#hope she peaks soon🫶

[radicalavender]

oh my god. this tiktok, in which a lesbian is speaking up against “genital preference”, has 2.3k likes so far. and all of the comments are actually POSITIVE. nature is healing. lesbians are waking up. there is hope!!

heres some of the comments:

[wileys-russo]

forget me not (2) II l.williamson

part one forget me not (2) II l.williamson

"mum i need to go."

"leah no-" but her mums words were cut off as the blonde clicked end call, fingers flying against her screen until she found your contact, call after call declined until it stopped ringing all together.

she then moved to texting, sending message after message until the 'do not disturb' notification popped up and her stomach heaved, you never put your phone on do not disturb.

her guilt peaked even higher noticing all of the messages above those she'd sent to you in a panic, clearly prior to your graduation and worrying about her whereabouts.

(8) iMessages from; lover girl 💐 hey baby i just arrived, you were dead to the world when i left (shock x) i'm kind of nervous! they just handed out our caps and gowns, its feeling really real now. what if i fall over when i'm walking up?? someone just put that thought in my head and now it won't go away 🥲🥲 i can't wait to just look out and see your pretty face, you can always ground me even without trying💘💘💘 *three missed calls* less just called me, she's leaving soon so i hope you're up and showering! i know you're not the best texter in the morning anyway grumpy 🫶🏻 we have to switch our phones off and leave them in our bags now babe but i'll see you in a little while. still so nervous ah! your support means everything, i love you leah 🩵

even though leah knew you were upset, the fact you hadn't made any attempts to call or message her after her no show only solidified it further for her, the blonde selfishly sort of wishing you had to ease her guilt even just a little.

"fuck!" the girl swore as she threw her phone on the passenger seat, burying her face in her hands with a deep and prolonged exhale. "okay think leah, think." she mumbled to herself, fists balling and rubbing against her eyes until she saw stars, head thumping back against the headrest.

grabbing her phone again she winced seeing the multitude of other missed calls, from alessia, your mum, your aunt, your best friend, all worrying that something had happened to her for her not to show up, the sweet messages from your mum checking in if she was okay hitting her in the stomach in a different sort of way.

"alessia!" she realized, quickly hitting call on the girls contact, feeling like an idiot for not even noticing her friends absence and putting two and two together, this was a brand new low.

"come on!" leah grunted, calling the younger girl easily six times and each one going right to voicemail, finger hovering over your mums contact before abandoning that idea with a shake of her head.

"shit." leah swore again checking your location and noticing you'd stopped sharing with her, biting down on her bottom lip as her knee bounced and her fingers drummed against the wheel wracking her brain for anything.

"fuck me leah where did she say the celebration was afterwards?" the footballer mumbled to herself, eyes squeezing close as she tried to think back, unable to even remember you mentioning your graduation in the last few days, another nail in the coffin of realizing she had been an awful girlfriend to put it lightly.

a sudden spark of hope she grabbed her phone again, clicking into instagram and huffing when both you and alessia hadn't posted anything, searching up several of your friends and families accounts finding the same wall of silence in her way.

growing even more desperate leah clicked into an app she checked maybe once a year, only keeping her facebook active for the sake of her childhood friends.

"thank you aunty gillian, thank you!" leah whispered as a quick scroll of her feed showed your godmother had posted some pictures from the graduation and the post ceremony celebrations, a quick zoom confirming the restaurants name on a menu on the table.

without another seconds hesitation she was putting the address into maps, car roaring to life as she peeled out of the colney carpark at top speed, flying across town and swearing loudly as she seemed to hit every red light in all of london.

"williamson." she barked to the valet as she screamed to a halt in front of the hotel where the restaurant was, throwing the keys at the young boy who didn't even have time to say a word before she was pushing through the double doors and bursting inside.

"m'am im really sorry you can't-" the hostess tried to stop leah as she barreled past, ignoring her completely and hurrying into the restaurant. it didn't take her long to find your closest friends and family on a big table in the corner, alessia spotting her before anyone else did and eyes widening.

though as leah came to a screaming halt in front of them, the table falling quiet as they took her in, still clad in an arsenal tracksuit with wet hair and frantic eyes looking as you would have said had you been present, a hot mess.

"no auntie ava its alright, i'll handle it." alessia murmured to your mum as leah shrank under the scrutiny and harsh glares from your friends and family, nobody impressed with her no show even if they didn't know the full story.

"you need to leave, right now." alessia warned, grabbing the blonde by her bicep and pulling her away from the table, around the corner and out of view. "less please i can-" leah started as the younger girl held up a hand.

"i don't care leah. i've just gotten her to calm down after she's just spent twenty minutes crying in the bathroom after her big day!" alessia warned, leah taken aback by the venom in her teammates tone, the girl normally so sweet butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

but there was one thing your cousin didn't mess about with, and that was family.

"she cried?" leah deflated, voice barely above as whisper as the taller girl nodded. "yes leah she cried several times, she's heartbroken that her girlfriend didn't show up for her graduation. but rather chose to go to the same training we have four or five times a week, she saw on instagram." alessia growled, poking accusingly at leahs shoulder.

"nope." alessia held up a hand again as leah opened her mouth to pour out another excuse or hurried apology.

"i told you leah, i don't care. she deserves to enjoy the rest of her day, you've ruined enough and done more damage than you can apologize for in the two minutes you've got to leave before i let my brothers escort you outside." alessia warned seriously, jaw clenched and still gripping harshly onto leahs arm.

"but less-" "leah, go."

but right as your girlfriend was ready to get on her knees and beg alessia to get her even one minute of your attention, you came stumbling around the corner in search of your cousin.

"baby-" leah started, falling quiet with a hiss as alessia sharply pinched her and moved to put her body in between the two of you like your own personal security guard.

"you have some nerve!" you laughed, leah frowning at the slur in your voice and the way alessia hurried to catch your swaying body, shooting the older blonde a filthy glare over her shoulder as she steadied you and mumbled something in your ear.

"no i know. i'm done crying over her!" you responded, leah swallowing hard as her knees buckled with how much anger was ablaze in your eyes as your gaze moved back toward her.

"you're a little late." you mocked with a pout, voice dripping with sarcasm as your eyes burned holes in your girlfriends head, trained on her like lasers.

"bubba please if you just-" "don't leah, don't call me that." all the anger seemed to deflate out of your voice at that, the obvious hurt and betrayal in it wrapping around leahs heart and squeezing tight like a fist.

"i don't want to hear the excuses, or the apologies, i don't even want to look at you leah. i have never been so let down or dissapointed, hurt, angry, sad." you listed off every emotion which was wracking your body, pausing for a moment and swaying a little leaning into alessia more.

"i have been there for you, for everything leah. i was there by your side every day when you did your acl, through the rehab and recovery good times and bad. i didn't leave when you yelled, when you snapped, when you hurled insults just for helping because i knew you were hurting and you weren't lashing out at me." you shook your head as leah felt sick to her stomach.

"i was there for you during the world cup. i stayed in england to be there for you, watching my own cousin playing the tournament and living out her dream through a phone screen, not daring to mention the games because i knew you were devastated to miss it." you paused to swallow the tears which brimmed at your eyes.

"i have put up with a lot of shit leah, dismissed a lot of things because i love you. but this...this isn't something i can sweep under the rug and excuse because you're hurting and i want to support you. today i needed you, i needed you to support me and you couldn't even do that." you whispered, wishing you had another drink in hand for a spike of liquid courage which was bleeding rapidly out of the open wounds your girlfriends actions slashed you with.

clearing your throat you continued, tilting your chin up a little higher. "less already took me past our place and i grabbed a bag of stuff, i'm moving in with her for awhile. i don't want to see you, hear from you, nothing, until i am ready leah. i never thought you of all people were capable of hurting me like this, now please go." with that you turned around, stumbling slightly but catching yourself with a sharp inhale and marching back off to the table.

"no. leah you heard her, you need to leave." alessia's hands pressed against her chest as she tried to follow after you.

"like i said, you can go on your own terms leah, or i'll get my brothers." your cousin warned seriously, leahs mouth opening and closing before she gave in with a nod, turning and walking away.

~

"its another one for you!" you looked away from the football match your cousin was currently forcing you to watch, alessia appearing seconds after the bell had rung with another bunch of flowers as you got up with a sigh.

"she's consistent, you've gotta give her that." alessia shook her head as you took the flowers from her, perching herself on the arm of the lounge as your eyes scanned over the card.

"we look like we own a florist shop." your cousin commented, eyes roaming over the countless bunches of flowers littering the living and dining rooms.

"i've texted her telling her to stop!" you shook your head placing down the bunch with a deep seeded sigh, dragging your hands down your face. "what are you thinking?" your cousin asked knowingly as you wandered back toward the lounge, collapsing into it as she spun around on the arm to face you.

"i don't know." you exhaled honestly, face buried in your hands as alessia kicked you gently, looking down with a raised eyebrow. "its been two weeks and i miss her." you admitted honestly, sitting up with a slight grunt.

"but i'm also still really hurt and upset and there isn't an excuse under the sun she could make that would help that go away." you added on, grabbing a throw cushion and pushing your face into it with a scream.

"would you consider hearing her out anyway?" alessia asked, playing devils advocate as you looked back up with another sigh. "yes? no? maybe?" you groaned, laying back down on the lounge in a world of indecision.

"sounds like you want to. but you're a little scared of what that might mean? just hear her out, it doesn't mean you have to go running right back into her arms but it'll mean you're not sitting here wondering what it is she has to say." your cousin read you like a book with a small smile. "i hate that you're always right." you shook your head as alessia chuckled.

"just looking out for my little piccoli ravioli!" your cousin cooed, a grunt leaving your body as she dove on top of you, pinching your cheeks and shaking your head side to side before rolling off of you.

"you know i can very easily smother you in your sleep russo."

none the less you took her advice, reaching out to your girlfriend? ex girlfriend? you weren't even sure what the two of you were at this point given you'd had practically no contact for the last fortnight.

which is how you found yourself a few days later taking a deep breath, hand on the door to the coffee shop you'd agreed to meet up with her at, steadying yourself with a nod before you pushed it open.

you spotted her right away, her eyes trained on the door and hand raising to wave you over the very moment you stepped inside. "i got your usual, sorry the ice melted a little...i was early." leah started with a slight blush as you sat down, pushing the iced latte across the table.

"thanks." you gave her a small smile, taking a sip as an awkward silence settled between you two. "should i start? is that okay?" leah blurted out suddenly, knee bouncing nervously as you nodded and she exhaled shakily.

"i'm not going to waste your time making excuses or apologizing over and over or grovelling." leah started as you quirked an eyebrow and sipped at your drink, curious where she was going with this.

"i'm just going to be honest instead, get right to the point. baby i was a selfish blind asshole, to say the least. i took you for granted. i did not support you even a tenth as much as you did for me. i don't deserve you, i don't deserve a second chance." leah paused, meeting your eyes for a moment as you nodded for her to continue.

"i forgot about your graduation, i didn't care enough to remember despite all the little hints you left me that you shouldn't have even needed to. theres no nice way to say it, theres no excuses for it, no lies. i didn't prioritize you, i didn't respect you or your achievements or put your needs above my own when thats all you've ever done for me." leah sighed, fiddling nervously with her hands in her lap.

"i was so blinded by the joy of being back on the pitch, kicking a ball, being with the girls again. all i was focused on was making the roster for camp, returning back to glory and my captaincy and playing full games for arsenal again." leah admitted, neck and ears flushing hot with embarrassment.

"but nothing, not football not arsenal, not anything, should ever take priority over me being a good supportive life partner and girlfriend. you were right you have put up with so much from me, done so much for me, pushed aside your feelings and your problems to put mine first, and i couldn't even do that for a day when you've done it since the moment we got together." leah continued, shaking her head disappointed with herself.

"love there isn't enough apologies in the world that i can ever say to make up for it. obviously i am incredibly sorry, but you deserve better than words you deserve evidence and action and commitment." you were taken by surprise as leah suddenly stood.

"if you will please please please just come with me for a quick drive i have something for you." she hesitated for a moment before offering you her hand, a confused and skeptical frown on your face as you sized her up.

"its not more flowers, is it?" that caused a small smile to make its way onto the blondes face as she shook her head.

"no, no more flowers."

~

"seriously? leah this is all very weird." you shook your head as she pulled up outside your shared home, a place you'd not stepped foot in for just as long as you hadn't seen your girlfriend for, holding out a blindfold.

"i know i know i know. and i'm sure you don't right now which is completely valid, but i need you to just trust me and put this on." leah bit her bottom lip sheepishly as you sighed, giving her a hard look before snatching it out of her hand.

"no! i've got it." you smacked away her hand which tried to help, tying it up yourself as your heart rate sped up the moment your world was plunged into darkness.

"can i grab your hands? please?" you heard the car door open and flinched a little, nodding slowly as you felt leahs warm hands interlock with your own, pulling you up to your feet as the car door closed behind you.

"step, step, rock, puddle, another step, three more steps, gate." leah announced each reason for moving you, your frown deepening as you realised she was leading you around the side and toward the backyard, ears straining and senses heightened trying to work out what was going on.

"leah!" you huffed as you tripped and almost fell, strong hands steadying you as the blonde winced. "sorry...one more step."

"okay, i'm taking the blindfold off now." leah sighed shakily, and you felt her hands trembling slightly as they fumbled around clumsily with the knot on the back of the blindfold.

but persisting she finally got it, wincing as it slipped away and the sunlight struck you in the face. but that was nothing compared to how high you jumped at the large yell which sounded next, your hand coming to cover your mouth.

"happy graduation!"

"what? this is..." you trailed off, all of your friends and family and colleagues gathered around the backyard, fairy lights strung up in trees and a long table splitting the yard in half decked out with flowers and food and candles.

you tensed as leah grabbed your hands again, moving to stand in front of you with a smile. "i know i ruined your special day by not showing up for you. but you deserve to have your achievements celebrated in a way even half as big and special as you are, and everyone who knows you and loves you agrees, and they're here to show that to you." leah explained softly, another cheer ringing out from the crowd in your backyard as you both looked across with a laugh.

"you organised this?" you asked as leah nodded, letting go of your hands. "i'm not asking you to move back in tonight and forgive me right away. but i hope this is a step in the right direction to me showing you that you mean more to me than anything in the world, and i was such a fucking idiot to take that for granted." leah promised sincerely as your features softened.

"thank you." you caught her off guard by pulling her into a hug, admittedly melting into her taller form as you held one another tightly, your guests all turning back into their own conversations as music started up and chatter floated through the air.

"you're very very welcome. now go and be celebrated!" the blonde pulled away and gently pushed you toward the crowd, smile on her face as you nodded, turning and stepping toward your parents first who cheered and handed you a flute of champagne.

"did you know about all of this?" you tugged your cousin aside around an hour later once you'd made your rounds greeting and chatting with everyone, the sun setting as leah was busy setting up the catering she'd organised for dinner, lia by her side helping out as a fair few of the arsenal girls hung about, good friends with you through both leah and alessia.

"who do you think helped her grovel for forgiveness with the whole family?" alessia smiled knowingly, sipping at her drink. "the whole family?" you asked, eyebrows shooting up in surprise as your cousin nodded.

"mhm, had me gather everyone at your mums place and she stood in front of them all delivering a speech about how much of an idiot she is and how much you mean to her, and how first and foremost she wanted to make up for ruining your day, even if it didn't mean you'd take her back." alessia explained as you glanced at leah over her shoulder, a small smile curling into your lips at the way she helped your nephew dish up his food, chattering away to him and pulling silly faces making him giggle.

"was it brutal?" you asked with a chuckle, alessia wincing. "horribly horribly awkward. nonna ripped into her, then your mum, then my mum, then your brother, then my brothers, then-" alessia recounted as you cut her off with a laugh.

"okay okay i get it, we have a very tight knit family who clearly have my back." you smiled with a shake of your head. "we do. but they all agreed to come, and that when she's not being an insensitive stupid idiot leah is crazy about you." alessia spoke a little more softly.

"go talk to her." your cousin kissed your cheek, slipping her drink into your hand and taking your empty one, pushing at your back encouragingly as you sighed and let your feet lead you over to her.

"hey, can we talk?" you asked, leah practically dropping the plate of food in her hand with a nod, hurrying after you as you made your way up the back steps and inside, wanting a little more privacy than your backyard full of friends and family provided.

"is this all okay? is it too much? did i do too much? less warned me not to go overboard and i know i said no more flowers but obviously theres flowers here and i got catering from your favorite restaurant and it took me days and days to get everyone to agree to come and then-" tired of her rambling you leaned in, pressing your lips against her own and effectively silencing her.

"i-okay." leah blinked in shock as you pulled away, a small smile of amusement on your face. "first of all, this is very very sweet leah, its perfect." you assured with a firm nod, leah visibly sagging in relief.

"second of all...i want to come home, tonight." you held up a hand as the blonde perked up and opened her mouth, snapping it right closed. "this doesn't fix everything leah, i'm still hurt and its going to take time for me to trust you properly again" you warned as the defender nodded eagerly.

"but we can't work on things unless we're together, and i have missed you." you admitted quietly, the words scary to confess but knowing you needed to be honest. "i've missed you so much, like...so so much." leah breathed out shakily making you smile.

"but promise me one thing?" your hands came to cup her face as she nodded.

"no more apology flowers leah for like...a long time." you grinned as leah let out a laugh of surprise, hands falling to your hips and drawing your body into hers, eyes searching you face as you nodded knowing what they were looking for, her lips sweetly pressing a few times against yours.

"i promise."

[stvharrngton]

okay! I’d like to make a request of Steve and the reader going to a nye party but the reader is just so pretty and Steve “can’t keep his hands to himself” Harrington just wants to get his hands on her… but he has to wait🤭 and boy is he not patient. So long story short he is just trying to get the reader alone but every time an opportunity presents itself - someone disrupts and Steve is livid!

But then finally, Steve gets her alone and he can’t wait any longer so he just rips her tights and is absolutely ravishing her

Please and thank you and I love all your stories… especially your 2023 kinktober… It’s my favorite🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻❤️❤️❤️

happy belated new years my love 😅🤭 hope you enjoy!

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, bathroom sex, fingering (f receiving), dom!steve vibes

word count: 2k

requests are open!

It was New Years Eve and you barely made it out of the house in one piece.

You were on your way to a party, Steve and yourself, an annual New Years party where all your friends would be. But you decided to wear that pretty little black dress, the one with the straps and the low cut neckline. The one that hugged your body in all the right places and Steve simply couldn’t help himself. How could you blame him?

He couldn’t help but stare at you the whole night. When you were chatting closely with Robin and Nancy in the corner, you felt his eyes on you. A coy smirk on his face when you finally caught his eye, his eyes raking over your body, up and down. He couldn’t take much more of it though, being able to look and not touch you. He needed you and he needed you now.

So he cornered you in the kitchen, when you were innocently trying to get another drink. He skulked behind you, snaking his arms around his waist, his lips hovering over your shoulders and neck, his warm breath making your skin erupt in goosebumps.

“Hey,” he whispered in your ear, his lips kissing over the shell, “couldn’t help but notice how pretty you look tonight.”

You rolled your eyes but smirked at his words nonetheless. Extending your neck to the side to give him access to where he wanted to be. Your eyes fluttered closed as his lips guided over your skin. Steve soon spun you around in his arms, backing you up into the kitchen counter, caging you in with his strong arms.

He leaned into you, his lips catching yours in a searing kiss. You smiled against his kiss, your fingers dancing up his chest until they reached the collar of his polo, gripping the material between your fingertips to bring him closer to you.

Just when Steve was about to slide his tongue along your bottom lip, someone cleared their throat from behind you. Steve let his forehead rest against your own, a sigh falling from his lips as he turned around. You peaked your head out from behind Steve to see Robin stood there with a grin on her face.

“Steve,” she murmured, “I need to, uh, can I steal your girlfriend away from your mouth for a second?”

You looked at him with a sheepish smile on your face, a subtle shrug from your shoulders and the word ‘sorry’ whispered from your mouth. He responded with his own smile, one final kiss to your lips before he spoke.

“We’ll pick this up later, yeah?” You only nodded before Robin dragged you away.

It carried on like this throughout the night, someone stealing you away at every opportunity and Steve had had enough. So when the clock struck midnight and everyone else was busy celebrating and cheering, drinking or kissing their partners he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and dragged you off to the nearest bathroom, closing the door and clicking the lock behind him.

“What, no New Year’s kiss for me, Stevie?” you teased, folding your arms over your chest.

Steve said nothing. He only crashed his lips against yours, holding your face in his large palms as he did so. Your arms immediately fell to your sides, your eyes fluttering closed as he kissed you hotly.

He moved his lips to your neck, down your collarbone and down to where your dress revealed your cleavage. Steve spoke between the wet kisses he was leaving over your skin, “Been trying to get you alone all damn night,” he hushed, breath hot against your skin, “this pretty little dress of yours has been driving me nuts.”

You could only smirk, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. Maybe you intended to rile him up a little, knowing he loved this dress on you, loved how the material hugged all your curves, how the low cut neckline made your tits look amazing. Maybe you wanted this, wanted him to get you all alone so he could fuck you stupid.

Steve’s teeth nipped at the skin of your chest, sucking gently, surely leaving a bruise you would have to attempt to cover up later. His hands travelled down your waist lifting you so were sat atop the bathroom counter, the cold granite burning your hot skin through the material of the sheer black tights you wore.

He kept kissing you, on any part of your skin he could find, his hands hiking your dress up your body, past your hips until it sat around your waist. He gripped your thighs tightly, pushing them apart until he could see the pink lace beneath the sheer material. He brushed his fingers over your core, the hitch in your breath when he did so made his cock grow stiffer in his jeans.

So his fingers pinched at the material, pulling as hard as he could until he tore a hole in your tights, a hole right where he wanted to be. You shrieked in reply, a noise, thankfully, not loud enough to hear over the music downstairs.

“Steve!” you scolded him, swatting at his shoulder lightly. Steve simply responded with a roll of his eyes and a chuckle as he hooked his fingers underneath your panties, moving the material to the side and revealing your pussy to him.

“Come on, baby,” he cooed, “I’ll take you shopping and buy you ten new pairs. Promise.”

As desperately as Steve wanted to plunge his cock deep inside you, he couldn’t not tease you. He let his fingers rub at your clit softly before they travelled down to your hole, sinking a single digit inside, your wet walls engulfing him. The moan came out strained and whiney, your head rolling back as he teased you.

“Oh, look at her, baby,” he mewled, “she’s already so wet, huh? And it's all for me?” Steve held back a groan as he moved his finger in and out of you, over and over again, your wetness leaking down his finger.

“Steve, please,” you whimpered, begging your boyfriend with your eyelashes and your big doe eyes.

“Please what, honey?” he asked, voice smooth as silk. “You want my cock, is that it? Want me to fuck this sweet little pussy stupid, yeah?”

“Please,” you whined again, spreading your legs wider as if that would persuade him to give you what you wanted. And it did.

Steve unbuckled his belt and shoved his jeans down to his thighs. His boxers soon followed, his thick cock springing free from its confines. He wrapped his fingers around his length, stroking in slow motions as his warm brown eyes bore into yours.

“Ready, angel?” he whispered, lining myself up with your pussy, his thick head pushing through your folds, teasing up and down, catching on your clit.

You nodded furiously, pursing your lips together as your eyes watched carefully where you were about to be connected. Steve gripped your thigh to keep you spread, pushing his cock inside you slowly. You both moaned out at the feeling, the noise bouncing off the white tile of the bathroom.

“Oh, fuck,” Steve groaned, his head rolling back, exposing his Adam’s apple and his thick neck. His pretty pink lips parted beautifully, his hand squeezing your thigh as the other still held the base of his cock as he pushed into you more, inch by inch.

Once he was fully inside, it wasn’t long before Steve was bottoming out, his thrusts picking up in speed, his thighs slapping against yours as he ravished you. You wailed out as the tip of Steve’s cock began to stroke against that sweet spot, your nails trying their best to grip the cool granite countertop.

Steve’s fat cock bullied its way in and out of your pussy, your tight, wet walls clenching his length. He took his lip between his teeth as he gripped both of your thighs, pushing them up against your stomach as you leaned back against the wall. He watched with intent as you swallowed him up, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

You cried out in pleasure, tears forming at your lashes as you felt the pressure building at the core of your stomach. You did your best to let your hand slither between your legs to your clit, your fingers rubbing haphazardly at the swollen nub.

“Oh, baby,” Steve cooed, gripping your thighs harder, a grip so tight that would surely leave marks by morning, “you feel so fuckin’ good, been dreamin’ about this pussy all night, fuck. Tell me how good my cock feels, baby, hm? Taking it like the good girl you are.”

“I–, oh my God,” you whined, throwing your head back against the tiles, “you f-feel, fuck, Steve, you feel so good. So good. Your big cock feels so good filling up my tight little pussy.” You knew Steve loved a bit of dirty talk, that devilish grin always spreading across his features when the filthy words trickled from your mouth.

“Yeah, it fuckin’ does.” He chuckled, a groan tumbling past his lips shortly after. You were both close, the way your pussy clenched him with every thrust, the way his body tensed all over, the way both your moans got more frequent and high-pitched the longer his cock was inside you.

“Y��gonna cum for me, angel?” he asked, his hips snapping against your thighs vigorously, he had you practically bent in half in this position. “Want you to make a mess all over my cock, I, f-fuck, can’t hold it much longer.”

His words erupted the butterflies in your stomach, the thought of Steve being desperate to cum, desperate to fill you up had you reeling and your skin burning. You clung onto his biceps, your nails digging into the taut skin there, leaving behind faint crescent shaped marks. Your orgasm was around the corner and the moans and dirty words wouldn’t stop now, you were already too far gone, too far to care about anyone who may be lurking on the other side of the door.

“Oh, yesyesyes,” you cried in a wail, “‘m gonna fuckin’ cum all over that cock, shit, please don’t stop, Stevie.”

Steve’s eyes rolled back, his head following in tandem as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. He forced his gaze back to you and your fucked out daze, “That’s it, sweet girl,” he cooed, “there you go. Let it all go, good girl.”

You were almost too delirious from your own climax to notice Steve had reached his. He held your thighs in a bruising grip, his body tense as his lips parted. Deep groans and grunts spilled from his mouth as he emptied inside you, whispers of oh please, oh fuck moaned into the air of the small bathroom.

It took you both a minute to compose yourselves, your chests heaving as you caught your breath. Steve pulled himself from you with a sigh, the cold air hitting the sensitive skin of his softening cock. His gaze falling to where his cum was leaking from your spent hole.

You went to move from the counter but not before Steve stopped you, “Easy there, tiger,” he teased, “let’s get you cleaned up before we go back out there.”

You both fixed your clothes, taking a final glance in the steamed up mirror to fix your makeup and hair. You went for the doorknob but not before Steve wrapped his fingers around your wrist, pulling you back into him.

He held you with one hand on your cheek, the other on your waist, thumb stroking over the material of your dress. “‘m sorry, you just look so beautiful tonight and I just got desperate,” he chuckled, brushing his lips against yours sweetly, “I just had to feel you.”

Heat creeped up your cheeks, not for the last time tonight you were sure, a coy smile tugging on your lips as you returned the kiss, whispering against his lips, “S’ok, Stevie,” you hummed, “I like it when you’re desperate.”

[bellewintersroe]

I just read the fernando headcannons and OMGGGG. The nsfw ones babe 😭😭 can you maybe write a NSFW nando fanfic??? Well maybe he's all riled up or something. Honestly Idc just a NSFW nando fanfic after reading the headcannons..😫

so glad you enjoyed, I loveeee writing for Nando, especially when it’s spice 😏 not sure if this is what you have in mind but I hope it does justice to the headcanons…

Fernando Alonso x Reader - Smut! Fernando gets wound up after a race gone wrong. Lucky for him you’re waiting for him nearby in the hotel room where he takes his frustration out in a more… intimate manner. tw- smutty smut legit just porn- the story goes straight to the point so yeah 18+ - talks of penetration, dirty talk, spanking, oral- everything. So sorry this is only short 🫶🏼.

“Fuck, Nando!” She sobbed, cheek pressed to the mattress, Nando’s hand pressed on her head, pinning her down as his fingers gritted together, tightening in her hair. She was on the verge of tears, sobbing and writhing in pleasure as her fiancé worked hard on top of her, back arched with her ass in the air for him. Fernando fucked into her mercilessly, he’d found a rather healthier way to let out his frustration, in a way both of them enjoyed. It worked a treat, as soon as she saw him all red faced and tense she knew exactly what to give him. Now, he’d taken charge, knelt on the bed, hips thrusting into hers like a piston as his teeth gritted, eyes scrunched shut. Nando was trembling, Y/n could feel that, his pants had soon turned into grunts and growls with each push of his rock hard cock into her tight whole.

“Muy bien. todo mimo.” (So fucking good, all mine). He struggled between squeezing his eyes shut from the blinding pleasure and watching her, the way her ass bounced on his cock, the beautiful expressions she’d make. Nando let out a louder groan, throwing his head back as he threw his whole body into each thrust, the bed beginning to squeak and thud against the wall with every movement.

It was so hot- too hot, she could feel each time the tip of his cock would hit deep inside her, one hand moved to rub at her clit and she cursed with such intensity feeling Nando work harder inside her tightening pussy. “Harder, Nando- m’ gonna fucking cum.” She wept with a moan that could wake up the whole hotel. Nando’s growled again, yanking her hips harsher into him, spurred on with the desperate moans and pleads which escaped her mouth. She’d never had anything or anybody so good, Nando was so riled up and so focused on the blinding pleasure he lost all control. She found it so fucking sexy, and when the intensity peaked in her stomach, she came undone with a yell only muffled by the bedsheets. Fernando panted, quickly, pulling her hair back so he could hear vividly every single noise she made.

Her legs trembled with each wave of her orgasm, she was moaning incoherently, head pulled back by the man behind her who hissed at the gush of her pussy against his cock. “Tan bueno. Buena niña.” (So good. Good girl). Nando praised in his native tongue, feeling his desperation only build further at the feeling of her pussy tightening around his thick cock. He could feel each throb of her pussy, each tremor, each time she whined. He was so deep inside her, sighing in ecstasy at the sound of her wetness around him. Nando let go of her hair, soothing over her scalp as she collapsed to the bed with a huff. “You made me cum so fucking hard for you, Nando.” She muttered, voice again muffled by the bedsheets as she shook her ass. Nando wasn’t done yet, he flipped her over, already feeling the calmness spread through him to see her giggle. His face was flushed and he was sweating, hair slightly sticking to his damp forehead. “Are you ok?” The Spaniard checked. “Yeah.” She’d smile in reassurance, fingers coming to dance down his spine, over his tattoo. He wasted no time kissing her again, guiding his cock inside her once again. “M’ so wet for you, god.” She cooed, irresistibly sexy as Nando’s eyes were locked on her face. He thrusted slower, hands gentle this time, as were his kisses. “Are you gonna cum for me now, Nando?” She hushed as he shuddered, pulling her legs further apart gently.

“Yes.” He hushed with a shaky sigh. “Fuck me like you did before, I fucking loved it.”

“Chica sucia.” (Dirty girl). Nando muttered. “Please, I love it.” She pressed a kiss to his jawline and it was enough for Nando to begin thrusting into her harder than he previously was. The slide of his huge cock inside her wasn’t fathomable, Nando was not surprisingly fucking amazing at this, and when his hand slapped her cheek before pinning against her neck again, they both let out a deep groan, knowing he was nearing his high. “Harder, Nando, fuck! Cum inside me. Fuck, make me all yours, Nando!” As the intensity picked up, so did the noise levels. Nando could no longer choke back the moans as he did before, he was straight up moaning and wasn’t ashamed about it. He fucked Y/n deeper, harder, faster into the mattress fists clenched as his whole body began to shake again, tense and almost bursting for release. “Please.” He hushed to nobody in particular, growling as he gripped at the bed sheets harder. “Yes, yes, yes, cum for me!” Oh fuck. Nando couldn’t control it any longer, he lost all control and felt himself beginning to cum deep inside her. His orgasm was so good he collapsed on top of her, letting out a groan with each rope of cum he shot deep inside her. “Oh my god, oh- fuck, Nando.” She hushed, fingers grazing down his neck as he shuddered again, rocking his hips ever so gently to milk the last of her pleasure. Only when he came back to earth did he notice the slight redness forming around her neck, Nando sighed, lips immediately pressing to the area. “I’m sorry, was that too much?” “No, not at all. I loved it… are you ok now?” She smiled, kissing his temple lovingly. “So much better.”

[04mxfutbol]

Secret (Ashley Sanchez x Reader)

Author's Note: This was requested by someone, but I've been so busy with school and I just now had time to write (I’m on summer vacation) so I'm sorry anon, but hope you and all of you like it (: so some cute fluff 🫶

P.S sorry it’s short.

You watched your girlfriend score another goal, as you screamed and cheered, she pointed at you before making a heart with her hands. You suddenly became shy as you hid behind a good friend of both of you, Karina.

“Is everyone staring?” You ask Karina.

“Yep. But I mean what did you expect she did point at you, in front of thousands of fans, on live television.” Karina whispers and you groan.

You peaked over her shoulder and saw Ashley still looking in your direction. You finally stopped hiding behind Karina and waved at Ashley, sending her a kiss.

“Such a cutie pie.” You say out loud and continue waving at her as she runs back.

After the game had ended Ashley ran over to you, pulling you in for a kiss.

“I’ll see you outside, I’m just going to take the quickest shower.” Ashley says as she held your hand. “Wow you look so beautiful.”

Her words made you blush, as if you two weren’t together for two years now, she had a way of still making you blush and feel so giddy.

“I’ll meet you in the parking lot, but please hurry. I’m hungry.” You say against her lips before kissing her again. “I think I’m addicted to you.”

“You think? Well I don’t think, and I know I’m addicted to you.” Ashley says and you laugh.

“You definitely don’t think most of the time.”

“Harsh.” Ashley says and you smile. “But right. Moving on from being roasted by my girlfriend, should we go to the grocery store and buy food?”

“We shall.”

You and Ashley said goodbye to Karina then headed to the grocery store.

Grabbing a cart you pushed it around the store, grabbing a couple (a lot) of things you need for your home.

“What do you want for dinner? Salmon and rice with veggies? Or is that too basic for you.” Ashley says as she turns to face you.

“I’ve never said that, but that sounds fine with me. I can make dinner while you rest. Although some pasta doesn’t sound bad either. I can make that one viral pasta you fell in love with.”

“That WE fell in love with,” Ashley says correcting you, “But yes that actually doesn’t sound bad at all.”

“Great then we need cherry tomatoes and feta cheese.” You say as you push the cart towards the dairy section.

Ashley followed you as you grabbed the cheese and other things you would need to make the food. While you did that you heard some commotion, turning around you saw people walking towards you. You safely assumed they were fans of Ashley.

Your assumption was correct, Ashley stepped aside to take pictures with the fans, while you watched and smiled at the interactions.

You saw a child approach Ashley and the parent right behind. Ashley crouched down as the small child whispered something to her.

Ashley smiled as she turned to look at you, her eyes seemed to twinkle.

“She wants you in the picture.” Ashley says as she extends her hand for you to grab.

“Who me?” You ask as you reach for her hand. “That’s so sweet.”

You stand beside Ashley as the parent took the picture, smiling and giving the young fan a high five before leaving.

As soon as you got home you changed into comfier clothes, then heading to the kitchen to make dinner.

“You look so good in my clothes.” You hear Ashley say behind you. “So good.”

“Comfiest clothes I can find.” You say with a smile as you cooked.

Ashley wrapped her around you, giving you a kiss on your cheek. Turning to face her you smiled and pecked her lips.

“Can you let me finish the food?”

“No, I want to be with you.”

“Ash.”

“Fine but only because I want to.” Ashley says making you laugh.

You finished making dinner and sat down in front to Ashley. Enjoying the meal you had prepared, you and Ashley talked about many things, but since Ashley had just played a game she was too tired.

So once you both finished eating you walked over to the couch. You let Ashley sit between your legs, her head resting against your chest. As you intertwined your legs you also managed to pull the blanket over your legs.

You put on a movie to help Ashley relax, but also a movie you would want to keep watching while Ashley would most likely take a nap.

As you massaged her head and ran your fingers through her hair you felt Ashley’s hands on your thighs.

“I've got something to tell you. It's a secret, so you can't tell anyone else.” Ashley whispers, you were confused and slightly scared of what secret she could possibly have.

“What is it?” You whisper as if there was other people with you.

“I love you.” Ashley says and you didn’t know whether to sigh in relief or laugh at how cute she was.

“That’s not a secret babe.”

“Can you just act like it is, for me.” Ashley begged making you laugh.

“Okay. Okay. I promise I won’t tell anyone your secret.”

“Thanks you’re the best.” Ashley says as she pulled on the blanket. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You whisper as you continued to massage her head.

You saw her eyes were slowly closing, continuing to softly massage her head, she quickly fell asleep. You reached for your phone as subtly as you could and taking a picture of her. You smiled and leaned down to kiss her head.

You took another picture of her and showing the tv in the background. You went to instagram and posted it with the caption “Cutest person with the most random secret. I love her.”

[saintobio]

Hi saint!!! I hope you're doing well. You've been very active these days, and I hope you're still taking time for yourself!!🫶

First thing first...BLACK CANVAS!!😭😭👏

GIRL, YOU BROKE MY HEART. It was actually a very realistic, heartwarming but still heartbreaking ending, but I'm glad sukuna had the chance to prove himself and to feel good with the person he is. It makes me so incredibly happy. It's still a little bitter how he was able to move on and get engaged after just two years, but it's for the best of both him and mc. As regards mc, I can't understand if she's in a relationship with satoru? She seemed to be attracted to sukuna and to have some feelings still, but I don't know 👁👄👁

As for sy, the sneak peak you posted yesterday kinda broke my heart. I feel like both mc and satoru are struggling, and mc, being traumatised and skeptical towards gojo, can't let him explain the situation. I kinda wish she would hear him out🥲

And I wonder what akemi situation actually is👁👄👁 and I also wonder if mc will misunderstand something since, in the sneak peak, she interrupted gojo right when he was about to tell her (supposedly)

I've ranted enough!! Thank you so much for interacting with us Saint!! Sending you love🫶🫶💗

i am doing great, thank you 🥹 i’m working from home for the next 2 weeks so i’ve been having so much free time lately.

also for blank canvas bahaha i was satisfied w the ending :’) but what i wanted to show in sukuna’s engagement is this topic you guys might’ve read somehwere, where the man would usually ask the next woman in his life for marriage when he feels ‘most ready’. so he could be with someone for 10 years and not get married, and then jump onto the next relationship for 2 months and immediately feel like he’s ready to be tied down. that’s kinda how it went for him. but still, he acknowledges that yn was the right person wrong time.

and yes, yn is in a relationship with bc!satoru. but since there was no proper closure between her and sukuna, she was unable to control her feelings around him. by the end of bc, she definitely let go of their past now, and she’s fully ready to commit to satoru.

(gaaaah let me just add bc!sukuna was so fun for me to write abt bc my irl bf is also a biker and i’m his proud backpack lollll he’s also looking to get an r1 soon 🤧 i might just fulfill my bc fantasy there)

now for sy! the reason miscommunication happens between gojo and yn a lot is bcos they’re so scared of being hurt and ‘not chosen’ to the point where they’d just not hear the other person out. i think this specifically points to yn bcos she just has that perception that everything gojo does will always end up hurting her, so she’s just not trying to hear it anymore regardless of what he has to say 😅

anyway, this is probably my longest answer here so i’ll cut it here now. again, thank you sm for reading and supporting my fics <33

[agendabymooner]

the little schuminis || ms47 fic

dad!mick schumacher x mom!ofc

EXTENSION TO SHE’S EVERYTHING… AND HE’S JUST MICK! (SMAU) + MICK, MULTIPLIED (SNAPSHOT)

Summary: Barbie Schumacher was the best mother there is to Mick’s little carbon copies. OR four times when Mick showed his devotion for his kids, and the one time his devotion paid off.

Content warning: Made this in about an hour— did not proofread this but I love it bc F1 driver with kids, All around fluff, Mick issa good dad, Michael Schumacher and Sebastian Vettel being wingmen to their kids (Barbie and Mick), Michael’s clowning his own son, many Schumacher kids

Note: @avaleineandafryingpan I know this isn’t much but I hope you love this request babygorl 😭😭🫶 my heart beats for you fr. Enjoy some dad!Mick content xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

i. the time with minna schumacher’s late night wake up call

Shrill cries of a newborn love was equal to the agony that Barbie Schumacher — formerly Blanco Vettel — felt as she groaned quietly. 3 AM never felt this awful until her firstborn child reached her teething stage, and all Barbie wanted to do was cry like her daughter was doing in her nursery now. 

Perhaps it wasn’t ideal to have a baby at the age of 27. Many people told her that her spouse wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment— that he was still on the peak of his career as a formula one driver. 

And Mick was in the midst of a season when Minna Elisa Schumacher was born. Being away from her for far TOO long was something he didn’t want, but he was forced to leave as soon as Minna reached her 47th hour of her life. Mick never hated something this much until his career made him choose. 

Barbie grumbled as she reached for her nightgown and slipped it on, only for a large hand to pull her back to the mattress as the German man murmured, “I’ll get her, liebling.” 

“Mick…” Barbie hadn’t really wanted to make him get up, seeing as he just arrived four hours ago after his triple header.

“‘s okay, I’ll get Minna,” he muttered, reaching out to kiss his wife’s forehead. “Just go get settled down and you can feed her here.” 

The blond man had immediately found Minna crying in her crib as he cradled her, heading downstairs to grab some iced teether to help soothe her gums. “Shh,” he shushed her gently, the baby’s cry subsiding immediately as she sucked on the teether. “You hungry, liebe? Or ‘s it just your gums?” 

“We have to stop waking your mom up at such an early time, Minnie baby,” he sighed, rocking her in his arms as they made their way back up to the bedroom. “She’s been awake all the time— she works too hard for us.” 

“She’s amazing, no?” Mick asked his daughter as if she could understand every single word he was saying. 

“Ma…” Minna mumbled regardless, clinging to his arms as Mick grinned tiredly. 

“Yeah, I know,” Mick nodded. “She’s working too hard, Minna. I’m glad she’s here to see you grow like this, liebe.” 

“Talking to Minna again, Schums?” A soft voice reached his ears as Mick looked back at his wife, who had her back against the headboard as she smiled tiredly and extended her arms. 

“Of course, Barbie,” Mick chuckled. “She’s got to learn her words, one of these days.”

“No need to lecture her though,” Barbie told him. But it wasn’t anything that she didn’t appreciate; she always liked it when Mick talked to their child like Minna understood everything. He had been doing this since Barbie fell pregnant with the girl— he’d often crouch down or lay next to her bulging stomach to speak to the growing baby inside of her. 

It showed Barbie that Mick was a committed father. It showed that regardless of his situation as a busy driver, he always saw his family as his number one priority. Perhaps that was why Barbie loved Mick so much. 

ii. the time with gisela schumacher’s first ballet show

Gisela Belle Schumacher’s first little ballerina performance was happening in the program facility and everyone made sure to show up. 

By everyone, I mean Barbie’s family, the Vettels, and Gisela’s (or Gigi) aunt Gina, Pippa Michael and Nina Corinna. The two year old was excited to show everyone what she practiced with Madame Pinault throughout her three months of being at the class. 

She was the tiniest girl out of the group, with her bright blue eyes and blonde hair making her stand out in comparison to her peers’ darker tones of hair. The Schumachers and Vettels knew which one to look out for while they waited at the auditorium.

Barbie peered down at her phone and sighed quietly. Mick wasn’t here yet. Stupid flight of his.

At Gigi’s age, she couldn’t easily grasp the concept of people not being able to make it to certain events at the right time. All she knew was that she was going to show her Dada how she could balance on her tiptoes without a problem. 

And of course, Mick couldn’t find himself to break her heart like that. And so, after the Brazilian GP, he took the fastest flight back to Lausanne. 

And there he was, rushing inside the auditorium with the biggest bouquet for the littlest girl. 

Minna’s announcement led the families to look at him as Mick kissed Barbie’s lips and Minna’s cheeks.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Mick apologized, “the baggage claim took longer than expected.”

“She hasn’t gone out yet,” Barbie laughed quietly, mindlessly caressing Minna’s blonde hair as she continued to speak, “glad to see you back from the race in one piece, though. With the biggest flowers too.”

Later after the performance, Gigi ran around the Schumacher home with the bouquet bragging about the flowers her Dada had given her. Barbie laughed at the sight of the girl— she was too adorable.

Mick laughed along, as he knew that he’d be more than happy to come carrying the biggest flowers for his girl— even after the longest double header he’s had. After all, nothing can stop him from being the best father to his children.

iii. the time with mika schumacher’s birthday party

“Who decided that setting up a pet display should be this fuc—“

“Mick, watch your words.”

“Sorry, Dad.” 

“Stop going crazy,” Michael said with a frown, throwing the small giraffe plushie at the direction of his son, to which Mick reacted with an ‘Ow!’ after being hit in the face. “This isn’t the first birthday party you’ve handled.” 

“Well this is the first one where ‘pet adoptions’ are a thing,” Mick gestured at the safari animal plushies at hand. “I don’t know what came up to Gina thinking it’s easy to find bulk plushies, but this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done— and I have three kids, Dad!”

“Because you can’t control yourself,” Michael mumbled, making Mick glare at him. Michael shrugged, “Am I incorrect?” 

Mick couldn’t even find himself to argue with his dad. Six years into the marriage, and he and Barbie already had three kids under seven. 

“I’m just so used to the girls wanting princesses and all of that,” Mick pouted lightly. 

Michael sighed, “Well, now you have Mika— think of him as you. What did you like when you’re a kid? Put yourself in his shoes. Don’t tell me you’re having an existential crisis three kids into marriage? I’m actually gonna be disappointed if you didn’t think that before you had the kids— you’ve been a driver for years!” 

“How can you find a time to joke about it,” Mick sighed exasperatedly. “I don’t even know why I’m here being an ass about my kid’s birthday party.” 

“Because,” Michael told him with a purse of his lips, “you’ve never had a son before— that’s why you’re stressing out about messing up.” 

“I struggled with you for a good while,” Michael shrugged nonchalantly, “Gina was into princesses and pink ponies. You were a boy— I didn’t know what baby boys liked. But I was a racer, that’s why I didn’t have any questions— I still hesitated though because you might like something else and I have to be aware of it.” 

“From what I can tell, you’re doing an alright job so far,” Michael smiled at Mick, patting him on the shoulder. “Miki’s been a happy child. That’s what matters, no?”

“So pick up your sad face and put those plushies up,” Michael said.

A delighted scream came from inside the house as the year old boy escaped from Kimi Vettel’s chasing, giggling as Mika Sebastian Schumacher ran as much as his little legs could handle. 

Eventually he found himself in the arms of Mick as Mika hid from his Uncle Kimi. 

“Da!” Mika screamed delightfully, kicking his legs when Kimi Vettel began tickling the boy. 

Mick and Michael exchanged grins.

Yeah, Mick would continue to put these plushies up if it meant that he’s making his son happy. 

iv. the time with michael ‘mikey’ schumacher’s introduction to the world

Michael Senna, or Mikey, Schumacher was born sixteen hours ago, his tiny body was proof that he was so much like his mother. Yet despite the smallness of his, his facial features and expressions of contentment showed that he was his father’s son. 

Another Mick Schumacher had been born into the world, and Barbie and Mick (alongside their family in Switzerland) welcomed him with open arms. 

And no one was more than excited than the newborn’s namesake, his Pippa Michael, and Sebastian Vettel when meeting the little boy. In fact, they raced through the hospital as soon as they heard that Barbie, Sebastian’s adoptive daughter, had given birth to Mick’s second son. 

Michael was more than happy to meet the boy— just as he was excited to meet his other grandchildren— but to meet little Mikey Schumacher was a moment to remember for everyone. Because that was also the time when Mick announced that…

“I’m retiring,” both Seb and Michael looked at the man with surprised expressions as if they wondered if they heard him right.

Mick explained, “I feel like I’ve lost a lot of time with the kids because I’ve been racing. The kids obviously don’t know how much time I’ve lost because they’re young but… I do. Barbie does.

“It took me a good while to understand what Mika loved— it took me a while to learn how to keep Gigi from having flyaways in her hair during her ballet classes— or how Minnie managed to handle her equestrian routine without Gina or Mom.

“I’ve lost a lot of time,” he said with a small chuckle and a shake of his head. Mick then gestured at Mikey, who remained peacefully sleeping in Michael’s arms as he said, “And with Mikey, I think I can’t afford to do that anymore. I’m okay with one championship only.”

Sebastian broke the silence after, “I’m proud of you Mick,” he smiled softly before reaching out to hug his in-law. “Look at how far Barbie and you’ve come.”

“Back then we had to goad him to ask Barbie on a date,” Michael chuckled quietly.

“It took us eight years,” Sebastian joked.

“Or nine,” Michael snorted.

“We’re still here,” Barbie mumbled in her sleep, “stop making jokes about it.” 

“Still,” Michael said, “we’re very happy for you and Barbie, son.”

“This is where your life begins,” Sebastian nodded, “all you need to do is to tell everyone about your commitments and devotion for your children and wife.” 

i. the time mick’s devotion paid off

Being a retired driver felt great. It wasn’t everyday Mick got to say that— and now he had every chance to. 

Barbie’s family restaurant in Lausanne, one that she named SV et Blanco, had been built years ago— it was the Vettels and Schumachers’ pride. After she graduated from culinary school, Barbie worked as a chef in nearby restaurants before eventually deciding that she wanted a place where family could start their traditions through countless dishes and desserts to try. 

Needless to say, it became a local and even international favourite. Many tourists in Switzerland would try to stop by Lausanne just to get a taste of Kimi Vettel’s favourite spinach and egg soufflé.

And now, SV et Blanco became a place for the Schumachers to spend their time during the Friday afternoons after Minna and Gigi’s classes. Mick would always pick up his daughters with Mika and ten month old Mikey on their car seats.

And after that, he’d come dropping by the restaurant. With Mika on his pram and Mikey on his back carrier, he led the kids into the restaurant as they found their mother making her rounds around the place. 

“Mama!” Minna exclaimed before she and Gigi ran towards Barbie, hugging her around the legs. 

“Oh, excuse me,” Barbie smiled at the guests before she crouched down to hug her girls. “Gigi, Minnie— hello! How’s school!” 

“School is good, Mama!” Gigi grinned. “I got star for writing!”

“That right? Good job, Gigi,” Barbie grinned. “And you, Minnie? How is your school?”

“Okay! I want soufflé though!” The eldest Schumacher pouted lightly. “I wanna see Pippa and Nina!”

“Pippa and Nina! And Sebby— and Mamma Bel!” Mika shouted from his pram.

Barbie giggled lightly before looking up at her husband, “And…? How’s Dada, kids?”

“Dada’s not that busy,” Mick giggled, “hungry for some soufflé though— Minna’s right.”

“Well,” Barbie clapped her hands before standing up, “it’s a good thing it’s our everyday special.”

“Great,” Mick joked. “Otherwise we traveled to Lausanne for nothing.”

Barbie rolled her eyes playfully.

It was a good thing Mick’s devotion and commitment for his kids were paying off. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be the retired father that he is now— his kids wouldn’t be adoring their mother as much as Mick did back when they were teenagers and secretly in love. 

[dovedewdrop]

The One That Got Away

In another life

I would be your girl / 1.7k

A/N: Hi! Welcome to my first fic! I've been super anxious to put this out but also itching to write something so here we are🤗 I hope you enjoy🩷

Also thank you to one of my besties @gracieispunk for being so supportive always🥹 she truly has a heart of gold and deserves the world💛 Happy 5 months of friendship🫶🏻👹

Warnings: Post-Outbreak. Mean!Joel. Just pure angst tbh. sad vibes.

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The last time he had kissed you was the morning of the outbreak, long and passionate, his arm slung around your lower back, your hand on his chest. He’d done it to shut you up really, both you and Sarah on his case about how he was working late, on his birthday of all days, but you both knew why he had to, it was the same reason you picked up extra shifts at work too, you had a wedding to plan and weddings weren’t cheap no matter how low-key they were.

Now you sat at your kitchen table in Jackson in the house you shared with Tommy and Maria, your fingertips ghosting across your bottom lip as you reminisced on that morning. Soon those sweet memories that seemed to be coated in an orange hue were contrasted with shades of blue, Joel had changed, he became a man you didn’t recognise, a man who was cold towards you.

You knew deep down that he didn’t blame you for what had happened, but he had to be mad at someone. At first he just withdrew into himself, but it didn’t take long for him to become outwardly mean, you felt pathetic as you followed behind him up dirt paths and across fields and embarrassed when one day he’d stopped in his tracks, drew in a long breath, and muttered, “wish you’d just leave already,” stalking off up the hill and leaving Tommy to comfort you.

So that’s what you did, you and Tommy, you left with no idea where you’d end up and it killed you to turn around at the edge of the woods and see Joel sitting there on his own, snapping sticks in his hand as if it was your heart he was holding.

You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand and downed the rest of your coffee before placing the mug in the sink, grabbing a checked fleece from the hook on your way out the door. The air outside was biting, bringing a rosiness to your cheeks which you didn’t really mind, you’d be out of the cold and in the Bison soon enough. You took note of the patrol coming back in through the gates and smiled at some of the other families as you weaved your way through the crowds of people who had stopped in the streets.

“Tommy!” You stopped dead in your tracks. Tommy was a popular man around here; someone was always looking for him but there was no mistaking whose voice that was. When you turned ever so slightly they were embracing in a hug, it made your heart burst to see them together like that, how they used to be, how Joel used to be. He seemed a lot brighter, full if a bit more life. You scanned the horses and noticed a young girl amongst the patrollers, someone you hadn’t seen before, you wondered if she was his, if he’d met someone new after you, fallen in love again and decided to have another kid, you wondered if he was healed, if she’d healed him. 

When you turned your attention back to them he was already looking at you and for the first time in your life you couldn’t read him, his emotions had always been so strong, when he loved it was with his whole heart and as you came to find out, when he hated, that was with his whole heart too.

You tore your gaze away from his and headed towards the pub, clutching at your chest, you were grateful that you didn’t have to open for another hour as you slumped against the wooden cupboard behind the bar, trying your best to regulate your breathing, eyes closed and head pounding. As you’d finally calmed down and peeled your eyes open you noticed a head full of curls peaking over the bar, Tommy.

“You know he was coming?” You asked, with a slight shake evident in your voice.

“Nah, guys picked him and the girl up whilst out on patrol.” He began rounding the bar to sit on the floor with you.

“Is that his daughter?”

“Don’t think so, haven’t had chance to speak to him properly yet, ‘ad to come check on you.” He nudged your shoulder with his and gave you a sincere smile, one which you returned, he’d always looked out for you and now that Joel was back that wasn’t going to change. “Take the rest of the afternoon off, I’ve got it covered here.” 

“Thanks Tommy,” you pull him into a hug before standing up and heading home. 

You take a hot shower and try to drown out the recurring memories of how Joel fell out of love with you, of how when he looked at you his eyes no longer held warmth, how when you’d touch him he’d flinch and looked away. When you sat at your dresser your eyes fixed on your engagement ring that sat in a wooden box that the carpenter in Jackson had been kind enough to make, it wasn’t incredibly fancy, you weren’t into big sparkly rocks, but the green amethyst stone was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, and it made your heart burst to know that he picked it. 

You don’t know how long you’ve been sat at the dresser but when you snap out of your trance you realise you don’t quite know what to do with the rest of your afternoon, perhaps you should’ve carried on with your shift, but you know there’s no arguing with Tommy. Eventually you decide on grabbing a book from the bookshelf and sitting outside on the porch with a cup of coffee. That’s when you see him again, or rather hear him. The door to the Bison swings and he storms out, jacket in hand, boots trudging through the sludgy remnants of snow until he stops in the middle of the street, he looks down and you watch, over the top of your book, as his body lets out a breath he seems to have been holding in for a long time. 

You try to hold your tongue but you’re not about to let him walk around in this town and ignore you. “Get into a fight with Tommy?” you question, placing your book down in your lap and pulling the blanket further up your legs. His head shoots up to look at you, his expression looks pained, like he knew this was coming but would prefer it to not be happening right now. 

“Somethin’ like that,” he grumbles as he slowly walks over to the house, treading lightly both figuratively and literally. 

“Ah, still the same Joel Miller, so elusive and cautious, so stony-faced,” he doesn’t answer you, just looks away to where the girl is talking to some other kids, “of course, he wasn’t always like that,” you mumble, more to yourself than him but he still catches it.

“Don’t” He snaps back.

“Don’t?” You scoff, “that’s rich, what? Can’t handle a bit of shit back?” Again, he doesn’t answer. “That your kid?” You ask, you make sure that you breathe when you ask but really, you’re suffocating inside, you want to fawn over him, you want to hug him and cradle his head in your hand, and you want him to rub soothing circles on your hips like he used to but you’re dealing with an entirely different man now.

“No.” There’s a pause, you notice his eyes flit down to your hands, presumably searching out your ring. “Just tryna get her somewhere.” You nod at his response before silence falls over you both, your eyes drifting over to the kid.

“What’s her name?”

“Ellie.” You nod your head once again. 

You can feel everything bubbling up inside you, emotions and words and if you’re not careful they’ll come bubbling out of you in a way that you can’t control. Every second spent in his presence goads you. “You… got a boyfriend?” he asks cautiously and you roll your eyes.

“Jheez Joel, no, how are ya?” He looks down at his fingers that are resting on the wooden railing, like a little boy that’s just been told off. You don’t even know how to respond, your brain trying to categorise your thoughts and feelings like your mind is a jumble sale. 

“What ya thinking about?” His voice is soft, his eyes feel as though they’re looking into your soul, like they used to do, he was looking at you like he did when you did something he adored, something that reminded him why he loved you so damn much.

When you let out a sigh instead of an answer, he tapped both hands on the railing and pushed himself off, a slight smile that quickly turned into a frown. “See ya around.”

He stopped walking as you began speaking and you were glad his back was to you because here comes the word vomit, 

“ Thinkin about how one day, probably sometime within the next five years, my kids are gonna come runnin up on this porch and my husband is gonna come home from his patrol shift, presumably with you, and he’s gonna tell me about his day and he’ll give that little of a shit that he won’t even notice that I’m not lookin directly at him, I’m lookin past him at you. About how, when I go to tuck my kids in at night I’ll get this stabbing in my chest and this gnawing feeling in my brain telling me that I’m a bad mother because sure, I’ll love them to absolute pieces but part of me can’t help but think I’d love them more if they were your kids. About how I’ll get into bed at night, with my husband who doesn’t so much as utter a “goodnight” to me, instead just rolls over and goes straight to sleep and I’ll cry and mull over what could have been and what I wanted more than anything in the world- until the exhaustion washes over me. Then I’ll wake up the next day and do it all over again. That’s what I’m thinking about Joel.”

He turns to face you at your admission and you can see the tears in his eyes, watching as he forces them out with a blink before wiping a stray one with the back of his flannel. “See ya around,” he repeats.

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Before I disappear for a bit, in order to finish something I've been working on for months and am REALLY passiona about, it's time for one of my favorite things to do... DEBUNK AND EXPOSE AB, and by extension, her relationship with Chris too!!! 🤭

Last chance for you haters of mine to leave before ugly words come out to the surface...

Alright, let's begin!

We all unfortunately saw this photo, right?

Well, without fail, albabaptistastylefiles uploaded and brokendown her outfit, just like pap walk 2.0... let's not forget the time that they somehow knew what exactly was the red dress that she was wearing, based off of two inches of it peaking out...🤔

No surprise that this time, she was able to identify, and credit ALL outfit pieces...

Quick question,how did they know that that is really AB's purse?! You can't even see the actual purse, just the strap. Unless it's a very one-of-a-kind purse (which I doubt) that she and only a select few own, then I'd buy it...

But that purse looks like any other formal purse you could buy at Shein or the mall... 🤭

You may think I've forgotten about her main outfit... I most certainly haven't, and neither has the GP...

Unoriginal, with a dash of Cultural Appropriation... Wow, AB, you've really outdone yourself.

And before any of y'all deny or try to talk your way out... Here's a little bit of receipts for you 😉

🤭

Anyway, I'm done talking about her what she is wearing, and I'm almost done. So, let's go to the photo. Or rather A photo, that was uploaded to Vogue and then was suspiciously deleted... I'mma let y'all read and see for yourself.

Strange... If you were really there, at the after party, and happier than ever, dressed to the nines...

Why would your photo be deleted from something as high profile as Vogue? 🤔 Now, that's something I'd love to know 😉😁

Anyway, that's it from me. Just wanted to let out my thoughts and suspicions on the whole GG photo fiasco. Honestly, anything with them is a fiasco 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Thank you, 👸 and 😎 for the photos! 🫶

Hope this pretty much summarized a ton, and revealed certain things, and I'm not even gonna mention how weird Chris looks in the photos, or how sus it is that his hand on AB's back is blurry, or why AB's neck looks like a giraffe's in the missing Vogue pic... That's something for my fellow Fans of the Fandom to question, analyze and voice. 😉

Talk and see you soon! Hopefully when one of my passion projects gets uploaded 🫶❤️😊🤗

[reasonsmandy]

I'm addicted to you

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — So my idea was maybe with Warren or even Billy (if you want to write for him of course), the reader is super shy (maybe she's friends with Daisy, who dragged her along one day you know) and Warren/Billy just took an interest in her and flirts to make her blush, but at first she thinks he's joking or just being nice because "no one actually likes the shy girl". Hope you like it, sorry if it's too specific 😅

✧.* summary — From the first time you met The Six's drummer he was always around you praising you, and picking up on you. And one day you put your shyness aside and return it in kind.

✧.* warnings — none

✧.* word count — 3.7k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I apologize for the delay in answering your asks, college has been making me crazy lately, but I promise that soon everything will be back to normal, also this isn't revised so there might be some mistakes. Hope you like it 🫶🏾

"Come on Y/N we need your help." Daisy repeats it for the fourth time that morning. "I mean, I can write good songs but you're going to add something to the mix, you know? I already talked to Teddy, he loved the idea."

"Of course he loved it, he loves any opportunity to bring me to the label." You laugh, stirring the food in the pot. "I would love to help you Daisy, but you know I prefer the backstage."

"I promise you it's just going to be the people in the band, no one else." She lifts her pinky for you to intertwine yours. "Come on Y/N, please."

You let out a sigh, squeezing your eyes shut tightly, sure you'd regret it. "Alright, when do we start?"

Your passion for music was no secret to anyone, you always loved portraying your emotions, your feelings, frustrations through music and that's what you've been doing since you were 14 years old, obviously you didn't start professionally at first, it was just you your guitar a paper and a pen in the afternoons after class for a long time before you get the courage to show anyone your lyrics. You knew Daisy from school, and it was to her that you first presented your songs, after that your passion for the musical world brought you two together.

Daisy had the courage that you would never have, and you admired her so much for it, the fact that you were backstage writing the songs, without the public attention, without the fame was never something that bothered you, in fact it was something you preferred. There was something about attention that activated the most intense peak of your anxiety.

Whenever you found yourself in the spotlight, your heart would start to race, pounding in your chest like a wild animal trying to break free. Your palms would become slick with sweat, and your fingers would twitch nervously as if trying to escape the situation. Your breaths would come in short, shallow gasps, as if your lungs were struggling to get enough air. Your stomach would churn with nausea, and you would feel the muscles in your abdomen tighten into knots. You could feel your whole body trembling with tension, every nerve ending on high alert as if waiting for the next attack.

So yeah, you were much better off stage.

Daisy had great difficulty understanding this position of yours, and when she joined The Six she was sure that what they needed was your help to improve those lyrics. She knew that with you, they were going to make the best album in the whole world. She had spent a few weeks preparing the territory, Daisy knew if she wanted you to agree she had to go slowly implanting the ideas in your head little by little until in the end, you agreed.

You didn't have the courage to open your eyes as you felt the wind hit your face, you knew that if you noticed the paths Daisy's car took you would feel butterflies in your stomach. As you approached the label, Daisy glanced at you from time to time, smiling as she found your reaction amusing.

"You're gonna be fine Y/N" You feel the car stop, opening your eyes slowly you notice they had stopped at a light, relieved you let out a sight. "They're nice people, I swear to you… well, except for Billy but don't worry I'll handle him."

"I knew I was going to regret this Daisy." Your voice was weak. "I work much better at home, I might as well work on my parts and hand them to you later."

Daisy looks at you with arched eyebrows. "Without listening to the instruments?"

You shrug, trying to convince yourself you could handle it. Daisy just laughs, and you roll your eyes. "What?"

"Are you serious?" The redhead questions. "You urgently need more social activities."

…

As you stepped out of Daisy's car, your heart began to race. You tried to take deep breaths to calm yourself down, but your anxiety only seemed to intensify with each passing second. You followed Daisy into the label building, feeling like a fish out of water among all the bright lights and bustling activity.

Daisy leads you to the studio they used to record, Teddy says hello from across the sound booth, you wave back at him then turn back to the band members watching you curiously. Immediately you regret it and take your eyes to the ground trying little by little to hide behind Daisy.

"Well, well, well," he said, sauntering over to you. "Who's this pretty little thing that Daisy's brought us?"

You felt your face heat up as you tried to hide behind Daisy, who just rolled her eyes at Warren's flirting.

"This is Y/N," she said, introducing you. "She's a songwriter, and she's been helping me out with the album."

Warren's eyes lit up with interest. "A songwriter, huh? Well, we could always use more talent around here."

He extended his hand towards you, and you hesitated for a moment before shaking it tentatively. His touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel your cheeks turning pink.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he said, still holding onto your hand. "I'm Warren."

You pulled your hand back, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "Uh, yeah, nice to meet you too."

…

Warren's flirty mood had become a pattern, he loved the way your cheeks flushed in his presence, or how you widen your eyes at every flirtation he gave you, and he thought it was adorable the way you never knew how to handle his compliments, so he always made an effort to come up with something new.

You never knew what to expect, he always took you by surprise at the most unexpected moments, and you just loved that attention coming from him.

The band was sitting on the studio floor, you were further away from the group, in the corner of the room with your notebook, your pen and some crumpled sheets of paper around you. You hummed the tune Graham had created, trying to match your ideas to it, your pen hanging from your lips as you picked it up every now and then to make some adjustments.

Warren tapped some cans while watching you from afar. He loved how you seemed to shut out the world around you when you started writing, how you smiled when you got the lyrics right. He even thought it was really cute when you hated something and dropped your notebook on the floor to take a break.

He smiles at the idea that is born in his mind, he opens his notebook on a random sheet of paper writing something and then making a paper airplane with it. He takes aim in your direction, tongue sticking out as if that will help him concentrate more, and when he feels ready he throws it towards you.

You are snapped out of your concentration by the piece of paper that hits your eye. "Ouch." you exclaim, closing your eyes and rubbing them.

"Shit!" Warren exclaims, moving closer to you. "I'm sorry cariño."

"What was that for?" You struggle to get used to the light in the room again.

"It was supposed to be something cute, now it seems like I wanted to make you blind." He says running his hands through his curls. "Is it rude of me to ask you to read it?"

You can't contain your laughter, he laughs along with you and you shake your head. "I can try."

You undo the paper plane, a little nervous to have the man's gaze centered on you, his handwriting wasn't difficult to understand but with your eye "damaged" by the little accident it took you a while. It read "You must be tired, right?"

You arch your eyebrows in question, looking at him blankly. Rojas had a smirk on his face and soon you knew something curious was coming, he had a smile on his face waiting for you to question him why. So you do so.

"Why?" You ask quietly, he smiles wider.

"Because you've been running through my mind all day long mi amor." He finishes the sentence almost in a whisper, the Spanish nickname sends a chill down your spine that almost immediately brings the blush to your cheeks. "You know something mamita, you're so fucking pretty when you're shy."

He winks at you before standing up, leaving you with a flushed face, a racing heart, and a goofy smile on your face.

…

The smell of fresh coffee invaded their noses, that morning contained a fresh climate and yet the sun was shining brightly in the Los Angeles sky. It's been a few hours since they've been locked in the label's studio trying to improve the pre-chorus of "Aurora". Daisy, Billy and you had been working on this song for the past few days but knew there was something missing right there. Daisy once again stated that she didn't know how to work with empty stomach, so together with The Six they went to the nearest bakery for a more elaborate breakfast.

"You know what? I think it turned out cool that way." Graham states, pointing to the chord Eddie had just written in his notebook. "Maybe you could add longer notes, so as not to overshadow Warren's solo and still show the bass..."

"Great idea dude." Eddie says writing it down, taking a bite of his toast next.

Warren looked uneasy, he had noticed since leaving the studio that you hadn't accompanied them, which left him a little disappointed, as he liked to spend as much time as possible by your side, he eats his order quickly while tapping his feet nonstop, after drinking his juice he turns to Daisy, lighting a cigarette.

"Hey Daisy." He calls for her, catching her attention. "Do you know why she didn't come?"

Daisy smiles, she arches an eyebrow enjoying seeing the drummer's interest in her friend. "It's like you don't know her, any chance to spend some time alone she accepts."

"Yeah yeah of course." He really wanted to go back there, spend more time with you, he was afraid that now that the album was almost finished he wouldn't see you anymore. "Now that I remember! I forgot my drumsticks in the studio." he exclaims, capturing the attention of everyone at the table.

"So what?" Eddie asks. "You're not going to play right now anyways, chill out." He chuckles.

"Actually I just had an inspiration, I need to go get them." Rojas stands up, adjusting the vest on his torso.

Without giving a chance to be contradicted, he leaves through the front door, leaving his friends without understanding much. Daisy smiles at the ridiculous excuse the drummer had come up with to go find you, eager to find out what it would lead to.

The record company wasn't far away, Warren only had to walk a few blocks to reach his destination. He brought you a croissant and coffee, figuring you might be hungry since you didn't join them, he enters the record label excited, wanting to see you as soon as possible but as soon as he hears something different he stops in front of the door of the studio where you record.

He doesn't move listening to the sound of a beautiful, calm, light and yet powerful voice echoing from the room, he doesn't take long to recognize Aurora's melody and without being able to contain his curiosity, open the door slowly. Coming across you sitting on the floor, some sheets spread out next to you and your notebook, pencil dangling from your ear and a guitar in your lap.

He can't contain his smile when he sees you sing, with each passing day he is more and more enchanted by you and your talent always surprises him in a good way. As soon as you finish he makes his presence known by knocking on the door, you take your gaze up to him and he holds up the bag he brought you.

"How long have you been there, uh?" You question without looking him in the eye.

"Long enough to need to ask you something." You definitely didn't expect that answer, so you just wait for him to finish. "Did it hurt when you fell from the sky? Because you have an angelic voice mi amor."

You roll your eyes smiling weakly, Rojas approaches you sitting beside you admiring your flushed face. You muster up the courage to face him, something he didn't expect and as soon as your eyes met his he felt like he was floating, or dreaming even.

"Can I ask you something Warren?" You say softly, directing your speech just for him.

Rojas arches his eyebrows curiously, he rests his head in the palm of his hand watching you closely.

"Sure, go ahead," he says, smiling warmly.

You think twice before saying something, you take a deep breath and say, "Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears."

The drummer had a surprised and yet admiring expression, he licks his lips smiling wide then, the way his eyes get tiny when he smiles makes your heart warm. But as soon as you realized what you said your gaze dropped to your hands, you felt embarrassed by what you said, it seemed ridiculous that you wanted to flirt with a man like him.

"Hey." He says bringing his hand to your chin, lifting your face to look at him. "I never knew you had it in you," he says, still chuckling. "That was actually really cute."

"It was ridiculous." You state, nervous to look him straight in the eye.

"Nothing that comes from you can be ridiculous, mamita." He stops smiling, staring into your eyes as if he's admiring the most beautiful view in the world, and maybe he is. "You're so gorgeous."

…

You were lying on the couch in your apartment, Daisy was sitting on the floor in front of you with the guitar in her lap composing. You bit the pencil and every now and then tapped it against the notebook you have in your hands, you were trying to finish the lyrics to "Regret Me", a song that Daisy had started a few days ago.

"Y/N! Are you here?" The redhead exclaims, snapping her fingers in front of your face.

"Uh? Oh yeah sorry, where were we?" You sit on the couch, your thoughts still in the air.

"What do you have?” Daisy asks, a faint smile on her face. “Want to talk about it?”

"Does Warren usually do that whole pick-up line thing with everyone?" You ask, Daisy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What pick-up line thing?" Daisy says, not understanding what you were talking about.

"It's just... It just seems ridiculous now that I'm going to tell someone." You let out a laugh, and Daisy still looks lost on the subject. "It's just that lately he's always been hitting on me, or complimenting me whenever he can…"

Daisy looked surprised, she arched her eyebrows and a smile spread across her face. You shake your head, feeling ridiculous for thinking maybe he was actually interested in you.

"Nevermind, it's ridiculous." You say, trying to focus on your notebook but the heat on your cheek wouldn't let you.

"Wait wait, so you're telling me that Warren is flirting with you?" Daisy had a look on your face that couldn't quite name, so you just nod. "Oh my God, I knew it!"

"Excuse me?" You ask, lost in her words. "What do you mean?" Your heart was pounding on your chest.

"I mean, it's obvious that he likes you," Daisy says with a smirk, strumming a few chords on her guitar. "Every time you're around, he's practically glowing."

You let out a small laugh, feeling relieved yet nervous. "I don't know, I mean, he's my coworker and I don't want to make things awkward between us."

Daisy puts down the guitar and turns to you, placing a reassuring hand on your knee. "Trust me, I've seen this before. Sometimes you just have to take a chance on someone and see where it goes."

You look at Daisy, feeling grateful for her support. "What do you suggest I do?"

Daisy thinks for a moment before a mischievous grin spreads across her face. "I suggest you give him a taste of his own medicine. Flirt back a little, see how he reacts."

You raise an eyebrow, feeling a little hesitant. "I don't know if I'm good at that."

Daisy gives you a playful nudge. "Come on, it's all in good fun. And who knows, you might actually enjoy it."

You nod, feeling a little more confident. "Okay, I'll give it a try."

Daisy claps her hands, looking pleased with herself. "That's what I like to hear! Now, let's get back to these lyrics."

As you both return to working on the song, you can't help but feel a little excited about the possibility of something more with Warren.

…

Warren was sitting on the other side of the room, you walked in and he took his gaze to you immediately watching you with a smile on his face. You take a deep breath, remembering Daisy's words, you let out without thinking.

You walk up to him. "Hey there, handsome," you say with a playful smile.

Warren looks up at you, surprised by your sudden flirtation. He stammers for a moment before finally responding, "Uh, hey. What's up hermosa?"

As soon as you see the blush rising on Warren's cheeks, you can't help but feel a sense of pride and excitement. It's as if you've just won a game that you've been practicing for ages. You smile to yourself, feeling like you've finally accomplished something that you've been wanting to do for a long time.

"Nothing much, just wanted to come over and say hi," you say, trying to keep up the playful tone. "But I have to admit, I'm enjoying making you a little shy."

Warren lets out a chuckle, shaking his head. "I'm not used to this, you know. Usually, it's me doing the flirting," he says, still looking a little flustered.

"Well, maybe it's time for a change," you say, feeling encouraged by his reaction. "Who knows, maybe I'll be the one making you blush all day long."

Warren looks at you with a mix of surprise and amusement, but you can tell that he's enjoying the attention. You spend the rest of the day playfully flirting with him, and every time he blushes or stammers, you feel a sense of satisfaction and pride.

You couldn't believe how good it felt to flirt with Warren. All day long, you kept up your teasing and pick-up lines, enjoying the way he blushed and stumbled over his words. Each time he seemed caught off guard, your confidence grew, and you felt a newfound boldness you hadn't known before.

In the break room, you caught him staring at you as you filled up your coffee cup.

"You know, I'm pretty sure this coffee isn't the only thing that's hot around here." you said with a grin.

Warren choked on his own sip of coffee, coughing as he tried to regain his composure. You couldn't help but giggle at the effect you had on him.

Later you find him at the drums playing around with some ideas he had, realizing it was just the two of you. You see another opportunity and approach him, he watches you and already smiles, imagining what could come.

"You know pretty boy, I kinda have a thing for drummers in rock bands." You lean lightly on the drums, winking at him.

"Do you?" He says, his low voice reaching your ears like honey. "Well this drummer right here really is into you, actually…"

"Is that so?" You try to maintain your posture, but it's impossible to deny that every time he smiles your legs give way.

Warren comes out from behind the drums, approaching you, his proximity makes you feel butterflies in your stomach, he doesn't take his eyes off yours and you could spend hours looking into those eyes. When you can already feel his breathing is when he stops, his hands rest on your waist and your breathing becomes increasingly uneven.

"I mean it cariño, I really like you." He whispers, and you feel your heart give up. "I don't think I've ever met someone as unique as you and holy shit I love it. I'm addicted to you, everything that you do, every detail of your face I just can't get enough of your presence… Damn you make me want to get up early to come work in this studio, don't get me wrong, I love my job... My point is, you make everything better."

You didn't expect his words, an involuntary smile takes over your face and you take your hands to his curls, he smiles at the touch caressing your waist pulling you closer to him. He licks his lips bringing his eyes to your lips.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, you nod and he does so.

As Warren's lips meet yours, you feel a jolt of electricity surge through your body. His kiss is gentle and passionate, and it feels like he's been waiting to do this for a long time. You respond to him with equal fervor, your hands slipping up into his hair and your body pressing against his. The kiss is sweet and tender, yet full of longing and desire. You can feel your heart racing in your chest as the kiss deepens, and you wrap your arms around Warren, not wanting this moment to end. As you finally break the kiss, you look up into his eyes and see the same passion and affection that you feel reflected back at you.

"I'm addicted to you too." You manage to say, still mesmerized by his eyes.

He places several kisses on your lips, and you smile at his act. "Let me take you out? Promise you, no more cheesy pick up lines."

"I would accept this invitation even if you spend the whole time hitting on me." You say and he smiles, wasting no time closing the space between you.

...

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Same For You: The Love of Thieves - Instagram AU

Series Warnings: slow burn romance, eventual smut, age gap, complicated relationship (low-key unhealthy dynamics), eventual love...

Series Masterlist

A/n: soooo you didn't think id make a whole series without doing Instagram AUs did you? Well here's the first one. Think this gives you a good idea of how the beginning of the series is going to go :) a little sneak peak into the chapters if you will... Hope you enjoy, love Lou 🫶🏼

Taglist: @scooby-doodoo @thereisaplaceintheheart @theoriginalwhatsername (if you want to be added please just drop me a message 🫶🏼)

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TheLoveOfThieves:

TheLoveOfThieves our very own Y/n on stage last week, join us again this week in Soho ✌️ in the mean time... Listen to us on SoundCloud - Clara

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amazingabbie who's this sexy beast then?

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75fan came from Mattys insta, you guys are sick

↳ TheLoveOfThieves thank you 😊

jamieoborne just say yes already

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↳ yninstagram thanks Matthew ☺️

↳ trumanblack p.s you look very pretty in your element up there on that stage

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yninstagram:

yninstagram your bf brought me a pretty guitar in my fave colour ✌️ jk jk don't go breaking up with your bfs guys

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trumanblack cool guitar for a cool girl

↳ yninstagram why thank you ☺️

rass1975 pretty...

↳ yninstagram it is indeed

↳ rass1975 wasn't talking about the guitar

75fan I have no idea what's going on rn but damn... Why are the 75s friends so hot

75updates are the boys working with her?

1975stan um... Are we just going to ignore Ross' comment?

yninstagram:

yninstagram Exciting stuff on the way guys 👀 thank you to everyone who has joined us on this journey so far, we love you 🫶🏼 to the newbies: welcome 🤗 📸@rass1975

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trumanblack let's gooooo

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rass1975 very excited to be working with you love

↳ yninstagram bass lessons soon?

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1975adam heard you guys are smashing it

bedforddanes75 cool kid

jamieoborne dirty hits new addition?

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75fan she's so pretty...

fan1 ahhh Ross taking pictures of her?! Mattys comments on her other posts... I can't handle whatever the fuck this is ➡️❤️⚠️

TheLoveOfThieves:

TheLoveOfThieves we've been in the studio with some cool people for almost two weeks now... We will be returning to the Soho stage this Saturday so come by and say hello - Jay

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📍 comment: TheLoveOfThieves there's nearly 21,000 of you following us now which is mental, thank you for all the support, we love you, watch this space, exciting things are coming. Massive thanks to our boys @the1975 for everything you've done over the past two weeks, it's an absolute pleasure to be working with you 🫶🏼 - Y/n

lovethievesfan we'll be there as always

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clarabass exciting times...

75fan I'm so excited, you guys are so good and the boys are lucky to be working with you

trumanblack we shall be there, pleasure working with you too x

↳ 75fan lol Matty just replying to y/ns comment not actually the post caption hehehe he's down so hard

75stan I actually can't deal with how pretty she is like can she stop?

[the0racl30fd3lphi]

percy jackson x reader

word count: 506

warnings: fluff, mild nudity (nothing specific really) fem!reader, not beta read and no proof read we die like men

summary: percy enjoys waking up before his partner in the mornings, admiring her before she wakes up

a/n: this is my first post please be gentle 🫶🏻

•••••••••••

the sun began to peak through the blinds he had forgotten to fully close last night. the golden beams of warmth slipped through and made everything it touched glow. though how she could get even more lovely, he didn’t know, he was awestruck. her face was pushed into the pillow with her hair sprawled out across her back. gently and carefully, so not to startle her, he pushed her hair away from her face and neck, knowing how much it would irritate the girl.

her back exposed to the greedy hands of the sun gave her such a celestial brilliance that captivated him. tearing his eyes from her face and onto her bare back, he traced the freckles on her skin ever-so-lightly. connecting the dots of the constellation of birth marks on her back, he could only recognize what it formed from her endless inspiring drab led about the stars. andromeda. fitting, it always made him smile. a beauty forever immortalized in the sky lay soundly asleep in his bed. he thanked the stars that they gave him their most prized possession.

he genuinely couldn’t believe how lucky he has gotten with her. watching the darling sun rays illuminate her features as her back rose up and down in a soft, slow, peaceful manner identical to the most pleasant of dreams, made him swoon. how could one being, so perfect and divine, settle for such a cursed man as him? all the prophecies, all the quests, all the monsters, everything that followed percy and all that undoubtedly waited for him in the future, why would she condemn herself to this?

he would never be able to comprehend why but he knew he was glad she did, because soon did he realize, she would be the only thing he needed. his hope. his love. his peace. his joy. his determination. his fire. his will. his mind, body, and soul.

“mm, you’re staring,” she mused, peaking out from the pillow her face was tucked in.

“can’t i admire fine art when i see it?” he sank further in the bed to bring his face closer to hers.

“you are, so, cheesy.” she pretended to groan but couldn’t help the smile creeping up her face.

“hm,” he shrugged it off. “go back to bed, my love.”

“we’ll have to wake up eventually,” she couldn’t fight the hand that started aimlessly crawling around her back. painting warm goosebumps that faded as quick as they came.

“we’ll wake when the time comes, let’s just enjoy staying in bed right now.” with her still laying face down, percy pressed his face into her neck. stamping a ghost of a kiss on her shoulder and laying his forehead against it.

“look at that. you’ve convinced me,” she giggled and nestled further into bed. his arm crept along her back and wrapped softly around her waist.

he knew now, that she was his love. his savior. and damnation. because gods, he would do anything for this girl. he would do everything for this girl.

[world0fmadness]

This is probably a silly question, but if you could meet any of the bm musicians in real life who would it be and why?

Also you seem so cool! Love your blog 🫶🏻

୨୧ there is no such thing as a silly question, honey! especially not here on my blog, you guys could ask me quite literally anything in the world and it would never be silly to me ^w^

and this is actually a great question! i love getting little questions like this… even if i feel that i’m kind of bad at explaining sometimes hehe! such a tough question too though, hopefully you don’t mind if i answer with a couple people…

i think one that i would’ve loved to meet would of course be pelle from morbid / mayhem! someone on here once told me they thought him and i seemed to have similar souls and it fucked me up, in the best way, for days! i don’t think i would be able to talk much to him if i did meet him though, i’m already a very shy person around everyone let alone people who i have so much admiration and respect for! i think i would just be kind of starstruck but thankfully i do not stare at people so i probably would not make him uncomfortable by eyeballing him lolol… i tend to keep my eyes down to the ground and only sometimes look up when spoken to! i keep to myself a lot of the time unless someone sparks conversation with me first and if they mention something i really enjoy, like a band or movie, then i tend to slowly come out of my shell and will ease into a passionate ramble about said thing to this unsuspecting person lolol! i usually only wear shirts that are related to bands or movies so maybe that would peak his interest a little, if it was a band or movie he also liked…

i suppose i can’t really go into major reasoning as to why i would like to meet him out of so many others in the black metal scene but i think it boils down to feeling as though we have kind of similar personalities and similar struggles… i think he was such a strong talent, such a unique soul lost too soon but i am glad he was able to leave this word on his own terms, i’m hoping that doesn’t sound fucked up or anything! i would’ve liked to ask him about his thoughts on many things, his hobbies and all of that stuff…

a second musician would be fenriz from darkthrone / isengard! not even specifically younger fenriz, i would love to meet him as he is now! he just seems so fun yet laidback at the same time, so humorous and passionate… i would love love love to ramble back and forth about obscure music hehe! not to mention cats! i can see us showing pictures of our cats to each other like proud parents! not to mention i just think i would be very easily made comfortable in his presence, he just seems so genuinely nice to be around and not judgemental in the slightest! i mean, i think i would still be awestruck at meeting someone so talented but i just think he would make you feel like you’ve been friends for years within just a couple minutes of meeting and chatting…

a third musician would simply have to be cronos from venom! like many people, venom was one of the first few extreme metal bands i began listening to when i was wayyy younger and it was the first band that i got really heavily into… i mean seriously, i begged my grandmother to buy me every single one of their CDs lolol! i think my grandfather only really supported me in my begging because he is from newcastle himself… my grandmother did not buy me all of their CDs but she did buy me welcome to hell, then my older cousin burned some more custom venom CDs for me! it’s also one of the few extreme metal bands my mother really likes too, so that’s always a major plus! i think cronos just seems like a very genuine guy, he seems fun to hang out with and again, i would probably to too starstruck to talk all that much! i don’t think i would be a true british metalhead if i didn’t really want to meet cronos! so yeah, i think i’d just like to ask him about how it feels to be so… respected? i guess? how it feels to have been so many peoples first real introduction to more extreme metal, how it felt to have been the band…

not exactly a musician but i would dieee if i ever met metalion! gosh, he just probably has so so so many stories to tell about people in the extreme metal scene, so many good memories and pictures hidden away! every time i read an interview with him, i find myself agreeing with nearly everything he says so i just think i would find him to be very good company! definitely one of those guys you plan on talking to for a quick five minutes that suddenly turns into five hours because of how easy he is to talk to and how many stories he has to tell…

and a bonus musician is akira yamaoka even though he is certainly not black metal! gosh, i would really sell some of my organs to meet him… his music is always just incredible to me, always so full of passion and genuine care for the project! even his solo project, enn mo takenawa, was beyond beautiful and unique… he is such a talented soul, such an obviously passionate soul and i would love to just sit and have a conversation with him about music, about his music and music he enjoys / finds inspiration in! so much of his music has gotten me through some real tough nights and some real lonely walks, his music is true beauty in the eeriest form…

i will not give major reasonings for these but some others i would love to meet and have a simple little chat with would be S.D. from trembling void, faust from emperor / scum, B.S.O.D. from grausamkeit, euronymous from mayhem, kobal from darvulia / fornication, ihsahn from emperor and quorthon from bathory! of course, i could go on so much more about why all of these people are so interesting to me, why i would love to meet them and chat with them but i do not wish to keep you here all damn day lolol!

thank you so much for this ask, anon! i love answering any and all questions you guys have! and thank you again, i’m glad i seem so cool to you guys lolol! younger me would never believe it hehe… you guys are all just as cool as me! glad to hear you love my blog too, i love you guys just as much <3

[ky-yk]

gaeul sunbae (kge x f!reader)

genre: gen? fuck if i know tbh || word count: 1.1k

author’s note: i’m not kidding btw this is not fluff neither is it angst, hope y’all enjoy nonetheless 🫶🫶

1.

“how the hell did they do this…”

wednesdays were your least favorite day of the week for one reason only: your industrial arts class.

i mean, who’d enjoy getting drenched in their own sweat while trying to play around with rulers every week?

i’m not even gonna be an architect, why do i have to learn this? you thought to yourself as you were hunched over your armchair, trying to replicate what your seatmate had done before he triumphantly got up and walked to the teacher’s table for checking.

you erased your circle…thing for what felt like the millionth time, your eraser shavings and crumpled-up bond paper being the only thing you could show for yourself after almost an hour. you stared at it for a second before swiping the eraser shavings off from your desk (along with your insecurities) and hunched over, ready to try again before a shadow loomed over you.

everything passed by and all you could do was stare in awe at the girl who took one look at your paper, hummed, and pulled up a chair beside you to finish the job. you were frozen; not even processing how softly she took the compass from your hand.

you snapped back to reality just in time to see her finish your plate activity with a flick of her wrist. literally.

she took one more look at it and hummed before putting your compass down and getting up to fall in line and have her work checked.

you all but stared as she leans against the board nonchalantly, not knowing if and how you should thank her for saving your grades -- only for the five-minute warning bell to remind you that her effort would be fruitless if you didn't go up beside her to line up.

in a rush, you haphazardly grabbed your paper and rushed to take the spot beside her, leaning against the board alongside her. your eyes travelled the room, observing the whole scene.

soon enough, you met the gaze of your savior.

surprised, you broke eye contact and suddenly found the wooden flooring much more interesting — an amusing sight to said savior.

you mustered up the courage to thank her while she was close, but you must’ve missed how the line had been moving since the next thing you knew, she was walking away from the teacher’s desk.

2.

“oh, i’m screwed…”

sitting at your assigned desk for your final exams, what was running through your mind wasn't the math formulas you had to memorize, no. instead, it was about how you could've -- should've -- reviewed your math lessons last night instead of napping the whole day.

what was that you kept saying, y/n? it’s all common sense?

noting the mini study group that formed behind you, you moved your chair closer to their circle, hoping that whatever they were talking about would stick around long enough to get you through the exam. you took a peak at the notes that were sprawled across the desk — and your future crumbling before your eyes.

you leaned back in your chair. just smile and laugh, folks, you thought as a defeated chuckle spilled out. you heaved out a deep sigh and looked up at the ceiling, resigning to your fate and deciding that napping would be a much better way to spend your time. you dragged your chair back to your seat and rested your head on your desk, ready to go off to dreamland before you felt a tap on your shoulder.

you let out a groan loud enough to make sure the perp was aware that you were not pleased by the interruption. with furrowed brows, you got up and looked around for whoever wanted to be on top of your kill list.

instead, you found a stack of well-organized notes on your desk; hope this helps - g.e, the sticky note on top read.

needless to say, that test was a piece of cake -- considering how you breezed through it with 30 minutes left to spare.

so did your savior, apparently.

when you turned your test over, you sat up and looked around at the rest of your classmates who were still hunched over and struggling through the test. all except one who met your gaze.

you gave her a small smile and nodded in acknowledgment. she returned the greeting before facing forward at the proctor's insistence, playing around with her pen to pass the time.

3.

"what the hell?!"

a lot of things made you go, "what the hell?!" but you'd never "what the hell?!"-ed more than you had today.

the project that your pe teacher just sprung on you guys about making a dance routine, the fact that your friends ditched you to pair up with each other, and the sight of gaeul-sunbae approaching you--wait what?

"hey, you wanna pair up for this?" she asked casually. all you could do was stare at her dumbfoundedly.

and let out a single syllable.

"huh?"

"well, i just noticed that all your other friends paired up with each other, so why not?"

"i mean...i don't see why not?"

"okay, so i'll make the choreo and send you the video. just follow it, and then i'll edit the whole thing together. shouldn't take that long," she said with finality before walking off to the bleachers, leaving you to think about what the hell just happened.

wait, that's it? am i really going to get hard-carried by gaeul-sunbae for a whole project without talking to her at all?!

exasperated at the realization, you huffed and puffed your way across the gymnasium, eyes locked on your target while everyone else's eyes were locked on you. the whispers were as good as white noise to you because your ears were fuming with steam at your sunbae.

why?

you were about to find out as well.

"yah!"

surprised at the intrusion, gaeul looked up at you with wide eyes. "um, yes?"

"what the hell is your deal?! why do you keep helping me?"

she calmly stood up, making sure to avoid your flailing arms. "well--"

"does this stroke your ego or something?!"

"wait, what? that--"

"oh, of course it does! i'm like your damsel in distress, huh? well newsflash, sunbae," you emphasized the title by pointing at her chest so hard she sat back down, "i can help myself."

with an annoyed eye roll, gaeul stood back up, holding your wrists together and bringing them down, making your resolve falter.

"that's no way to treat your sunbae, is it? especially one who's been so nice to you," she scoffed.

under her scrutinizing gaze, you were left speechless.

"you're lucky you're cute. now close that pretty mouth of yours, would you? wouldn't want any flies flying in.

unless you need my help there, too?" she asked while gently holding your chin between her index finger and thumb, closing your mouth and making you look up at her.

with a tut, she tapped your chin one more time. "now, if you excuse me, i'll get working on our project."

[elfiaa]

Omg!! I haven’t posted in a while huh?? Anyways, this post will be an art dump (filler) while I recover from a writers block 🫶

A bunch of art will be W.I.P’s, art I’ve made for friends, doodles, etc

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Completed:

A character sheet of my I sort for Our Life: Always and Forever by GB Patch Games (MY REAL ONES SINCE DAY ONE ILY 😫🫶🫶)

Their visual novels are so well written, and you can definitely tell how well their games are made, so definitely check the, out!! In this drawing, my insert is a child, as there is only a demo of their new game released.

Cutieliscous yummy nerd boy blushing his brains out 😍‼️‼️ (Idia Shroud)

A drawing of Jack howl that I started months earlier that I’ve just recently finished(goals 🔥🔥)

WIP’S:

She’s a Genshin insert i made, I’m not sure what to do with her now that I don’t play the game much🙁 I named her Mari (ik, so original...!) and I designed her character to be about light and life. Her character corresponds with the next character, who im going to Name Ezra for the sake of not confusing anyone.

She’s a hydro polearm user, and is usually found in Sumeru and Liyue. She frequents any gardens or botanical areas found by Ezra, and is usually baking or doing other domestic things for her friends. Def the type to make her fighting really graceful tbh..She’s the more friendly one of the two, and is seen more frequently in public compared to the other.

Another genshin oc (😭😭). I made it that he was a sort of god or spirit of death. As l said before, his name is Ezra. I wanted him and Mari to appear as polar opposites, but actually be really close. Almost sort of a yin yang type of thing. He's more of a shut in, and can be found looking after the plants & wildlife for Mari while she is gone.

I Imagined he would be an electro swords user, but I never actually got into his character as much as I'd like to. As said before, Mari likes to bake) & is found baking for her friend frequently. His favorite dish of hers is the flan, and in return for making him food, he looks out for the animals & special plants she is especially fond of. He's never seen by the public, as some have said that seeing his true appearance drive even the purest souls mad (so edgy!!! & emo 😍!!)

He’s also naked in like all of the drawings I have of him since I never came up with a costume design for him or anything

My twisted prefect and Ruggie bc I’m in love with that furry and that furry only!!! (Tbh during this time was when my art was at its peak, but this one just wasn’t it..😣)

Doodles:

Mari + Lisa because she’s always been my favorite librarian lady 😘😘

I was being artsy don’t hold this against me

SOMEDAY,THIS COULD B THIS COULD B ORDINARYY😫😫!!

They’re real idc what you have to say…

This one’s for sure crappy so, I’m sorry for that :((

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Anyways if you sat through and read silly comment after comment of this post then I’m glad, I’m happy when people enjoy my content, so likes comments and reposts are appreciated ^^❤️

With that, I hope you’ve had a good day today, and I hope you have one tomorrow, and the days following that!! Look out for a new post coming soon 👀👀

-Mari

[wsknbfanaccnt]

Hello can I request a aomine nsfw where their S/O is feeling insecure about having big tits (because you know people likes to judge😔) so aomine have to give them extra love 🫶🏻 thank youuuu

THIS IS ACTUALLY SUCH A CUTE REQUEST

as someone with a D cup i get it, dont worry

its better too since i can put a little personal experience into this

i hope you enjoy and feel free to request more!<3

Twin Peaks

NSFW Warning!

You and Aomine were on the way home from a little date by the basketball court, walking as the orange and red hues of the sun illuminated your way. You were too exhausted from playing (and losing obviously) so you decided to take off your jacket and tie it around your waist. You were wearing a simple red t-shirt, but your size made it seem like it wasn't just simple.

"Yeesh, you tired me out today Dai..."

"Yeah? Like I do every night?" never missing a chance for a dirty joke, you playfully hit him on the shoulder.

"You're a pervert,"

"Only for you, (y/n)." he cooed, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"You smell," you pushed him away, giggling.

"And? You love it when I smell," Aomine teased. Defeated, you rolled your eyes.

A whistle was heard from a distance, a man smirking with his gaze fixated on your chest.

"Hey, got any milk?" the man jested, laughing to himself. You ignored him and sighed, crossing your arms above your breasts to try to hide them.

Though Aomine absolutely loved your size, he knew about your insecurity. He positioned himself you and the man's view so that he wouldn't be able to see you.

"Leave her alone, jackass!"

"You really gonna let your girl walk around dressed like that?"

"She's wearing a shirt! What the fuck do you want us to do?" Aomine hissed, clenching his fists. You took a deep sigh and placed your hand on his arm, shaking your head.

"Cmon, let's just ignore him." you muttered, untying your jacket and putting it on.

"Hey- but you're sweating and it's hot! You're gonna get sick," he scolded you, taking your jacket off for you. You pursed your lips, knowing he was right. You didn't do anything but sigh, remaining silent on the way home.

_______

Immediately after the two of you arrived at your humble apartment, you decided to spend the rest of the day relaxing under the covers. But Aomine couldn't shake the feeling off, knowing that what happened today affected you more than usual.

"Hey," he broke the silence after a good 10 minutes of just cuddling.

"Hmm?"

"You good?" he sat up a bit, raising his eyebrow at you. You pursed your lips, realizing that you were more than a little obvious at how upset you were.

"Yeah, sorry..." you muttered, snuggling under the blanket. He wasn't satisfied with your answer of course, positioning himself above you and laying down on you, his entire body weight almost crushing you. But you chuckled slightly as Aomine rested his chin between your breasts.

"Look, I know you get self-conscious sometimes... people are assholes. But you're beautiful, you know? Who cares what others think?" he said, trying his best to come up with a way to console you. You smiled softly at his efforts, your heart melting as you reached a hand out to comb your fingers through his navy blue hair.

"Thanks Dai..."

"Yeah. You've got nothing to be insecure about, babe. You're so fucking gorgeous. These are gorgeous." he said, pulling your shirt down to expose both your breasts.

"Pretty girl number one," he said, placing a kiss on your right nipple.

"And pretty girl number two," he repeated the same on your left one. You couldn't help but blush, both from butterflies and from the fact that your buds just became hard.

"D-Dai..."

"I love you, okay? I love all of you. Fuck everyone else. You're you, and that's why I'm with you," he said, peppering kisses all over your breasts. You squirmed softly, a small whimper coming from your throat.

His kisses soon turned into wet kisses, his tongue occaisonally flicking one of them as he played with the other using his hands. Aomine sucked and bit on your left, rolling the other one between his fingers.

"Dai... that f-feels.."

"Mmh... I know. Just sit back and let me pamper you,"

And so you did, doing your best to relax yourself against his touch. It proved difficult, feeling pleasure from every last touch. He focused on your right one his time, twirling his tongue around the little bud and nibbling on it.

Suddenly you felt an intense wave of pleasure soar through your entire body, causing you to let out a loud cry.

"Did you just cum?" Aomine looked up at her with a smirk, loving the sight of the blush creeping up to your cheeks.

"I-I think I did..."

"Damn.. you really have the best tits, (y/n). Imagine cumming just from that," he teased. You grabbed a pillow and shoved it into his face, yours red as a tomato.

"Shut up Daiki-!!"