.

You're the first person that sees him after getting his hair professionally done.

"I'm handsome, aren't I!" his bravado masks his nervousness. He doesn't know why he's nervous in the first place, but when you agree and ruffle his newly coiffed locks, it evaporates completely.

Payment comes in the form of food and drinks, snacks and street food, cinema tickets, small little gifts he has his eye on.

As consolation, at least he always shares.

.

.

When you first met you're sure he was shorter than you.

You don't remember when he matched your height, but now you notice you have to tilt your chin up to look at him.

You miss the scruffy jacket he used to have. The one that he rapidly grew out of, body filling out with muscle. It gets replaced by more and more luxurious brands. His hair looks more and more polished. He picks up glasses along the way to complete the look.

He still makes you pay every time you meet. You feel like he lets you off easy with cheap choices because his taste these days seems anything but cheap.

You wish you had more time with the boy you used to know, but you love the man he's growing into.

Goo never lets you sway too far away from him, keeps you by his side most weeks. Reaches out to send you silly memes or calls you just to ramble his thoughts when you're apart.

You're two peas in a pod.

.

.

The longest time you spend apart is when Goo is sent away to juvie.

An unknown number texts you, says they're Goo's cousin and breaks the news.

It doesn't come as a surprise, considering how you first met, the person he is. You've spent years together at this point and seen him at his most violent and bloodthirsty.

Still. For you, nothing can tarnish his shine.

.

.

On the day Goo is released, you're waiting for him outside the juvenile detention centre.

You're the first person he sees, and he waves at you with both arms before opening them, welcoming you, offering himself.

He’s even taller, more muscular. His features distinguished and jawline cutting. His hair, just like years gone by, is bleached and patchy. 

The grin is the same. It’s always the same.

You sprint and throw yourself full force into Goo, knocking the air out of his lungs.

He holds you tight. Clings on harder than he ever has. Missed you more than he will ever admit.

As if you're reading his mind, you murmur into his collar, "I've missed you.'

Goo takes a deep inhale, nose nestled in your hair and breathing in your familiar scent. Relishing your touch, your presence, you.

He doesn't plan on spending this long away from you ever again.

"Me too, Sweetheart."

[wandafiction]

Jealousy - Just Us Chapter 55

Warnings 18+: Angst, Arguments, Smut, Fingering (Reader Receiving), Possessiveness

Word Count: 5365

Series List | Chapter 54 | Chapter 56

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"Is there anything I need to know before we head in? You know, the dos and don'ts." I glance at Wanda as I drive us to the Tower where Tony is holding this party or gala. Whatever he wants to call it. I smile at her softly, turning back to the road, she decided that she was going to join me in going to this with no make-up on after what happened in the walk-in closet. I have my hand gently resting on her thigh, which I give a reassuring squeeze.

"Just that some of these rich white men love to hear themselves speak, especially Obadiah Stane. He loves the sound of his own voice so much and has been after Tony's and my tech for a few years. So don't be surprised if he comes over to speak to us, and I will try and get us away as soon as possible. The man just can't get it through his head that he will never be able to buy from us. Other than that, the bar is free, there will be a dance floor but also plenty of couches to just chill out. Also plenty of balconies if you need fresh air, but if needed I have a spare office in the Tower if we need to get out of there."

"Sounds good to me baby. Are we going around introducing ourselves or are we sticking to the edge?" I see Wanda fiddling with her fingers in the corner of my eye.

"Whatever you are comfortable with. We have to go and say hi to Papa T and Mama P, I also think he has invited his friend Bruce. Apart from that we can just grab some drinks, dance, chill on the couches. Oh Rhodey is going to be there too, so that's three introductions and then whatever you want the rest of the night." I pull the car over in front of the main entrance to the Tower, taking the keys as I get out, heading to Wanda's side to help her out. 

Her hand holds onto mine tightly, our fingers lacing around each other as I close her door and start walking towards the valet handing the keys over to the smartly dressed man. He hands me a ticket with the number 8 on it, okay so we are one of the first ones here. That should help Wanda to adjust to the scene of the party. Her hand removes itself from mine as she wraps her arms around mine, our elbows locking together as I escort her inside the tall building and to the elevator. Once the doors close and the elevator starts moving I hear Wanda let out a shaky breath.

"You didn't have to come if you didn't want to Wanda. I know this is a big thing for you." She turns to look at me, shaking her head lightly.

"I want to be here, I've just never been to this sort of party."

"Well you say the word and we get out of here. Just tell me whether you get uncomfortable with anything."

"I will baby." 

"Okay. Well we will grab a drink and then go say hi to Papa T. I'm sure Bruce and Rhodey will be with him, so that gets introductions out of the way and then we are good for the rest of the party." Wanda leans up to kiss my cheek.

"Sounds perfect baby. But I'm not going to drink much. I want to be sober for this thing."

"Or do you want to be sober for what comes after princess?" I see Wanda's cheeks flush red and smirk. 

"Shut up."

"You know I live to tease you baby." I continue to smirk as I hear Wanda grumble about the fact. "I just love seeing you blush." 

"You're mean sometimes." She nudges my shoulder in jest.

"Eh, you love me for it." 

"Unfortunately, I do. I love you so much."

"I love you too baby." I lean down to give her a chaste kiss on the lips as the door opens to the party room. 

I was right, we are some of the first people to arrive, and I see Wanda physically calm down at the sight of the mostly empty room. I pull her over to the bar, where a young woman is serving up whiskey to Rhodey. He smiles at me as me and Wanda slide into the bar stools next to him: Wanda sat between us. I flag down the barmaid who saunters over towards us, dragging her fingers along the bar top. 

"Hey there, beautiful. What can I get you?" She smirks at me as her fingers draw small circles on the counter in front of me.

"Whiskey on the rocks. Make it a double please." I turn to look at Wanda who has a small scowl on her face. "What would you like, baby?" 

"Just a sex on the beach please." She smiles up at me at the pet name, leaning towards me and kissing my cheek as her eyes don't leave the woman at the bar.

"Of course. I will be right back with you and your friend's drinks." She turns to start making the drinks and I hear a small scoff from Wanda. When I turn to look at her she is scowling once again, but Rhodey is trying to hide a smile behind her. 

"Wanda, baby." She hums as she finally looks up at me, peeling her eyes away from the barmaid. "This gentleman right here is Rhodey, one of Papa T's close friends and someone I consider family."

I lean over the bar top, past Wanda to shake Rhodey's hand which he gladly takes. He turns to Wanda holding his hand out to her and she delicately places hers in his, giving it a small shake. Her head turning to look at him, a small smile on her face as Rhodey's eyes flick between her and me.

"So Y/n are you going to introduce her to me or am I going to have to figure this one out." He wiggles his eyebrows, no doubt he already knows probably from Tony.

"Rhodey, this is my girlfriend Wanda." I say the word girlfriend as the barmaid walks back over, hoping it would stop her flirtiness. 

"There you go, beautiful." She places my drink down on the counter in front of me, before giving Wanda her drink without saying a thing...I guess not. I hear Wanda let out a huff and Rhodey raises his eyebrows at the interaction.

"It's good to finally meet the woman who Tony won't shut up about." I see Wanda pale slightly as I giggle a little. "Don't worry Wanda, it's all good things. You know like keeping Y/n in check and everything because we all know she is just a big child really."

"Don't I know it." They both laugh as I put my hand on my heart feigning hurt.

"Okay, no need to gang up on me."

"Mmm, well we're not wrong." I playfully scoff turning to take some of my drink. "I love you baby." 

"I guess I do too." I laugh as Wanda gently hits my arms. "Okay, I love you too."

"See now this is cute and sickly at the same time. Makes me want to throw up." Rhodey huffs out as me and Wanda peck lips a couple of times, so I simply just flip him off behind Wanda's back. "You best go see Tony before it gets too busy, more people are starting to arrive."

I pull away from Wanda looking around the room, as the music starts playing and the lights dim a little to help with the atmosphere of the party. I see Tony and Pepper standing to the side, already looking at me and Wanda with fond smiles. Pepper waves us over, so I slide off my stool and grab my drink. I hold at my arm for Wanda to take as she removes herself from her stool, making sure she has her drink before we start making our way across the room. Tony doesn't bother with hand shakes, as he squeezes me into a long awaited hug, before turning to Wanda holding his arms open for her. As Wanda leans forward to reciprocate the hug, Pepper engulfs me in one whispering in my ear.

"You are so lucky to have Wanda as your girlfriend. Don't let her be the one who got away." 

"They say thirds times the charm right?" I leave a small kiss on Pepper's cheeks as we pull apart and she immediately pulls Wanda in for a hug. I don't hear what they say, but I know they are talking as I can see Pepper's jaw moving. When they finally pull away Tony claps his hands together as he looks between us three women.

"So how are you two doing?" His eyes dart between me and Wanda, who scoots closer to me so I wrap my arm around her shoulders.

"We are great Tony. What about you?" I kiss the side of Wanda's head as she answers for us.

"I'm great, Pepper's great and Morgan is great. Everything is great." I let out a small laugh as he answers enthusiastically. "Oh here comes Bruce with someone I want you to meet. Her name is Makkari and she works with this group called the eternals. They do a lot of work around the world helping the less privileged." 

I turn around to see Bruce walking over with someone that makes my eyes go wide as I recognise her. Wanda seems to also, as she nudges me nodding her head towards the woman and all I can do is nod back. I see the woman's smile genuinely grow at the sight of me and Wanda, opening her arms for a hug that we both pull ourselves into. I move to shake Bruce's hand as we say a small hello, but turn back to the woman.

Well hello again.  I sign to the lady which causes her smile to grow more.

Hi. I didn't think I would be seeing you again, not so soon anyway.

I turn to look at Wanda then back to the lady.

I don't know if I introduced her last time but this is my girlfriend Wanda, and my name is Y/n. 

Makkari. 

That's a very unique name. What brings you to a Stark party?

Putting out some feelers, to see if anyone wants to work alongside us or help provide us with some equipment.

Well the party should be in full swing in about an hour, so your best shot is to wait till then.

Thanks for the advice.

Makkari turns to Wanda, who gives an awkward wave not knowing any sign language and me and Makkari both laugh at the action.

"Wanda I'm sure you recognise Makkari." I sign the conversation as we speak so Makkari knows what's being said.

"Yeah she is the lady from the coffee shop. The one you helped."

"Yeah. That's the one." Wanda turns to Makkari, to speak, remembering that she can read lips if needed but I'm fully prepared to translate as well.

"It's wonderful to see you again, Makkari. Beautiful name by the way. How are you?" Makkari starts to sign, Wanda not taking her eyes off of her but listens to me as I translate. 

"Thank you. Wanda is a very pretty name and suits you well. I am wonderful. Thank you again for helping at the coffee shop, I don't know what I would have done if this one over here didn't step in to help." Me and Wanda turn when we hear Tony clear his throat next to us pointing between the three of us.

"You guys already know each other." I shake my head.

"Not really. We just bumped into each other at the coffee shop and I helped with her order since the kid behind the counter was rude." 

"Oh cool. Well I will leave you guys to talk. Pepper, we should probably start greeting the guests." He holds out his hand which Pepper's takes as he leads them away from us and towards a group of rich white men. 

"Oh also Wanda, this is Bruce. Bruce, this is my girlfriend Wanda." Bruce smiles as he and Wanda shake hands. 

"It was lovely seeing you again Y/n, but I best get my game face on. I need these people to fund some of my work." He gives us a polite smile as he leaves me, Wanda and Makkari to talk.

"Sorry about him, he doesn't have much of a social side to him. He is not one for small talk unless he is asking for funding for his next project." I explain to Wanda as she takes a sip of her drink.

"That's okay."

Would you like a drink Makkari?

Please. I will just have what Wanda has.

Of course I will be right back.

"Wands I am just going to get Makkari a drink, why don't you two sit down. I will be right back."

"How our we meant to communicate. I don't know sign language, which I should probably learn just in case." Makkari, taps her gently on the shoulder, signing to her.

"She says she doesn't mind using her phone to speak with you. She can read your lips, and she will just answer through text to speech." Wanda turns to look at Makkari.

"Are you sure?" Makkari nods as she ushers Wanda to follow her to one of the many couches. Wanda gives me a quick peck on the cheek before following Makkari to a quieter part of the room, in the corner where a few empty couches are.

I make my way to the bar, which is a little busier than before and another two bartenders are now helping the barmaid who served us earlier. Just as one of the bartenders is about to come and serve me, the barmaid tells him something, causing him to go to someone else as she makes her way to me. She has a flirtatious smirk on her face, as she sways her hips slightly when walking over to me. 

"Well hello again beautiful, just can't get enough of me huh? What can I do for you?" I have to hold a straight face as I try not to roll my eyes. 

"Just a sex on the bitch please." 

"Of course, but I find it more fun in a bed." My eyes widen as she turns to grab everything she needs before turning back around to face me.

"I'm sorry?" There is no hint of anything but disgust in my voice, but she seems to ignore it.

"Oh come on. You can't seriously want to be in bed with her at the end of the night, when you could be with me." The barmaids eyes flick behind me and I turn to see Wanda and Makkari with an unamused scowl on her face and I sign out an apology which I see Makkari translate for her.

"That her, is my girlfriend and she has a name." I scoff as she makes the drink slower than anything I've known. Fucking hell she is just prolonging my stay at the bar.

"Well I have a name too. Not going to ask me for it?" 

"Why should I? You've been hired to pour drinks, not try and sleep with every person you make drinks for." She laughs aloud as she starts to finish off mixing the drink.

"I'm not trying to sleep with every person. Just one."

"Well that one person is taken." I try to grab the drink from her leaning forward, but that was a mistake as she pulls my arm to bring her face next to mine.

"Well I don't see your girlfriend over here trying to stop me." I yank my arm away from her, trying again to just grab the drink and get out of here. "Ah, ah, ah. Ask for it nicely." 

"Fuck you. Give me the drink." She fake pouts at me.

"Now that's not very nice is it? I said ask nicely." 

"And I said fuck you." 

"Wow your fucking rude you know that. You're just playing hard to get, and I am so in for the chase." I scoff as I roll my eyes.

"There is no game here. Just give me my fucking drink so I can get back to my girlfriend." I emphasise the word girlfriend. 

"One sec. I am just going to ask my boss if it's okay, you seem a little drunk and I'm not sure you're actually 21." The barmaid puts the drink out of my reach as she disappears to the end of the bar, I internally groan as I look back to Wanda whose face is full of anger and what I can only assume is jealousy and I see Makkari trying to soothe her. Fucking great, now I have to deal with an angry sokovian when I get home.

What I don't notice while I'm looking at Wanda is the barmaid as maid her way out from behind the bar and stands too close to comfort, not until I see Wanda turn away from me mumbling something to herself. I turn back around to the bar only to be met my the barmaids devilish smirk, now she is standing right infront of me her hands on either side of my stool. I try backing up a bit but she doesn't let me, as her hands move to grip my thighs. 

"The name's Stacey." 

"I don't care." I try and pry her hands off my thighs so I can get away but her grip just tightens as she leans in closer to me. 

"Oh but you will." She starts leaning in more, and I do the last thing I can think of pushing her away from me. My hands push at her chest hard and she stumbles backwards into an old gent, causing him to spill his drink. 

"I said I don't care. Now fuck off." I stand from my stool, towering over her as I get to my full height her eyes going slightly wide 

"You bitch." She raises her hand, aiming for my face and I flinch and close my eyes ready for the hit. I may be able to defend myself against guys, but I would never purposely hurt a woman so I feel like I can't defend myself. I open my eyes when the hit doesn't come, seeing her arm being held in the air by Wanda.

"She said fuck off." Her anger causes her words to be laced with her accent, and if it wasn't for what I just occurred I would swoon over it. 

"Oh and who are you? The overbearing piece of shit girlfriend who left her all alone at the bar." I see the silent rage in Wanda's eyes so I step in.

"That's enough." My voice is low and full of anger, Wanda's head turns to look at me, her eyes slightly wide not ever seeing this from me before. The bartender visibly gulps. "I told you I don't care and for you too fuck off multiple times. If you don't want me calling security on you and make sure you don't work a Stark party again you will simply leave me and my girlfriend one. So please will you kindly just fuck off." 

"Hah like you could do that! You're just using this bitches money to get your way. I mean look at your suit, how much did it cost her." My jaw clenches, and I feel Wanda move towards her but I put my body between her and this Stacey woman.

"Don't you dare talk to her about that. Now I will ask you again nicely fuck off." My teeth grit together as I spit my words at her, she seems to get the messages as she holds her hands up in surrender and turns around to walk away.

"Fine whatever. Have fun with your slut, I saw her talking to that other woman over there. I was only doing you a favour." I turn around holding Wanda by the shoulders as she scoffs ready to shout at the woman.

"She isn't worth it. Go back to Makkari, I will get her drink, and then make sure the bitch is removed from the building. Go take a breather. I will grab you another drink." Wanda takes in a deep breath, then wraps her arms around my neck pulling me into a deep kiss. 

"I love you. By the way, angry you is very sexy." I smile down at her, with a quirked brow as we lean into each other for a sweet kiss 

"I love you too wands, I will keep that in mind. Now I won't be long." 

I watch as Wanda sways her hips as she walks back to Makkari who has an amused smile on her face as she looks between me and Wanda, and I give her a small thumbs up causing her to laugh. I turn back to the bar and am luckily served by one of the other bartenders, I send a text to Tony and not two minutes later I see security escorting the bitch away. I finally, have the sex on the beach and make my way back to my woman and Makkari. Makkari signs a small thank you as I pass her drink over and Wanda's body gravitates towards mine as she clings to me, her arms around my waist. I peck the top of her head, and feel her sigh against me as she relaxes more. 

"Can I have this dance?" I turn to face the voice of the person who has come up behind me and Wanda. I feel Wanda's arms squeeze me tighter, as I smile at the woman who I haven't seen in ages.

"Val!" I hold one arm out so we can side hug as my other one is wrapped securely around Wanda's shoulders. "Val, this is my girlfriend Wanda, and this is Makkari. Wanda, Makkari, this is my sister's best friend Val." 

"Hi Val, it is lovely to meet you." I feel Wanda relax against me, as her arms remove themselves from my waist slightly. 

"You too Wanda, and you Makkari." Makkari gives her a small nod, before looking at me.

I am going to walk around trying to convince some rich white man to help us out with his money. 

It was lovely to officially meet you Makkari, if you get my number from Bruce I will happily help you.

Thank you. Before I go, your girlfriend seems a little stressed don't stay too much longer. I don't think she will say it, but she seems uncomfortable. 

Yeah I can tell, I won't make us stay much longer. If I don't see you before I go, enjoy the rest of the party. 

You too. 

Makkari waves a small goodbye to the three of us and I bring Wanda in front of me so I can wrap my arms around her. Her back is pressed to my front and my hands rest gently on her hips, my thumbs drawing small circles to help keep her somewhat calm. 

"Would you like to dance princess then we can get out of here." 

"Sounds good." 

"Mind if I join you guys?" I turn to look at Val about to decline but Wanda nods her head.

"Of course let's go."

~~~

We have just finished dancing to yet another song after about 30 minutes of non stop bouncing around with one another a small amount of sweat starting to drip down my face. Wanda taps my shoulder, leaning up to talk directly in my ear.

"I'm going to get a drink. Do you want anything?" 

"No thank you princess." She pecks my cheek then makes her way to the bar.

As soon as Wanda disappears Val makes her way in front of me as the next song starts pressing her front against mine. Her arms move around my neck holding onto the few baby hairs back there as she starts to sway her hips. I don't know what to do with my hands, having never danced with her like this before, so they come to gently rest on her hips but I make sure to keep my distance from her. She tries to pull our bodies closer together but I keep my arms locked out so we stay in our position. Her hands slide down my arm, as the song becomes more sensual and she turns around so her back is now facing me. She keeps swaying her hips as she bends her knees down so she drops to the floor and then stands back up trying to push her butt against me. 

Before I can figure out what is happening I feel an arm tug me away from her and a pair of lips smash against mine. I hear Val laughing behind me as Wanda practically pulls me away from the party and into the elevator. As soon as the doors shut, she pushes me against the elevator wall, her lips against my neck in an instant. She nips and sucks as the skin of my neck until a small moan escapes my lips as her teeth bite on my pulse point, before she soothes it with her tongue. My hands move to try and cup her face, but hers immediately grab them and hold them against the wall either side of my face. My jaw opens, as my eyes widen at the show of dominance.

"Which floor is your office on?" 

"50." She lets go of me to press the button, before quickly turning around pulling my face down with her hands smashing our lips together in a lust filled kiss. My hands move to hold her waist, and I push against her maneuvering us so she is now against the wall. A small gasp leaves her lips as her back makes contact and my tongue makes its way into her mouth. She fights for dominance though as her hands move down to squeeze my hips causing me to sigh against her mouth.

We pull away when the elevator doors open and it's now my turn to drag her as I lead us to my office. I lock the door as soon as it closes, but don't get a chance to do anything else as Wanda traps my body between hers and the door. Her lips back on my neck making sure to leave bright purple marks, as my hands move up to tangle in her hair keeping her face close against me. She doesn't waste another second, and unbutton and unzips my pants, pushing her hands underneath my underwear. I moan leaves my mouth as her cold fingers make contact with my hot clit and she starts moving them in a tight circle. She hasn't got a lot of room to work with, but manages to push her hand further down and push a finger into my entrance. 

My head falls forward against her shoulder, as she starts to thrust into me my moans are unfiltered as she adds another finger. My hands pull at her hair, as she curls her fingers inside me causing her to moan into my ear and it turns me on even more. The room is filled with our heavy breaths and my moans as she keeps her fingers buried within me, her palm coming into contact with my clit each and every thrust. My head flies to the door as my eyes roll to the back of my head as a guttural moan escapes past my lips.

"I'm so close, baby. Don't stop." 

"I'm not planning on it. But tell me who do you belong to?" My eyes open to look directly into her dark lust filled ones as she continues to thrust into me. "You belong to me. The way that bitch was at the bar, and the way Val was dancing up on you made me need to remind you. So tell me dorogoy. Who do you belong to?"

"Y...you Wanda. Fuck Wanda I'm going to cum." She stands in her tiptoes causing her fingers to change angles and a moan leaves my lips at the new position.

"Come for me baby. I want to show everyone how good I make you feel." My eyes close as I see stars, my head hitting the door as my back arches. My arousal drips down onto Wanda's hand as she continues to pump into me helping me through my high. 

I groan when I feel the emptiness inside me when she removes her fingers, only to see Wanda putting them into her mouth swirling her tongue around them. Humming at the taste of me on her fingers she pulls at the lapels of my suit jacket lulling me down into a messy kiss. I moan at the taste of myself as her tongue explores my mouth, my hands still gripping at her hair. Once breathing becomes an issue we pull away leaning our foreheads against one another breathing each other's hot air. 

"Wow princess. That was amazing." Wanda bites her lips, as her grip on my jacket loosens slightly and her eyes flicking between mine.

"Well now everyone knows who you belong to." Her hand brushes along my neck and she scrunches her brows slightly when I wince a little. "Sorry I didn't mean to be so rough." 

Her whole demeanor changes and she turns from someone who was just being dominant to someone who is shy and nervous. I use my finger to lift her chin, pecking her lips a couple of times. 

"It's okay. You just surprised me, that's all." I move her hand back to my neck, and press it against where I can only assume is a bite mark her fingers ghosting it. 

"I don't know what came over me. I've never….never done that before." Her hands fall to her side, and mine make their way to her hips as I guide us into the room more.

"You've never topped someone like that before?" She shakes her head at my question, biting at her lip.

"No. I don't know what came over me." 

"Baby you were jealous, and it was kind of hot." She huffs out a laugh.

"I didn't mean to get jealous. I'm sorry I hurt you." Her eyes gloss over slightly as she looks back down to my neck.

"Wanda, it's okay. You didn't hurt me, I like it when you're rough it's so sexy and a huge turn on for me. Not that you don't turn me on in other ways, but a jealous Wanda is also very hot. Very sexy. You had every reason to be jealous, the barmaid was flirty with me and Val. Well that's just how Val is, I would be jealous too." 

"Okay. Thank you." 

"Mhmm. I love you princess." 

"I love you too." She places her hands on my hips as she sways side to side gently. "I think I'm ready to go home now. Seeing you angry was a huge turn on for me and the night is still so young."

I smirk down at her, as I lift her up. Wanda's legs wrap around my waist, as her arms wrap around my neck to keep her up. I walk us back towards the elevator so we can continue our night, as Wanda starts leaving wet kisses along my neck. When she gets to the bite mark she gently pecks a circle around it, before pecking the middle of it and I smile fondly at her. But it doesn't last long because as soon as the elevator doors shut and it starts moving we are fighting for  dominance all the way down. 

Let's just say the night ended with me getting another bite mark, as I pushed Wanda over the edge again and again once we got home, to silence her screaming my name.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Happy Couple 2

Part 1

I wasn’t going to do it. I wasn’t! But here we are. I make no promise and am just following a whim.

Summary: Your father makes a deal to marry you to his top capo. (mob au)

Warnings: dark elements such a mob business and intimidation. More to be added as they become relevant. You know what I write typically so you know what to expect.

Thank you all for the encouragement and I hope you enjoy.❤️

The newlyweds are elusive. You end the night alone, simmering in the back of the Cadillac, the driver silent. Another of your father’s men. Had he been promised a piece too?

The buzz of alcohol doesn’t last at the sobering revelation. The shadow of Bucky’s touch lingers under your dress, tingling down your leg, pulsing in the arch of your foot. His words replay in your head over and over, your father’s nod, the indifferent dancers playing their part in the background.

Bucky let you go with a kiss on the cheek, lingering but gentle. His lack of resistance betrayed his certainty. He has no reason to be pushy because the deal is made. Your father has made his irrefutable declaration.

You go to bed angry. The happy couple will be away on their honeymoon. A convenient escape.

The large house, the manse behind its tall gates, is empty and quite as you are left to mull in your displeasure. You rehearse all the words you’ll say to your father. Him? What am I? A cow to be traded? I am your daughter!

Your anger roils higher and higher as the night before curdles with the anticipation of your confrontation. Usually, you would enjoy the time alone. In fact, you were happy to have the opportunity to be free of Kendra and her laughable airs.

The time slogs by torturously. You should buy a ticket and fly down to Miami to confront your father. Kendra too. You know she’s had something to do with this.

You talk yourself down. No, that’s not the way to handle your father. That’s too far and once you cross a line, there is no going. Daddy he may be but dangerous nonetheless.

You resign yourself to a day by the pool, laying in the sun behind a pair of oversized sunglasses. The soft trickle of the filter only agitates you as dread tugs at your mind. Just stop thinking. You’ve never had a problem with that before.

You ask Marcia, the only constant in your life, to bring you one of the colourful vodka drinks from the bar. The loyal maid returns with the bottle, already uncapped, and leaves it on the square glass table beside your loungers. You roll over on your stomach and take a drink from the long neck before settling your forehead against your bent arms.

The sun beams down on your back, warm the fabric of your bottoms, raising beads of sweat across your skin. You nurse the drink until its no longer cold, chugging down the last stringent mouthful with a sneer. Another is in order if you’re going to make through today, let alone the rest of the week.

You drop your head again and close your eyes. Tomorrow, you could do some shopping, offer a little payback on the credit card statement. Maybe a party at the house, it’s the perfect opportunity and you could use company beyond your dire internal monologue.

You hear the sliding door and without looking up, you call to the maid, “Marcia, would you mind bringing me another? The watermelon this time, please.”

“I am a fan of peach myself,” Bucky intone and you shoot your head up in surprise.

“What are you doing here?” You snarl as his eyes rove down your back, shamelessly lingering on your ass.

“I’ve come to see my future wife,” he gives a crooked smirk.

You sit up and reach for the towel draped over the back of the chair. His hand settles over it and keeps you from swiping it away. You glare at him as he stares down at you.

“I wanted to take you to dinner. Properly.”

“Dinner? I don’t have much of an appetite,” you stand, lifting your chin defiantly.

“Ah, sweetheart, come on. We always got along so well.”

You scoff and look away, “I get along with all daddy’s men. You know how it is.”

“I’m not just your daddy’s man,” he brings his finger up under your chin and turns your head back to him, “you know I’m not like them.”

“I don’t know you at all. You all just put on the same act for him. I’m not stupid.”

“Oh, don’t I know it,” he purrs with a wink, “I wouldn’t marry a stupid woman.”

“Ugh,” you shove his hand away and march to the edge of the pool, “I’m busy, can’t you see? Having a swim.”

You stretch to dive in but are suddenly wrenched back by your elbow. He twists your arm back painfully, spinning you to face him.

“We’re going to dinner, sweetheart.”

“No, we’re not. Get out of my house.”

He snorts, “your house? I think you mean daddy’s.”

You clench your jaw and gulp, gathering spit in the back of your throat.

“Don’t even think of spitting in my face,” he warns as he squeezes your arm tightly, “I’ve never earned that from you. Don’t be a brat and go put something pretty on for me.”

You jut your jaw and wriggle against his grasp, “how long were you waiting for it, huh? You fucking creep–”

“Now, don’t be rude. You always were sweet on me, let’s not pretend. Such a little flirt.”

“Ha, the midlife crisis is talking,” you retort.

His tongue slips out and he wets his lips. His eyes drift down and he considers you. He slowly removes his hand from your arm. You step back to rub the tender flush, keeping your arm across your chest defensively.

“I was nice, wasn’t I?” He softens, “you know I can be nice so why are you pushing me?”

“Because. I. Don’t. Want. To. Marry. An. Old. Man.” You enunciate each word sharply. “Even you.”

His jaw ticks but he doesn’t look angry. More amused. He crosses his arms, “old man, better than a little boy.”

You scowl, “can’t you buy a different wife? That’s all I am. As good as a suitcase full of bills.”

“Is that what you think?”

“Don’t pretend you’re not like them.”

“I’m not pretending. I asked your daddy out of respect. Tradition. But you’re not just any woman, you’re the one that I want. The only one.”

You stare at him. His blue eyes glint dangerously as he stands with shoulders squared, unflinching as he takes steady breaths.

“I’m a patient man, sweetheart,” he says, “so I’ll give you some time to get ready for dinner.” He smirks and bends his arm to graze the coarse hair along his chin, “I’ve waited a long time to have a doll like you on my arm.”

[lostsyren]

ᯓ★ perfect a gold-digger!sofia concept

{summary: what if sofia’s primary motive was to live the kook life? and what if rafe was her ticket to that dream?}

{a/n: it was fun to characterise sofia in a different way– i personally don’t think she’s a gold digger, so i added a bit of a softer spin to the concept! let me know what you think and what else you’d like to see from her or rafe’s characters!}

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𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 He was perfect. Massive house, flashy car, shiny watch– Rafe Cameron, the kook king of the Outer Banks.

Sofia initially admired from afar, it wasn’t hard to after all– Rafe was at the country club almost every day and being the club bartender meant she had front row seats to him. The way all eyes gravitated to his person everytime he entered a room, the hundred dollar bills he’d pull out as tips, the way everyone wanted to be his friend.

Sofia wanted that. Desperately. She’d moved from Mexico to the OBX a few months ago, with barely any money; the money she did have, she used to make a down payment of the small house she’d rented. After that, Sofia quickly learnt the lingo of locals. Kook, Pogue. The Cut, Figure 8. 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

She was a Pogue and her house was on The Cut.

And the golden, glittering people at the club were Kooks and the sprawling white edifices were all on Figure 8.

Sofia burned with bitterness everytime one of those rich assholes bossed her around at work–

Two beers asap

Are you deaf? I said on the rocks

I’d like my bill today lady

But Rafe was different. He was…nice. He learnt her name– Miss Sofia he’d call her– and he’d always leave a generous tip. It just made Sofia more resolute– she wouldn’t stay a Pogue any longer.

“You going to Rafe’s party tomorrow?” She overheard a group of kook guys chatter at the bar. Her shift was nearly over, the sky dark already, and her body exhausted. But she perked up on hearing this.

“The one over at Tannyhill? Yeah I’m down.”

That night she was leaving work, trying to figure out how she’d get into that party as she headed to her car. But then it was like fate had thrust her towards the answer. There approaching her, way down the parking lot, was no other than Rafe Cameron.

Her heart soared in her chest. This was her chance.

They were moments away from crossing each other, Rafe locking eyes with her, throwing her a small half-smile.

Do it, she screamed at herself.

“Hi,” she greeted with a sweet smile.

“Hey,” he responded. Sofia could tell he was caught off guard but he still remained polite. Aside from when he ordered drinks, the two never talked. This was new territory for the both of them.

“I didn’t see you at the club today?”

“Yeah– I uh had some business to sort out.” Rafe stopped, taking the moment to talk with her.

She nodded enthusiastically, shining her big, bright eyes at him.

“You missed me huh?” He said with a smirk.

She was in.

“Of course, you’re my favourite customer.”

She watched him as he subtly eyed her.

“Well I guess I’ll see you then, bye Rafe.” She turned to walk to her car, her breath caught in her chest.

“Wait, wait. I’m having a party tomorrow at my house.”

She slowly turned around to face him, feigning unawareness, “oh…ok.”

“You should come by– if you’re free that is.”

“Yeah that’d be cool. What’s your address?”

Rafe raised his eyebrow as if he didn’t understand the questions, “Tannyhill?”

Sofia shook her head, to say she still didn’t know.

“Shit sorry, I keep forgetting that you’re not from here. Just give me your number and I’ll text it to you.”

And that’s how Sofia managed to be the girl on Rafe Cameron’s arm. It wasn’t hard to like him– he was charming, funny, not to mention handsome. She thought it’d be harder to get into his bed, after all she was a Pogue, a bartender– she was supposed to be invisible to him. But Rafe was surprisingly down. Desperate even. Like he was trying to distract himself from something.

Sofia’s heart sometimes stirred for the boy. But she reminded herself of what she truly wanted– this. The satin bedsheets, the crystal chandeliers, the ocean view.

She didn’t feel bad, or guilty– both her and Rafe’s ‘relationship’ was transactional. They both took things.

For her it was the fancy dinners he’d take her on and hefty tips he’d slide her at the bar and for him it was…company. Sofia realised Rafe Cameron was actually quite lonely.

So she played the part. It wasn’t hard. There was something vulnerable about Rafe that made her care. But she’d always quash it down knowing how messy feelings would be– she wasn’t loosing out on the lux and glitz of the kook life to something as trivial as heartbreak.

Sofia was currently taking a bath in the claw footed tub in the en-suite of Rafe’s bedroom at Tannyhill. Inhaling softly, eyes closed, she breathed in the lavender scent of the water, her hands skimming the iridescent bubbles on the surface.

It was late and after they’d messed around for a bit, Rafe had run her a bath.

Sofia sighed softly to herself thinking this wouldn’t be possible back home with her single shower with the shit water pressure.

A soft knock on the bathroom door interrupted her clouding thoughts.

“Hmn?” She hummed, blinking open her eyes.

“Can I come in?” Rafe asked, on the other side of the door.

“Yeah.”

He entered, Sofia smiling up at home from the bathtub. He’d gotten changed into some grey sweats and a T-shirt that pulled across his arms. Sofia wouldn’t have minded going for another round.

“What’s up?” She smiled, the water reaching her neck.

“Nothing– just wanted to talk to you about something.”

Her heart dropped into her stomach. Was he ending this? This…situationship?

“Hey, what’s wrong?” She simpered, her eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“That day–” he coughed clearing his throat, “that day on the balcony, after you stayed over, you gave me some advice– do you remember?”

Rafe approached Sofia, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, his body turned to face her. Her eyes trailed down to his fingers, the tips of them skimming the bubbly water.

That day on the balcony– that day he was acting…off. He’d been stressed out, terse. It had worried her.

Sofia nodded slowly, noticing how he avoided eye contact with her. “Yeah, what about it?”

“You really helped me that day…more than you know.” He mumbled.

Sofia lifted her hand out the water, locking her fingers with his, “Rafe– is everything ok?” She was seriously beginning to worry now, the feeling of care, that warm sticky emotion, worming its way inside her heart. When she felt like that she’d forget what this was– she’d forget how Rafe saw her as a fuck buddy, and she’d forget how she saw him as a gold mine. Instead she only saw him and how she wanted to help him feel better.

“Everything is fine. I uh just wanted to say thank you for that.”

She gave him a confused, lopsided smile, “you’re welcome?”

“Here I got something for you.” He let go of her hand, pulling out a small black box from his pocket, and giving it to her to open.

Sofia glanced at the box, then back up at him. He had a stupid smirk plastered across his face, the abashed look from before already faded.

“Rafe– you didn’t have to.” She said, internally thrumming with delight. Her fingers slowly opened the gift, revealing a thread of scintillating diamonds resting on black velvet, like stars in the night sky.

“Dios mio,” she breathed. It was beautiful.

“Here let me put it on you.”

“No don’t– I’m in the bath, I don’t want to ruin it.”

Rafe chuckled lowly, “Sof, they’re diamonds– they don’t get ruined.”

She didn’t even know what to respond to that, so she just grinned widely, letting out an excited laugh.

Rafe took out the spool of sparkles, standing up to walk behind her. He knelt down low, bringing the necklace onto her décolleté, Sofia jolting slightly at how cold it felt. She looked down to see the delicate metal rest prettily on her skin, the water lapping up to graze the diamonds.

“It’s so beautiful, thank you Rafe.” She gushed, turning her neck to face him.

“Don’t mention it,” he whispered into her ear, planting a kiss on her temple, peppering more kissed until he reached her lips. Sofia gasped against his mouth, savouring the sensation of the cold diamonds and his hot fingers trailing her neck.

Her broke the kiss, his eyes roving down her face to her chest, “I’ll let you finish your bath.” Rafe stood up, leaving the room.

Sofia felt conflicted. A diamond necklace? For a piece of advice? It felt like an unfair trade. But she quickly got over it when she saw the way they sparkled under the bathroom lights.

This was the life she wanted. And she would bask in it.

“Hurry up alright? I wanna see the necklace on you up close.” Rafe called from the room.

Sofia laughed, “gonna take my time now!” She called back, sinking into the water, closing her eyes once again.

Perfect. This was perfect.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[hils79]

Hils Watches Lovely Runner - Ep 14

Oh so the new time machine sent her back to exactly the same point that the first one did. I wonder if this means there are set points in time that she has to travel to.

And now we've got shenanigans with identical red envelopes that they both dropped. Excellent.

It's just occurred to me that in the previous episode when Im Sol was drunk and crying I just assumed it was because Sunjae was dead, but she had already fixed things at that point so she was crying because he doesn't know her now. THEY FOOLED ME!

Aww it's like the early episodes before I found out Sunjae had been secretly in love with Im Sol the whole time

Is Sunjae an actor now instead of an idol? If so I think I see where this is going...

Oh nooooooo has she just sent Im Sol's script to Sunjae by mistake? So I saw where it was going but also not really because I did not expect this!

Not surprised Sunjae is crying. I am also crying.

Well now he's definitely going to do it out of spite

Aww even in a universe where he never met Im Sol as a teen he still sucks at dating other people

Aww they're at the same bar that they went to in the other timeline

This is actually a role reversal of the early episodes where this time he thinks she hates him when actually she's been in love with him this whole time. God, I love this drama.

Never over how people in kdramas wear sweaters and hoodies to sleep in. Is it just because the sets are cold?

Well now I'm depressed. The actor they described as being super old was only born a year before me 😭

She's still answering calls from numbers she doesn't know I see

I love that he's gone from 'she'd better hope I never see her again' to 'I'm going to tell her to her face that I don't want to do her movie' to 'PLEASE LET ME DO IT I'LL WORK FOR FREE 🥺'

Well it's nice that in this timeline he has no self-respect when it comes to her either. Boy is whipped no matter what universe he's in.

Because that is a core part of his personality

Oh no! Of course he's still around. He really is like the terminator! And now he's going to kidnap and murder the stalker girl because Im Sol wasn't at Sunjae's apartment to catch her and take her out for dinner

Aww grandma wandered off and found Sunjae's dad

Oh, I guess Sunjae is still an idol. But a soloist instead of the singer in a band?

Oh, I guess the stalker got away? Unless this is a different woman.

Aww look he's smitten already

Ooh is he starting to remember the other timelines?

How does she not recognise him? They literally watched him present an award on tv a few days ago.

I keep forgetting that grandma in her lucid moments knows exactly what's going on

Oh, good, she did escape

I feel like Taesung might actually catch this dude and do it properly. He seems a lot more efficient than his dad. Also, there's only 2 eps left so someone has to get him soon

Ohhh! Is that the winning lottery ticket? I had forgotten about Im Sol giving her brother the winning numbers

LOL I was just tagging this post and

None of my other liveblogs have shown up as a popular tag wtf

[earthtoharlow]

Flashing Lights

Jack Harlow x SingerOC

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05. Toronto

“Are you listening to anything I’m saying?” CoCo, Maryse’s manager asked her. 

Well, no. Maryse thought in her head. They had been having this meeting for over an hour now, and truthfully she had stopped listening after they decided to change which song should be her first single. She just wanted to get out of there and head over to see Jack. She needed a break.

The pair had broke the internet when the paparazzi photos came out from when they got lunch, it got even crazier after Jack’s Instagram post. 

“Sure, whatever you say. Yes to everything.” Maryse was over this. 

“OH? So you want me to tell Drake’s team that you’re declining his invite to his concert in Toronto next week?”

“Wait…”

“Exactly” CoCo said with a pointed stare. 

“Ok ok, I’m sorry CoCo. We’ve been having this meeting for hours now. I know how important this album is, it’s my debut! But you’re more stressed about it than I am!”

CoCo let out a sigh before putting her notes down. “Alright, fine. I guess, you’re free to go see that man now.” She says before shooing Maryse away

She didn’t have to tell her twice. Maryse walked around the table and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and headed towards the exit. She stopped at the door and cheekily asked CoCo, “What man?” She dashed out the door with a laugh when CoCo threw her pen at her. 

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“Urban, stop!” The muffled sound of Jack’s voice came through the door as Maryse stood at the front of his place in LA.

She could hear shuffling on the other side before the door opened and she was greeted by Urban as he leaned one hand against the door. Jack was behind him just shaking his head. “Hey, Maryse! It’s nice to finally meet you when you aren't intoxicated.”

Maryse groaned at that, remembering that he was there that night at the bar. She greeted him with a hug before Urban stepped aside to let her in. As Maryse walked in she wiped the bottom of her shoes on the rug before taking them off and placing them by the door. When she looked up Jack was standing there waiting to greet her. Jack walked up to her and pulled her in for a big hug. Maryse took a moment to take in his cologne, he always smelled so good. Just as they were about to pull away, Urban said from behind them “get a room!”

Jack pulled away before reaching out and punching Urban in the arm. He turned back around, giving Maryse an apologetic smile. She thought the slight blush on his cheeks was cute. 

Jack walked her towards the kitchen “I’m happy you’re here. I just wanna apologize if those pictures of us hanging out caused any trouble.” Maryse waved her hand at him, “Jack, you don’t have anything to apologize for. I can deal with fans and the media. Trust me, I’d rather them talking about the two of us rather than bringing my ex up any chance they get.” She told him with an eye roll. 

Jack nodded understandingly, before letting Maryse walk in the kitchen first. She stopped in her tracks at the sight in front of her. Maryse immediately turned back around to Jack in shock. “What’s all this?” There was a popcorn machine with two movie buckets stacked next to it. Boxes of pizza, and every single movie candy you could think of. Jack turned his kitchen into a movie theater snack bar. It was incredible.

“Too much?” Jack said from behind her, rocking on the back of his heels nervously. She shook her head. 

“You said on the phone earlier that you needed to not think about music for a few hours so I figured we could have a movie night.”

Maryse started to get excited, “Really?”

Jack nodded before reaching into his pocket and pulling out two fake movie tickets, before handing one to her.

“Yes, really!” He said with a laugh "So pick your snacks and then we can go to the living room and pick any movie you want to watch.” Maryse caught him off guard and jumped into his arms and pulled him into a hug. “This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done. Thank you so much, Jack”

They still had their arms around each other as they pulled away. “Anytime, we all deserve a little break.” Jack said, staring in her eyes before looking down at her lips. He never wanted to kiss someone so bad. 

“Uh, why are you guys staring at each other like that?” Jack and Maryse jumped at the sound of Urban’s voice, and stepped away from one another. 

Maryse was the first to speak. “I was just thanking him for all of this..” she said and motioned to the food and movie snacks around them. 

“Ah, got it! Well you know I did help him with this. I mean, I ordered the pizza. Where’s my thank you embrace?” Urban joking said. Maryse laughed with a nod and walked over and gave him a hug as well. She couldn’t see but behind her, Jack stuck up his middle finger at Urban and mouthed at him to leave the house. 

Pulling away, Urban grabbed two bags of M&Ms and told the pair goodbye. “It was nice to finally meet you, Maryse. I’m sure I’ll see you soon.”

“You sure you don’t wanna stay?” Maryse asked him

“Nah, I’ve got a date.” He said before waving goodbye. 

After he left Jack and Maryse grabbed their snacks and popcorn before heading to the living room. After scrolling through the movie selection the two settled on Fast & Furious. Jack was shocked to hear that she had never seen the series. 

“Wait? So he’s an undercover cop?” Maryse questioned before shoving more popcorn in her mouth. 

Jack nodded and chewed his candy before replying. “Yeah, Dom and that other guy are suspects in this case.”

“Oh I see, I hate that he’s lying to Mia. All white men do is lie.” Maryse said, ignoring the look of shock on Jack’s face at what she said.

“Now, hold on—“ Jack was cut off by Maryse who told him hush “Be quiet! I can’t hear Vin Diesel!”

They managed to make it to the third movie before falling asleep on the couch. At some point during the night, Maryse ended up asleep on his chest. When Urban walked in, he couldn’t help but pull out his phone and take a photo. It would be a good story to tell them when they finally stopped ignoring their feelings for one another. 

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Maryse was back home in NY for a few hours. She was currently in the laundry room, folding clothes. Her flight to Toronto left in a few hours, so she was making sure she had everything packed and ready. As Maryse was walking back to her room to add more clothes to her suitcase, her phone started to ring. Seeing that it was Jack she immediately answered. 

“Hey Jack!” She answered before putting the phone on speaker. “Hey” his voice always sent chills through her body. 

“I hope I’m not bothering you.” He said. Maryse shook her head like he could see her. “Of course not, I’m just doing laundry. So thank you for calling. I needed a reason to stop.” 

Jack laughed a little on the other line. “I know this is last minute, but I called asking if you wanted to come with me to see Drake In Toronto this weekend?”

There was a beat of silence before Maryse started laughing. Jack had never been so confused. “I’m sorry, Jack. I’m not laughing at you, it’s just that I’m literally packing to go to Toronto for Drake’s concert. So I’ll see you there!”

Jack let out the breath he was holding, happy that was the reason she was laughing. “Oh that’s even better! I’ll see you there then.”

They talked for a few more minutes before hanging up. 

Maryse continued packing after getting off the phone. She was even more excited for the trip now. 

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Maryse flashed her pass to the security before they let her into the vip section of the venue. Drake would be getting on stage any minute now. Jack has been in town since yesterday but of course she’s been working nonstop since she got to Toronto on Thursday. So she hasn’t been able to see him yet. Jack had texted her letting her know he was already in his seat waiting for her, now she just has to find him. 

Sometimes Maryse hated how short she was, yeah she had on heels but she still couldn’t see over the tall bodies around her. Just as she was about to call him, she heard her name being called. Turning around, Maryse saw Jack waving his arm so she could spot him. She quickly squeezed past everyone and run towards him, giving him a big hug before he could speak. 

“What am I chopped liver?” Urban exclaimed from behind them. Maryse pulled away from Jack with a laugh and gave Urban a hug as well. 

Maryse put her purse on the small table in front of her before sitting down next to Jack. Leaning closer so he could hear her better she spoke in Jack’s ear “I’m telling you now, I will not apologize for how I act when Drake comes out.”

Jack laughs with a nod as the lights of the venue start to dim. “Wouldn’t expect anything less.” 

After the first few songs, Maryse could tell Jack was trying to play it cool, reaching down to grab his hands and she pulled him to his feet. They started rapping the lyrics to each other. Maryse jumped in her seat when the opening chords of Work started. That song always got Maryse to dance no matter who was around. She started grinding against Jack. At that moment she wished there were fewer layers of fabric between them, as his hands gripped her hips tightly. She was positive that her dress was probably riding up her ass in the crudest way possible but she didn’t care. 

Maryse’s back was still facing Jack as she continued to grind her hips up against him. Reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, her heart started hammering as he breathed in her ear. Long, hot, heavy breaths. 

“If you had a twin, I would still choose you.” Jack sung in her ear. He then spun her around so they could face each other, pulling her into his chest. Thrusting his hips into her lower stomach.

Maryse had never been so grateful for the dark lighting in the vip area. She couldn’t imagine what the reactions of everyone on the floor would think seeing them dancing like this. 

The two kept eye contact with each other as the song started to fade out into the next track. All of Jack’s attention was on Maryse and Maryse alone. She loved it. She loved how confident Jack was. It was refreshing. Maryse was falling for this man. She was no longer ignorant to the fact that she liked him. Her brain was telling her to run before she got hurt, but her heart wouldn’t let her walk away. Besides, she didn’t think she could walk away, even if she wanted to. 

Jack Harlow had completely taken her. 

Their foreheads were pressed together now. Maryse slid her hands up his chest and then to the back of his neck. 

“Jack.” She whispered out. 

“I know.” Maryse leaned up and placed her lips on his. Jack moaned into her mouth and tightened his grip around her. 

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AN: WOAH! they finally kissed!! hehe took them long enough! Tell me what ya think! Hope you all enjoyed this :)

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[stiles-banshees]

Good Things Come in Threes: Chapter Four

Summary: Growing up on the East Coast her whole life, Summer Hastings always longed for more. The niece of Penny Benjamin would often fly out to the West Coast every summer to visit her aunt and cousin. Summer didn't realize how much her life would change that night she called her aunt to book her plane ticket when she was 18 years old when a certain Jake Seresin answered the phone.

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Warnings: 18+, swearing

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“You okay?” Natasha asked Summer for the millionth time that day.

Summer hadn’t spoken to the aviators since they got news of the mission being moved up.  Hangman worried once they reached two days of no contact. He would’ve lasted longer if the girl didn’t cut contact with Rooster and Phoenix too. So, when that second day rolled around, Hangman asked Phoenix to check on their friend.

“Why can’t you check on her? You’re the one worrying.” Phoenix asked him.

“You’re her best friend. I don’t know how to handle this yet.” He said.

“She needs space, Hangman. She always does in these cases. You never know how long, but she comes back. She was like this before her dad’s missions too.” She said.

“Phoenix,” Hangman begged.

“I’ll check on her later. Penny said she’ll be at the Hard Deck.”

“I’m okay. I just forgot how suddenly these things can change, is all.” Summer bit the inside of her cheek, wiping down the same spot on the bar top.

“He’s worried about you,” Nat said.

“And I’m worried about all of you,” Summer huffed.

“It’s our job, Sum. You know that.” Nat reminded her. “Which is why we’re going to pretend it’s not dangerous and finally talk about our men since the bar doesn’t open for another hour.”

Summer narrowed her eyes at her friend before her lips broke into a small smile.

“What do you want to know?” Summer asked, abandoning the rag she was using and leaning against the bar.

“I hate asking, but is he a good kisser?” Her friend asked.

“I wouldn’t know,” Summer blushed sheepishly.

“What? The one time he listens to me is when I expect him not to.” Nat’s eyes widened.

“He did try, but Rooster came in. So,” Summer shrugged.

“Oh, you’re pissed about that,” Nat laughed. “You called Bradley ‘Rooster.’”

“Yeah, well, now I’ll probably never kiss him. Or have sex with him. God, why does he have to be an aviator? I hate this.” Summer groaned. “Anyway, how were things with Coyote?”

“Really good. I’d say ditching you with Hangman was worth it.” Nat nodded.

“Can you try to get him to come tonight? I know it’s technically your last free night before back-to-back training.” Summer asked.

“I’ll get him here,” Nat promised.

Penny rushed into the bar, looking disheveled.

“Fun night, Pen?” Nat teased.

“Even Penny’s having sex,” Summer said, letting her head fall against her crossed arms on the countertop.

“You haven’t fucked Hangman?” Penny asked her niece, perplexed.

Nat looked taken aback by Penny’s language.

“Nat told Jake to stay away from me, and he listened.” Summer explained.

“How was I supposed to know that’d be the one time he listens to me?” Nat asked.

“I would get on that if I were you, Summer,” Penny suggested, grabbing the rag Summer discarded moments ago. “There are two perks about seeing an aviator, ‘We might die’ sex and ‘We almost died’ sex.”

“Your aunt’s right.” Nat agreed. 

“Please don’t refer to her as my aunt while we talk about this.” Summer cringed.

“I can get Amelia and me out of the house tonight if you want,” Penny said.

“They have training tomorrow,” Summer said.

“Call times at eleven, and Mav wanted me to invite you to tomorrow’s session to ease your nerves. Cleared it with Cyclone and everything. You’ll be sitting in the lounge listening to the radio, but he figured that’s something, at least. He said you used to do it with your dad.” Nat said.

Penny smiled at the olive branch her boyfriend was giving her niece.

“I’ll be there,” Summer nodded. “Not that I’m planning on actually sleeping with Jake tonight, but if I was going to-”

“Condoms are in the bathroom cabinet,” Penny cut her off.

Natasha laughed, and Summer pushed her.

Two hours later, the bar was open and packed. There was nowhere to sit, and the Benjamin women were hounded behind the bar counter. Summer’s friends hadn’t shown up yet, either. Well, as far as she knew. She couldn’t see much with how many people were packed in the building.

“I don’t get how you do this every night,” Summer sighed, leaning against the liquor shelf during a lull.

“Just think about the tips, sweets,” Penny said, taking a step back to scan the bar. “Your friends are here. Go ahead,”

“Are you sure?” Summer asked.

“If it gets bad, I’ll pull Mav behind the bar to help.” Penny laughed.

Summer laughed before walking in the direction of her friends. Surprisingly, they were all wearing casual clothes instead of their usual uniforms.

“Why are you guys dressed like normal people?” Summer asked, stunned to see they even packed civilian clothes for their mission.

“Tonight, we’re just a group of people. No callsigns or anything.” Bob spoke first.

“We figured you had enough of the Navy aspect, so we wanted to give you some normalcy.” Nat grinned, hugging her.

“I really just wanted to see Hangman in shorts.” Bradley laughed honestly.

“Bradley!” Nat scolded.

“Sorry, I meant Jake.” He corrected himself.

Summer’s eyes looked over to Jake, seeing him standing there quietly. His hands were in his pockets, and his hair was messy as he looked at her. His eyes scanned her whole frame, taking in the blue sundress she was sporting, and he smirked.

“You did buy the dress,” Javy said, breaking Summer out of her little Jake daze.

She was in the middle of admiring how his gray t-shirt clung to his biceps when Javy spoke.

“Oh, yeah. It was on sale. You know me, can’t live without these.” Summer laughed awkwardly.

“Do you only wear dresses? I feel like I haven’t seen you in anything else.” Mickey asked her, sipping a beer that Reuben brought over.

Summer sat on the corner of a pool table, and Natasha followed her lead, immediately sandwiching them together.

“I haven’t unpacked fully,” Summer shrugged. “I’m only staying with Penny until I save up enough for my own place.”

“Are you planning on staying here?” Jake spoke up.

“Most likely. This has always been like a second home to me anyway. And I have family here.” Summer squeezed Nat’s hand when she answered.

“You’re my family, too,” Nat whispered to her friend.

“I’m grabbing some beers since Payback only thought to bring some over for him and Fanboy.” Bradley huffed before stalking off, Bob and Javy in tow.

“Legal names, Bradshaw!” Nat called out to him, and he flipped her off. 

“I’m gonna distract these two. You should talk to Jake.” Nat suggested before starting a conversation with Reuben and Mickey.

Jake took that as his cue to walk up to the girl sitting on the pool table.

“Hastings,” He breathed.

“Seresin,” She replied.

“You look good.” He winked.

“Good enough for you to come home with me tonight?” Summer asked directly.

“Summer,” Jaked faltered.

“Jake, please?” She asked, placing her hands on his biceps.

Jake looked at the floor as he contemplated his options.

“Okay,” He answered.

“Okay?” She grinned.

“I’ll come over,” He nodded.

“Great,” Summer giggled and pulled him closer.

“What about Penny and Amelia? They know we’re…together, right?” He asked, feeling out the words as he said them.

“Oh, is that what I should be telling people? We’re together?” She laughed.

“That’s what I’ve been telling people,” Jake shrugged before happily accepting a beer from Bradley.

“Bradley, did you know about this?” Summer asked her friend as she accepted her spiked lemonade.

“Know about what?” He asked, looking at the couple.

“Jake’s telling everyone we’re together.” She pointed between herself and the grinning blond.

“He’s been doing that forever. Where have you been for the last three years?” Bradley chuckled.

“That’s why no one’s approached me. I always thought it was because I was Penny’s niece,” Summer realized. “I barely talked to you three years ago!”

“But we’re here now,” Jake said as he grabbed her chin with his free hand.

The two stared at each other, Jake smiling fondly while Summer’s cheeks tinged pink.

“Aw, you gonna kiss her?” Bradley cooed, watching them.

“Bradshaw, I swear to god,” Jake said, gritting his teeth as he glared at the brunette.

“Babe, no.” Summer said, quickly placing her drink next to her thigh to grab Jake’s face to keep him facing her.

Bradley laughed loudly, causing the rest of the group to look over at the two occupying the pool table.

“Holy shit, Jake, are you blushing?” Nat gasped, walking over to them.

“He totally is,” Bradley cackled.

“I didn’t even think that was possible.” Javy laughed.

“You called me ‘babe.’” Jake ignored their friends, only focusing on the girl in his arms.

“I did, didn’t I?” Summer bit her lip to keep from smiling.

“Time to go?” He asked her.

“Absolutely,” She breathed.

Jake and Summer abandoned their barely consumed drinks and barely said goodbye to their friends before walking to the exit. Summer quickly ran behind the bar to let Penny know she was leaving.

“Pen, I’m leaving,” Summer said loud enough for the woman to hear her.

“Do you need some money for takeout? You guys didn’t eat.” Penny said.

“We’ll be fine. I have money,” Summer said.

“Nice try, sweetheart. You’re not paying for dinner.” Jake interjected over the counter. “I got her, Penny.”

Penny mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Jake before hugging her niece and reminding her that neither she nor Amelia would be back at the house later.

“Ready?” Summer asked Jake once she left Penny’s embrace.

The duo linked arms and walked out of the bar. The walk to the Benjamin household was only five minutes, but it felt much shorter. Summer was nervous. And not the cute kind of nervous, the vile sort. She dropped her house key once they made it to the front door.

“Clumsy girl,” Jake chuckled as he picked the key off the ground, unlocking the door himself.

They were halfway upstairs when Summer stopped in her tracks.

“Jake, you don’t have clothes.” She said, looking down at him.

“Sweetheart, you never gave me back the clothes I let you borrow. So, unless Penny or Amelia took them, you have ‘em.” He reminded her.

Summer nodded as she thought back to the clothes neatly folded on her chair before finally guiding him to her room.

“Wanna order a pizza?” Summer asked, shutting the door behind them.

Jake nodded and kicked off his shoes before sitting on her bed. Summer’s room was almost exactly how he had pictured it. Her wall was covered in polaroid photos of her family and friends. Sheet music littered her desk, and a guitar was sitting in the corner.

“Gonna be a music teacher?” He asked.

“What? Oh, yeah. I majored in music education. I wanna teach at an elementary school, though.” She blushed as she scrolled through her phone to place an online order.

“We should talk about that more. About you more.” Jake said.

“What do you mean?” She asked once she was done, joining him on her bed, far up enough to lean a shoulder against the headboard.

Jake moved to rest his back against it.

“I feel like when we talk, it’s always about flying, or me, or Phoenix. We never talk about you.” He explained.

“What do you wanna know?” She asked.

Jake grabbed Summer’s hand and interlocked their fingers.

“What’s your favorite color?” He asked.

“Really?” Summer laughed.

“I’m dead serious.” He said.

“It changes all the time. Right now, I’d say it’s green. Like your eyes.” She answered softly.

Jake let out an extensive breath at her answer.

“I don’t know your plan for tonight, but it’s working.” He huffed.

“I’m just trying to get you to kiss me, Seresin.” Summer grinned.

“Hastings,” He said, voice gruff.

“Make a move, Hangman. Nat’s surprised you haven’t already, and so am I. I thought you liked me.” She whispered.

“Sweetheart, I have to tell you something, and you have to promise not to make fun of me.” He said.

Summer nodded, gesturing for him to go on.

“I’m so nervous to start things with you now. Especially because the mission got moved up. It’s not fair to you at all.” He said.

“Jake-” She started.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” He cut her off.

“You’d risk our happiness over a what-if? That’s not the Jake I know.” Summer laughed lightly.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I care about you,” Jake said honestly. “Now, don’t change the subject. Where are you from?”

Summer rolled her eyes at the man before subtly moving closer to him.

“New York, actually.” She said. “You?”

“Texas,” He answered.

“You’re joking. Do you have a cowboy hat? Can I wear it?” She laughed.

“Sure, why not?” Jake chuckled at the implication that would come from that.

Their laughter died down after a few minutes, and they sat silently. Summer felt happy knowing she could just sit with Jake and have fun. The silence was something she’d measured with her friends. She enjoyed sitting in silence with her friends. Things with Jake were different. 

With Jake, she never wanted to stop talking, and she never wanted him to stop talking. She constantly wanted to hear his voice. Whether it be about work, his friends, or him complaining about her friends, she would always perk up, ready to listen. Sure, she loved the silence with him too. It happened rarely and would usually be around their friends, but they’d find ways to silently communicate. Summer would fumble with her pool stick, so he’d come over to ‘help’ while Jake would snap his eyes over to the emergency exit if he needed to speak to her alone. They got each other. It was their thing.

“I’m happy we met,” Summer whispered, scooting closer to him to place her head on his shoulder.

“Even though I bodychecked you three years ago?” Jake laughed, leaning his head against hers while he drew circles on her hand with his thumb.

“Oh, if you didn’t do it, I would’ve.” She laughed.

“I didn’t mean to do it. Javy actually pushed me.” He said.

“So you didn’t think I was pretty enough to bodycheck?” She teased.

“Sweetheart, you can barely get through the crowd at the Hard Deck on a usual night. I didn’t wanna hurt you.” He said.

“I’m sure if I bumped my head that night, you would’ve taken care of me,” She shrugged.

“Penny would’ve murdered me. No question.” Jake deadpanned.

“Yeah, but then I would’ve had this weird little crush on you that she’d make fun of me forever.” Summer cringed.

“Doesn’t she do that now?” He joked.

Summer pushed him, and he barely moved. Jake laughed at her attempt and then pulled her onto his lap before she could retreat.

“You’re so mean to me sometimes.” Summer pretended to be angry, but she was smiling.

“I can be meaner. Just ask Trace and Bradshaw.” He laughed again.

“You’ve been working on that, right?” She asked, thinking back to a recent conversation about him attempting to be tolerable for his coworkers.

“Yes, ma’am. Just like I promised.” He grinned at the girl on his lap.

“Good,” Summer leaned in to kiss his cheek but miscalculated, landing a peck right on the corner of his lips.

Summer squeaked, trying to move off Jake’s lap, but he anchored her with his arms.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, now smiling.

“I’m gonna go crawl in a hole and die. That wasn’t supposed to happen.” She groaned, hiding her face in her hands.

“Summer,” Jake chuckled and used a hand to pry hers from her face.

“What?” She pouted at him.

Jake leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, and Summer almost jumped back. She wasn’t able to because Jake was still holding her, though. Once Summer had a chance, she pushed him a bit to let him know she had to breathe. Jake pulled back but kept his forehead resting against hers.

“Jake,” She said breathlessly.

“It’s okay,” He said before pulling her into another kiss, all of their worries seemingly forgotten.

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Here is a link to my masterlist if you’d like to read any of my other writings or if you would like to send requests :)

[rebelyelling]

It has been a while since i did one of these.

Stuff my patrons say (i work at a dive bar)

Patron: Everytime i come in here i get racially profiled. Ima stop coming in here. (Proceeds to become a regular)

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P1: (pointing at me) thats my wife!

P2: nice. (To me) i met this guy on road crew

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P1: (shutting outside door to block karaoke) some people should not pic up a mic

P2: (to p1) like you!

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P: if i sing Single Ladies can i get a free drink?

Me: no

P: i’m singing it anyway

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Context: two patrons who knocked a guy out months before happen to be there at the same time as the guy they hit

Me: you boys be on your best behavior now

P1: i have never caused an issue here. I’m an angel!

Me pointing to guy they hit

P1: i’ll behave

P2: *laughing the whole time*

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P (a straight white man): i’m a lesbean!

Bartender 2 (an actual lesbean): high five

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P (who i just sold a losing keno ticket to): you are, and pardon my French, fucking useless

Me: *cackling*

P: you either sell me a loser or one that too high to be redeemed here. I had to go to (state lottery hq) last time

Me: no inbetween

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P: are we family

Me: idk are we?

P: we are now

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P: what i wouldnt give to gobble you up

Me: *laughing* you’ve said that for years

P: and its still true!

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P1: you don’t turn your back on family!

P2: *cheering*

Me: is…are you quoting the Fast and the Furious?

P1: yes

P2: gotta live your life a quarter mile at a time

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P1: thats my wife (pointing at me)

P2: no shit? Like actually your wife

P1: no! Just my bar wife

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Me to bar husband: this is our son now (baby faced freshly 21)

P1 (husband): damn we made one ugly kid

P2 (son): fuck off

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P1: thats my mom (points at me) and this is my real mom (points at real mom)

Me: did…did you really want us to meet?

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P1: (talking about some historical event)

P2: girl, i only got to Anne Frank

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P: its colder than a goats teet in here

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Someone comes into the parkinglot laying on the horn

Me: who the fuck is doing that

Regular comes in

P: did you hear me coming in? I had to improvise since i dont have a screaming goat

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Me: yeah the bikers gave me a road name

P: thats cool, whatd you do to get it

Me: well when youre clumsy…

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P1: hey i heard you crashes your motorcycle. Are you okay?

Me: yeah im good. I walked away with just a split lip

P1: thats good, whatd you hit?

P2: a dumpster!

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P1: i heard you had fun in Sturgis

P2: i did, i fell off a golfcart

P1: oh like (me)

Me: copycat

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P1: you know what, id like to talk to the manager

Me: let me find someone who cares *spins around* yes sir how can i help

P2: she got you there

P1: that was fucking good

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Context: i got a puppy and he was only ten weeks at the time

P: im usually scared of dogs, but this guys my buddy

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Context: regular walked out on his bill

Me: *cleaning kitchen and hears regular* *holding soapy knife* if you ever walk out again

P: babygirl please! Im sorry

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Context: karaoke is aloud to go over but we have a hard limit of 2:00 am and this person wanted to sing a song at 2:01. She was also really off key

Karaoke DJ: you have to ask the bartender

Me: *looks up to see him violently shaking his head no* sorry no can do

P: i’ll pay you $50

Me: *struggling* im sorry i cant

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Theres many more but this post is long

[piastappies]

MEDDLE ABOUT !

all she was supposed to do was to stand in the front row, hyping up her cousin, not get the lead guitarist fall on his knees for her.

notes: rockstar!xavier thorpe x reader. reader is a cousin of enid. xavier, ajax, yoko, and enid are in a band called nevermore. highly inspirated by meddle about by chase atlantic mentions of alcohol, weed, implied sex. unedited.

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you remember the night, when you met xavier thorpe for the first time. it happened during at one of the concerts in your town, after your cousin got you a ticket in the front row. it’d be a lie, if you said that he hadn’t taken your breathe away the second you held eye contact.

he looked ethereal, hair dyed on a platinum blonde, shirt quite ripped, dark, cargo pants, and a smirk that hovered over his lips for most of the event. sweat glistening on his forehead as he focused himself on you, the expression on his face not changing a bit.

you were enchated, not only by his devilishly handsome appearance — that could be an accurate definition of what you like in men — but also for his engagement in the concert, for how angelic he looked pulling the strings of his guitar, not even looking at it, eyes not leaving yours. it was almost as if he was a magician, who didn’t have to concentrate on anything to ace whatever he was doing.

you expected your cousin’s band to be decent at max, after everything that you’d heard from your relatives, who weren’t really keen on the type of music the band performed. but you were genuinely interested, which could be influenced by the presence of the cute guitarist, but well, you didn’t even know him, and you wanted to go to their other concerts, so that wasn’t exactly the worst thing.

your cousin, enid, smiled at you from the drums, when their gig came to an end, and waved with the widest grin you’ve ever seen on her face. “y/n, you came!” she let out happily, throwing her arms around your neck, pulling you to bend a little so the hug would be more comfortable for each of you.

you matched her smile, hand flying to ruffle her hair playfully as you finally backed away. “dear lord, i would never let my favorite cousin down, would i?” a chuckle left your mouth. “shouldn’t you help your bandmates clean up, enid?” you asked, arms crossed at the chest.

“it’s finee, they won’t really mind.” she dragged out, the delighted expression not wiping off her face. “actually… wouldn’t you like to join us in partying? we haven’t partied in soo long.” the blonde girl begged you, gripping the fabric of your jacket, shaking it a little. “pleasee, y/n.”

“i’d never let down a party.” you laughed, the image of the platinum blonde boy still vivid in your imagination as you thought about partying with the nevermore band. “you know me too well, sinclair.”

the club you were supposed to be partying at was even bigger than the one you used to work at as a waitress in high school. the music was blasting so much that you barely heard your own thoughts, and you liked it. you were longing a good drink ever since you entered the venue of nevermore’s concert. a drink that would give you enough courage to make a move on the guitarist.

you were leaning your back on the bar’s counter, smoke filling your lungs as you tried to explain something to a girl you just met, placing the joint back in between her fingers, making xavier laugh in amusement at your antics. enid hasn’t warned them that you talk about your majors while being drunk.

the stranger seemed to notice xavier sooner that you did, vanishing quicker than he appeared in front of you, a cup filled with vodka mixed with something he couldn’t even remember in his hand, and the smirk.

“all the roads lead to rome, huh?” you smiled, watching him as he took the closest seat to you, his free arm finding a way to wrap itself around your shoulders, giving you the type of feeling you couldn’t recognize. “god, you looked spectacular, you know that?” he leaned closer, his ears somewhere above your ear as his fingertips traced shapes on the bare skin of your shoulder.

“me? oh, mister guitarist, you clearly haven’t looked into the mirror today.” your voice matched his flirty tone, pressing yourself against his chest with a smile he began to adore. “thought i’d drop dead on the floor the second you looked at me.” he laughed right into your ear, the sound of his laughter twirling around your mind.

“god, what would happen if i kissed you?” he asked teasingly, blocking you the way out by standing in front of you with a mischievous grin, not that you even thought about getting away from him.

“there’s only one way to find out.” you let out, your breath short as you felt his on your lips, before he pressed his body against yours, his knee in between your legs, hands wandering around your waist, kissing you harshly.

a pleased sigh fell from your parted lips, whipping your head slightly backwards, fingers tugging on the strands of thorpe’s hair. you’d lie if you said that his action hardly affected you — if it wasn’t for the pleasure you had in feeling his lips on yours, you’d claim that your legs gave up on keeping you still, not because of how well the kiss made you feel.

one of his hands slided down your thigh, squeezing it gently, earning a stuffed hum in return, and another pull on his hair, which xavier had to admit, drove him absolutely insane, in the best way possible. both of you felt like on cloud nine, letting yourselves lose everything at the feeling of your lips brushing against each other.

not too soon after he kissed you, you were interrupted by his bandmate, a boyfriend of your cousin, and the lead singer of nevermore, who tried to order something for enid, and yoko. “i get the tension between you, but find a room of something, could ya?” he rolled his eyes, witnessing how reluctantly you pulled away at his words.

however, xavier took his advance to the heart, pulling you to the exist of the building to the taxi waiting for you outside. as no more than ten minutes passed by, you found yourself at the entrance of one of more expensive hotels in your town, thorpe guiding you to an elevator.

the apartament he had rented was amazing, nonetheless you hadn’t had much time to give it a second thought as the boy decided on continuing what was interrupted at the club, lifting you swiftly to help you get on a kitchen counter. everything was happening so fast that you couldn’t stop the burning feeling in your abdomen, your clothes finding their own place on the tiles.

the next morning you woke up to an empty place in the bed next to you, the sheets still warm, when you brought your feet to the cold wooden flooring. memories from the previous night got even more vivid in your mind, when you put on your underwear on the way to kitchen, catching the shirtless boy sipping on a cup of coffee.

his back was scratched, and covered in hickies you couldn’t be more proud of. a thought slipped through your mind that there was a higher chance, he would remember you now. half of his hair pinned in a bun, the rest were falling down his shoulders. “will you quit staring at me and come here?” he mumbles, looking at you from above the cup, biting back a smile.

“don’t know if that’s possible.” you said jokingly, the shirt he was wearing last night was now loosely hanging on your body as he handed you another cup of coffee. you could hear him match your quiet laughs, the tingling feeling popping up in your stomach.

you’ve truly expected a different type of morning, either seeing his silhouette laying down next to you with his tattooed arms wrapped around your body, or no sight of him in the apartment at all, like if he vanished when you fell asleep. but here you were, shoulders linked with his as you held a small chitchat about anything, his shirt on your body, while the location of a dress you had on last night was unknown to you.

“shit, i’ve gotta get going.” you sighed reluctantly, catching a glimpse of the clock prior. “i had a great time last night.” you let out in undertone, seeing how the boy managed to get closer to you, hands on each side of your body. “xavier.” you chuckled, his touch tickles you.

“what? who said you have to go?” he muttered, his lips brushing against your ear, words twirling in your brain like the most beautiful song. “oh, y/n.”

“hmm, my cousin.” you replied, head whipped slightly to the back as he gave you another unregular line of hickies on your neck. “she’s going to kill me with her long ass nails if i’m late.” you found the strength to push him away. you were met with the same smirk you had yesterday, and a shake of a head.

“jeez, just put your number in my phone, alright? can’t lose a gem like you.” he handed you his phone as you swiftly typed your number, before leaving him with a brief kiss. “hope to see ya later.”

“sure, rockstar.”

after you left the building, you and xavier haven’t met a single time, since your boss decided to dump a shitload of work to do. you felt frustrated, having less than an ounce of concentration in yourself, not mentioning the lack of memory to text him back, which lead him insane, really.

an emerald apron was wrapped around your body as you wiped another stain off one of the tables in the coffee shop you’ve worked at. sweat dripping down your forehead, sleeves of your white button-up rolled to an elbow-level, you were so worked up that you almost missed the sound of the doorbell.

“sorry, but it’s already closed.” you mumbled, not sparing the newcomer a glance.

“good thing i haven’t come here for a coffee, then?” god, his laughter filled your eardrums, recognizing the voice almost immediately. “you didn’t reply to any of my texts.” he added, earning a chuckle in response.

“mr. rockstar misses a girl he fucked once?” you rised your eyebrows up, and smiled with arms crossed at the chest. “well, i don’t think it happened once.” the infamous smirk found its way to his lips.

it didn’t take him long to crash his lips into yours, but the sloppy kiss didn’t last as long as you wanted, he pulled away few seconds later. his eyes looking so intensely into yours almost startling you, lips parted as he spoke.

“i fucking love you.” xavier let out, hands cupping your hips, closing the gap between your bodies. “i’ve never felt it before, you’re on my mind 24/7, and i’m going insane, when i don’t think about you. you drove me crazy by leaving me on read. what do you want me to do? leave the band, and get a job with you here? sure i can do that. i paint, i can paint anything you’d like me to. do you hear me? i’ll do anything you want me to, just let me be your fucking… uh, boyfriend.” his words escaped from between his lips in one breath, causing you to grin.

leaning your palms on the table beside you, you kept thorpe in suspense. “you’re willing to leave the nevermore for me?” you mumbled, trying to bit back the wide grin on your lips. “don’t do that, though.” you added, fixing his denim jacket.

“i feared you’d tell me to do so.” a nervous chuckle fell down his throat, his eyes following the every move of your hands. “but you didn’t answer the last-” he stopped in his tracks, looked you dead in the eyes.

“listen, ajax would probably say i’m crazy, because we only met each other just another day, but girl, you’ve got me down on my knees, and it’s getting harder to breathe out, knowing that you’re not mine yet.”

“you know, enid would probably say i’m crazy, but i feel the same way about you, mr. rockstar. and i’d love to be your girlfriend.” the confession left your mouth as you kissed him. “but i gotta clean the shit up, before my boss fire me.”

[curryandbread]

Hello Curry! Can I request a Twisted Wonderland Headcanon with Dorm Leader when they witness they're S/o almost getting kidnap by someone (can be RSA student or anyone random but please no Neige) that have obsession towards their S/O.

Thank you~ oh! And make it Sfw please.

TWST Dorm Leaders protecting an s/o whose involved in an attempted kidnapping

hi anon!! thank you for requesting~

TW: drugging

Riddle Rosehearts

You were asked to meet someone at Heartslabyul’s rose gardens. It was a heartfelt letter, and for some reason it got you curious to who the sender might be.

Riddle keeps you close whenever you go somewhere. But this is a matter on your own hands, he lets you off once as he bids you a farewell with a kiss on the forehead.

You were waiting, looking around until someone from behind hugs your body tightly as you yelped. Unfortunately, your screams were muffled as the perpetrator covered your mouth with a hand.

Just when you were struggling, Riddle successfully hit the perpetrator down with his magic before running towards you.

He hugs you first thing, cupping your face as he checked if you had any injuries.

Riddle’s eyes were full of fire. He glared down at the person who attempted to kidnap you, not taking another latency of making them pay.

And once the situation was settled, with the perpetrator being taken away, from that since on, he will not leave you alone anymore.

He’d have you stay at his bedroom for security purposes, cuddling you to sleep as he whispered sweet nothings while he’s here.

Leona Kingscholar

Who dared to capture you?! Especially if you’re with the Leona Kingscholar.

In any circumstance that this one person doesn’t know that you’re dating Leona, he just signed himself a ticket for a train to hell.

Someone asks you to meet at the Magift field, offering you to ‘watch a game’, in which you allowed.

Leona would be somewhere unseen, most likely sleeping at random places again.

Someone violently grabs your arm, pinning you down to the ground with both of your arms behind you, you tried thrashing around but the perpetrator had a well-built physique.

Until suddenly, the perpetrator was sent flying by the jaw. The weight hanging over you dispersed immediately.

You look up to see Leona with the grimmest expression. His green orbs practically glowing.

Of course, the perpetrator got the message. As they scrammed without looking back, Leona eyes some of his men and gestured the delinquents to follow them.

Once the two of you are alone, he picks you up and slings you on his shoulder.

“Hey, herbivore. From now on I should see you in my sight. If you’re not there, you know the consequences.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul is the master of trickery, but he never saw it coming that someone would go to such an extent to kidnap you.

You were sitting alone at the bar of Mostro Lounge, waiting for your drink.

One of the students came to add something to your drink. Azul was not at the area, most likely at the VIP room doing his usual business.

You reach for your drink now being delivered to you. You took a sip, suddenly feeling your vision drop. The perpetrator purposely catches you before you even fall to the ground, insisting he’ll take you to the infirmary.

The perpetrator drags you somewhere secluded. Before they even tried to do something, a punch was landed on the perpetrator’s cheek.

All you could here was Floyd’s insanely high-pitched laughs, Jade following behind Floyd.

Once Azul gets the cue, the twins are going to give the perpetrator a little... lesson.

Whilst you can hear the perpetrator being abused by the twins at the back, Azul would stroke your cheek lovingly as he held you close.

“Let’s put it like this, treat it like a contract. You’ll stay by my side forever and never leave me, yes?”

Kalim Al-Asim

He knows he should be the one who’d get kidnapped due to certain cases in the past, but it had to be you instead of him.

You were only eating alone at Scarabia’s kitchen. The dorm head had gone to bed, and you were there to drop by for a little midnight snack.

Whilst your back was turned, arms loomed over you and your mouth was covered, trying to break free from the grip.

However the perpetrator stood his ground. You were struggling until the grip loosened. All you heard was a pan being hit on someone’s head.

It was Kalim who had thrown the pan at the perpetrator, now lying down on the ground.

He runs towards you and pulling you into an embrace, blaming himself for leaving you alone.

Jamil rushes down to see what’s the commotion he’s been hearing at the kitchen, of course, things are taken care of as he is already at the scene.

Next time, Kalim would have to reinforce the dorm with security barriers, and even make you sleep in his room, making sure that you’ll let him know that you’re running off somewhere.

Vil Schoenheit

Of course, some people will look down on you just like how people underestimate Vil.

It was the day of VDC, the representatives were busy preparing for their performance so you were left alone, Grim tagging along with the committees to secure other things for the festival.

You were only sitting on a bench by the stage. A student approaches you and they seemed to be from RSA. They hung around with you until they insisted to take you to a place they want you to see.

You politely decline but somehow the RSA student contained a short temper and was about to lash out on you.

However, Vil was quick to kick the student away from you.

The RSA student will definitely recognize who he just bumped into. Announcing a lot of apologies for his ‘rude’ behavior and leaves the two of you alone.

“Never mind you leaving us here. I’m taking you with me.” Said Vil.

Idia Shroud

Yada... yadaaaaaaa..! No way is he gonna have anyone even lay a finger on you without him around you.

You were only doing laboratory maintenance duties, you alone with another student assigned to help you.

Somehow, the student beside you pushes you down to the ground as he pinned you down. Shocked and unable to asses the situation, you suddenly heard a small voice from the corner.

“Charging laser beam, 30%.”

It was Ortho.

The student hissed, getting off of you as he ran away. Idia rushes in to check on you and pulled you up.

You asked him how did he know, he said he saw it from the security cameras. Don’t even ask him why he even has access...

Of course you had to thank Ortho for him nearly blasting the whole school down just for you. Giving Idia a reassuring smile as you held his hand with a light squeeze.

Malleus Draconia

It would bring a disgrace to the title of the next head of the Valley of Thorns if he were to harm someone for you. However, he will do so just to keep you by his side.

You were at a janitor’s closet, putting away the mop you had just used to clean a breakage that Grim has caused. Malleus was also there to witness it, however you insisted you’d clean up instead of him.

You were heading out of the closet, suddenly someone blocks your path and pushes you back in the closet.

It was a delinquent from Savanclaw who had wanted to take revenge for Diasomnia’s victory in every Magift tournament by holding the Diasomnia dorm leader’s precious, you, captive.

It was not long until a green mist of magic hit the back of the student’s head, knocking them to the ground.

Malleus had come to rescue you.

“I can never forgive myself for dragging you into this.”

You were quick to tell him that it wasn’t his fault and thanked him with a kiss on the cheek.

[x-lipstickstain-x]

Own Goal -LN (Part One)

Lando Norris/Original Character

Summary: After some encouragement from his best mate, Lando finally makes a move on the girl he has been crushing on. Though when he thinks about the situation a second too long, he scores an own goal.

Word count: 7.6k

It started when Max and Lando were streaming on Twitch. It was a simple watch along to one of the Euro 2020 football matches, when a fan asked if they would be going to see any of the England games. The initial answer was ‘no’, they hadn’t planned to go to any games, but it did spark an idea.

So after it was clear that England would be playing in the final, their decision was made without any doubts. The next day, Max told Lando about how he managed to get three tickets and Lando was pleased, not questioning who would be joining them; they had a few friends who would be willing to go for sure. Though he wasn’t aware that Max already had different suggestions, he just had to find the right moment to ask him about it. 

Few days later Max sat on a bar stool in Lando's kitchen, which was temporarily also his kitchen. He tapped away on the laptop, searching through Netflix to find a movie to enjoy tonight, while Lando softly hummed along to the beat of the music, the dinner leftovers reheating in the oven. 

“Have you asked anyone if they’re coming on Sunday yet?” Max raised his eyebrows at the question, a puzzled look on his face before it clicked what’s happening this Sunday. How had he managed to forget? “You’re kidding?” Lando laughed, noticing the guilty look on Max’s face. 

Max winced. “Well I was actually going to ask you first to make sure you weren’t going to throw a hissy fit and then I forgot.” 

“Why would I?” Lando shrugged. “ I don’t care who comes.” 

A half smirk tugged at Max’s lips. “So you don’t care if we take Josie?” Max now fully smirked, seeing the glint in Lando's eyes just at the sound of their mutual friend's name. He also couldn’t hide that he was a little surprised at the suggestion, sure they were good friends, but it's been a while since they hung out. 

"That freak she calls her boyfriend won't let her." Lando tried to keep his cool, recalling the amount of times the girl's boyfriend approached him, making it clear he was not to go anywhere near her. It wasn't even like there was something between them, they were just good friends, though perhaps her boyfriend potentially saw right through Lando and his not so subtle glances.

"They're not together anymore, did you not know?" 

"Well no, we haven't really talked much recently." Lando grimaced, knowing how much her toxic ex-boyfriend harmed their friendship with his jealousy, he did notice the lack of posts of them together, but he felt a bit weird asking about it. Now he was surely happy for her to be out of that relationship.

"Well we talked and she wants to hang out with us whenever you're free." Max's smug expression remained. "She said she wanted to message you but she knows how busy you are so she didn't want to bother you." 

Lando puffed out some air, a smile lighting up his face. "She could bother me all she wants." Max laughed, shaking his head at his best friend who was already zoning out. 

"Are you ever gonna stop pining over her?”

The smile on Lando’s face turned sheepish, he decided to ignore Max’s question, though still lost in thought resulting in him reaching to take out the glass dish from inside the oven. Thankfully Max was alert enough to yell at him, preventing the potential disaster. 

“You muppet!” Max looked highly unimpressed, shaking his head and nudging the McLaren driver out the way to take over the food prep. 

When the boys sat down to eat, Max sent their friend a message asking if she was able to give them a call, but they hadn’t expected the phone to ring within just a few minutes. Max answered, greeting Josie and asking her how she was while Lando sat there with a smile, listening to the conversation as he waited for a good time to make her aware of his presence. 

The moment came when Max mentioned that they were wondering what she was doing on Sunday night. The girl paused for a second, “Wait, who’s we?” she questioned. 

“Josephineeeee!” Lando beamed before he could think of anything normal to say. Max laughed at the happy noises which came out as a squeal from the other side of the call, Josie always scolded them for calling her Josephine as it wasn’t her name, but in this case she clearly did not mind. 

Lando had easily slipped into his playful self, throwing a joke here and there, not worrying about how he completely took over the conversation from Max. It turned out that Josie was free and more than happy to join them, it didn’t surprise them how eager she was since she probably knew more about football than both of them combined. 

“Well, that was easy." Max put his phone down after the call ended and continued eating. "You owe me, you'll finally be able to make a move." He poked his fork at Lando. 

A frown made its way onto Lando's face at the words. "Who said I'm gonna make a move?"

Max shot him a confused glare from across the table, his hands facing up on the counter. "What do you mean? We go to the match all dressed up, you'll make her go crazy. Easy." He presented his plan as if it was just that simple, though he could see how unconvinced Lando was. "What?"

It seemed like Lando’s happiness from the call had slightly faded already. "Mate,I don't know. I just don't want to get involved with another girl only for her to ditch when she gets bored or finds-,".

"Don't give me this bullcrap again." Max groaned, dragging his hand down his face, already growing sick of hearing it. "As if she was ever just another girl to you." It was Lando's turn to groan in response because he knew Max was right.

Lando was glad that Max didn't go back on the subject that night, it was enough that his thoughts were fighting in his head. Josie was perfect girlfriend material in his eyes, always caring and the same sense of humour he had, it made him think he never really stood a chance, but god did he want one. Yet, he still couldn't shake the thought that he shouldn’t get involved with anyone, he hated the vulnerable feeling which came along with attachment. 

That night, sleepily Lando typed the name into the search bar on instagram. Every picture of Josie radiated positive vibes and confidence, her smile being contagious as it quickly spread to Lando. He stopped himself from scrolling when he felt the familiar stir in his gut, he'd never admit to having butterflies, but the images from almost 6 months back, of them hanging out brought back the memories along with the feeling. 

When he closed his eyes, her face was still all he could think about, he felt so much dread yet excitement about the day he would see her. With that he fell asleep, hoping he wasn’t going to hate Max for bringing Josie back into his life again. 

Coming back home after the Goodwood festival and getting stuck in traffic didn't really leave much time for the two boys to get ready for the match. Max was thankful Lando's house had more than one bathroom, which he never really used the advantage of unless he had people over, but it meant the two could shower at the same time, saving one of them at least 20 minutes. 

"So what do you reckon the score will be?" Lando asked, carefully ironing out their shirts while Max was halfway through getting dressed. 

"Don’t know mate, but I feel it'll end in penalties."

Lando scoffed, shaking his head. "Nah, I have a good feeling, it'll be over in 90 minutes, like 2:0 for us."

 Lando knew close to nothing about football besides the basics. "Your imagination is running a bit wild there." Max laughed at his best friend, skilfully catching the shirt which was thrown at him before pulling it on. 

"No seriously, wanna bet?" Lando confidently stuck out his hand, Max continued to laugh though he decided to shake on it. "What are we betting on?" 

Max shrugged, neither of them really having ideas, doubting either of them will even remember this later on. "We'll see. Winner decides."

Meanwhile Josie arrived at the door, shifting her weight from one foot to the other while checking her appearance in the reflective window on the door. She rang the doorbell the second time, waiting for one of them to grace her with their attention and open the door.

Her jaw dropped at the sight of Max who was buttoning up his white shirt. They did tell her to dress smartly as they would be doing so, but she didn't expect a suit. 

"Hello gorgeous." He grinned, letting the girl inside. The second he saw her, he knew right away that Lando was about to lose his mind. 

"Oh holy crap, look at you!" She gasped, shamelessly eyeing him up from head to toe upon entering the large hallway. 

"Someone's gonna pull tonight." She winked playfully, greeting him with a hug and a peck on the cheek. 

"If anyone's pulling tonight it’s Borris." Max nodded his head down the hallway, instinctively the girl turned around just in time to see Lando come out of the room, busy trying to fix the collar of his shirt as it was stuck on the black blazer he was wearing.

Josie bit the inside of her cheek, she was a bit speechless, the greeting getting stuck in her throat as she let out a shaky breath. Her usual confident self was absent for a moment, earning a loud laugh from Max beside her, the girl swiftly elbowed him in the ribs. When Josie looked back ahead, her eyes met Lando's. He already managed to get a good look at her figure, the way the dress hugged her curvy hips was going to be the death of him. 

"You boys weren't kidding, you really went all out." She smiled from ear to ear, already heading towards the curly haired boy. 

His grin was bigger and definitely more smug, he got quite a boost of confidence from the way he caught her gaze drifting all over his body. "Hello Josephine, like what you see, huh?" 

Josie rolled her eyes. ."Very much so." She flicked her tongue over her lower lip, Lando clenching his jaw, ensuring he didn't let out a sound which almost came through from the back of his throat. 

In better lighting, Josie noticed how the white button up shirt really complimented his tanned skin, how his hair looked like he just had a recent trim, his ears gently poking out, something she found adorable. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her lips to his cheek the same way she had greeted Max. Lando held her gently, the soothing fruity scent of her hair making him smile fondly.

They had a quick catch up as Max went back to finish getting ready, Lando meanwhile still struggling with his collar. 

A chuckle left the blonde's lips. "I've got it." She wandered over to where Lando was standing, putting him out of his misery as she fixed the creased collar, making it fold nicely. Just a gentle brush of her fingers on the back of his neck was enough to send shivers down his spine. She hadn't even been here for ten minutes yet and she already had his head spinning. How the hell was he supposed to survive the night? Little did he know that Josie was planning on getting her hands on him at every little chance she got tonight, craving the feeling of his skin and seeing his reaction to her touch only made the craving stronger.

They made their way to the Wembley stadium once all three were ready to head out. The crowds were slightly terrifying, the London streets flooded with people, some way too rowdy for their own good. They were glad to arrive at their seats without any inconveniences, in particular happy with their location of the sector being a little further away from the rest, allowing them some more privacy. 

Conveniently, Max let Lando and Josie sit besides one another, he pretended not to notice their wandering gazes and how their eyes always met when laughing or cheering throughout the game, he did feel a little as if he was third wheeling, but it was okay because seeing the two so happy simply made up for it. Max could no longer hide his smirk when their hands started exploring more limits as they talked, as they laughed, placing their hands on one another, Lando’s hand lingering on her thigh for a few minutes. 

Unfortunately for them, England lost in penalties, which was a little disappointing yet they were still in good moods after seeing such an important game live. When people started leaving they decided not to get caught up in the floods of crowds and hang back for a while, entertaining themselves by taking pictures with the pitch in the background. Max grinned at his best mate when Josie asked Max to take a picture of her with Lando. 

“You’re next, don’t know what you’re grinning about.” She chuckled at Max, Lando resting his hand on the curve of her waist as she leaned her head against his shoulder. “Wow, your blazer is seriously soft.” She pressed herself further into him, Lando glancing down at her, a fond smile spreading across his face. Max of course snapped a picture of them before taking normal pictures of the two, where they actually focus on the camera rather than each other. 

Leaving the stadium turned out to be more difficult than they had anticipated, the English fans clearly not very happy with the result of the game and were causing havoc all around. They had expected people to have mostly cleared out now, but they were wrong. Josie turned back, her eyes desperately searching for Lando, ready to grab hold of his arm at the fear of losing each other or being grabbed by someone, it seemed as Lando had the same idea, his arm snaking securely around her waist and yanking her towards him as people almost went crashing into her. They both reached out for Max, also pulling him to the side as they waited, standing against the wall until one of the security staff noticed them and guided them safely out of another exit. 

Max announced he would be staying at his parents place tonight as he was due to go out for lunch with his family tomorrow, he said his goodbyes, not before reminding Lando how he had predicted the game to finish in penalties, which the other had failed to do, therefore as part of the deal he expects Lando to ‘finally make a move’. It took Lando a good moment to figure out what Max meant by that, but it clicked when he turned back around to look at the girl that’s been occupying his mind. 

They hovered in his driveway after arriving back at his house. "Uh Josie, do you maybe wanna come for a drink?" He asked, his hand rubbing against his forehead, brushing away the curls. 

She chuckled, pointing in the direction of her car sitting on his drive. "Lan I have to drive myself home." 

"Well you could stay the night, I have guest rooms." He shrugged.

"Of course you do." She laughed at his subtle flex of having a huge house.

Lando was almost certain it would take some convincing for the girl to stay over, he was thinking of arguments he could give, though she just looked back at her car before turning to him with a smile. "Okay sure."

She propped herself up onto the kitchen counter, her legs crossing over one another. Josie carefully watched as Lando reached into the cupboard for some wine glasses, he had slipped out of his blazer therefore giving her a perfect view when the white material of his shirt stretched along his back, highlighting all his muscles. 

The blonde spotted his blazer hanging on a stool, she took hold of it before pulling it on, it was a little too big, but she felt good wearing it. It wasn't something Lando expected to see when he turned around, almost dropping the glasses onto the floor. His lips quirked up, the thought of her wearing nothing but his blazer crossed his mind and he quickly had to brush them away else there would be a problem. 

"How do I look?" She chuckled, flicking back some hair. She knew she looked good, simply judging by the intensity of his gaze.

"Almost as good as me." He grinned from ear to ear. 

"I'll take that, you looked unreal." 

Lando placed the glasses on the counter beside her, his hand reaching up to her neck. A few strands of her hair were stuck underneath the blazer, he brushed them out, his fingers lingering which made her slightly lean into the touch. 

"Tired?" He asked, softly brushing his fingers through her hair. 

"A little, but it’s all good." 

Josie watched as Lando carefully attempted to open a bottle of red wine, she offered to do it for him as she already had the image of him spilling the red liquid all over himself and the kitchen, but he was too stubborn and wanted to prove his point that he can do it. He tried to pull the cork out slowly, but with a bit too much force, his hand flew back with grip on the cork, Josie gasped though somehow he managed to keep the bottle still.

They glanced at each other shocked before bursting into laughter. "That was extremely lucky." 

"Told you I could do it." He spoke with fake nonchalance, a side smirk on his face while he poured the wine into the glasses. His gaze drifted to her, adoring the way her head rolled back as she laughed at him being an idiot.

While enjoying the wine, Josie spotted a few things had changed around Lando's house since the last time she had been here, so the McLaren driver was eager to give her a tour, especially when it included showing off the new trophies he won this season. 

When he joined her side she was already admiring the Monaco GP trophy, her fingertips slowly brushing over the edges. "You know I wanted to be there, I awfully missed attending races." Her voice took him out of the trance previously caused by her gentle movements.

"Then why didn't- oh." Lando quickly realised her ex-boyfriend was the reason why she hadn't come along, or more like why she wasn't allowed to see him. A sad smile appeared on the girl's face as she placed the trophy back down on the shelf.

"I regretted it so much, seeing you so happy on the podium and knowing I could have been there." She turned to face him, taking a sip of her wine.

"We missed out on a lot because of him huh?" Lando laughed, shaking his head in disbelief, as much as he wanted it to sound like a joke it was actually true. "I don't get it though Josie." 

His face turned serious, causing her eyebrow to raise. "You're so confident, so smart, you usually don't take shit from people so why did you let him manipulate you so much?" 

Her gaze turned down to the floor, she couldn’t help but feel ashamed, though it was something she had to move past. "I felt like it was my fault… Perhaps that I gave him reasons to be like that." 

Lando whinced, shaking his head, he was ready to knock that idea out of her head like he had before, but she cheerfully turned towards him, her change in emotion slightly causing confusion for Lando. "What about you though? Had anyone?"

"Oh yeah." Lando spoke without thinking. "Many." He took a sip of the wine, that wasn't fully a lie. Meanwhile Josie felt her stomach churn a little, she didn't like it when guys bragged about how many girls they had been with, now she had wished she never asked that question. "No I haven't… well I mean I- it's just complicated." He groaned trying to explain the situation was harder than he thought, after all it wasn't just random flings, he really did try to make meaningful relationships. "Any plans for the summer?" He changed the subject, guiding her through to his gaming room. Josie let out a low chuckle, noticing how the subject was rather uncomfortable for him so she wouldn't pry. 

The two continued their catch up through the evening, unaware of the time until they were leaning against one another's shoulder to rest their head, allowing themselves to close their eyes for a second as the conversation continued. Neither of them being much of a drinker, they abandoned the wine after one glass, as it was only adding to the drowsiness and neither of them wanted to leave off to bed just yet.

When the time came, Lando escorted Josie to the guest room she would be staying the night in. He wrapped his arms around her, his lips brushing her cheek as she wished him to rest well. Lando's gaze lingered on her a little longer than she liked, she hated how it felt so close from something happening, it felt like something should happen, yet neither of them would give in for their own reasons.

Josie smiled to herself after Lando had left to his room, she tried to hold onto the happiness of the content feeling she experienced when around him, rather than thinking of what could have happened or what she would rather be doing with him at this moment.

She absentmindedly slipped out of her dress, her mind still replaying the way his soft hand felt against her neck earlier, meanwhile loving the way she was freed from the fitting, rather tight material. 

The plan wasn't to stay over, sure she could drive home after a small glass of wine which would fit below the limit,  but she wasn't the type to mess with things like this, not to mention she wanted to spend more time with Lando. Though when she stood in her matching underwear, staring at her reflection, she realised she had nothing to sleep in. She could sleep in her underwear and risk an awkward situation during the night if she needed anything, or she could sleep in her dress which seemed a lot worse of an idea due to how uncomfortable it would be. 

It was only a few minutes after Josie and Lando had split off into separate rooms and knowing how Lando often stayed up unable to sleep, she was almost certain he was still awake. She once again propped on his blazer, wrapping herself up so that her body wasn't on display, the material reaching her mid thigh. So with that she wandered over to Lando's bedroom, giving the door a soft knock.

"Yeah?" Lando spoke from inside, Josie taking it as a green light for her to enter the room, what she wasn't quite expecting was her mouth to go dry at the view if Lando's bare chest as his shirt was unbuttoned, his belt half undone, causing the trousers to hand loosely on his hips and the waistband of his boxers to peak out.

Josie's words got caught in her throat when her eyes explored his exposed chest and stomach. She wondered whether she perhaps wasn't supposed to come inside, but the sleepy smirk on his face told her he had nothing against it, meanwhile Lando himself was enjoying the view of her tightly gripping his blazer around herself, he once again had to snap himself out of his fantasies. 

"Miss me already?" He chuckled, somehow his voice seemed lower and more husky than just a few minutes ago, almost sending Josie into an eruption of shivers.

"Uh not really, but I think there are monsters under the bed, mind telling your lil friends to leave me alone?" She laughed as she stepped further into his room. 

Lando shook his head, unable to take his eyes off of her smile, unlike Josie who tried to look anywhere else other than him. The way the light reflected only highlighted his abs and if she looked at him again, she knew her gaze would fall to the v-line which was shamelessly out for display because of how low his boxers and trousers hugged his hips. 

"Nah, they won't leave, I think you'll have to sleep in my bed to keep them away." Josie knew Lando was joking, but it didn’t stop her from thinking of sharing a bed with him, having his arms around her waist, brushing her fingers through his soft curls and their lips tangling.

"Ha ha." She playfully rolled her eyes, hoping she hadn't drifted off into her thoughts for long, but the intense look on Lando's face suggested she had been staring. "Shut up." She instinctively swatted the back of her hand against his stomach, making the boy tense his muscles at the contact he craved so much. 

"No but seriously speaking, I don't have anything to sleep in, could I borrow a t-shirt?"

He tugged on the sleeve of the blazer. "You already took my blazer, now you want a t-shirt too?" He was already heading towards his wardrobe, shortly picking out two McLaren team t-shirts, both with his own name on it. 

She once again rolled her eyes, her smile brightening her face. "Gotta be all about you, huh?" She didn't mind one bit though, picking out the blue t-shirt without hesitation. However when she went to grab it, Lando pulled his arm back. 

"No you can't have that one." He teased, repeating his actions when she, full of confusion, reached for the other t-shirt. She only caught onto his teasing when his eyes crinkled from his devilish smirk.

"You're such an ass. Come on." She huffed, though unable to stop herself from smiling as she fought with his flying arms for the t-shirt. She was no longer holding onto the blazer, meaning the material was secured only on the button. Lando's gaze fell onto where her lacey baby blue bra peaked out and he bit the inside of his cheek. He let her take the t-shirt, worried that if he continued she would get uncomfortable when she noticed, instead letting her go back to hugging the blazer around herself while he turned away to close the wardrobe. 

"Thank you!" The girl grinned, happy she finally managed to get hold of the t-shirt. She said her goodnight and left his bedroom, though not before stealing another glance at Lando who already had his gaze on her.

Josie smiled at her own reflection in the mirror after pulling on Lando's t-shirt, she ran her fingertips over the material. Lando and her were of similar height so the material reached just over her hips, though she really liked the way it fit. After crawling into bed, she couldn't help but wrap her arms around herself, the t-shirt had a clean scent though it still was mixed with his, of course it was. She sighed quietly, after all she was in the bed alone, thinking about Lando being just down the hall, wondering if she's occupying his mind like he is for her. 

She struggled to calm her mind, a wince left her lips as every time her eyes closed, the sight of Lando appeared in his stupid button up shirt half undone. She realised how awfully dry her throat felt and there was no chance she would manage to sleep without cooling herself down. She left the bed and headed out the bedroom to grab a drink from the kitchen.

Suddenly the door on the left of the hallway opened, startling her a little. Josie rightfully remembered it as the bathroom, from which Lando emerged, water dripping from his curls down to his chest as he was too busy drying his hair with a towel to notice her walking in his direction. Her feet were rather uncooperative, unable to move out the way and instead leading her right into him. 

"Oh shit." Lando gasped, only just becoming aware of the girl's presence, also giving himself a fright as he assumed he wouldn't be seeing any more of her until the morning. It seemed as if his plan to keep his wandering thoughts and hands to himself was crumbling through choices of the universe.

She laughed nervously in response, the t-shirt she was wearing being the only thing separating her from his bare chest, she could feel his abs through the thin material, her hands still resting on his shoulders just like one of his hands remained on her waist. "Hello there." 

He tried to hide the way his eyes skirted down, curiously admiring how his t-shirt looked on her. His grip had caused the material to ride up, allowing Lando to steal a glimpse of the baby blue underwear which matched the lacey bra he had spotted before. "One of the best hellos I've had, not gonna lie."

"I could say the same." Her tongue darted over her lips as she shamelessly glanced down at his abs, then his lips and finally his eyes which seemed to have darken, a smirk playing on her lips. 

They both felt the tension, their eyes meeting and neither of them being able to look away anymore. "Oh fuck it." Lando threw the towel back into the bathroom, not caring where it had landed before tugging Josie's body towards his. The girl let out a quiet squeak, unexpecting to feel his hard body collide with her own, almost feeling as if they were one. 

Lando's lips met hers, after the initial kiss Lando stopped, allowing her to make the decision whether she would like it to continue. He expected the kiss to calm the tension between them, but when she responded with just as much eagerness, pulling his lip in between her teeth, it set them both off like a rollercoaster. Both of them forgetting the reasons why they didn't allow this to happen earlier,  as the desire was now simply too powerful.

She moaned into the kiss when his hands found their way down under her thighs, picking her up and prompting her to wrap her legs around his waist. Lando carried her into the closest bedroom which happened to be his own, his lips exploring her neck and leaving a mark on her collarbone. 

Sleeping with him wasn't what Josie had planned or perhaps something she even tried to avoid last night, but once it happened it didn't seem like such a bad idea anymore. The way Lando took care of her even when they were both so eager to make love all night, she couldn't see how this could turn bad, so she allowed herself to enjoy the memories and make the most out of the situation.

Surprisingly when the girl woke up she didn't feel guilty or ashamed, she felt content, especially seeing the man sleeping beside her, the marks she left on his body peaking through so beautifully on his skin. Josie wanted nothing more than to pepper his skin with kisses, her stomach erupting with butterflies just at the thought. Though instead she chose to carefully sneak out of bed, making sure not to wake Lando, she slipped on his white button up shirt from the night before over her naked body, doing the buttons roughly so it was only hanging on a few. She made her way into the kitchen, ignoring the slight discomfort on her thighs.

Lando woke up to find the bed empty when he rolled over and a slightly disappointed feeling dawned on him when he realised Josie was no longer beside him. Her fruity scent still lingered within the bed sheets, he swore she even scented his skin. He let out a sleepy smile, laying in bed and staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, here where no one could see him, he could allow himself to melt into the thoughts of her. Though the night only proved to him that he would definitely have to address his feelings sooner or later, but for now, despite the disappointment of not being able to see her this morning, Lando felt a little relieved that it bought him more time that he didn't have to deal with the situation and if he played it out well enough, he wouldn't have to deal with it at all. 

The curly haired sat up when he heard noises coming from his kitchen, could it possibly be that Max came back already? He doubted it so he pulled on some sweatpants and went to search for the culprit of the noises. He paused at the entrance into the kitchen, completely dumbfounded as he watched Josie gracefully tiptoe around his kitchen, in the same white button up shirt he wore the previous night.

Josie didn't have a clue Lando was blatantly watching her every move as she finished up making breakfast for the two of them. She was in her own little world, enjoying how comfortable she felt around his space, while Lando's lips curved upwards into a smile because she was still here, she didn't leave at the nearest opportunity. Of course she didn't, this was Josie, she didn't let many people get close to her. 

That's when Lando's breathing became irregular, the realisation that she wanted to get closer. The fact he could easily get used to this, the way he wanted this to be an everyday thing, he wanted to wake up to her smile lighting up his mornings, her moody acts too when she wouldn't want to leave the bed and where things would get heated, he wanted all of it. But that was the problem, cause one day he could wake up and she would be gone and he would be have to wake up alone, eat breakfast in silence while debating what he could have done to stop her from leaving and come back after a long day for comfort only to find the house cold and empty, it was something he couldn't let himself go though again. 

"What are you doing?" The words left his lips before his brain could catch up, although it was very obvious what Josie was doing. 

She flinched at the unexpected presence, but instantly a smile formed on her face when she saw him standing behind the kitchen island. Josie was so caught up in what she was doing she didn't notice the way Lando's eyebrows were furrowed, almost as if he was offended.

"Come sit, breakfast is almost ready." She beamed, making Lando hate how his heart fluttered. 

"You didn't have to…" He gulped down a few more words, not trusting his own mind which was at war, a part of him wanting to simply take her into his arms and thank her, while the other wanted her out of his house. 

She placed a plate in front of him at the table, settling on the opposite side herself, her own plate at hand. He glanced between the plate which was in front of him and the one which was already on the table, one he hadn't noticed before. She even went through the effort to make a savory and sweet breakfast to satisfy whatever he felt like having. 

"Did you sleep well?" She asked with a small laugh, thinking the sour look on his face was caused by not getting enough sleep. 

"Can you leave?"

The strawberry Josie had just popped between her lips left a bitter taste in her mouth. "I'm sorry?" 

Lando kept his gaze down on the table, afraid if he looked at her he would see the damage he was about to cause. "I think you should go home… I think you got the wrong idea."

"What are you talking about?" She was confused, though a smile was still present on her face as if she was waiting for him to say he's joking. He was acting strange and it began to make her feel uncomfortable. 

"It was just a bet, nothing more. This only happened because I lost a bet with Max." He struggled to form words in a comprehensive order. 

The butterflies she was feeling only a few minutes ago had turned into a sickening, tight knot. She couldn't believe what he was saying but the look on his face told her he was being dead serious. Josie carefully placed down her cutlery before it would fall out of the grip of her fingers.

"I didn't think you'd actually let it happen." He regretted those words instantly. 

"Are you kidding me?!" She snapped, wrapping her arms around herself, suddenly his shirt didn't feel like enough, it definitely wasn't enough to hide the humiliation. Lando, out of all the people. The guy who always showed her so much respect, such kindness, the one she laid herself bare to. Now it made sense why Max went home for the night although he was meant to be living with Lando, it was all a sick joke. When she stayed silent, Lando’s eyes lifted to meet her painful gaze, his heart was thumping in his throat, but there was no turning back now. He just proved to himself he wasn't worth her attention. 

"Enjoy your breakfast." Her chair moved back with a shriek of the metal on the tiled floor, the sound running through both of them with a shiver. "I'm not hungry anymore." With that Lando was left alone at the table at his own wish, staring at the empty seat the girl left. Though Lando knew he had caused her pain with his lie, he attempted to convince himself this was for their own good, yet he didn't realise how he made the girl doubt the image of herself, him and their friendship.

Josie walked out of the guest bedroom wearing her dress again, in her hands were Lando's blazer and the button up shirt. Lando was now standing blankly staring out the window in his living room, the breakfast abandoned, he turned around to face her after hearing footsteps. He was about to speak but she violently shoved the clothes into his hands. "Josie." He sighed desperately. He wanted to grab her hand and tell her it was all a lie, that he's selfishly scared, but he only whispered "I'm sorry, let me know when you get home." He had never heard her laugh so bitterly, her laughter was usually a sound so beautiful to him, now it was painfully harsh. "Please." He softly added trying to do the minimal damage control, though his eyes avoided hers at all cost.

"You're an asshole Lando." She hissed, slipping on her shoes and leaving his house with a slam of the door.

Lando thankfully had enough time to somewhat get his shit together before Max had come back home in the afternoon. He debated whether he made a mistake, he even thought about confessing to his best mate, but he quickly chickened out as soon as Max had entered through the front door with a grin on his face. Max already mentioned how he didn’t want to hear any more of Lando’s overthinking before.

Lando surprised himself with how he managed to trick Max and how well he hid how much his actions were eating him up inside. Everything was going according to Lando’s plan until a few weeks later Max was coming back from the supermarket when he spotted a familiar face walking on the other side of the street. Of course he crossed over, catching up to the girl as he already had questions on the tip of his tongue about why she hadn't replied to any of his messages ever since the night they hung out, something he couldn't quite understand, but he was ready to approach her for a catch up.

"Hello Stranger." Max grinned, stepping in front of the girl, though her face didn't mirror the enthusiasm. 

Josie let out a scoff, glaring at a guy she once called a close friend. "Max, don't talk to me." She shook her head, ready to make an escape around him, Max being quick to prevent her from getting away.

He furrowed his eyebrow, a defensive look on his face. "Hey I know it's a bit awkward with you and Lando, but like…" 

Josie turned around, not understanding how he had the audacity to act so innocent. She lifted her sunglasses, fixing them on top of her head, ensuring he could clearly see her eyes and her seriousness. 

"A bit awkward? Max I can't believe two guys I called my friends humiliated me like this." She sighed. "You're literally just as bad as him!" 

"Me? What are you on about?" Max’s eyes were wide.

Josie rolled her eyes in frustration. "Making bets to sleep with me, what are you 15?!" 

Max's mouth opened and closed. "Josie…" he spoke calmly. "Now I seriously have no clue what you're talking about.”

“Just drop it Max.”

“Yes we made a bet but it wasn't with the intention of him sleeping with you, he lost so I wanted to use that to encourage him to stop pining over you and finally make a move." He spoke honestly, but Josie just stared at him unconvinced. “Look I don’t know what the hell he told you, but apparently you two had a good night and then you ghosted him.”

Josie felt her stomach drop, she didn’t particularly feel like reliving the morning after, but she wanted to get the truth across. “He told me to leave the next morning, made me feel like an idiot for falling into his trap which was just a bet to get me into bed.”

Max closed his eyes, rubbing his face in disbelief. “Josie he’s had the maddest crush on you since I can remember, but he has some sick idea in his head that no girl will stick around him and no fucking wonder if he acts like that, but what I’m saying is that the bet wasn’t to sleep with you, okay?”

The thought of Lando lying to her and hurting her on purpose only aggravated her more and more. “I don’t care.”

It was fair to say Josie wasn’t about to forget the whole situation and confidently believe whatever Max would tell her within a few minutes, but she did agree to sitting down with him at a small cafe round the corner and hearing him out. Although Max was mad, he still had his mindset on the whole point of this, so he showed Josie messages between himself and Lando, most of them including Lando praising and gushing over her. Max only kept the screenshots to tease Lando whenever he got a bit too cocky, but now they turned out suitable to save his ass. One of the messages was back from when Josie was still in a relationship and Lando claimed he would treat her much better, which in this situation turned quite ironic. 

Lando couldn’t understand why Max had come home so moody that night, usually the two were straight up with each other about whatever bothered them, usually. Now Max was bitter, annoyed he had been lied to and also dragged into the situation by his best mate. He simply didn’t feel like talking to him, especially since he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep calm. Max left Josie with a decision to make and he wouldn’t have been surprised at all if she refused, but he went to sleep knowing he did what he could. 

When the British GP came around Lando was glad to know Max would still be coming to support him although he seemed to be much more occupied recently, physically and mentally that is. He didn’t see much of his best friend and when he did, he seemed a little off. Of course he asked what was wrong, but every time Max played it out really well, asking Lando about himself instead. 

So far the weekend was going very decently for the whole team, Lando qualified p4 in the sprint quali, giving him a great start position.When he was finally done with the pre race interviews, he could now fully focus on preparing for the race, so he went out of the garage to search for Jon to let him know he was ready for little pre race training.

The Mclaren driver found Jon standing in a small crowd, talking to some of the McLaren mechanics, Lando easily joining in with the conversation. He fist bumped a few of the drivers who walked by, wishing them luck, though his eyes caught onto a familiar mop of curls, similar to his own. Max was standing with his arms around a female in a hug, Lando smiled to himself, remembering his best friend had mentioned bringing a date today, though the smile faded when the girl pulled away from him. Her mouth was agape, laughing at something Max had said, touching his arm before he swung his arm around her. Lando couldn't hear her laugh as he stood rather far away, but he could recognise her even if she had her back to him. His jaw stiffened, it became crystal clear why Max had been so absent recently. Lando watched the pair, unable to move or make a noise, his heart felt like it was crushing his ribs.

[lilithbasically]

*Minors DNI*

Shigaraki x Reader

Requested by @ravenina14

Takes place when LoV was still smol. Reader's villain name is Revoke, quirk is called Cancel. Can cancel other's quirks if she knows what it is for an undisclosed amount of time (yes super OP, I know), long lost childhood friends to lovers. Reader calls him Tenko bc that's how she's always known him.

Warnings: angst/fluff to smut, hickies, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), mirror sex, hair pulling, light choking, praise

W.C.: 1.8K

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15 years prior

This was your favorite thing to do with Tenko. Doing nothing but laying in the grass, holding hands, watching the clouds drift by.

"Tenko?"

"Yeah, Y/N?"

"Do you think we'll be best friends forever?"

"I hope so. I don't wanna be without you, and you're the only one I can touch and I like that."

"Promise you won't leave me behind, Tenko?"

Little Tenko gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, something you both did when the other was scared or nervous.

"I pinky promise, Y/N."

Now

Sitting at the bar in the LoV hideout, Shigaraki wondered of all possible memories his mind could conjure, why the second most painful one reared its cherished but ugly head. He loved remembering you and how much he loved you but he hated knowing he'd broken his promise. Of course, he didn't mean to. He had no way of knowing how much his life would change just a few days after that promise was made but you didn't know that and that's what tore him apart the most. His mind produced the worst possible things you could've thought. Thinking about you question how much he loved you damn near brought him to his knees.

Trying to distract himself from his misery, he tuned his hearing to the tv. Some small time villain got caught and, apparently, they gave the cops an extremely difficult time. "Not much is known about this mystery woman. She hasn't been detained prior and she hasn't given her name, only what she goes by: Revoke." The reporter paused, pressing a finger to her earpiece, she continued, "Oh, it seems we have an update. Her quirk is called Cancel. She can cancel out anyone's quirk just by knowing what it is."

Shigaraki's head snapped up to watch, trying to get any kind of confirmation his suspicions were founded when he heard, "And we finally have a name to the face," a picture of you flashed onto the screen, "Y/N L/N."

Standing from the barstool, he motioned at Kurogiri who slightly bowed and produced a portal.

"Dabi, let's go."

"You wanna fill me in on the purpose and location of our little field trip?"

Placing his father's hand in it's normal position, Shigaraki smiled, "Recruiting. The police have something of ours and we're going to get it back."

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The blaring scream of the fire alarm stole you from your dreams. 'Hmm, I wonder if they even bother evacuating us deviants,' you thought. Before you could ponder it further, your attention was drawn to your cell wall crumbling. Once the dust started to settle, a tingle shot down your spine when you saw the man in front of you. A hand covering his face, stretching an arm out, beckoning you toward him when he spoke, "Come on, Y/N, let me take you out of here."

As hesitant as you were, it was a free ticket out of prison, okay? No way were you going to refuse that. Following him to a purple and black churning cloud(?), you were joined by a man covered in scars and staples before being pulled into said mysterious cloud and emerging into a bar.

"Okay what the hell is happening? What do you want from me?" You asked.

Handyman slowly walked toward the bar and took a seat before speaking, "Leave us, both of you."

You watched them leave the room before turning your gaze to the man sitting at the bar. "Soooo...you wanna give me a hint? Play 20 questions, maybe?" You asked.

Removing the hand from his face, facing away from you, he chuckled before answering, "Still the same firey girl full of sass, huh, Y/N?"

"Sorry, am I supposed to know who you are? I feel like I'd remember a dude covered in hands, honestly. Wait! Did I fuck you and not call you back?"

"N-," Shigaraki tried to interrupt that tangent, albeit in vain.

"Okay, dude, look, if that's what happened and this is you getting revenge, let me tell you it wasn't personal, okay? I don't do well with trusting men. That shit fucked me up once and I don't want it to happen again. Your dick game was probably A1-"

"Y/N!" Shigaraki yelled, finally garnering your attention, "I don't know how you'll react. I want to tell you who I am but I don't want you to hate me," his voice barely able to whisper the last bit out.

"Oh, so...I do know you?" You asked, seeing him nod, you continued, "When did we meet?"

"A very long time ago," he muttered.

"Well, that's not helpful. Okay...ummm...do I know you personally or professionally?"

Shigaraki took a deep breath and sighed, "Personally."

"Gimme some help here, my guy. Even just a single word that would lead me in the right direction," you pleaded.

Taking two steps toward the mystery man, you stopped, keeping him an arms length from you.

"I'll give you two words," Shigaraki said as he turned to face you.

Preparing for the worst, you sucked in a breath, holding it until he answered, "Broken promise."

Your eyes immediately snapped to him to find his already boring into you, trying to see your thoughts, your emotions, your mind.

You shook your head slowly, trying to decide if you should humor this or not when your sentimental side won out, "If this is a fucking joke, none of you bitches are walking out of here. What was his name?"

Shigaraki's eyes pierced your own, holding your gaze, finally answering, "Tenko."

Your thoughts come to a screeching halt while you carefully study the man in front of you.

Your voice but a mere breath, you asked, "Tenko...what happened?"

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After moving to his bedroom and hearing his story, you sat in his lap with your legs wrapped around his torso, arms around his neck, for what seemed like hours. Nothing more than weightless touches, countless whispers in apology, chaste kisses pressed to lips.

His fingers removing your shirt, you let his hands ghost over the curves of your body, starting at your hips. Gliding up your waist and ribs, sliding his palms over your nipples, his lips finding their home on yours, he whispered, "I fucking missed you. Missed touching...I've needed you for so long, Goddess. I'm sorry for leaving you," he said, dropping his lips to kiss along your collarbone, "I didn't mean to break my promise."

"Mmhhmmm, Tenko...I know. I know you didn't. Why didn't you come find me though?" He stopped his assault on your skin to pull back and look into your eyes, his hands falling back down to your hips.

"I know it wasn't fair and I'll do anything I can to make it up to you, please...please know I tried," Shigaraki pleaded. Terrified of losing you a second time, he would do whatever you wanted to make you stay.

Reaching down to palm him through his pants, you leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "Show me how much you missed me, Tenko."

"Fuck," he hissed through clenched teeth, removing his own shirt. Carrying you to the bed, his lips never left your own, the hunger behind them growing, your breaths coming out in heavy pants.

He laid you down, immediately leaving a trail of kisses over your breasts, taking time to gently nibble and circle his tongue over each nipple before continuing his path. Stopping at your hips to lick and suck until proof he was there bloomed under your skin while he removed your pants and panties, removing his own as well.

Laying between your legs, his right arm wrapped around your thigh, fingers spread across the supple flesh, kneading. He hummed appreciatively at the sight of your dripping core before dragging a finger through your folds, collecting your arousal and moving to press small, calculated circles over your clit. Watching your back arch and hearing you whimper, "Mmmm, Tenko, please...," destroyed any patience he had. Dipping his head down, he pressed his tongue into your cunt and moaned at the taste, sending vibrations rumbling through you. Continuing his ministrations over your clit, he leaned back, releasing your thigh in favor of pushing two digits into you, curling them up.

Pressing his lips against your inner thighs, alternating between them, licking, biting, and sucking his marks into your skin, he murmured, "Cum for me, Y/N. Cum just like this, Angel, then I'll fill you up. Fuck you like you deserve."

Shigaraki watched you, your mouth dropping open to moan his name and your back arching while you rocked your hips against his hands, trying to burn this image of you, these sounds you make, in his head. Thinking this is as close to heaven as he'd ever be, he never wanted to forget anything about his Angel.

Hovering over you, laying sweet kisses across your neck, he whispered, "Do you trust me?"

"Always, Tenko."

Sitting up, he pulled your body toward him before putting you on all fours, grabbing your hips and rutting his cock through your folds, "Face down, Angel," aligning the tip to your aching entrance.

"Fuck, Tenko, plea-," you were cut off by your own moan, surprised you could make a noise so lewd when he fully sheathed himself in you with one quick thrust.

"Goddamn, Y/N...so fucking wet for me. Such a perfect girl for me..." he trailed off as he pulled his hips back, dragging his length against your walls, letting you feel every vein.

"Fuck, Angel I can't wait," his nails dug into the meat of your hips leaving little crescent marks when he thrust his hips against you so hard you were left breathless. The onslaught of his harsh momentum making his balls slap against your clit.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Angel, look at you."

Winding a hand through your hair to grip the roots and pull your head up, you noticed a mirror propped in front of his bed. His eyes locked with yours as he continued to pound into you, his lips turning up into a wide grin when you moaned his name, your eyes rolling back, pussy gushing around his dick.

His other hand snaking around to hold your throat, pulling you back in time with his thrusts. "Fuck, you look so pretty when you cum on my cock, Angel. Such a perfect cunt...my perfect girl...gonna fill you up, ahhhh fuck, Y/N," moaning when he flooded you with thick ropes of cum, pushing you over into your third release. He removed his hand from your throat to circle your clit, still fucking you through it.

Pulling out of you smirking when you whined at the loss, when he was sure you were floating back down to earth, he pulled you into his chest. Laying your head on his shoulder, one hand drawing shapeless designs over your ribs, the other intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Y/N, will," Shigaraki started, clearing his throat to rid the nerves from his voice, "Will you stay with me?"

Giving his hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze, you pressed a kiss to his chest and whispered, "Pinky promise I will, Tenko."

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