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albertasunrise · 4 months ago

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Happy Accident

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Summary: When Steve learns that Javier has been in a, perhaps not so casual, relationship with you, the office secretary. He tells him to cut ties before you get hurt. Little do either of them know that breaking things off won't be quite so simple.

Pairings: Javier Peña x Reader

Warnings:Like AO3, I choose not to give any so the plot isn’t spoiled. This fic is 18+... Read at own risk. (This is a little one shot that I popped together. Been floating around in my brain and I needed to get it out. Hope you enjoy and I promise updates for Hope and Work Wife are on the way. Also slowly but surely getting an update for Only You finished. It's all cooking away. Enjoy ♥️)

Steve had had his suspicions for some time that something was going on between the two of you. He was sure you thought he hadn't noticed how you both looked at each other when the other wasn't looking. The younger agent hadn'tconfronted Javier about it because he'd wanted firm evidence before he did. It's not that he didn't want you or Javier to be happy, but getting involved with a DEA agent painted a target on your back, and that wasn't something Steve was willing to let happen.

His suspicions were confirmed that evening.

You'd not even really made it much through the front door. You were both just too desperate to taste one another that Javier had spun you, pinned you and lifted your skirt so he could fuck you against the wall of his entryway.

"You feel like heaven, Carino." He purred against the skin of your neck as he continued to hit that perfect spot that had you teetering on the edge of your third orgasm since this had begun "I can feel you squeezing me. Just one more Hermosa."

You gave him what he asked. Cumming so hard around his length that you pulled him right along with you. Then, you stood there tangled in a sweaty embrace as you tried to catch your breath.

Neither of you heard the door opening.

"I fucking knew it." Exclaimed Steve, making Javier cradle you closer in the hope of preserving your dignity.

"Steve-"

"Have either of you thought this through?" He interrupted, turning to give you both a little privacy as you untangled from one another.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You growled and Steve let out a frustrated sigh.

"This." He said, motioning between you both "Could get messy."

"We're both adults Steve." Javier grumbled in reply.

"That's not what I mean and you know it."

"I should go..." You trailed off, grabbing your purse from the floor and making for the door.

"Baby no, Steve was just leaving." Javier pleaded, gaining a bemused look from his partner.

"Was I?"

"Steve obviously needs to talk to you, otherwise why would he be here?" You started plainly "I will see you tomorrow." You finished before slipping out of his apartment.

A long, tense, silence hung over both the agents for quite some time before either of them spoke. Steve could feel Javier'sfrustration coming off him in waves but he needed the man to see reason. You and Javier were treading on dangerous territory.

"Do you really think being in a relationship with her is wise?" Steve asked after what felt like an age and Javier's gaze grew icey.

"What business is it of yours who I have relations with?"

"It's my business when the woman in question is a colleague and a friend." Steve growled out "Have either of you stopped to think what kind of danger this could put her in if Escobar were to learn about it."

"He won't" Javier rolled his eyes at the notion but Steve wasn't going to back down.

"You and I both know that he has eyes everywhere." Javier's shoulders tensed as he waited for Steve to continue "Shedoesn't even live in this building. What if someone saw her coming here with you? We know that Escobar knows where we live. It's not a stretch to consider that he has this place under surveillance."

Javier tried his hardest not to gape at his partner as the reality of what had just been said sunk in. He knew Steve was right. Neither of you had stopped to consider what the potential risks were when starting something together. Too desperate to act on the undeniable connection the two of you shared.

"You need to break shit off with her." Steve said gravely before giving his partner a sympathetic look "You and I both know that she will be at risk if you continue to see each other." He continued, looking down at the wedding band on his hand as he twisted it between his thumb and pointer finger "Don't get the same kind of protection for office flings."

Javier wanted to argue that you were more than just a fling. That, what had started as something casual, had evolved into something much deeper. Yet, he knew that Steve was right. He needed to protect you from his ugly world.

He knew what he needed to do.

He just wasn't sure he had the strength to do it.

You had been in a fairly good mood when you had gotten into the office that morning, but your mood had soon beensoured when your manager had called you into her office that morning.

You were being transferred to a different department.

A complaint had been made about your performance and to spare any awkwardness, they had decided that moving you was the safest bet. When you had gone in search of Javier and Steve to tell them what had happened, your mood had soured even more.

"You have been a little distracted lately." Steve had said and you had fought not to scream at him.

Javier had simply shrugged and agreed with his partner.

That had stung the most.

So that's how you found yourself dragging Javier into the supply cupboard in the hope of a private word.

"What the hell is up with you today?" You asked as you shoved his shoulder slightly "I'm being moved to a different department on the other side of the embassy and you don't seem even a little disappointed about it."

Javier sighed as he scraped one of his large hands down his tired face.

"Probably for the best." He stated plainly and your expression fell "We have allowed ourselves to get carried away."

"What are you saying?" You choked and he let out a huff before continuing.

"I mean that this..." he motioned his hand between you two to emphasise his point "This needs to stop." He growled, "We got too carried away and let our work slip because of it."

"But Javier... I-"

"It will be best for everyone if we just don't see or speak to each other anymore." You choked on his last statement.

You left the room abruptly before he had a chance to see your tears. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry over him. Little did you know that he was fighting to keep his own tears at bay as he watched you leave.

He didn't want to end this with you.

He was falling in love with you. But, sometimes to love someone is to let them go. Or at least, that's what he told himself in the weeks that would follow as he tried desperately not to spiral.

He wouldn't see you then for 4 months.

It had killed Javier to stop seeing you but, you being moved to the other side of the building had helped make accidental bumping into each other almost impossible. The fact that you also didn't live in the same building added to the fact he had not seen or heard anything from or about you in months.

Steve had done the smart thing and kept his mouth shut about it. He could see that his partner was hurting but he knew that in time, his pain would pass. This was for the best after all.

Well, he had certainly believed that until Connie had dropped a bombshell on him the night before. He had been trying to figure out a way to tell his partner what his wife had told him about you. He wasn't sure how the older agent would react but he was fairly sure a fist was almost certainly going to come his way.

And he would deserve it.

"Why do you keep shifting like you've got crabs?" Javier grumbled, pulling Steve out of his inner turmoil.

"Uh..."

"What's going on with you?" Peña growled, "Been acting off all fucking morning."

"I kinda need to tell you something." Steve replied and Javier simply sat and waited for his partner to reply. Perking up when your name slipped from Steve's lips. "She paid Connie a visit at the clinic a few weeks ago."

"Everything okay?" Javier didn't even try to hide his concern.

"Well..."

Three days earlier...

You sat nervously in the waiting room as you waited for your name to be called. Your friend had told you about this clinic when she’d had a similar issue a few years back and had assured you that they were safe and discreet.

That's exactly what you needed.

Your name was called and you looked up to see a kind-faced older woman smiling back at you. She motioned for you to follow her and you did, thanking her when she held the door to the exam room open for you.

"Lay on the bed and lift your dress for me please." She said and she pulled out the equipment she needed "This your first?"

"Yeah." You replied with a nervous smile "Not planned."

"Are they ever?" She joked and you smiled at her, shivering when she put the jelly on your abdomen.

As the probe started to dig and slide around your slightly rounded stomach, the room fell into a tense silence. You didn'tdare look. Too scared of what you might see.

"Everything looks perfect." The older woman said, pressing a button that allowed a rhythmic thumping to fill the air"Strong heartbeat." She continued "Looking at these measurements I would say you're about five months pregnant. So a little further along than you had originally thought.”

"Five months?" You asked and the woman nodded "So I am already halfway through?"

"I would say so." She confirmed, "I also can't be one hundred per cent sure but, the first shot I got of them gave me a fairly good indication of what you're having."

"So you can tell me if it's a boy or a girl?"

"Fairly certain yes... Would you like to know?" You nodded eagerly.

"Well, judging from this picture here." She said and she pulled one of the images she'd printed for you out "I'd say you'rehaving a girl."

You gasped, smiling at the picture as she handed it to you before handing you a few more of the perfect little accident growing inside of you. Part of you wondered if you should tell Javier now that you had confirmation that all was well.Then you remembered how he had cut ties with you and avoided you at every turn. Even if you wanted to, you didn'tknow how you could get him to listen to you. He was elusive.

After the exam finished, you were handed the remainder of the images the woman had taken and sent on your way with a grin on your face and happy tears in your eyes. Yet, you had failed to notice Connie as she led her own appointment out and the woman's eyes widened when she saw you hug her colleague before slipping out.

"Maria, what was that woman here for?" She asked as she walked up beside her.

"She's pregnant." The woman beamed "Happy accident but she was further along than she expected. Girl's going to be in a mad panic now to get things sorted." She finished with a small chuckle.

"Pregnant?" Connie gaped, her eyes the size of saucers as she saw you get into your car and pull away. Maria, completelyoblivious to the blonde's reaction to you.

"Pregnant?" Javier whispered. His eyes were wide and watery as he replayed what Steve had just told him on repeat in his head.

"About five months according to Con." Javier glared at Steve with a look in his eyes that made the younger man shiver.

"She's pregnant." He choked out again "Why didn't she tell me?"

"You have been avoiding her." Steve replied and Javier snapped.

"And who was the one who told me to break shit off with her and avoid her?"

"I was just trying to protect her." Steve tried to defend himself but Javier was having none of it.

"I was falling in love with her and I hurt her and myself because you told me I needed to." He growled, getting up from his desk and fisting his hands in Steve's shirt as he shoved his partner against the wall "Now she's pregnant with my child and alone."

"I'm sorry man." Steve choked out "I didn't think-"

"Think what?"

"I didn't think it was serious for you." He confessed, earning a punch to the gut.

"Fuck you." Javier growled before leaving the office he shared with Murphy.

He had to find you and make this right.

"Are you going to continue to practice Karate all night in there or do you fancy giving mummy a break at some point?" You said affectionately to your small bump as you stroked it with your thumb.

A knock at your door pulled you from your moment.

"One sec." You called out as you pushed yourself to your feet, the pelvic girdle pain had been getting steadily worse as your pregnancy had progressed and moving was becoming a chore.

Looking through the peephole you were surprised to see Javier standing on the other side. You were torn about whether you wanted to open the door to him but the woman inside who still loved him wanted to see him so with a little hesitationyou opened the door. He looked a mess and your heart broke a little at the sight of his tearful and bedraggled appearance.

"What are you doing here Javier?" You asked, trying to keep your tone neutral.

"I know about the baby."

Your jaw hit the floor.

"How do you?"

"Connie works at the clinic you went to and saw you leaving. Her colleague told her why you were there."

"Oh."

"Why didn't you come to me?" He asked and you let out a slightly deranged laugh as you turned your back on him and walked back into your apartment.

"Would you have seen me if I had tried?" You snorted "Done an excellent job of avoiding me for the last four months."

"I'm sorry." He choked and you rolled your eyes.

"Yeah well, sorry doesn't make up for the fact you broke my heart, Javier."

"I never wanted to do that."

"But you're good at it." You growled, "I know that what we were was more important to me than it was to you but I deserved better."

"You're right." He conceded "But, what we had, it meant a lot to me too."

"I'm sure the latest pussy you're fucking does too." You grumbled as you sat down and picked up your tea that had been cooling on your coffee table."

"I haven't been with anyone else."

"Sure you haven't."

"I was falling in love with you." His confession took you by surprise and your head snapped up at it "Was... Still am..." He trailed off "I broke my own heart breaking things off with you but Steve reminded me that a relationship with me puts you in danger."

"You don't think I already knew that?" You growled, "I chose to be with you in spite of the risk Javier."

"Why?" His question broke your heart.

"Because despite what you think... you're a good man and you deserve to be loved as much as anyone else." You confessed "I fell so madly in love with you, Javier... But I knew that you would never commit to me. I was willing to break myself, just to have you for a little while." You finished before turning your back on him.

"You have all of me." He announced as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you close "If you'll have me... I will give you and this baby everything I can."

"You can't promise me that, Javier."

"I can... and I will." He said, gently lowering himself to one knee before pulling out a small box from his pocket.

"What are you doing?"

"I made the mistake of letting you go once before and I refused to do it again." Javier stated plainly as he smiled up at you, your name falling from his lips as he said "You have made me feel more alive this past year than I have since I... Well since ever I think."

"Javier..." You choked, your hand shooting your mouth as he opened the box to reveal a gorgeous antique ring.

"I can't promise I won't be an idiot again but I can promise to love you and our baby with every fibre of my being." He choked as his eyes darted to where your hand rested on your small bump "Please... Mi corazón... Will you make me the happiest man on this earth and marry me?"

You choked on your words so simply nodded, your whole body shaking as you placed your hand in his and smiled when he slipped the ring on your finger. His lips were on yours then. Kissing you with a passion that you had thought was lost to you forever.

"I love you, Mi Amor." He whispered against your lips and he smiled brightly at you.

"I love you too."

Four months later...

"How are you feeling?" Connie asked as she handed you a steaming mug of coffee.

"Good... great actually." You replied as you beamed at her "Being a mum is so amazing, Connie."

"I completely agree." She grinned as she looked up at Steve who was in the kitchen preparing Olivia's bottle as she sucked on the shoulder fabric of his t-shirt "How's Javier getting on?"

"He has taken to fatherhood so well." You gushed "He dotes on her. She's a week old and already got him wrapped around her little finger."

"Damn right, she does." Javier stated as he entered the room with a freshly changed baby in his arms "She's perfect and deserves the world."

"Whipped dude." Steve chuckled from the kitchen.

"Proudly!"

"Fatherhood looks good on you Javi." Connie gushed and the older agent grinned at her before looking down at his tiny daughter in his arms.

"It's the greatest gift I have ever been given." He said as he placed a gentle kiss on her brow.

You and Javier had, had a quickie wedding before the baby had been born. Deciding that once she had been born, you could start planning and eventually throw a more extravagant party. Javier had slipped into married life like it was all he knew. The arrival of your daughter meant he no longer did the ridiculously late nights he had before. He was more careful about the situations that he threw himself into. He had a wife and baby waiting for him and home after all. Things had been more perfect than you could have every imagined.

All thanks to your happy accident.

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itwasntimethatdidit40 · 5 months ago

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It feels like hope.

Pairing: Hot Priest!Joel Miller x f!reader, no outbreak

Words count: 5700

Rating: Strictly +18, MINORS DON’T INTERACT

Warnings: pov second person, no use of y/n, priest kink, catholic guilt, religious kink, smut, unprotected p in v (use protections IRL!), reader has breasts and vagina and hair that can be pulled and wears a shirt and a skirt, apart from that no other description is given, age is not mentioned but they’re both grown up adults and reader is only inexperienced because she grew up in a very catholic family, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), sex in a rectory, hair pulling, blasphemy all over the place 💀, pussy pronouns she/her, drinking, two hits on nipples, improper use of liturgical objects, cream pie, pet names (angel, baby), reader calls him "Father" during sex, mention of hell, mention of porn videos, mention of masturbation, improper use of prayers, God named in vain, another thing that I won’t spoil... listen, this thing is filthy, probably the filthiest more immoral thing I've ever wrote, ok? If you think you can't handle it just scroll down to another story.

This is a revised version of something I had already posted and then deleted because I personally didn't like it.

It took me months to come to an end with it, I don’t know why, I’ve changed a lot of things, I’ve changed the pov, I’ve changed dynamics etc… I really really hope you will enjoy it and please be gentle with me, I really tried hard even if you would think it’s no good.

English is not my first language and I have no beta so any mistake is all my fault, I’m sorry.

Title is a Fleabag quote, specifically from our beloved hot priest “when you find somebody that you love, it feels like hope”

Thanks to everyone who has shown interest in this story, thanks to those who were there from the beginning (you know who you are and I love you) and thanks to anyone who will read 🩷

(Just added a brief note at the end 😉)

Archive tags: @pedrostories ♥️

It all started on a Sunday.

You came to your neighborhood church expecting a nice function and you exited knowing you were doomed.

That Sunday you met the new parish priest.

From the first moment you felt like something in you was compromised.

You couldn't even explain it to yourself and you had never felt like this, it was something so unfamiliar.

A need you’ve never felt before.

Your eyes glued to his holy form, adoring his raven curly hair, his scruff, the curve of his neck, his strong nose, plump lips, broad shoulders, thick thighs, big hands.

Courteous and kind as he greeted parishioners leaving the church, he shook your hand and you felt a jolt.

You weren’t like this before, you did things to do good to others before. But now…

Volunteering for every event, clothing drive, bake sale, children's shows. You were always there for the ride. Making excuses to talk to him.

Wondering if he had any more freckles than the ones on his neck, how warm his skin would be, how manly and intoxicating his scent would be, what his kisses would taste like, what his fingers would have felt like inside your cunt, peeking at the outline of his cock under his black pants.

A perfect Christian girl who would have make your mother proud on the outside, a raging hell of arousal on the inside.

You couldn’t believe that he was him who had awakened this new person inside you, insanely hungry, wanting, needing to taste, lick, bite.

His low gruff voice grueling from his chest echoed against your damp inner walls so much that you were almost afraid to get up after the mass and see a stain where you were seated.

It was more and more difficult every time to fight your urge, stay on the tracks of life that you were taught to live, no sex before marriage, no masturbation because it’s a sin, no impure thoughts because you were a good girl.

Yet now you could hear them, all those voices crowding your head, pushing you towards something you had been taught was wrong.

Entering the church you were trembling, guilt pulsing in your gut.

Everything was quiet and serene, your eyes wandered on the frescoed walls, the organ, the large altar and the wooden benches neatly lined up in rows in the central nave, your steps sounded uncertain and timid on the marble floor.

You entered the confessional feeling your heart beating wildly in your chest, palms sweating and your mouth dry.

You could hear his breathing through the grate.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned”

The following silence weighed like never before.

“Open your heart to the Lord so He can forgive your sins”

And you had confessed.

The words slipped from your mouth like pearls from a broken necklace, finally rolling free between your lips revealing your every sordid thought.

The girl shaped by catholic parents to be a modest virgin, mother and maid, perfect smile and delicate manners was in reality a shameful bundle of filth.

You were a sinner.

A sinner eaten out from dirty thoughts.

You told him how you couldn't stop thinking about him, how you had questioned your feelings and who you were as a person, how you hadn't spent a night without touching yourself thinking about him in many months.

You told him about your desire to kiss him and more. So much more. Everything.

Every single time you lowered your hand in your panties, every single time you squeezed your breasts, driven by instinct and desire, every single time you thought of him as Joel. Just Joel, a man.

You just wanted to let go of the weight on your chest, coming clean. If you said it all out loud you would have realized how crazy it was.

You heard the door snapping, a few heavy steps close to where you were seated, the door opening to your side.

Suddenly he was there, standing in front of you.

He said nothing, only grabbed your arm, dragging you to the rectory.

Dust in the air danced beneath the soft light that came in from two small windows high up.

There wasn't much in the room, a cupboard where liturgical objects were kept, a table, a wardrobe where the clothes for the service were hung.

Nobody was there except the two of you, you could hear the rumble of his breathing and your heart drumming behind your rib cage.

He was staring at you.

Your mouth sealed, a lump in your stomach.

You thought about the day he tried to teach you how to play guitar.

You were here, together, helping with the Christmas party. He was sitting strumming when you walked in, you tried not to surprise him from behind by pretending to cough and he turned to you. He didn’t stop playing as he greeted you, you told him “I didn’t know you played” and he invited you to try. As you sat down your legs were shaking, he gave you the guitar and you just stared at it, fingers uncertain and mind empty.

“It’s not that hard” he told you and he leaned over you taking one of your hands in his and placing it on the neck of the guitar, moving your fingers over the strings “like this. Now play”

You strummed on the guitar and an unpleasant sound came out, you both laughed softly at your clumsiness and a flood of pleasure slicked your panties.

His breath on you was like a caress, you felt the minty scent grazing at your nostrils.

For a moment, just for a moment you thought, “I could turn around right now and kiss him. A few inches and my lips would be on his.”

Your desire flowed before your eyes, leaving you with nothing else to look at.

“But I can’t. I can’t.”

You've tried to swat away that sinful thought with another strum on the guitar but nothing disappeared, instead it burned in your core even strongly than before.

You thought about that day when the rain caught you on your way to set up the bake sale, how you walked into the rectory soaked from head to toe, how he looked at your shirt stuck to your skin that left little to the imagination, how you instinctively covered yourself when you just wanted to let your arms hang at your sides and let him look at you. You saw a reaction in his eyes as he mumbled that he was going to get you a towel, just a moment before he regained his composure, and it was enough. You knew that he was not indifferent to you. That night you touched yourself imagining what it would be like if he took your shirt off, if he placed his lips on your neck, his tongue on your breast, his cock inside you.

You started to navigate on porn sites daily, out of curiosity first and then because you needed to see, you needed to imagine, you needed to visualize something so unfamiliar and strange to you.

You were ashamed, but at the same time you couldn't help it, it was the only resource you could think of looking for and it was there, on your phone, private, no one would have known. You didn't even imagine you would find so many, a whole catalog of big dicks, huge tits, positions that your brain couldn't conceive.

Seeing those women pleasuring themselves scared you but at the same time attracted you, you wanted to be like them, you wanted to reach that pleasure, you wanted to try their way of using their hands, you wanted to refine your clumsy way of reaching that heat between your legs.

You sinked into it.

If your parents had known, if your community had known, you would have been branded an unworthy woman, a pervert, a slut.

But your parents were far away now, your whole life was somewhere else and you were proud to have freed yourself from the golden cage they had locked you in. You were an adult now, it was the moment to choose for yourself. If they hadn’t always denied you any other vision of the world, if they hadn’t forbidden you to have the experiences that everyone has in their youth, maybe it wouldn’t have happened this way.

His mouth was a thin line, tensed, you looked into his eyes and you saw nothing than dark.

So much different from the gentle detachment he had always shown to everyone, his look was a mixture of concern, agitation, maybe a hint of fear, but most of all - to your great surprise - sexual arousal.

You could see him cracking behind those eyes, you could feel his mind filling with all sorts of questions.

His voice was barely a whisper but sharp as a blade when he finally spoke “Are you even honest with that ‘I am a good christian’ thing? Say the truth”

You hesitated, the uneasiest bitter taste in your mouth.

“I-” your throat felt like atrophied “yes” you tried to say.

“No, you’re not. The least you could do is being fucking honest with Him” he raised his finger pointing it at the ceiling.

You’ve never heard him cursing before.

You looked down feeling the weight of your stomach turn to lead and then concrete and if you thought you were free now you felt even more guilty.

You said the only thing your brain could think of at that moment and you knew what you were asking for, you knew what it would do to him and you knew that in this way you would drag him down with you. And yet you did it anyway, because desire was stronger than anything, than faith, than lies, than truth.

“I need-I need to repent. Teach me” you pleaded “teach me how to be good”

Something lit up in his gaze, like a spark of hell, a glow of lust.

He turned around and you hungrily followed his every move.

His hands moving expertly, the cupboard opening, him taking out the mass wine and pouring it into a chalice.

You saw him down the entire glass, without hesitation, without a shred of tremor.

You felt like you were watching a hurricane approaching, just waiting for the wind to suck you in without being able to do anything else.

You wanted it. You wanted it to sweep you away, to make you someone else, braver, indomitable, someone who wasn’t afraid to say what she wanted because of a belief that had been instilled in her, someone who was simply herself.

We are all born with guilt, you told yourself. I am tired, tired of dealing with mine so much.

You just wanted to feel alive, to feel something authentic and fierce, no half measures.

You wanted to be desired in a way that felt relentless and desperate, like air that is necessary to keep humans alive, something unique and undeniable.

Could Joel read it in your eyes? He was so good at reading people, you could tell it right away.

He had guessed a lot about you, he had noticed how coffee was a weakness of yours - and his - and he offered you a cup first thing in every meeting.

He had noticed how nervous Danny, a parishioner who liked to play the fool with any woman present, most often in front of his wife, got you and made sure to never leave you alone with him.

He had noticed how much you enjoyed sewing and had assigned you the costumes for the play and praised your work.

And he did the same with the guitar that day when he saw how enthusiast and curious you were about it. He didn't say it openly, but his gestures spoke for him.

He came closer to you again, bending the chalice to your mouth and said “drink”. Sharp, cold, an order.

At that point you didn’t care it was something you were not supposed to do, forbidden, maybe unholy even, you just drank.

You were dealing with a part of yourself that always existed but you had put that in a box.

Joel looked into your eyes sternly and said: “Show me the good Christian that you think you are. Pray.”

“What?”

“Pray. Right now”

“What prayer?” You asked, confused.

“You're not starting off well, you should know that.” He smirked, caught you in fail.

“Act of contrition” you whispered and he nodded “yes. That’s right.”

He was just inches away from you, his crucifix hanging between your bodies, grazing at your stomach.

You began to recite in a low voice, stumbling over your words, your brain couldn’t think straight:

“O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, and I detest… all my sins because of thy just punishments, but most of all because they offended Thee, my God, who art all good and deserving all my love.”

You said it dozen of times before and yet it seemed totally different in that moment.

Joel took off his rosary, letting it dangle from his hand and swing across your chest. Beads brushed against the cotton bra you wore under your blouse, making your nipples harden, you could feel them pushing against the fabric.

“Go on”

“I- I firmly resolve with the help of Thy grace to sin no more and to avoid the near occasion of sin. Amen”

“Take off your shirt,” he told you in a whisper.

Something shifted inside him “and your bra”

His voice was no longer the same, it came from deep within him, frighteningly authoritarian but to you it seemed like a magic instrument that was hypnotizing you.

You did what he told you.

You were half naked in front of a man for the first time. It could have happened before, much before, but of course you couldn’t because you never got married. No one was supposed to see your body except the man you were going to take to the altar. That’s what they taught you.

Joel looked at you, entranced, almost in disbelief. You wondered how long it had been since he’d seen someone else’s naked body, what effect it had on him.

You were more alike than you seemed, both of you denied something because of religion.

You were both more needy and frustrated than you were allowed to admit. Tension hung in the air like a fog that clouded both of your gazes.

Every time you had talked to him you had noticed the way he looked at you but you thought it was all in your head, like you were a poor naive girl who was building castles in the air, but now you knew that wasn't the case.

It was another thing you shouldn’t have done but you prayed deep down that he wouldn’t decide to stop.

He raised his arm, clutching his rosary. You felt a slash through the air and then a sharp smack on your nipple.

You looked down shocked as the pain quickly turned into a dull pleasure rising from the pit of your tummy, to fade more and more, becoming a tingling sensation.

You liked it.

You wanted more.

He did the same at your other breast and all the breath you had left in your body had slipped past your lips in a lustful sob.

He took one of your nipples between his fingers, twisting and pinching it and you couldn’t help but moan. A sound you never made for no one and you made it first for a priest.

His body pushed you against the wall, his breath on your neck, his fingers didn't stop torturing your nipple. Everything you saw was red. Red like the passion you had never felt before, red like the blood that pulsed in your veins, red like sin.

“Kneel” he said firmly.

You were equal parts scared of making a fool of yourself and eager to try.

You knelt down, feeling the cold of the floor touch your shins.

His eyes were as uncertain as yours, it was new territory for both of you but you saw a flame burning in him and you felt it inside you.

His face was serious, tense, as if he was ashamed of what he was doing but couldn't contain.

He was punishing you and punishing himself at the same time.

You weren’t afraid though, you were ready to face what was eating you up and you trusted Joel for some reason. You could see in him that he wouldn’t hurt you. At least not more than you wanted.

Your tentative fingers undid his pants, letting them sag around his ankles. A pronounced erection protruded from his boxers as his eyes almost begged you, they weren’t cruel and ruthless eyes, but rather needy and guilty.

You moved your hand closer to his crotch, hesitating for a moment before placing it there, testing the sensation, opening your fingers around it to realize how thick it was. You could feel the heat through the fabric. You caressed it, feeling the tremor that shook Joel's body. Your eyes couldn't tear themselves away, it was the first time you had seen one in person, you were amazed and attracted. You continued to caress him until you heard a grunt leave Joel’s lips and a stain wet the front of his boxers. You were struck by how much he was growing under your hand and the smell, like musk, pungent but not unpleasant.

You remembered the videos you had seen, how women did it, looking into the men's eyes lustfully, with a confidence and naturalness you had never acquired. You wanted to be like them, but you were afraid of being ridiculous or grotesque.

You slowly pulled down his boxers, gasping at the sight of his cock springing free.

Joel had his eyes fixed on you, they were encouraging somehow, he made you feel safe but the trembling of your fingers did not stop. You took his shaft in your hand again and were surprised at how soft his skin was there, velvety. You watched that thin layer of skin retract as you moved your hand up and down like you had seen in the videos, it felt incredible. It was heavy, hot and throbbing. It was uncut. His big balls hanging right under. You ran your thumb over the tip, collecting the pre-cum that was leaking, spreading it around.

Joel was quiet, he let you do it.

He was touch starving, just like you.

You lowered your head and licked him, just with the tip of your tongue. A timid lick, like a kitten.

His taste, matching the musky scent you could smell, invaded your mouth in an instant. You had never tasted anything like it. You braced yourself, while Joel waited, and licked once more, this time starting at the base and working your way up.

Joel groaned.

You pulled away, looking into his eyes, he brought a hand to your cheek and then to your chin and took it in his palm.

“You are so beautiful” he whispered.

And you felt beautiful, you felt like someone was really seeing you for the first time. And you loved that that someone was him.

You took a deep breath and lowered your head onto his cock, you knew you couldn't fit it all in your mouth, but you wanted to take as much as you could.

“Don’t force yourself” Joel murmured as your lips touched his skin, causing another whine.

“I want to do it” you replied resolutely, you were loving hearing him whimper beneath you.

His length slid across your tongue, wet and salty, your lips closing around it.

You closed your eyes and focused on that feeling, just holding it there, nestled inside.

“Suck it,” Joel commanded gently, bringing a hand into your hair and twining his fingers there.

You were unsure how to do it, you tried to suck it in as if you were using a large straw, with all the breath you had.

Joel flinched, almost losing his balance “Easy, baby” he muttered

You pulled away again, eyes widened “oh my god, I’m sorry” almost afraid of having hurt him but he immediately reassured you "no it's okay, just... go slower, go slower if you don't want me to come right away”

“Uh- okay” responding timidly to the smile that was spreading across his face.

You began to suck again more calmly, holding the base tightly with your hand, feeling it pulsate between your fingers and on your tongue.

It was an addictive sensation, spreading through your synapses like a drug.

Obviously you had never tried any drugs, but you imagined that the sensation might be similar to something like that.

Joel still held your head, his grip tightening as you continued, you could feel his body tense and respond, and you liked it. You liked it more than you ever liked putting on your Sunday best and going to say prayers with your parents like you always had.

There was actually a prayer that was ringing in your head and it was Joel's, who softly repeated "just like that, you're being so good to me”

It was exhilarating.

You felt like you had a true gift, for once in your life.

An obscene gift, but still.

You had the courage to run from your mom and dad and then at what felt like a minute later you found yourself there, naked from waist up, on your knees, sucking a priest cock.

You’ve never felt more alive.

Deep down you were exactly that person there, not a whore like everyone you knew would say. Just a woman, a woman who wanted what other women wanted. Sex, pleasure, being important to someone or just not being condemned to do what others wanted for you.

You continued to suck as Joel's breathing became heavier and more labored.

At that point he was just uttering disconnected phrases like “oh my God” and “Yes, go on”, his voice hoarse and scratchy.

Suddenly he started shaking violently, almost falling, as something warm and sticky hit your throat. You knew what it was and you were eager to swallow, as you had seen done in so many videos.

A little of it slipped from your lips, down your chin, onto your neck.

Joel's hand was still in your hair, it almost hurt but it was a delicious pain that you were enduring, a small punishment for the rush of adrenaline and excitement that was coursing through you.

You kept holding his cock in your mouth until you felt it relax.

“Get up,” Joel said gently, still out of breath, as he was fixing his boxers and pants.

Your knees almost gave out, you leaned against the wall feeling wetness on your panties.

Joel came closer to you, placing a hand on your cheek, pulling you into a deep kiss that left you stunned for a second and then you were more than happy to reciprocate. His tongue in your mouth explored feverishly, you wondered if he could taste himself from your lips.

He pulled out saying “I’ve never done anything like this before” and you replied “me neither.”

And then he was on your lips again, nibbling at your lower one, placing his hand on your thigh, raising it under your skirt, up to your drenched panties, grazing them with his fingers.

You squirmed, moaning a “yes, please” from down your throat, a tingle spreading on your outer lips, in your tummy, up to your chest.

He put his hand inside your panties, brushing your skin.

“What should I do with you?” He asked, in an almost desperate tone, as if he knew he couldn't stop and was asking permission not to.

“Make me come” you pleaded “Please.”

He sighed, pulling your panties aside and sliding his index and middle fingers between your folds, gathering your wetness up to your clit, starting circling it as you writhed.

It was different than when you did it yourself, his fingers bigger and stronger, his touch a little clumsy but still effective and intoxicating.

His mouth landed on your neck, stifling a moan, sucking a hickey where it joined your shoulders, nibbling hungrily at your skin.

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Just…me”

He smirked “have you ever put your fingers inside you?”

“I- yes.” there were no point on beating around the bush, you told him that you touched yourself thinking about him. You were already deep down into that dizzy.

“Put your fingers in me” you added immediately “I want to feel them, please Joel, I want to know what they can do to me”

“You sure?”

“Yes, yes.” You breathed.

He prodded at your entrance, just a little bit, making you whine just with his fingers tip.

The rosary lay abandoned on the floor, you could see it out of the corner of your eye and you didn't care about that eyewitness symbol of what was happening between you two.

You would have liked him to put it around your neck while he fucked you, fully participating in that sinful act.

You were surprised yourself at what you were thinking but somehow it made you even more eager.

You felt two of his fingers sink inside you, filling that void that you had never been able to fill enough on your own, stretching you.

It hurts a little at first because they were bigger than yours, but then it was more heavenly than anything else. If you were made for anything, it was to be there in that moment.

Joel looked ecstatic “God, she’s so… wet” he whispered “and warm” His face was the representation of pleasure, lips slightly parted, his eyes wide, his pupils dilated, his heavy breathing blowing on your neck.

He began to move his fingers inside you rhythmically, each thrust making you shake and sob, a litany of “yes” coming out strangled from your mouth.

He went slowly, taking his time, as if he was savoring every second of your pussy tightening around his fingers.

He placed his other hand on your breast again, cupping and squeezing and then twisting your nipple. Big hand full of your tit.

It was beautiful. You didn’t know how or why people could deny themselves that, but you certainly wouldn’t do it again, not after having Joel inside you. He curled his fingers, looking for the right way to make you feel the pleasure you wanted, the one you kept asking for.

“You like that, baby?” He asked with an hopeful tone

“It feels so good, so good” you told him, clinging to his neck, digging your nails into his soft skin as you felt like you were losing your mind. You didn't care about losing it, your mind had ruled your life for so, so long.

“Please don’t stop” you murmured, tightening your other hand on his wrist, guiding him “don't stop”

You felt your essence slowly leaking out of you, spreading over Joel's fingers and your outer lips, you had never been so soaked, never so much as under Joel's touch.

Your eyes suddenly fixed on that little piece of white cloth that was around his neck, that little piece that made all the difference in the world and made what you were doing terribly wrong in the eyes of others and God and Joel kissed you again like a man deprived and starved, his lips trembling and dramatic, asking silently for more and more, like they were drinking from yours.

He was all over you, like a sailor through a violent storm, he clung to whatever he could, as if it were a matter of life and death.

Tasting him like this, the smell of his skin, his warmth, his clerical clothes rubbing against your half-naked body, made your head spin.

You moved your hand onto his collar, grasping it with your fingers, pulling it, until it came undone, you squeezed it as you came copiously, repeating Joel's name and God's, cutting off your moans, abandoning your head on Joel's shoulder.

It was all too much and yet not enough, you wished it would never end. Joel held you tight, one hand moving behind your back, as his fingers continued to sink into you. The blinding pleasure that had invaded every fiber of your body was raging like hell’s flames inside you, like a sinful but also purifying fire, wrong and right, heavenly and hellish.

And then it slowly faded, giving way to a sense of satisfaction that had never belonged to you.

You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, hard and demanding again.

Joel grunted, pulling his fingers out of you, taking them to his lips, gathering your juices with his tongue.

“I want… I want your cock, Father” you whispered, at that point you felt greedy, delirious, drunk on sex.

His eyes widened, being called “Father” was making him even more aroused and dizzy.

You grabbed his balls from above his pants, holding your hand tightly on them “please, Joel”.

If you were going to Hell for this, you might as well go all the way.

Joel pushed you against the table on the other side of the room, making you sit on it, unzipped his pants again, pulling out his cock without hesitation, as if he had finally accepted his fate.

His fingers were big but his cock… you wondered how it would all fit inside you.

“I’ll go slowly” Joel reassured you “It will fit” he said, brushing your folds with the tip, aligning his cock with your entrance, as if he had guessed your thoughts. His eyes were blacker than ever as he prodded his shaft past through your lips.

It felt overwhelming, so big and pulsing, it hurt but you almost immediately felt a fullness that you had never felt and a sense of belonging, your pussy opened like a bud, widening and molding for him.

If you were made for anything, it was to be there in that moment.

“She’s tight, so damn tight” Joel gawked “fuck”

You whimpered, looking at his face, so serious, pleasure written all over it and you felt like it was right, it had to be right if it was that good.

“Make me yours, Father, make me good” you pleaded.

Joel growled as he slid in and out of you, slamming against your walls, your pussy making obscene squelching sounds every time he moved, dripping all over his cock and the table.

It didn’t even seem embarrassing to you to be so inexperienced, you both were. You didn’t know if Joel had had sex before but you guessed he hadn’t had it in a long time anyway.

You didn't know if it was the way it was supposed to be but you felt like it was natural, not like in the videos you'd seen which were probably mostly choreographed to please the eye.

It was sex. Pure and simple. Urgent, hungry, even uncontrolled.

And the way your body reacted, melting like wax under Joel's hands, arching into his touch, bending to his will, and seeking all the friction you could get, told you that this was the right way for you.

“See?” Joel mumbled “You’re taking me so well, baby, a perfect angel for me”

You twisted your legs behind his back, pushing him against you as much as you could, kissing the exposed skin on his neck. It drove you crazy that he was still dressed, you wanted to rip off his shirt and run your hands down on him, feel his warm skin on yours so you did it. You placed your hands on both sides and you just popped every button, revealing his broad chest, feeding your eyes with every single detail and your fingers with every shape and curve.

“Never had a cock inside before but that pussy is made for mine, I swear to God she is” he started desperately rutting into you, deeper strokes every time, taking God’s name in vain, murmuring some prayers while he pounded into you. You could feel his big vein brushing at your walls, his big mushroom hammering your cervix, the most intense rapture you’ve ever felt.

He pulled at your hair, forcing you to look him in the eye, murmuring “that’s what you wanted, huh? Dragging me to hell with you?”

Your eyes filled with tears at the thought. It was true, somehow you corrupted him, but you were willing to face that just to feel something so strong. You weren’t sure about him though.

But again, he was there, right there with you, with his cock inside your cunt and you didn’t force any of it, he could say no, he could stop, but he choose the sin. Now blaming you wasn’t so saintly nor kind, but you understood why he did that. He needed to blame someone other than himself, and you were there, open arm taking the weight for him.

Your ass slid back and forth on the wood of the table with each thrust, one of his hands was on your nipple again while the other held you behind your back. He then moved to your clit, applying pressure on it, circling it with two fingers.

You looked down only to see his cock sinking between your lips, his balls bouncing and the bush of hair that adorned his groin glistening with your juices.

You could smell the sex in the air, your mingling scents becoming one, your pleasure merging and becoming one as he shot huge spurts of cum into you.

He muttered a prayer, asking God for forgiveness, his voice exhausted, hoarse, broken by orgasm.

And then you woke up.

Your room was quiet, the crucifix that your mom gave you hanging on the wall behind your bed.

It took a few seconds for your sleepy, blurry gaze to settle on it, you were sweaty and shocked.

You closed your eyes, shutting them and cursing under your breath.

You unrolled your body from the sheets and then stood up and picked up the crucifix. Your days as a good, God-fearing girl were over.

A/n: if you don't know what is dream and what is reality in the story at this point, that's what I wanted, I hope it's not too confusing but I wanted to try something new. I hope you liked it and thanks for your time 🩷

#hot priest!joel miller #hot priest!joel #priest!joel miller #joel x reader #joel x f!reader #joel x you #joel miller x you #joel tlou smut #joel miller smut #joel the last of us #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fanfic #one shot #the last of us hbo #joel miller au

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The other Bronze – Pt. 17

For Lunatic... keep fighting my little Girl♥️♥️

You really tried to stay awake to hide before Sarina kicked your door down. You REALLY tried – but of COURSE you fell asleep on your stomach sprawled out like a starfish. Keira always said it's just a Bronze-trade. Obviously it was – Bronzes are Stars so they sleep like starfishes. Georgia was squished into the wall by your foot against her lower back but she got used to it over time already so she didn't care anymore and just snored alongside you lightly. Next thing you knew was that your back felt cold – really REALLY cold. Your brain slowly started to catch up and you felt the cold even... moving. You jumped out of bed swearing loudly trying to get away from the cold when you came face to face with a stern looking Sarina Wiegman herself holding a small bucket in her right hand.

“Jesus fuck Mama Rina” you exclaimed turning around yourself trying to get away from the cold

“Oh no... you don't get to “Mama Rina” me until you worked off your punishment” the dutch replied strictly

“What the...” you tried to shook the cold off even more adamant now

The blonde head coach grabbed your shirt and lifted it slightly and suddenly there were about twenty ice cubes falling out of the back of your shirt.

“Now... get your stuff together you are going to join me, Alessia and Ella on a little trip” Sarina said serious

“Sounds like you want to kill us...” you mumbled but already started to change in some long sweats and Georgias trainings shirt

“If I wanted to kill you I certainly wouldn't have woken you up before” the blonde rolled her eyes “Cleats too”

“Cleats??” you asked confused “I don't have cleats”

“You do...” Sarina simply said pushing a box into your hands “... now get moving before you wake up your girlfriend who shouldn't have to suffer because of your....”

“Geniusness?” you provided smiling hopefully

“Stupidity” the blonde answered flatly

“I thought it was a good gift” you mumbled as you get pushed outside by Sarina herself

“Mornin” you mumbled getting into the mini-van next to Toons with Less in the second row

“Mornin” both of them mumbled back Lessi nearly back asleep already as Sarina got into the drivers seat starting the car

“You know what we dealing with?” you whispered to Ella who just shook her head

“Just know it freaking early” Toons mumbled back

“You'll see when we arrive” Sarina said from the driver seat and you could see her smirk through the back mirror

“That sounds bad” you whined under your breath “Can we please have some music?”

Sarina wordlessly turned on the radio which caused Ella and Less to wake up a little more what was what you hoped for. You couldn't die alone out there – you needed emotional support for dying. You pulled out your phone texting your girlfriend about your whereabouts and that you loved her and you will cherish the time with her even in afterlife.

“Drama much?” Lessi asked when she leaned in from behind reading your text

“I don't if I'll make it back alive” you defended yourself

“Better say goodbye to Kei and Luce too then” Ella mumbled her head against the window again

“Wake up beech” you said and kicked her ankle resulting in Toons jolting hitting her head on the window

“You shite...” the brown haired woman exclaimed lunging at you which threw you into a fit of giggles – that was until Sarina hit the brakes hard making all of you getting thrown into your seatbelts

“Do I have your attention now?” the blonde asked from the front “Because this is a punishment not a fun trip”

“Let us have a little fun before we die” you mumbled

“No one is going to die” Sarina rolled her eyes stopping at your final destination and all three of your groaned when you realized where you where – Old fucking Trafford

“Come on Girls... get going” the blonde clapped in her hands smiling overly fake as she got out of the car

“Told you we were dying... did you believe me?? No...” you pulled an annoyed face

“We believe you now” Lessi groaned as Sarina pulled open the back door ushering you out of the mini van

You walked after the blonde head coach like a line of ducklings behind their mother duck head hung low

“Okay... three laps to warm you up...” Sarina said as you pulled on your cleats which fitted perfectly

“These... actually fit” you looked at your feet surprised

“Of course they do... I had them custom made for you” the dutch looked at you confused

“Why?” you looked up just as confused

“Had a feeling you'd need them along the way” she answered smiling softly

“Thank you” you mumbled being touched by Sarinas gesture who just slightly squeezed your shoulder

“Come on... get going” the blonde said in her trainer voice and all three of you started to scramble away

“Guys wait... I can't run that quickly” you yelled after your two best friends

You were just over a round into your punishment when you heard a honk behind you making you jump to the left into the field taking Tooney out with you. The second you were out of the way the one and only Jill Scott drove past the two of you sitting comfortably on an e-scooter.

“Out my way you peasants!!” Jill yelled blazing past you

Toons and you needed a second to recover from the absurdity you just witnessed before bursting out laughing sprinting after Jill trying to catch her. It didn't take long for the two of you to catch up to Jill and the moment you were next to her you easily slide into her lap laughing loudly as the scooter swayed a little bit. Tooney easily jogging next to you while Less was a little further away from you.

“Get off me... you were ordered to run” Jill laughed trying to push you off her of course with no use since you desperately clinged to her neck.

“You should need to run to... you were involved too” you laughed then squealed as your actions caused the scooter to sway

“I'm old and retired... what's your reason” your Godaunt laughed trying to manoeuvre the scooter around the corner flag ending driving right over it

“I'm young and broken” you grinned sticking your leg out pushing against Ellas hip making her stumble in process

“Y/N BRONZE!!!” you suddenly heard Sarina yell over the whole pitch “GET OFF THAT SCOOTER IMMEDIATLY!!!”

“Oh shit...” you mumbled quickly shuffling off Jill trying to find your footing without any luck and you face planted into the field

“SCOTT.... TO ME!!!” you heard the dutch yell again and when you lift your head you saw Jill face draining from all colour turning around the scooter going the other way – away from Sarina

“SCOTT!!!!!”

You bursted out laughing still laying on the grass when Less stopped right next to you

“Coffee break?” the blonde looked down at you as you rolled onto your back offering you a hand to help you up

“Scott took me out” you grinned while grabbing her hand and she hoisted you up “I just love that woman”

“I'm too old for you” Jill suddenly drove past you again and you looked at her confused before you saw Sarina coming over quickly with long powerful strides

Less and you looked at each other scared before scrambling away continue to run your laps as you heard the whistle

“Toone, Russo, Scott, Bronze... to me... NOW” Sarina commanded and the way her dutch accent blended in her normally perfect english told you you better listen

“Since you're all awake and oh so funny... we're gonna play a little game..” the dutch started and you screeched

“... told you she wants to kill us... we gonna need to fight each other – hunger games style... Less you want to be me ally??” you interrupted Sarina who just rolled her eyes

“... you're all gonna be allies... because all of you – yes Scott that includes you – will do a beep test... right here... right now” the blonde answered

“Uh... wifey is not happy with you” you snickered next to Jill who just looked at Sarina dumb folded

“I'm what?” the retired player asked

“These three wouldn't be able to pull something like this off...” Sarina waved towards Less, Toons and you “... so you were involved too and so you're involved in the punishment as well”

“Oh fuck me” Jill groaned out throwing her arms in the air

“I don't think you get any for a while... you pissed off the wifey” you snickered again squealing when Jill took a step towards you hiding behind Sarina

“I'm gonna end you Bronze” Jill looked at you seriously

“Pff... I like to see you try... Grandma” you shot back sizing up Jill Scott

“Bring it...” the brown haired woman growled but you saw it was show

“Do try and keep up, yeah...” you sneered – also for show

“Y/N... a word” Sarina pulled you with her to the side “... this is a punishment, yes... but I don't want you to overdo it, alright? I know your knees are weak so you are NOT going to try and keep up with Ella and Alessia – your partner is Jill”

“I can keep up with them” you answered arrogated

“But you won't – I don't want you to hurt yourself again” the blonde said strictly

“Yes Ma'am” you mumbled going back to the others and all of you went up to the starting line waiting for the whistle

“Bronze!” Sarina yelled as you sprinted past the cone beating the clock by mere seconds “You're out”

“What?? I'm not... I beat the buzzer!!!” you exclaimed angrily panting hard

“You're doing exactly what I told you not to do... you try to keep up with pro athletes and for the last four sprints you're ticking on the right... you're out” the dutch said firmly even going so far stepping in your way when you set up to start sprinting again

“I can do it” you growled

“I know you can... but I won't allow you to continue – don't make me pull the head coach card” Sarina held your stare “Stop Liefje... I won't hesitate to call Keira.... go walk it off”

You're breathing still laboured the anger playing into it you're continuing staring at the blonde before turning around starting to walk away. When you reached the side line Jill was waiting for you pulling you into her side

“You don't have to proof anything to anyone...” the older woman said pulling you along with her so that you kept walking “... you gave them a run for their money you know”

“I could've kept going” you sneered your breathing slowly calming down

“Not without hurting yourself further” Jill said softly “Sarina made the right call and you know it – on a scale from 1 – 10 … how bad is the pain?”

“Not more than I'm used to...” you lied but of course Jill saw right through it just raising an eyebrow at you

“About an 8...” you mumbled

“Fuck Cookie... we get this round done and then you'll let me look at your knee” the older woman groaned

“It'll sort itself out...” you waved off but you already knew there was no use

“It's either me having a look at it or your sister – and with your sister comes Keira... with Keira comes Leah... with Leah comes Georgia... you know how the chain works” Jill smirked and this time you groaned

When you got your round down Jill gently pushed you down onto the grass kneeling beside your right side touching and prodding your knee starting to rotate it in different direction keeping an eye on your reactions. When she rotate your leg to the outside you hissed and tried to pull away from her and Jill hummed knowingly

“Sarina...” the older player signalled for the dutch to come over which she immediately did letting Tooney and Lessi off their punishment who both collapsed into the ground panting like a locomotive

“She overdid it didn't she?” Sarina asked seeing how Jill was working on your knee

“You know her...” the older woman rolled her eyes “... of course she did – surprised she can put weight on it to be honest”

“She's right here” you grumbled

“You quiet” the dutch cut any comment of you off “Do we need a medic?”

“No” you exclaimed the same time as Jill nodded

“Toone... Russo... walk a round and then come over to help” Sarina yelled at your best friends who looked at you concerned but did as they were told

“What can we do?” Less immediately asked kneeling down on your left side

“Tell them they're being ridiculous” you grumbled annoyed

“Help her up and don't let her put weight on her right leg” Sarina said ignoring your comment completely

“Okay... come on Icebreaker... up you get” Lessi said as she already pulled you up Toons positioned herself in a way that you had no other chance to stand on your left leg and immediately grabbed around your waist holding you upright

“Hate it when you call me that Colin” you mumbled but immediately hissed in pain as you out of routine tried to step on your right

“I know...” Lessi said softly knowing you need your friends now “.. lets get you back to the hotel and try to hide this from the rest of the team”

“Thanks Less... you to Toons” you mumbled as the two basically carried you back to the minivan

“Always... it us against the world right” Ella smiled

“Minus your finger... because it nearly fell off” Lessi laughed

“Me finger REALLY nearly fell off – if it was any deeper...” Tooney exclaimed outraged

“You needed to go to the hospital... we know” you and Less laughed

“It was very serious!!” Toons exclaimed outraged

“It wasn't you muppet” you groaned as you tried to get into the minivan

“Okay wait...” Lessi said climbing into the bus and grabbed you under the arms “Tooney... push”

Next thing you knew was that you were laying on top of Lessi on the back seat

“Fuck me” you groaned out as your knee hit the backrest

“Sorry” Less huffed under you “thought that be a good idea”

“You three ready to go?” Sarina suddenly appeared next to the door

“Yeah... we loaded the cripple” Tooney grinned and you kicked her with your good leg

“Ella Toone...” the dutch warned

“Ready to go” Ella quickly said jumping into the car putting on her seatbelt

Sarina just shook her head smiling slightly closing the door before getting into the driver seat getting the three trouble maker back to the hotel

“Ella and Alessia... you go do some recovery and then breakfast – I'll take y/n” Sarina said after she killed the engine and your two best friends sprinted from the van leaving you behind to fend for yourself

“Come on Liefje... let's get you checked out” the blonde said softly offering you a hand when you robbed forward sliding out of the car wincing when your feet hit the ground

You probably would have folded if it wasn't for Sarinas strong hold on your arm.

“I've got you” the dutch said softly seeing you trying to find your composure

“It really hurts” you said and Sarina saw that you were on the verge of tears

“It's okay Liefje... you just overdid it – it's nothing bad” the blonde said calming you down

“What if it's teared again?” you whimpered

“It's not” Sarina said calmly still holding you upright “You may overstretched it a bit but that's all – a little ice and some quiet time and you're all good again, okay?”

“How do you know?” you nearly cried

“Because I remember in how much pain you were the last time you did your ACL – like it was yesterday...” Sarina said keeping her voice low and calm “... and right now you're nothing like this – so let's get you checked out and then we go get some breakfast okay?”

“Yeah sounds good” you said and tried to walk but whimpered immediately when you put weight on your right leg and Sarina adjusted her hold on you and held you now up around your waist

“What we have here?” Jack the young physio said – very happily for 6.30 in the morning

“Problem in the right knee” the blonde head coach answered for you as she helped you on the table “... she has an ACL history and overdid it with sprinting this morning. She can put very little weight on it but she's in a lot of pain and I want to have it checked out”

“No.. Mama Rina I want someone else” you whined as you couldn't deal with his happy attitude right now

“No...” Sarina sighed “... he's the one on call”

“I don't want him to touch me” you screeched when the young lad started to touch your leg

“Y/n please...” the blonde said calmly putting her hand on your shoulder “... relax for me okay?”

“I don't trust him” you said pain visible in your voice as you tried to pull your leg away from him

“Okay... Jack stop...” Sarina said seriously seeing you started to get really uncomfortable which normally ended with someone getting hurt

The young ginger haired man immediately stopped was he was doing and stepped away from you and the table holding up his hands in surrender. You were a legacy amongst the medical staff. You were anything but easy when it comes to aid your medical issues. There was a rumour that you once broke a physios jaw when he touched your throbbing ankle – you broke his nose... not his jaw.

“You want Lucy or Keira? Or Georgia?” the dutch asked softly knowing what you needed before you even said something

“Kei” you mumbled

“Okay... I'll go get her really quickly... you stay here... he won't touch you okay?” Sarina said softly fearing you would actually kill that guy

“Kay” you mumbled again laying down on the table your arm over your eyes

“Do NOT touch her... stay an arm length away....” the dutch addressed towards the physio strictly

“I'm definitely not touching her” Jack said slightly afraid of your reaction

Sarina nodded shortly and left the room

“It's not your fault” you said into the quiet room “I'm just not a fan from being touched from strangers – even less when I'm in pain”

“I understand that...” the ginger haired man said but stayed where he was “I choose this profession because I was actually a hard core introvert and somehow convinced myself I need to get out more – now I'm with people but I don't HAVE to talk to them...”

“I'll get you a coffee once I'm better...” you sighed deeply as another wave of pain hit you “You think it's fucked again?”

“You didn't leave me any time to get a good feel you know...” the physio answered “... but I don't think so”

“Yeah sorry about that... again” you chuckled slightly “You know... under different circumstances we could have been fast Frens”

“Then we'll be slower friends” Jack smiled

“It's Frens... not friends” you corrected him your eyes closed under your arm when you heard footsteps outside the room “Could you please act like I was trouble and cursed and threatened the shit out of you? I don't want my reputation to be ruined”

“I got you... should I shake in fear?” the physio grinned

“Just for my own sakes... you gay right?” you smirked

“Girl... I wear pink while the standard colour is blue... I think that's a dead give away” the ginger rolled his eyes

“Yeah about that... it clashes with your hair” you snorted

“Bitch please... I'm the one with the fashion sense... have you actually seen what you're wearing?” he shot back and you just had to laugh

“It was early and dark okay” you said “upset”

“That shirt not even your size...” the physio teased your further

That next second you heard the door open and two people entering

“Oh Bitsy...” Keira sighed “... what were you thinking?”

“Did she behave?” Sarina asked the young physio

“Didn't say a word...” the young man answered “... was kind of horror movie in here”

“She gets like this...” Keira interrupted looking at the physio “... don't take it personal”

“Won't... but I would really like to check her knee out... and get back to my coffee” the ginger said shrugging his shoulders

“Okay... give me a minute” the blonde said and Sarina understood immediately and pulled the physio outside with her

“Okay Bits...” Keira said softly after she pulled a chair over sitting next to you slowly prying your arm of your eyes so she could hold your hand “... what happened?”

“Sarina already told you” you mumbled turning your head away from her

“But I want to know from you what happened... why did you think you could keep up with Ella and Alessia?” the blonde kept her voice soft

“I just thought I could... there was a point where I could... and I...” you started but then your voice broke

“You always pushed yourself to far Bitsy...” Keira said as she gently moved your head so you had to look at her “... Sarina shouldn't have done this Bitsy... at least not without Lucy or me there... we know when it's enough”

“I'm not a kid anymore...” you grumbled angrily “... I can decide for myself”

“And normally you make good decisions... best example Georgia...” the blonde said softly not playing into your raising anger “... but when it came to competitions you always pushed yourself too much”

“I just want to..” you started before Keira interrupted you

“I know Bitsy.. and I wish you could... but you can't” the blonde said calmly “... you want to hear a little secret?”

“Uh-hu” you nodded

“Okay... I'll make you a deal... I tell you the secret and while I tell you Jack can look at your knee” Keira offered

“No... that ginger will just eat me soul” you said stubborn

“He won't” the blonde rolled her eyes in a loving manner “He's good – Lucy and I can vouch for him okay”

“If he hurts me I'll kick him in the balls” you grumbled but Keira already stood up to get Sarina and Jack back inside

“It is safe or do we need a muzzle?” the young physio asked and you could see the glint in his eye

“One kick... just give me one kick” you begged Keira who just bursted out laughing signalling the young man to start examine your knee

“Okay.... you know how Lucy worked at Dominos when she was at Uni?” the blonde started to distract you

“Yes... apparently she made the best pizza in the area” you rolled her eyes remembering how often your sister would brag about it “Yet when you ask her to make one for you she always orders Chinese”

“She made so many pizza in her life she can't stand them anymore” Keira smiled “Anyway... do you know how we met?” Keira smiled at you and after you shook your head she continued “I was over at a friends house and we were watching a movie and ordered pizza. Since it was fairly late – we were actually the last order of that day - Lucy delivered the pizza herself. She was on her way home and thought she'll just drop them off at my friends house. So I opened the door to find not only the one pizza we ordered but five – she had some “left overs” and thought she treated us to some free pizza. I was literally speechless and wanted to pay for them but she wouldn't let me. So the next day I went up to the shops down in Great Ancoats Street... asking for the tall dark haired girl which worked the last shift the day before. She wasn't working in that Dominos – so I went to EVERY Dominos in Manchester until I found the one she was working in. Her co-worker was very helpful asking me if I mean Lucy. Of course I said yes – didn't know her name before. He told me she wasn't in that day but she normally would work Saturday evenings. So I went back Saturday and there she was – bored out of her arse. She remembered me from the delivery and I asked her if I could buy her a coffee – just as a thank you of course”

“What happened then?” you said totally captured by the story

“After a little hesitation she said yes” the blonde smiled “But she asked me if she could bring her girl”

“EXCUSE ME?” you shot up into a sitting position just to get pushed down on your back again gently

“Wait...” Keira smiled “... I had the same reaction as you – just... not so obviously. I just thought that this must be a bad joke asking if she can bring her girlfriend after I kinda implied I would like it to be... more than just a “thank you” but I said “of course” since it was “just” a thank you coffee. So we said we meet next day at lunchtime at that small cafe a couple of streets down. I was bold enough to give her my number and said if anything changes to just let me know. So next day comes around and I wait at the cafe for her to arrive to receive a massage – 10 minutes after we said we meet up that she's on her way and she's sorry she got held up. I was FUMING. So I waited another 10 minutes when I spotted her walking down the park very slowly. I thought she was having second thought because she was OH so slow – but the when she rounded the corner I knew why she was walking so slowly...”

“Why?” you interrupted her impatiently

“... because of you. You were “her girl” and you just started walking and you wanted to walk everywhere. And of course she let you – you always had her wrapped you know. So there the two of you were slowly coming towards me with you looking so concentrated that it was just outright adorable. You held onto her finger so tightly and when you finally made your way over she just looked at me apologetic “I'm sorry but missy here wanted to walk”... I knew I was in deep shit right there and then. She was so sweet with you and oh my heavens you were the sweetest toddler I've ever seen”

“Oh gooooood” you groaned embarrassed as you heard Jack chuckle “... did you have too?”

“What? You were... and in comparison to now so well behaved” Keira smirked

“I was scared of you... you were much more ginger back than... soul eater” you sneered back but it had no bite to it

“You were in so in love with me that you threw an absolute tantrum when Lucy tried to pry you away from me when it was time to leave” the blonde rolled her eyes

“Did NOT” you said horrified

“Go ask your sister...” Keira waved off until she realized what she just said “Don't go ask her... you stay here until we know what's wrong with your knee”

“Knee is good” Jack interrupted quickly “Just rest it for a few days and you're as good as new”

“When were you done???” you asked surprised

“Around the time Keira thought Lucy stood her up” the ginger shrugged his shoulder

“Why didn't you say anything??” you looked at him lost

“I wanted to know how the story ended” he looked at you confused and Keira alongside Sarina bursted out laughing

“They ended up dating you ass nugget” you exclaimed “It's no secret”

“But first date stories are always so interesting...” Jack defended himself

“Ugh” you just huffed before pushing yourself off the table just to get held back by Keira

“Crutches” the blonde said strictly

“He didn't say anything about crutches” you whined desperately

“Learn to read between the lines...” Keira rolled her eyes as she accepted the crutches from the young physio

“But I don't wanna” you whined again this time with even more desperation in your voice

“Bitsy” the blonde warned “... I got pulled away from breakfast before I could even start eating my eggs on toast – I didn't have any coffee and I had to get rid of your overprotective sister who immediately KNEW it had something to do with you when Sarina came over to tell me you need me... DON'T play games with me now... get on them damn crutches and we can go get breakfast”

You quickly grabbed the offending piece of medical help and quickly made your way over to the door knowing Keira doesn't joke around

“Yeah I thought so” Keira yelled after you watching you crutch down the hallway “Thanks Jack... anything we should keep on eye on?”

“Rest it, ice it, 48 hours at least other than that... no..” the ginger smiled seeing how quickly you listened once Keira put her foot down

“Good... if you excuse me now... I have a breakfast waiting” the blonde squeezed the shoulder of the young physio gently before walking after you

“What the hell happened?” Lucy yelled out shocked seeing you stumbling into the breakfast room on crutches

“G fu...” you started smirking evilly before your girlfriend quickly shot up covering your mouth

“Don't get me involved... I swear Lucy... nothing to do with me” Georgia said panicky looking scared at your sister

“Still doesn't answer what happened” Lucy growled

“She overdid it trying to keep up with Toone and Russo” Keira simply answered sliding back into her seat pulling out the empty chair next to her and directed at you “Sit”

You sat down so fast that you were on the verge of falling back over with the chair if it wasn't for Millie who just walked past and like on autopilot pushing your chair back up preventing you from landing on the ground

“Thanks Mills” you said as the blonde just kept on walking holding up her hand in a “no problem”-manner

“What you want for breakfast?” Keira asked softly

“Can I have yours?” you pouted

“Lucy... get your sister some scrambled eggs on toast” the blonde sighed “and put some bacon on this plate too otherwise you'll have to run again in five minutes”

“Thanks Kei” you mumbled falling against the blondes side

“What about me? I'm running to get you food” your sister exclaimed upset

“Thanks Luce” you mumbled your eyes closing

“No Bitsy... no sleeping... we'll get some food into you and then you can go sleep some okay?” Keira stroke over your cheek softly

Seconds later Lucy placed a plate loaded with scrambled egg and some slices of toast in front of you some fruit in an extra bowl

“I didn't order that” you used your fork to push away the fruit

“You like fruit” Lucy looked at you confused

“No.. I like the fruit Keira makes” you clarified shoving a fork full of eggs as Keira smirked happily

“It's just fruit” your sister said lost

“I bet me ass there's mango in there” you mumbled around the egg in your mouth

“Don't talk with your mouth full” Keira rolled her eyes

“But she” you started to just get shut up by Keiras glare

“Eat and then rest” the blonde simply before starting eating herself

“I don't wanna go to bed” you whined as Lucy carried you on her back out of the elevator Keira following closely your crutches in her hand

“You have to rest” Keira said sternly

“But Tooney and Less are allowed to go to the zoo... I want to go to the zoo” you poked against Lucys cheek

“No” Lucy simply said trying to move her head away from your poking “behave and I'll let G into the room too”

Immediately your poking stopped and Keira had to bite her lip not to burst out laughing

“Okay... here's the deal... you rest and ice it for two hours and if you're good and ACTUALLY rest Kei and I'll take you to the zoo later okay?” your sister smiled while Keira opened the door to your room

“And G?” you asked hopefully

“Come on Stanway.. I know you're lurking in the shadows” Lucy yelled down the corridor and seconds later your girlfriend appeared out of the staircase exit smiling widely

“These two Lucy... I tell you – we're gonna have our hands full” Keira laughed as she saw G sprinting down said corridor

“As long as they use protection I don't care” your sister huffed as she gently sat you down on the bed

“Luce” you screeched “Ew!!!”

“What? I don't need you running around pregnant” Lucy grinned

“G is good... but not THAT good” you talked back and saw how your girlfriend – who just arrived at the door – was just about to run on instead of joining you inside the room “Don't you dare!!” you yelled before Georgia could bolt again

“You really want her to kill me don't you?” G said as she carefully entered the room

“Keira won't let her” you waved off

“As long as you don't get her pregnant” Keira grinned wide pinching Georgias cheek harshly

Your girlfriend rolled her eyes and climbed on the bed getting comfortably before you fell against her relaxing instantly not even complaining when Lucy carefully placed an icepack on your knee. Keira nodded her head for Lucy to join her outside and your sister immediately followed suit seeing how calmly you became just with the presence of Georgia

“You think we can leave them alone?” Lucy asked hushed as she quietly pulled the door close

“Of course... didn't you see how Bitsy was basically out the second she got comfortably against G?” Keira snorted

“We have to keep that bloody zoo promise don't we?” your sister sighed

“Oh yeah” the blonde smirked knowing you're going to be an absolute nightmare to control later

“Fuck” Lucy swore under her breath

“TOONEY!!!!” you yelled as you spotted your best friend outside the elephant enclosure

“LOONEY!!!” Toons yelled back running towards you

“No” Keira quickly said pulling on your leash “Crutches and no running”

“I can” you whined before you got interrupted again

“No” the blonde said again gripping your leash tighter

“If you throw a tantrum Bubs we always can go back to the hotel” Lucy “threatened” you

“That's not fair” you threw your crutches away and plopped down on the nearest bench “Tooney and Less are allowed to run around”

“Strike 2 Bitsy.... Strike 2” Keira sighed pinching the bridge of her nose

“But..” you started to whine

“No.. last warning... behave and play on our conditions or leave it and we go back to the hotel.... what will it be y/n Bronze” the blonde started to lose her patience

“Wanna see the penguins” you mumbled

“Okay...” Keira took a deep breath picking up the crutches “... then come on”

“Shit... Keira is mom” G mumbled behind the two of you which caused Lucy to burst out laughing

“Hi... hi little guy” you were pressed up against the window watching the penguins waddle around in their little enclosure

“She really is like a kid” Jill appeared in between Lucy and Keira picking a piece off her candy cotton

“Look who's talking” Lucy chuckled before grabbing a piece of candy cotton from one of her best mates

“Oi... leave me candy” Jill shoved Lucy away

“Keira keira keira keira” you exclaimed excited

“What Bitsy?” Keira smiled at your youthful energy

“Can I have 5 bucks?” you hobbled over to where Keira, Lucy and Jill were seated

“For?” the blonde asked a little suspicious

“You can buy some fish and feed the penguins” you said excited pointing wildly at a sign

“Bitsy... you're on crutches... you can't go in there... it's slippery and far to dangerous that you slip and hurt yourself further” Keira tried to explained knowing it would be so hard to get you to accept that you can't feed penguins this time “.. next time okay?”

“I don't want to do it... but I know someone who would DIE to feed them” you said happily

“You promise not for you??” Keira asked again looking at you expectantly

“Not for me... for a...” you nodded quickly before pausing “... friend?”

“Okay... just... if I see you in there I'm gonna tie you to me belt” the blonde warned pulling out her wallet handing over a five-pound-bill

“Thank you” you pressed a wet kiss to her cheek before hobbling off again yelling into the distance “Mister Penguin Caretaker Sir!!”

“Why do I have the feeling something is cooking here??” Lucy asked looking after you confused

“As long as it's not her going in there I don't care” Keira waved off

You were gone for about five minutes before you came hobbling back sitting yourself down on your sisters lap who accepted your choice of seating without any comments just laying her arm around your waist still talking to Jill

“Uh uh uh Lucy look... it's feeding time” you exclaimed starting to hop a little bit up and down in your sisters lap

Your sister looked up ending her conversation with Jill and her eyes popped nearly out of her head when she spotted LJ in wellies with a bucket of fish in her hand and about 15 penguin heads turning simultaneously into her teammates direction

“Why... does LJ have a bucket of fish in her hand?” Lucy asked shocked and confused at the same time

“Bitsy” Keira scolded the same moment

“What... I just wanted to do something nice for her” you defended yourself

“So you simply forgot the fact that LJ can't stand fish??” your sister asked her eyebrow raised as she watched how the colony of penguins waddled towards a completely done LJ

“Oh that was her?? I thought that was Lotte...” you said innocently bashing your eyelashes

You saw multiple phones getting pulled out of pockets by the Lionesses all recording LJ scurrying away from the penguins trying to find safety on a rock not thinking about how the animals were only interested in the bucket of fish.

“Just drop the bucket!!!” you heard Rach yell from the side of the enclosure

“She can't hear you Rach” you yelled over a wide evil grin on your face

“If they come any closer she might die” Jill laughed at the frightened face LJ was spotting

“Gooooood” you said happily and smiled

“Bubs!!” Lucy scolded you “We do NOT wish teammates to die”

“Yes we do” you mumbled under your breath and Keira threw you a wink

“Look how happy he is Luce.... can I have a Penguin??? Pleeeaaaase” you begged your sister pointing at a smaller one who just got pushed around the bigger ones trying to get to the fish

“Bubs... Penguin are cold weather animals... we live in Barcelona... Spain... warm weather..” Lucy sighed

“There are south african penguins...” you simply stated “... they're used to warm weather”

“No Penguins” your sister said and you knew it was final which didn't stop you at trying again – just at an other address

“Keira” you literally just started before

“No Bitsy... no Penguin” the blonde shut you down immediately

“Not fair” you grumbled but seconds later bursted out laughing seeing how LJ hung of her rock with the Penguins pulling on the welly and her pant leg nearly pulling her off the rock

“Where do you want to go next Bubs?” Lucy asked you to distract you from LJs suffering

“Sharks” you said amazed

“They don't have Sharks here” your sister looked confused “Never had”

“But I saw a sign... next to the restaurant we went” you looked at her just as confused

“That... was in Barcelona” Lucy knew what you were talking about “Seriously... are you okay?”

“Why wouldn't I be?” you shook you head lightly

“You just mixed up the places... hard core mixed them up” your sister said slowly

“And? You know I don't know what I'm talking about 90% of the time” you shrugged your shoulder seeing with great sadness how a Caretaker finally decided to help LJ out of her misery

“Okay... I'm not even going there” Lucy shook her head “... so... what else do you want to see?”

“Snakes?” you asked hopefully

“Ugh no... a 100% no” your sister shuddered at the pure thought of going into the reptile house

“Lucy Pleeeaaaase” you begged but your sister with pleading eyes

“Not in a million years... take Jill” Lucy shuddered again turning around to face her friend to just find the place next to her empty “... where the fuck is she?”

“She sneaked off the second she heard “Snake”...” Keira rolled her eyes “... Oi Mearps... you interested in snakes and stuff?”

“God no” Mary actually gagged “These.... things can stay far away from me”

“Yeah same” your sister mumbled “Sorry Bubs – no snakes”

“I can go with her” Georgia offered because she couldn't stand seeing you sad

“You hate snakes” Keira looked confused at her best friend

“What I hate more is seeing my girlfriend sad” your girlfriend shrugged her shoulders

“Could you please stop knocking on the window??” Georgia said desperately standing about five meters behind you as you knocked slightly on the window of one of the snake trying to wake it up

“I want a good picture” you mumbled knocking carefully again

“It's sleeping... let it sleep... please” your girlfriend begged

“It's behind glass babe... calm down” you rolled your eyes spotting a caretaker “... excuse me sir?”

The guy looks up and you could tell immediately that he recognizes Georgia who still stood in the other corner of the room her face white

“Yes?” the brown haired man came over looking at you expectantly

“Is there ANY chance I could hold one of those babies?” you smiled widely pointing at the snakes “I offer autographs and pictures with any Lioness you fancy”

“Sure... but not the venomous ones” he shrugged his shoulders and offered his hand for you to shake “I'm Dave”

“Y/n...” you shook his hand grinning while Georgia groaned in her corner

“I know... great move with this spanish guy” Dave grinned just as wide as you

“Thank you” you grin happily “Any player you always wanted to meet?”

“Keira Walsh?” he asked getting quite shy

“Keira??” you exclaimed a little taken a back “Why?”

“She's an amazing player... always sees the open spaces and creating chances” Dave shrugged

“Yeah no problem... Stanway go fetch Walsh” you said at your girlfriend making a shoo-motion

“I'm DEFINITELY not letting you alone with these boneless things” Georgia exclaimed knowing Keira would rip her throat the second she'd come around the corner without you

“It's not like they're gonna eat me” you rolled your eyes “Right?” you looked at Dave

“Big Mama could...” the man shrugged his shoulders “She's our 6.5 meter long Anaconda... she could eat you”

“Uh... I wanna meet Big Mama” you exclaimed excited clapping your hand

“No you don't” your girlfriend said “Keira will absolutely KILL me if you get eaten by a XXL-snake”

“She won't... Lucy will be faster” you grinned

“Awesome” Georgia mumbled

“So... here we have Baby Mama” Dave said after he opened one of the glass boxes pulling out a small snake “... she hatched about 3 weeks ago.. she's about a meter now... still has a lot to grow until she's as big as her Mama”

“Oh my god G look...” you said absolutely in awe “... LOOK”

“No thank you” Georgia swallowed hard

“Come on you...” you said before pulling her over “Isn't she cute?”

“Yeah... cool” the blonde mumbled shifting so she would stand behind you

“Can I touch her?” you ask carefully

“Sure... she got a rat two days ago so she won't be overly pushy to get some food” Dave said holding up the snake for you to pet her

You on the other hand had a different plan. You quickly grabbed your girlfriends hand and pulled it forward so she would touch the snake without realizing it before her brain could catch on.

“Oh my god” Georgia screeched trying to pull her hand back

“Well done ba... G... you touched it” you smiled sweetly as you released her hand

“You... are pure evil” your girlfriend huffed out

“I'm a Bronze” you smirked before accepting the snake from Dave holding it proudly “Take a picture”

“Why??” Georgia asked confused

“I'm literally holding an Anaconda.... that's something special” you shot back and G took out her phone taking a bunch of pictures before you gave the snake back and thanked Dave for the opportunity telling him to meet you outside for his pictures with Keira

Keira was NOT happy you again weaselled your way into getting what you want – this time holding a deadly snake. She also didn't care that both Dave and you assured her that Baby Mama wasn't deadly at this stage but Keira simply doesn't care and let you know quite strictly

The rest of the day you were put back on the leash by Mrs. Walsh herself while you hobbled next to her. You tried to convince her to give you another 30 bucks for Lion food and then tried to hackle with the caretaker to volunteer LJ if you could make the Lions sit around you for a picture but much to your dismay Keira heard you and immediately interrupted and slapped your head. You were absolutely dead on your feet once you all made your way towards the exit with Less, Toons and you trying to bolt one last time seeing the flamingos in their enclosure a little further back. Leah predicted you tried to break free the second she heard Ella exclaim “FLAMINGO!!” and grabbed into your Dino-Harness so you wouldn't use the moment of surprise against Keira

The second you sat in the back of your Car with Lucy and Keira up front and Georgia to your right your head rolled to the side onto your girlfriends shoulders and you were out cold

“She asleep?” Lucy asked before she even had the car in reverse

“Out cold” Georgia answered sliding down a little bit so you would be more comfortable

“Good... let's keep it this way... she caused enough chaos for one day” Keira said but smiled nonetheless

“You love her and her shenanigans” your sister chuckled

“Of course I do... otherwise I would've murdered already” Keira chuckled back “You think we can get her into bed without waking her up?”

“Challenge accepted” Lucy grinned “Stanway you're gonna help me”

“Okay Ladies listen up...” Sarina said loudly so everyone would hear her “... we have one training session left and my personal mini-me has a little surprise for all of you”

“I have?” you asked completely confused about to push a Marsbar into your mouth

“Yes you do” Sarina says rolling her eyes

“Yes I do” you repeated trying to sound as convincing as you could

“Snack-bag” the dutch helped you out looking at you pointing

“UUUUUHHHH... RIGHT!!!” you finally catched on “We'll have so much fun”

“Do you want to explain to the rest of the class what you've planned?” Sarina asked getting a little annoyed

“Yeah... okay... we're doing teams of four and one of three.. I don't care who is teaming up but the team of three gets an advantage... we're doing a chase... start is right here and finish is Wembley... chase goes through the whole city with different stations to check off... the time difference between first and second and second and third will be the time you get to shop in Tesco – whatever you can get in a cart and carry yourself... so.... may the odds be in your favor and chase starts...” you looked down on your (Lucys watch you stole two years ago) watch “.... now”

Immediately there was a big scramble and the most experienced players like Lucy, Keira, Alex, Mearps, Millie and Leah get pulled from one side to the other by the younger ones who wanted to be on the best team. You grinned widely and offered Sarina some of your candy as you took the chair next to her

“I really REALLY hoped for this... look how LJ and Niamh pull Lucy around” you smirked seeing your sister getting pulled and shoved along

Of course Leah had to be the spoilsport again whistled once so everyone stopped moving

“Okay... we have five teams of four... team leaders Lucy, Keira, Mearps, A, Millie and I.... we gonna do it the old-school way – the Alex Scott way” Leah said firmly looking at her fellow Lionesses

“Okay... two out of three or ko-system” Lucy nodded seriously

“Ko-System” Leah answered holding Lucys glare

“Rock – Paper – Scissors - Shoot” Leah and Lucy said quickly before Lucy groaned when Leah chose Rock while she went for scissors

This went on until Millie came out on top allowing her to choose her team first.

After all the teams were selected they took off like the house was on fire and it gave Sarina and you some time to yourselves

“Are you okay Liefje?” the dutch asked lovingly

“Yeah...” you mumbled chewing a little bit on your lip

“Try again, hm?” Sarina took your hand carefully

“It just hurts” you said sadly

“You're knee?” the blonde asked trying to get you to talk

“No... that's okay... hurts to see them all play” you answered starting to chew on your lip again

“Oh mijn Liefje” Sarina sighed getting were you came from “... you'll get back out there again too – maybe not on that level but I know you will get back out there... you still have it I can see it every time you glance at a ball – just don't give up”

“There's something else” you mumbled

“What is it Liefje?” the dutch smiled

“Can you... I don't know... order Lucy to let me got to Munich instead of Barcelona after Camp?” you pleaded with big eyes

“Oh no... I'm not getting involved in that” the blonde laughed loudly “Try Keira”

“Can we all still go out tonight?” you asked now seeing the first team sprinting past the window obviously completed the first task

“Of course... I promised you didn't I? What is the advantage you wanted to give the team of three? Who are the team of three?” Sarina smiled noticing how you changed the topic

“Lucy, Less und Lotte” you answered just as you saw your best friend sprint pass

“LESS!!!!!!” you yelled after her after you opened the window which caused her to come to a stuttering halt nearly falling into a bush

“God Damnit Nut....” Lessi yelled back “WHAT?? I'm on a timeline here...”

“Come here you plonker!!!” you waved her over and handed her a piece of paper “Here... you can go straight to zone 3... you are one down so you get a little joker”

“Thanks Nut... I love you” your best friend snatched the paper out of your hand started to run again

“Nut?” Sarina looked at you smiling with a raised eyebrow

“Short for Nutcase.... Toons says it's short for Nutcracker... I like Nutcracker more” you smirked

In the end Millie, Rachel, Georgia and Tooney won the little chase you organized and they had 5 Minutes to load their carts up – of course they only loaded sweets and everything they weren't allowed to eat normally. Tooney was even such a good friend and made Millie climb the shelves for your Dweebs and Millie made sure to grab a whole bunch.

After that you all got ready to go out. Lucy made you change your outfit four times until Keira stepped in telling her to leave you alone and that you looked beautiful in your skin tight pants and your (you must admit it was on the line of slutty) tight blood red corset-like top. Lucy grumbled the whole way to the Club about how you were to young to even go out with them and that you should stay back with Sarina and how she should personally deliver you to the dutch woman. Again Keira came to your aid telling her ex to finally shut up and leave you be.

Georgia and you were dancing to “smack that” by Akon. Your girlfriends hands on your hips as your back was pressed to her front. Her head rested on your shoulder as while you were grinding shamelessly against her front as she was swaying you both from side to side. Was it sexual? Yes. Maybe too sexual? Just a tad but in your opinion there was no time than the present. It was one of rare uninterrupted moments between the two of you since Lucy was worse than a drug dog in a warehouse full of crack – she was EVERYWHERE. Just this morning at breakfast she appeared out of thin air like David Copperfield as Georgia was about to sit down next to you and shooed your girlfriend away to the other side of the room. So yes you enjoyed every second you can spent with your girlfriend to the fullest. Just like now as your eyes were closed feeling Georgias breath against your neck where she sneakily pressed light kisses to it while you mouthed the words to the song.

Your sister on the other hand wasn’t so happy about what happened on the dance floor. She herself was seated between Keira and Millie who made it their mission to let the two of you get some “alone” time together as they sandwiched Lucy so she couldn’t get up. Of course it was all a “coincidence” that neither Millie nor Keira understood the repeatedly “Get up!! I need to speak to Georgia” – the music in that club was just “too loud”. It didn’t stop your sister from trying to divide you two from her table at the other end of said club.

“YOU WON’T SMACK ANYTHING STANWAY!! HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!!!” Lucy yelled from the top of her lungs which just cause Keira to burst out laughing as you turned around in your girlfriends arms intertwining your fingers behind her neck pulling her down until your noses touched.

Georgia knew what you wanted. It was the fourth time this night you requested a kiss from her but just like the first three times her eyes flickered over to the table the older Lionesses occupied and she saw how Lucys eyes never left the couple. So just like the first three times your girlfriend moved her head to the side and pressed a soft kiss to the edge of your mouth. And just like the first three times your eyes flew open and you looked at her questionably. Georgia looked at you with an apologizing face and shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't know what else to do. But as usual help was on the way – in form from Rachel, Tooney, Less and Mary. The four watched the whole interaction from their place at the bar as Less turned slightly towards her friends

“This is getting ridiculous... can't Lucy just back off for a hot minute and let them just enjoy their time together?” Alessia asked upset feeling sorry for the two of you

“It's her baby sister” Mary threw in as she tried to reason with Less

“Mary look at me” Less said and waited until she had Marys undivided attention “Do I look like I care... G and y/n deserve a little time to themselves”

“It's not like we could do anything” the Keeper shrugged her shoulders

“Oh but we can” Rachel grinned “I'll even take one for the team”

“Oh god... Rach... what's going on in that messed up brain of yours?” Mary groaned

“I'll distract Lucy and you get G and y/n out of here... I may or may not know that there's a hotel room waiting for them in a different hotel so they at least have a few hours together... here Tooney... give them this and tell them with regards from Sarina” Rachel said as she pushed an envelope into Tooneys hands

“Rach you're mad...” Mary stuttered

“Maybe... but these two? They're Sam and Kristie material... I recognise love when I see it... they deserve it” the blonde shrugged her shoulders but grinned

“Why do I always get roped into shit with the three of you?? Don't answer that... just... let's go” the Keeper rolled her eyes.

“Okay... just a moment” Rachel grinned as she turned around to the barkeeper to order a new drink. Three minutes later there was a new Vodka Cranberry placed in front of her which she took after she took a deep breath

“Okay... Mission Smurf can start” the blonde said as she turned back to Less, Tooney and Mary

“Smurf??” Tooney asked confused

“They always had to hide from Gargamel... and honestly... Lucy acts all Gargamel right now...” Rachel shrugged her shoulders again “Kinda looks like him too”

“Just... wow” Mary rolled her eyes “But let's get this on the road”

The four women pushed off the bar in sync as Rachel made a beeline for the Lionesses table. Millie knew the second she saw her best friend that Rachel had planned something and as she saw the Vodka Cranberry in her hand and her eyes fixed on Lucy she just knew. While Lucy was still distracted by yelling towards her sister Millie got the attention of Keira nodding towards Rachel. The blonde midfielder immediately understood and moved just a tiny bit away from her ex girlfriend who of course didn't notice.

Meanwhile on the dance floor Less, Tooney and Mary kept an eye on Rach as well as G and you so they could immediately spring into action when Rachel did whatever she had planned to distract Lucy. Mary was blessed with the assignment of clearing the way as subtle as possible once Tooney and Less grabbed you two to push you out of the club. The four even went so far to order an Uber for you. So the planned contained Rach taking one for the Team, the three muscleteers (as Tooney dubbed them) getting you out of the Club and into an Uber sending you off to whatever hide away Sarina chose for you. Sounded simple, right? No. It got around the Club that some of the Lionesses were in so even if Mary just casually hovered nearby the couple she got asked for autographs and pictures. She tried her best to keep the attention to herself since she didn't want to put you into the spotlight for dancing with G. So when the Keeper saw Rachel two steps away from the table she excused herself from some fans with the promise to be back in five minutes.

Rachel locked eyes with Millie for a split second and the brickwall just nodded. So Rachel did what every good friend would do. She “stumbled” and threw her Vodka Cran all over Lucy Bronze. Lucy was so focused on you and your girlfriend that she didn't see the blonde forward approaching the table and as she felt the wetness on her face she sweared loudly, her eyes leaving the dance floor to murder Rachel with her glare.

The second Tooney and Less saw Rach stumble they quickly made the few remaining steps towards G and you to push you forward with force.

“Jesus Fuck Toons... what the hell” you exclaimed shocked as you felt your best friend pushing into your back

“Walk” was all that Tooney said her voice stern as she kept an eye on the table

You didn't really had a choice so you walked with Tooney pushing you to walk faster. You looked ahead and saw Mary – clearing the way? What the hell was happening?

You turned your head to look at your girlfriend who had the same confused look on her face as you. She herself gets pushed by Less who also turned around every step to look at the table if Lucy was still distracted

And boy – Rachel did a good job flinging her drink at Lucy. Fully on target your sister was covered from head to chest in Vodka Cranberry furiously trying to clean her face at the moment with Rachels “help” who watched you and G get pushed out of the Club while she used a hand full of napkins to cover Lucys face. As the blonde forward saw that the five of you slipped through the door she stopped “cleaning” your sisters face

“I'm so sorry Luce... there's a step” Rachel slurred a little bit trying to sound a little tipsy

“There is no Step Daly” your sister sneered still trying to clean her top before she remembered what her task was beforehand and her head shot up scanning the dance floor for her little sister

Millie and Keira did an amazing job holding in her laughter as they watched the whole scene unfold. Millie threw Rachel a subtle “Good job”-glance while Keira acted like she didn't knew what was happening

“Where are they?” Lucy asked and Keira couldn't pin down if her voice was angry or panicky

“What?” the blonde midfielder yelled a little louder to leave the impression she didn't hear due to the loud music – Kei understood Luce just fine

“Where's y/n???” your sister yelled back not catching on that Kei played her

Keira looked over the dance floor before looking back at Lucy just shrugging her shoulders

“Where's Stanway and my sister?!!?” Lucy now yelled at Rachel

“How should I know... you are the guard dog... not me... I'm just out of drinks... I'll get me a new one” the blonde shouted back turning around walking off towards the bar a grin spreading on her face as soon as her back was towards Lucy

“Fuck” your sister swore loudly as she pushed herself out from behind the table – this time without Millie stopping her

Kei threw Millie a questioning look and the large blonde just nodded towards the bar where Rachel high-fived Less and Tooney as Mary kept her promise and signed some more fan stuff.

“They did good there” Keira said as she sat down next to Millie

“Hell yeah – I was about to punch Luce into fist-invested dreamland” Millie said as she sipped on her beer “They deserve some time alone... If I was y/n and Lucy would have pulled that shit with me the whole week I'd probably have snapped on day two”

“I tried to warn her...” Kei shrugged her shoulders “I told her to leave the two alone but she won't listen – stupid habit of Bronze women...”

“Let's just hope they enjoy their time together... did Luce just seriously sweep the toilets? As if... y/n is too much of a germaphobe to get it on in a club bathroom stall” the larger blonde laughed loudly as she saw your sister coming out of the toilets

G and you were still flabbergasted as you got pushed into a waiting car and Tooney pushed an envelope into your hands

“With best regards from Sarina” the brown haired woman said before she threw the door shut and the car began to move

“What the fuck just happened?” your girlfriend was the first to speak “And where the fuck are we going?” she looked at the driver

“The Savoy, Miss” the driver answered politely

“What?” G asked confused

“I got called to drive you to The Savoy” the driver answered again

“G” you whispered out after you opened the envelope as your girlfriend was still occupied being confused

Inside the envelope was a booking confirmation for a room in one of the best Hotels in London for two nights – all expenses paid by Sarina Wiegman herself with small note to enjoy themselves and have fun.

“G” you said again this time louder and more firm

“Yes?” your girlfriend finally let go of the questioning the driver – who you named James. He looked like a James

“Look” you shoved the envelope in her hands

“Jesus” Georgia breathed out after she quickly scanned the document “This must have cost a fortune”

You had tears in you eyes as you pulled out your phone – ignoring the 74 missed calls from your sister – to call Sarina

“Mama Rina” you whispered into the phone as soon as you heard the call connected

“It's okay Liefje – you both deserve it... I observed what you went through this week... both of you... just enjoy 48 hours of uninterrupted time together” the dutch woman said lovingly knowing exactly what her adoptive daughter wanted to say “I arranged for your baggage to get moved as well... don't worry about anything other than be at the airport on time”

“Thank you Mama Rina” you spoke slowly as your girlfriend still looked shocked at the document in her hands “It means the World to me”

“Us..” G mumbled next to me as she looked up her eyes still wide

“Yeah... it means the world to US Mama” you smiled slightly as you held your hand out for Georgia to grab which she immediately did intertwining your fingers

“Your welcome Liefje” the dutch woman smiled on the other end of the phone “Enjoy it”

“We will... so much” you said smiling as well

“Oh and Bubba?” Sarina said just before she hung up “Just one Glass”

And with that the line went dead. You looked at your phone confused after Sarina hung up.

“What?” your girlfriend asked when she saw your confused look

“She said “just one glass”... what's that supposed to mean?” you looked at Georgia confused

“I guess we're about to find out...” the blonde smile pointing out of the window as you pulled up to the luxurious hotel

“Fuck me sideways” you breathed out as you looked with wide eyes at the golden statue on top of the entrance

“If you ask nicely” Georgia mumbled and smirked while you just slapped her in the stomach with the back of your hand

“Behave Stanway...” you smirked back as your car came to a stop right in front of the entrance

“I try.. but it's been a while since I had you all to myself” the blonde spoke lowly as man in a expensive looking suit opened the hind doors of the car to let you climb out

“They have car penguins G... this is really high end shit” you mumbled as you glided out behind her

“Yeah... so act like we fucking own it” your girlfriend mumbled back so no one other than you heard her

She held out her hand which you grabbed grateful as Georgia already started to walk inside pulling you along with her. Her stride were confident as if she really belonged in Hotels like this. You on the other hand just gaped at everything. It was so luxurious your brain just couldn't comprehend it.

“Hello and very welcome to The Savoy London. My name is Rita and how may I assist you today?” the young girl behind the front desk smiled at you politely – or she smiled at G politely obviously recognizing her while she basically ignored you.

“Hi... I have a reservation for two for two nights for... what does it say?” your girlfriend looked at you expectantly

“Reservation is under your name” you said remembering the name on the booking confirmation

“Ah yes... Already got your reservation pulled up. Two nights in the Junior Suite for two guests under Stanway” Rita already said as she tipped furiously on her Keyboard.

You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes at her obvious fan girl moment. You mean – this place probably has celebrities coming and going 365 days a year so why was this blondie swooning over YOUR girlfriend. You pull her at her blonde extensions over the front desk and tell her to keep her eyes to herself. Yeah – that sounded like a reasonable plan. Even better you could scratch her eyes out and

“Babe?” G looks at you expectantly

“Yeah?” you answered putting on a fake smile getting pulled back into reality

“You want to have dinner here or want to go outside explore” your girlfriend askes looking at you weird

“It's not that late – I would love to go out a little and maybe tomorrow have dinner here?” you said sweetly smiling so fake you had to gag internally while Georgia threw you a last weird glance before turning towards Rita (another internally gag) speaking about dinner reservation for tomorrow night.

You decided to mark territory a little bit and pressed your body firmer into Georgias side. She didn't really acknowledge it but her arm automatically sneaked around your waist to hold you tightly. You threw a victorious smirk at Rita (there was the internal gag again) as you listened to them two discussed dinner times and tables. Who in the hell discusses dinner tables. It's a piece of wood on four legs – not that hard. But apparently there where many options such as at the window... river side no river side... with direct lighting or indirect lighting... they even discussed HOW MANY GLASSES!!!

You got quite impatient knowing Rita (there it's again) playing on time so you chose the more... direct approach. You pressed your face into the crook of Georgias neck starting to nuzzle and lightly kiss her neck smirking when you felt how she grabbed your waist just a little tighter and the light sharp intake of air.

“Behave” Georgia pressed out between gritted teeth as she still smiled at the receptionist who FUCKING FINALLY got the memo that your girlfriend was very much taken and handed out your room cards.

“Thank you Raven” you smiled overly fake as you picked the room cards out of her hands “You were very helpful” you said before you pulled G away from the front desk towards the elevators

As soon as the doors of the elevator closed your girlfriend hugged you from behind and chuckled

“Didn't think you'd get jealous Babe?” you heard her chuckle directly next to your ear as you just huffed in response

“Should I have waited till she asked for your number or gave you hers? I thought I was being... helpful in showing her that she doesn't need to waste her time” you raised an eyebrow which G saw in the elevator mirror doors

“I mean... I think I still have a spare jersey laying around if she wants my number” the blonde laughed lowly teasing you

“Not the number I meant” you growled and playfully elbowed her in the rips

“If I can recall correctly you let me run after your number for weeks... you even threatened Tooney to nail her feet to the goalpost if she'd give me your number” G grinned as she started to kiss the back of your neck

“Upside down... I threatened her to nail gun her precious feet to the crossbar... upside down” you corrected your girlfriend as your head fell to the side to grant her more access to your neck

“So violent” G teased as she bit down lightly

“Fuck” a low moan escaped your lips

“Soon” your girlfriend chuckled against your neck

#lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze #keira walsh x reader #lionesses x reader #woso image #georgia stanway x reader

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"I'll be a good boy for you" - Anakin Skywalker x virgin!Reader

Summary: You've been dating Anakin for a while but you were still a virgin. He's willing to take his time and makes sure you're comfortable. Even though you're insecure about your body, he still praises you. Requested by @multifanderhatesai ♥️

Warnings: SMUT! Sex, cursing and fluffiness. 18+ DNI

Word count: 2.6k~

Anakin always had a way of being the most passionate person towards anyone he loved, and that included a very short list of people. He could be endearing but, at the same time, he would be the baddest person with his enemies.

Obviously he had a soft spot for you ever since you found him nearly dead during a fight. He was injured and beaten as fuck. The only way to take care of him was if he was unconscious. Because, the man being so impulsive and intense like he is, it would've been impossible.

When the Jedi woke up, he felt deep inside that you could be trusted. And then he started to protect you from everything and anything, he would sense if anything was troubling you. The man would give up fighting just to be next to you if you needed him.

Then again, he was pretty impulsive and that included being impulsively in love with you. He respected you in every way, he was a gentleman, caring and loving. He didn't even look like the Anakin Skywalker many people, Droid and planet feared.

You were coming back from a nice date outside Naboo, both of you being carried away by each other. The weather was perfect and you were having a great time. He took you back to his place, he was planning to sleep together, cuddle a little and snuggle.

It was a really good idea, but you were pretty nervous as you haven't had sex in your life. You've never had your first time before and you weren't sure you could be doing that anytime soon. Anakin didn't expect you to open up that easily with him, but he was slowly trying. He would never force you to do anything you didn't want.

He was always reassuring you should take your time. In fact, you couldn't wait anymore. The kisses would always start becoming sloppy, the heat between your legs were burning, and the man always had a hard bulge inside his pants.

The only thing you did that was honestly not too embarrassing was give him a blowjob. A mind-blowing, per se. You were just making it up for not fucking, and he loved it. He was afraid he would hurt you, or even make you feel uncomfortable. Many times he offered to eat you out but you refused, saying it wasn't something you were ready for.

You were actually scared. Mind saying that you were probably bursting into flames right now as he was pushing you against his door inside his house. Both of you locking tongues while pressing your hands on his curly hair. Anakin had his metal hand gripped tightly on your waist, the other one cupping your jaw.

And there it was again, the hard rock boner pressed against his clothes, begging to be freed. He was groaning against your mouth, thrusting against your hips, trapping you on the door.

You slowly pushed him and walked towards his bed, watching as he sat on the edge of the mattress. He stared at you, a little confused even, as you sat on his lap, legs resting on either side of his thighs.

As soon as you lean your forehead and nuzzle your noses together, you confess but your voice sounds too shaky. "I wanna do it".

He tries to gather your statement and holds your cheek in one of his hands. "Are you sure? You don’t have to do this if you’re scared. I love you no matter what". Your knees wobble and you know you're getting your pantie more wet with his words.

You just nodded, searching for his tongue in desperation, trying to undress him. He got rid of his tunic and you felt a lump in your throat. Fuck. God fucking dammit. Anakin owns washboard abs, they're perfectly shaped.

The scars make his skin look like heaven, his biceps are perfectly shaped. You start losing your mind at the sight. You've seen him shirtless a few times. But not like that, not right in front of you when you're about to lose your virginity.

You bite your lower lip and he smirks at you. He knows you are almost drooling at him. You pull him for another kiss as you feel his metal hand grab the hem of your shirt, pulling it away. You sure make it easier, your small but well rounded boobs aren't dressed with a bra and Anakin gets to feel his heart skip a beat.

"God, you're so, so beautiful" He melts into you and you blush. You're still not used to getting complimented by him all the time. "Your body is like a wonderland".

Have you watched yourself? You think.

Both chests heaving and bumping into each other. He can't stop looking at your chest and doesn't wait longer when he grabs both with his hands. Hissing at the touch, you almost feel his bulge twitching under you.

It's hard to process the action but it feels too good. It's gentle and lustful, even. He squeezes them slowly, gazing at them with his mouth hanging open. The Jedi looks at you for a second, only to ask for permission for him to try them in his mouth.

He doesn't have to promise it would be good, you can feel it is. The light, but wet touch of his mouth on one of your nipples makes you mewl and urge for more of that. Your sensitivity gives you shivers and it hardens when he makes circles around it.

Anakin uses his lips and his tongue on it, sucking on your skin in the most caring way, lingering with that one nipple inside his mouth. Clueless, you buckle your hips and thrust against his hardened cock and he grunts against your skin.

It just makes you feel dizzy, it turns your body into jelly. You grab a handful of his hair in one hand and pull him back for a kiss. This time, he grasps your lip between his teeth and suddenly growls.

"God, Ani. I need you to be inside me" You beg. You're at his mercy and he likes it. You didn't know where all this needy begging came from, but you're willing to try.

"You're so horny for me now, aren't you baby? I promise I'll be a good guy" His voice is husky and he's trying to keep it together. You just nodded.

He gestures for you to get up only for him to lay you down on the mattress, removing your sweatpants. Anakin does the same and watches as both of you are dressed up only with a piece of clothing between you. He hovers over you, planting soft kisses through your body, marking your skin with his teeth lightly.

You know you were too nervous to do that, but now you're just too turned on. He takes his time on the sloppy kisses, trailing a wet and long lick just behind your ear because he knows it's your sensitive spot.

You dig your nails on his shoulders, listening to his soft chuckle close to your ear, fanning the damp skin. He bites your jaw lightly, grasping both hands on your waist, waiting for you to allow him to undress you finally.

You don't see when he throws the fabric away. It catches you off guard when he presses his bulge against your cunt and it burns you inside. Both of you made a similar noise come out of your mouths. Anakin was never one to honestly show off his emotions to anyone but you. He knows he can be himself around you. But you've never seen him this open.

He kept thrusting against you over his underwear, a wet patch formed on the fabric started to rub against your swollen bud. God, who knows how long you would last when he finally starts fucking you. "You think you're ready, darling?".

You nod and he breaks the contact. You watch as he quickly looks for a condom in his drawer and works himself by getting rid of the last piece of clothing before dressing his cock. Thinking about it now, you've realized you should've done that before, because you know he respects you so much. You can barely hold yourself back from attacking his neck, collarbone, abs and especially his dick.

He looks so hot wrapping himself up and you know you have a slight dizziness at the sight. Before the Jedi leans above you, he places both hands on your thighs and slides towards you, rubbing his nose against yours. "I'll take your time, don't worry" He promises. You suddenly start getting nervous because you know it can hurt.

You know it can be painful no matter how gentle he is. You're just scared it won't be good and you won't feel the pleasure. He makes sure you're going to be ok when he holds your hand using his flesh hand. The other hand is holding his cock, pressing the tip on your entrance, barely touching it.

"Just let me know if it hurts. I'll stop" He places a soft kiss on your chin and aligns himself. He's not big, but he's not small. And he's kinda thick, but that's good. When he slides inside you, your walls start burning slightly.

"Hmmm" You mumble. It's a good sign for you, considering you were already expecting the worst. For him, it's like heaven.

"Fuck, you're too tight" Anakin heaves against your face, his tone barely above a whisper. He doesn't care, he's almost moaning for you.

His cock slides deeper and the discomfort makes you shift your position just a little. He almost pulls back when he realizes. "Does it hurt?".

You shake your head and giggle. "Just getting used to it". He nods, he takes his time and doesn't thrust against you. His cunt is also getting used to your warm, wet hole. It's so good he doesn't know if he's going to last long.

But he's willing to give you the best sex and make it memorable for you. Whilst he waits, he gives you a sloppy kiss, swirling his tongue around yours, breathing against your mouth.

You slide your hands down his spine and rock your hips against him and he responds back. His hips are slowly and gently buckling against yours, sliding in and out of you. He's craving for your cunt in such a filthy way, it makes him breathless. When you're finally used to it, he starts thrusting faster, hitting the one spot you've only had been touching with your fingers.

"Anakin" You gasp. He's resting his head on your chest, slurring sweet nothings while pressing his lips on your nipples.

He groans in response, his hips are hitting yours and the sound echoes around his room. You can still feel a faint pain from his size, but the pleasure takes over your entire body and you feel yourself burning inside.

He holds one of your thighs on his arm and it spreads your folds a little, giving him some space to move inside you without making you feel uncomfortable. You watch as he fucks you affectionately, his body is sweat and there are strands of sweaty hair falling on his face.

"You're doing good, my love" Anakin praises. He can barely speak from how much his cock is throbbing inside you and he doesn't disguise it.

He feels your hips rocking against his, mewling and moaning his name in a low tone. His sight is like heaven for him, the way your breasts bounce and your face flinches in pleasure is pure lust for him.

You feel when the Jedi squeezes one of your boobs and leans forward a little, still banging you like a gentleman. "Such a good girl, taking me so well for the first time" He teases, feeling your cunt clench at his words.

"Y-yes" You try to make sense but you're honestly so cockdrunk. He's hitting you faster, but still makes sure you're not uncomfortable or in pain. It feels so good you don't know why you haven't done it before.

You're feeling lightheaded, watching him thrusting against you, his curls falling over his eyes, his perfectly shaped body going back and forth savoring every inch of you. He leans forward and gives you kisses over your neck, your collarbones and your cheeks.

"Say my name again, darling" He whispers against your mouth and buries himself deep inside you. It rips a loud moan from you.

He speeds up his pace and you stare at his eyes, filled with bliss and lust. Eyes barely open as he takes you in and out. You still feel the burning sensation of his skin rubbing against yours, but everything else just makes it feel good after all. You struggle saying his name, he just smirks at you. It makes you flustered.

Taking your time, you start feeling the growing arousal through your veins, your hips start buckling harder and your cunt starts clenching around him. Your swollen clit felt like it was about to burst out, your hands started shaking in anticipation.

"Harder, please" You beg under your breath, hearing Anakin grunting with your kitty noise. He rocks further and harder, ripping a moan from your mouth.

The boy keeps it fast, but humble, and he hisses when you finally reach your release. You're shuddering under his body, fingers digging deep into his shoulders as you're trembling. You let him thrust until he can't hold it back anymore and he falls down above you.

"Fuck, that was so good" His voice breaks as he tries to composure himself. Breathing heavily, you watch him look at you in awe. "You did so great, darling".

Anakin grins widely at you, cupping your jaw with his metal hand before giving you an open mouthed kiss. You're finally coming down of your own ecstasy, your hands both grab his curls and fix them on the top of his head.

He takes a few minutes before pulling himself out of you, letting a painful hiss leave his mouth from the lack of touch. It makes you feel less discomfort after all, but it wasn't bad. You feel good, delighted. The Jedi makes sure he's gotten rid of the protection and gathers your clothes.

He gives you one of his shirts and holds you your pantie. You watch as he quickly dresses himself with new underwear, still holding a light smile on his face without even noticing. He lays down on your side and rests his head on his hand, placing his warm hand on your stomach.

"Everything okay? I didn't hurt you, right?" It sounds completely off to you. Especially when he's out there killing mercilessly and not giving a fuck about what the others thought of him.

"Mister Skywalker playing nice in bed and a menace at war. Who would've thought?" You taunt him and he scrunches his face in a faint laugh.

"You like a menace, don't you?" He teases you, rubbing his calloused fingers against your skin. "I take it you're doing good".

You nod, in lack of response to watching him being all gentle and all after a little roughness in bed. It's not weird, although it's the first time you've been this close and intimate.

"More than good, my Jedi Knight" You peck his plump lips and smile.

"I'm always gonna be a good boy for you. Only for you" He grips his fingertips on your thighs and it makes you shiver. "Jesus, you're still recovering from your first time and already want a second round?" He mocks.

Sometimes you forget he can sense those things. And he knows the effect he has on you too. "You definitely are a menace".

He doesn't assault you or roll you in bed expecting you to fuck again. He just nuzzles his face on the crook of your neck and keeps petting you, lingering on your skin, savoring your smell.

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whateverisbeautiful · 5 months ago

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♥️Reveling in Richonne - TOWL

#48: The Wedding Plans (1.05)

Of all the Jadis and Father Gabriel flashbacks, this was the best one right here because we get to learn something so special - Rick wanted to have a wedding with Michonne. 😭 Officially marrying his wife is one of the many milestones that trifling Jadis stole from them, and Michonne also addresses some other missed milestones Jadis took from them as they hunt her down 🚖...

Flashing back to two years ago, Jadis and Father Gabriel have another one of their annual meetings in the forest. Jadis asks, “How’s Rick’s wife doing?” And I do like hearing Michonne be referred to as 'Rick’s wife' by someone, even tho it’s one of my least favorite someones.

Father Gabriel says, “Michonne? She’s away helping people.” And even with this, I was like...SIR, are you at all curious why Jadis is curious about how Rick’s wife - who Jadis wasn’t close to - is doing? Like, please...

I'm not even saying Father Gabriel needed to immediately put together that Jadis had anything to do with Rick, since he, like many, thought Rick died. But still, he could have at least been a bit more suspicious of Jadis' whole situation and told some people back home about her and her helicopter.

And then I’m side-eying Father Gabriel again when he asks, “Why did you call her his wife?” Gabe, you have to ask? 😑 Lol, I know it’s not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but, the second I even realized these two were having these yearly meet-ups, everything they said and did had me looking at both of them like...

Jadis says, “I mean, wasn’t she?” And I just know she’s thinking about how Rick barely says five words to her in Philly and most of those words are about his wife. 😋

Father Gabriel says, “Well not officially. If that matters anymore.” I said now Father G, I know you see Michonne every day raising those kids and wearing a wedding ring around her neck. That’s Rick’s wife, stop playing.

Also, in TWD I was proud of Father Gabriel when he had his whole evolution into a real one and became a valued member of the group. But seeing TOWL made me remember that while Father G has grown a lot, this man did in fact enter this franchise with snake tendencies.

Had me wondering if his snake past is what makes him intrinsically drawn to this snake Jadis. But little does Father G know, that while he's actually tried to improve himself, Jadis is still slithering through life and causing so much harm.

Something I do like about this exchange between them tho is it feels like yet another thing TOWL came to set the record straight on regarding Richonne. Like for all the viewers that used to comment “no ring, no marriage,” stuff about Richonne, this was TOWL being like nope, Rick and Michonne are and have long been husband and wife, period. 👌🏽

This show didn't allow any room to downplay, discredit, or dismiss who Rick and Michonne are to each other and how much they mean to each other and I'll always appreciate TOWL for that. 😌

Then we get to the best part of these Jadis/Father Gabriel flashbacks when Father Gabriel says, “It’s funny. One day, Rick said that I should marry them. Maybe we should do it right there on the bridge that we were building”

Y’all. 🫠 When I tell you I was gagged when I heard that the first time.

I had been ready for them to just hurry this Jadis/Father G scene up but then I heard that line and...

I adore that we got to learn that Rick wanted to have a wedding and was making plans for it before he was taken. He wanted to marry Michonne on the bridge. 🥹 The very bridge he was then taken from her for years. 🥺

Watching Rick's season 9 episodes back, they’re now even better knowing that making his marriage to Michonne official was on his mind. It’s almost like you can see it with certain scenes, even tho obviously this detail was more added in TOWL rather than pre-planted in TWD.

It’s so sweet too because Rick was so adamant about that bridge being completed and I love knowing that it was both because of its practicality/symbolism of unity bringing the communities together and because it was where he and Michonne could celebrate their own special union with a wedding.

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This was esepcially great to hear because I had always felt that Rick would be the type to give Michonne a ring and want that traditional solidification of their marriage. So it was nice to hear these details that show he really was working on it. 🥹

Also, another TWD scene that becomes extra emotional upon learning that Rick wanted to marry Michonne on the bridge is Michonne’s first scene post-Rick in 9.06.

Michonne goes to the destroyed bridge years later and essentially expresses how she’s still so committed to Rick and still fighting for him and them and their family. It’s almost like she's saying vows.

And little did Michonne know (because I’m sure Father Gabriel’s secret-squirrel behind didn’t tell her) that bridge is the very place Rick wanted them to exchange vows and get married. 😭

Rick truly does look at Michonne and see his future because he had big plans for the two of them in season 9. He was fully ready to have a wedding and a baby with her in his final TWD eps.

Also, in the season 8 premiere, Maggie asks Rick if he’s been thinking about what 'tomorrow' looks like and he confidently says "Yes I have" as well as telling Maggie, "After this, I’m following you."

I already always got the sense that part of that meant Rick was thinking about expanding his family by having a baby with Michonne. But I like how now after TOWL that s8 scene really reads like Rick was thinking about having a baby with Michonne and officially marrying her. That's what he wanted his 'tomorrow' to look like. 🥲

And a Richonne bridge wedding would have been beautiful. 🥹 In my head, Rick and Michonne definitely go on to have a wedding with their kids a part of it now that they’re back home.

Father Gabriel says, “But I couldn’t see the future he described, so I sat on a log in the forest, and there at my feet in the dirt right in front of me was a ring. It seemed like it’d make a pretty nice wedding ring.”

See, see, see, even when others don’t see your vision, God gon’ see the vision. And He always makes a way. Amen. 🙌🏽

And Richonne is blessed and highly favored so of course a ring showed up. 😇

But then...y’all, I have to side-eye Father Gabriel yet again with what he does next.

Father Gabriel says how he picked up the ring and thought to put it someplace that Rick would find it “because I could suddenly see that someday” and then this man takes the ring out, revealing that he’s been holding onto it all these years 🙃...

Um imo, it would have been nice if shortly after the bridge he had told this story to Michonne and let her decide what she wanted to do with the ring.

Michonne clearly finds a lot of solace in these types of sentimental items and wore a wedding ring around her necklace. It could have possibly been a comforting thought for her to know this was the ring Rick might have proposed with since he was planning on them getting formally married with a priest and everything.

IDK, this was just making me feel like team family tried Michonne once again.

Father Gabriel says sadly, “But then what happened, happened.” And Jadis, perhaps masking remorse but still as self-centered as always, just starts talking about how she looks forward to their next visit and the chance to just sit and talk and feel like who she was. How can she be so unmoved by the fact that she’s kept two people who love each other dearly apart for years? She got to have moments of feeling like who she was while Rick lost himself day by day. 😑

Jadis starts opening up a bit more about what she does and how it weighs on her but she’s committed to the mission and...they just can never make me like Jadis, tbh. 😪 Even when she's supposed to be showing her more human side I'm still just like...

And then Father Gabriel gets one more side-eye from me when he gives Jadis of all people that ring. What? 🙃

The only thing I like about that choice to give her the ring is that it’s kinda like the ring had a similar journey to Rick. It was stuck with Jadis for years but then eventually found its way to its rightful person - Michonne. 👌🏽

But otherwise, I was like 'Father G, why would you...???' Jadis of all people should hold onto the ring he found for Rick to give to Michonne?? 😪 Wasn’t exactly here for that choice. But that wedding ring leads to not one but two of my absolute favorite Richonne moments going forward so it’s all good now. 😌👌🏽

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In the present, Rick and Michonne engage in a car chase with Jadis.

Rick says they can’t kill her but Michonne begs to differ saying, “Oh we can.” I promise Michonne and I stay on the same wavelength at all times lol. 💁🏽‍♀️ Michonne,...

Rick says, “I told you, she left a file about home for the CRM to find.” Michonne knows Jadis is just a neverending source of destruction when she says, “To destroy Alexandria because that’s what she does, Rick. She destroys!” Wrong where? 💯

Also, I love the little detail of seeing Michonne is wearing the M bracelet while she’s driving. Like they had to rush to get dressed and go chase after Jadis but Michonne still said I’m gonna remember to put on this bracelet from my man before we go. Here for it. 😊

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And then I so appreciate that we get a moment for Richonne to acknowledge the valuable and important life moments and milestones Rick missed because of Jadis as Michonne says, “She robbed us of you being there to see your son being born. Taking his first step.” 😭

I love that she says robbed ‘us’ because Rick being there to see his son being born and RJ's first steps would have been such incredibly special moments for Rick and Michonne to share. 😢

And Jadis really took that from them. Because while yes Rick was going to need the kind of medical assistance the Civic Republic could provide to survive the injuries he got from that rebar, he eventually would have been healed up enough to go home and recover there and be present for at least the tail end of Michonne’s pregnancy and birth. If only he hadn’t been held captive somewhere he couldn’t leave. 😞

Then I absolutely adore that, upon hearing Michonne mention super special milestones that Rick has missed in his wife and son’s life, Rick is immediately on the kill-Jadis train as he says, “Okay, what do we do after she’s dead?” I love the switch-up and how he’s instantly on board. 😋 He knows Jadis has got to go for, as he said before, stealing their family.

Michonne says they’ll do whatever they have to do and sis is not playing. 👏🏽 Jadis ain’t making it out of today alive if Michonne has anything to do with it.

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Michonne rams into Jadis’ car and then they eventually get Jadis to crash off the path. As they continue their Jadis hunt down on foot, Jadis flees and enlists the help of that one noodle-less trio. She clearly has a scheme in mind because one thing about a snake...

In the woods, Rick tells Michonne that the CRM's bases are spread out across the country and they have to figure out which one Jadis hid the dossier in. Rick suggests there might be a route where they can take Jadis alive and talk to her to get some info.

Rick notes how Jadis clearly hated being called Anne and he thinks that the Anne-version of Jadis is still in there somewhere. (Both versions gotta go, in my book 🤷🏽‍♀️)

He says, “If there’s something she can give us first - something to keep Alexandria safe.” But Michonne feels they don’t need Jadis for that when she says, “We’ll keep it safe." And then, determined for Jadis to meet her maker before the sun sets, Michonne adamantly says, "But she’s gonna die.”

You already know I'm with that energy. But I get where Rick is coming from too as he says, “We need to keep it safe without risking anything."

Rick then adds, "I couldn’t see some things. I couldn’t. You helped me. Maybe we can help her, and if we can’t...” And Michonne is in her full deadly mode as she finishes Rick’s sentence saying, “Then I can kill her.” She is not interested in deprogramming that lady. 😂

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First; I love that Rick stays giving Michonne credit for how she helped him. He knows that after the mental warfare the CRM did on him, he was finally able to see the light - the real light not ‘the last light of the world’ - because of his wife.

And second; it’s admirable that Rick has it in his heart to want to help even someone who has done him so wrong. However…Jadis done had too many chances for help and she squandered it or took advantage of it every time cuz she’s a snake through and through. So the time for helping her has passed, which is why Michonne is hellbent on killing her.

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Rick says, “Be my guest." because while he knows Jadis can be a resource to getting things they need, he also doesn't mind if she gets sent six feet under. I mean, killing her was a dream of his so he gets it. 👌🏽

Then Rick says, "Maybe just maim first.” and that delivery is great and always makes me smile. 😊 Rick trying to talk killing down to maiming - you can tell he knows his wife is gonna rip Jadis up somehow someway for everything she’s done to him and their family.

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I don’t think Michonne even quite heard Rick's 'maim' comment cuz she spots some fresh blood on a tree and as a lethal woman on the hunt, she’s immediately ready to follow where it leads. And as they go, this pursuit leads to Richonne's final confrontation with Jadis. 😌👌🏽

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itsvenera · 11 months ago

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Omg I love your writing and am so so here for all the Gaara love! ♥️

Could you pretty please do Gaara finding out his S/O is pregnant?

author's note: thank you so much, you are so sweet! I love this request, it is so cute! Thank you so much for the idea! <3

Gaara never wanted to be a dad.

Not because he didn't love you or because he didn't want to share his life with you...

But rather because he did not believe he was fit to be a parent himself.

Firstly, he was a pretty busy man and knew he would not be able to spend a lot of time with his child. Being the son of the late Kazekage himself, he knew how rare family dinners and walks to the park were.

Secondly, he has never been good with children. Growing up without any friends, he was unsure how to handle anyone below the age of 10.

Like, how are you even supposed to speak to them? Like babies? Like adults? Do they have the capacity to even fully understand words?

Gaara was fully happy with the idea of spending your life together just the two of you, and based on the many conversations you had before, you were too.

But accidents DO happen...

and you DID get pregnant, despite your joint effort to prevent it.

When you saw the two lines on the test, your eyes widened in shock. The idea of becoming a mother hasn't even crossed your mind and here you were, holding the proof that a new life was starting to bloom inside of you.

You didn't know how to break the news to Gaara. So you decided that you are just going to wait for a few days till an appropriate time to share it with him presents itself.

The young Kazekage, however, knew you like the back of his hand and immediately knew something was wrong once he noticed your withdrawn behaviour.

So one morning, before you could even start your day properly, he rolled over on your shared bed, so he was hovering over you and cornered you between his arms.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong or do I have to keep you hostage in this bed?", he joked, yet there was a note of concern in his voice.

You stared at him long and hard, not cracking even a smile before abruptly saying:

"I am pregnant."

His smile fell and his whole body stiffened. His eyes became double their normal size and his mouth fell open.

When? How?... What?

Both of you always made sure to use protection, how was that possible?

He will start stuttering questions, crashing next to you with his brows furrowed in confusion. You are going to have to give him some basic sex ed talk about how contraception does not always work 100%.

"I want this child", you told him, eyes focused on your fidgeting hands in your lap, "I don't know about you but-"

Your words were interrupted by the soft feeling of his fingers interlacing with yours. When you looked up at him, he had a soft smile on his face.

"Hey", he gently said, "I want this child too! You are carrying the fruit of our love inside of you."

And at this moment you knew a new, better chapter was about to begin for you two.

I feel like Gaara would try to appear calm and collected about the news, just so he doesn't freak YOU out, but internally he would be scared and nervous.

He would borrow books from Suna's library about how to deal with pregnancies and new parenthood, going as far as even taking some written notes of the tips he finds interesting.

The more time passes, the more overprotective he would become.

Like I don't think he would stop you from doing lower-class missions from the very beginning (especially knowing how stubborn can you be about stuff like that), but after the first 3 months, he is definitely banning you from leaving the village.

He would send Kankuro to check on you regularly, making him use lame excuses that he is just "popping in to take something that Gaara has forgotten in the house".

First 5-6 months are pretty smooth sailing, tbh... Other than the fact that he is more worried than usual about your well-being, I don't think there is going to be much change to your relationship.

But THE LAST 3 MONTHS... OH MY!

This is when your mood swings, cravings, and hormones just go through the roof.

You are constantly unhappy with him - if he is with you, why is he suffocating you? If he is away, why is he working so much?

lots of fights about minor stuff :(

Gaara definitely has the patience of a saint, so poor man would just calmly take your insults and 5 seconds later - your kisses.

He is questioning if he wants a second child, tho

Despite being a busy Kage, he would still make time to pamper you after work by giving you foot massages, preparing your favourite snacks, or going for late-night walks, just because you wanted "some damn fresh air".

Overall, pretty caring and gentle with you during your pregnancy, but not TOO overbearing. He respects your personal freedom and at the end of the day, he thinks you know better than him what you are doing.

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katsu28 · 2 years ago

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Hi! For the flower ask could I request lily of the valley with Jamie x f!reader? I was thinking something like reader revealing to Jamie that they are pregnant? If you’re not feeling that I always love a seemingly sad prompt turned happy! I also loved this prompt list and could request 100 more if you want 😂😂♥️♥️

i had such a great time with this pls request as much as you want, i would be honored to write them <3

lily of the valley: a tear, followed by a sob, jamie tartt x reader, mentions of pregnancy ofc, 1.6k

You were trying so hard not to freak out right now.

You’d been feeling like absolute shit the past week or so, but just chalked it up to having some bad takeout, or that you’d finally caught that pesky flu that’d been going around this time of year. It wasn’t until your period hadn’t come when it was supposed to that the idea you could possibly be pregnant dawned upon you, but when it finally did, you rushed to the nearest pharmacy to buy a boatload of pregnancy tests.

Now you were here, sat on the closed toilet lid in your bathroom, waiting until the agonizingly long five minutes were up.

It was hard not to jump to conclusions, but god, you really were doing your best. Having a baby would change every aspect of your lives. You didn't know if you were ready for that. But you also didn't know if you weren’t ready for it. You wouldn't know unless it actually happened but if you really were pregnant, there was no taking that back. Having a baby was a forever thing. With Jamie.

Yeah, the whole not jumping to conclusions thing really wasn’t working out very well for you this far.

Your phone timer went off before you could dig yourself into a deeper hole and you squeezed your eyes shut when you’d made your way to the counter where the blue and white test sat, looking seemingly innocent. It seemed strange how such a tiny stick would tell you whether or not your life and Jamie’s would change forever.

Exhaling a long, calming breath, you peeked at it with one eye, then both.

Three lines, clear as day. Positive.

You took two more in quick succession right after just to be sure—different brands too, just to make double sure. Two more positives. You were definitely pregnant.

How were you going to tell Jamie? He was at the height of his football career, and even though you’d been together a long while, you hadn’t even really had that huge next step conversation about starting a family. Hell, you weren’t even sure if he wanted kids—not with what he’d been through with his own father. Of course, Jamie would never turn out like his dickhead dad, but you knew he’d be worried about it.

On the other hand, starting a family with Jamie sounded amazing. You’d get to have a kid that was a perfect blend of him and yourself, someone to love and nurture and watch grow into their own person. They’d have the best parts of Jamie, the best parts of you, and every time you’d look at them you’d get to cherish this human being you’d created together.

The sound of the front door closing in the distance pulled you from your spiraling thoughts and you quickly hid the tests in the cupboard, splashing some water on your face. You didn’t feel normal by a long shot, but planned to act like so until you could truly process the new information. It still felt unreal.

Jamie was rummaging around in the fridge when you finally gathered the confidence to leave the bathroom, humming to himself until he heard you enter the kitchen. “Hey, d’you know if we have any more eggs, or are we out? I could run to the shops really quick if we need stuff.”

“Um, we should still have a few, I think,” You mumbled, trying your best to keep your voice as level as you could. You must not have done as good of a job as you wanted, because he straightened up immediately, swinging the door shut to look at you. When he saw you standing there looking less than happy, he was across the room in an instant, holding you at arms’ length to scan you for any injuries or differences in your appearance, anything that could tell him why you looked like you’d seen a ghost.

“Whoa. What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, inhaling a deep breath before trying to force a smile. “Nothing, I’m fine, I promise I’m fine.”

“Don’t look fine to me.” He frowned, rubbing his hands down your arms. “Looks like you’ve got something on your mind. C’mon, lemme have it. Talk to me, love.”

You weren’t sure if it was the way he knew you so well he could tell something was off with just one look, or if it was the pregnancy hormones already kicking in (did they even kick in this early??? You couldn’t have been more than a couple weeks pregnant at this point), but you couldn’t help it.

A tear rolled down your cheek, and before you knew it you were sobbing, burying yourself against Jamie’s chest. He mumbled a soft ‘oh fuck’ but wrapped his arms around you despite his total confusion, pressing his nose into your hair and shuffling over to the sofa so he could hold you as tight as he could. He didn’t know what the fuck was going on, but he knew whatever it was, you’d deal with it together.

“Sorry, I just—god, I’m sorry, you’re probably tired and I’m—I’m…I don’t know.” You sniffled, wiping under your eyes with the sleeve of your jumper. You pulled away from him with a shaky sigh, putting your head in your hands.

Jamie shook his head profusely, scrambling to kneel down in front of you. “Fuck that, why’re you cryin’?” He asked, concerned etched into his features. He took hold of your elbows, gently prying your arms away from your face so he could see you properly. “Did that cranky old sod from a few houses over come over to yell at you about the garden again? I swear to fuckin’ god—”

“I’m pregnant.” You blurted, deciding to just rip the bandaid off and get it over with.

Jamie’s mouth snapped shut instantly. He blinked owlishly at you. “You—wait, wait. You’re…”

“Pregnant.”

“You’re pregnant.” He repeated, wide eyes darting down to your midriff, then back up to your gaze. “Right now? How—how long?”

“I don’t know. Four, five weeks, maybe? I just—I know it’s not something we planned for, and—and Richmond’s doing super well and you’ve got your whole career ahead of you and I get it if you don’t wanna be saddled with a kid—” Jamie took hold of your fidgeting hands, although his were quite shaky as well. He didn’t say anything for a while, but you suspected it was more for utter shock and a lack of words rather than disappointment like the fear you’d had in the back of your head this whole time.

“Don’t even think like that. M’not going anywhere—wouldn’t even dream about it.” He said finally, looking you right in the eye. He looked determined. Steadfast. “Whatever I have to do, whatever we have to do, I’ll do it. We’ll do it. Everything’s gonna go just fine.”

“How are you so calm right now?” You asked quietly, running a hand through his hair.

Jamie leaned into your touch on instinct, turning his head to kiss your palm gently. “M’not calm. Feels like my heart’s about to burst out me chest, I’m so happy. But it don't really seem like I should be yellin’ and shit right now—not til you’ve wiped those tears from your eyes.” He replied, reaching out to swipe away the tear tracks from your cheeks on his own. “Can I—can I talk to them? The baby.”

“Sure, love.” You smiled at him warmly and he nodded, suddenly looking a little nervous as he settled himself right next to your stomach. You were pretty sure the baby was only the size of a seed right now, but the thought of Jamie wanting to talk to them made your own heart swell. You suspected it would be something he’d do throughout your entire pregnancy.

“Erm…hi, I guess. I’m your dad. I don’t—I don’t really know what to say to you because I don’t think you’ve quite got any ears yet, but…I want you to know that I promise to always be here for you and to love you no matter what,” He murmured, rubbing his fingers against your skin. He hesitated for a few beats, and you knew he was thinking about his own father. How he never wanted to become like James. How he would never want to put your child through what he went through.

How he wanted to break the cycle and create a better one—a life filled with love and joy, never fear and resentment.

You felt another tear roll down your cheek, and another, and then you were sniffling back another round of sobs, making Jamie’s eyes fly to your face. “Oh shit, I made your mum cry again—fuck, I ain’t supposed to say shit, ain’t I? I’ll get better at this once you get here, yeah? But until then, have fun inside your mum. I know I did.”

That earned him a shove to the side of the head, but he still grinned, dropping a kiss to your stomach before pushing himself back to sit cross-legged next to you. “Was that good? I think I smashed it.”

You let out a watery chuckle, dabbing at your waterline with your sleeve again. “It was perfect.”

“Can I yell ‘bout it now?”

“Have a go.”

“We’re havin’ a baby! We’re havin’ a fuckin’ baby!!!” He cheered, jumping onto the couch next to you. You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped your lips at his antics. He was happy and you’d never been so relieved to see him that way.

Jamie pumped his fist into the air a few times before dropping to his knees and leaning in to kiss you, nearly missing your mouth in his now unleashed excitement. “I love you, darlin’. I love you with everythin’ I’ve got, and I love our kid just as much. Even if they are just a clump of cells right now. And everything that comes next, we’ll figure it out. The season, the training, all that shit, we’ll figure it out together.”

“Together.” You echoed, giving his hand a tight squeeze.

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yuyu1024 · 1 year ago

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I missed you

Pairings: Yoongi (Suga) × y/n

Genre/tags: idol secret dating

Warning: language, making out, semi public sex, pet names, fluff [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.40k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: repost. Check pinned post for more ♥️

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He have been touring for a while. You wished you can accompany him and see the world with him but that's impossible. You have your own work and you can't risk people seeing you in every tour stop. It's for your own protection and also for his career. You don't want to ruin his career.

It maybe romantic to scream yo the whole wide world that he is your man and you both love each other so much. It's not always the best option.

But since it's been months since the last you saw him, you planned on going to one of his stop. You saved enough money and Vaction leave credits so you can stay for a week for him. Since he will be staying as well for work too.

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Admiring the view from your balcony, you can't help but smile like a little kid while taking pictures of the sky, the buildings and everything you're seeing.

(Photo not mine. Ctto)

You got tense a little as hands snakes around your torso. "Having fun?" But the second you heard his voice, your body relaxes. You lean back, head on his shoulder and giving him access to kiss you on your neck. "I'm sorry, I'm a little late... we got caught in traffic on our way back."

"It's fine. I understand." Moving away from his embrace, you face him and admire how dashing he looks. "Your hair got longer..." you then tug his hair behind his ear.

"Well, you said you wanted to see me with longer hair so... I grew it out."

"Did I?"

"Yes, mentioned it before..."

"You really do pay attention to everything I say..." you giggle on how cute your boyfriend is. This makes you feel happy.

"It's because I love you..." he moves closer to you, making you walk back a little. Your lowerback now is leaning on the fence of the balcony. His face is just inches away from yours, "I missed you so much..." he say staring at your parted lips. "Wait.. You're wearing make up?"

You look away, a little embarassed. You're not the type to actually put make up all the time. Yoongi is used to seeing you barefaced since you two always meet in hiding. Either your apartment or his.

"Well, it's been so long since I've seen you... and... maybe... you've seen quite a few beautiful ladies around the world so..."

He snorts a laugh. He tries not to laugh but you can see how his shoulder is shaking trying to supress it.

"Yah!" You slap him by his shoulder, "what's so funny? Am I a joke to you now?"

"Oh, babe." He wraps you up in embrace, his hands, one at the back of your head and one at the back of your neck. His thumb lightly caressing you. "You know how much I love you... I don't care about other women. My eyes, heart, body and soul is just for you... my Y/n..."

You lock your arms around his torso. "I love you too... so much..." you nuzzles your face on his chest. "I missed you so bad... this have been the longest we were apart."

"I know..." he kisses the top of your head and then reaches for your chin to lift it up. "I've missed you to... and.." he pauses to kiss you. He does it with a very longing feeling. He is not rushing every move but he's very much leading the whole kiss. You can feel how he savours each lips to lips friction.

"Yoongi," you say as you lips parted from his, "I think we should get inside... we are exposed here..."

"Why? Don't you love to make out here? With this view?" His body is closer to yours. So close that both of your clothes are the only thing separating you both.

"I do..." You push your hair away from your face, "but don't you think... people might see us...?"

He leans down and begins kissing you on your neck then your exposed shoulder. You didn't realized he had already slipped the strap of your dress down.

"Yoongi..." you moan but you still try to stop him. "Babe..."

"We're on the 28th floor. We are facing the ocean... the other buildings are far away. They will not notice us..." he says quietly

He grabs both your hands by the wrist, throwing them around his neck for you to hold onto. He then takes one of your leg up around his hips. Pushes the skirt of your dress away, exposing your legs and giving him an easy access to your panties.

"Please...babe... allow me..." he runs his thumb over your already wet core. "I want to have you now... promise... I will be careful... if you're worried anyone would see us... I just..." your foreheard together, his eyes closed shut as he rub his thumb on you.

You didn't answer him yet. You want answer but your so indulged in the moment.

"Ah! Yes..." You hold on tight around his neck. You feel a sudden weakness on your body as he continues to rub your clit. "More... Yoongi... more..."

"Did you miss this?" He whispers to your ears. You nod. "How about this?" He pushes your panties to the side and slides one finger in.

"Fuck! Ah! Y-yes..." you cry. Your grip onto his shoulder like its life or death. "Please... so good!"

Yoongi slowly pushes another digit in you making you quiver with pleasure. "I love how you sound..." the rythm of his pushing in and out of you is making you go crazy.

"Please... I want you..." you says looking into his eyes. "I want... you..."

He picks you up like a bride. "Let's go inside. It's getting cold."

"I thought... you want to try do have sex here... for a change..."

"We can if you want to.. but I realized I don't want you to get sick. You get cold so easily..."

"Oh, okay."

"Plus, I don't think they are ready to hear us do this all night... maybe some other time. For now... all of your orgasm is mine to hear and enjoy."😈

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chvoswxtch · 11 days ago

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Congratulations on 5k!!! Even those words don’t feel like enough to convey how absolutely thrilled I am for you, how much you absolutely deserve that and so so so much more! You’re such a talented writer and I’m so grateful to have you here, and even more grateful that you’re STILL here after all this time ♥️ ever since I first found your work, it’s sent excitement shooting up my spine to see your name on anything because I know I’m about to have an absolutely incredible read!

To celebrate, may I humbly request a thriller (directors cut totally optional) from the “jealousy | forgiveness | revenge” trilogy? Maybe something about how the three of you got together or a scene from the early days of the relationship?

okay you didn't have to come for my heart like that. you're too good to me, I adore you so much. thank YOU for still being here and still being so lovely and wonderful and such a light 🖤

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passport to paris starring matt murdock & frank castle

You had never found yourself torn between two men before. It was difficult to navigate something so unprecedented, and comparing and contrasting the two of them in your head wasn’t making it any easier.

Matt was undeniably charming. He made you laugh, he made you feel desired, and even though he wasn’t always great with words, you knew he cared about you, deeply. But he wasn’t always there, emotionally or physically. Calls went unanswered, dates were cancelled last minute, and his recklessness and lack of regard for his own well being concerned you. He’d let you get close, but he never fully let you in.

Frank was a little more reserved around you at first, but when it was just the two of you, he was different. He was sweet. He remembered the little things. He wasn’t always great with words either, but God did he try. You could feel how much he cared. But just like Matt, he wasn’t always there. He could be just as absent emotionally and physically.

They both knew about the unspoken competition between them. Nothing was serious or committed with either of them. And while neither of them explicitly pressured you to make a final decision, you felt the weight of that pressure. And you yourself felt like you needed to make that decision, as impossible as it felt. But the more you thought about it, the more you couldn’t really decide. You didn’t want to lose Matt. You didn’t want to lose Frank. And choosing one of them meant losing the other.

So you made the call neither one of them saw coming.

“Wait, what?”

Matt was the first to speak up. You’d invited them both over to have this conversation in person. Matt looked confused, and irritated, while Frank was sitting stoically. But you could see a flash of hurt in his warm brown eyes that killed you.

“You know how I feel about both of you. And choosing one of you means losing the other. I don’t want to do that. And I also can’t…neither one of you are here, not really. Even if I did choose, I’d still end up alone. I’d still end up paralyzed with fear every night that it could be the night something happens you can’t walk away from. And I’m not going to force you to choose what you do over me, but I’m also not going to put myself in a situation where I lose no matter what.”

The weight of your words hung heavy in the air. Your shoulders felt lighter, but your heart felt heavier.

“So that’s it then? You’re just done with both of us?”

The hurt in Matt’s voice was clear as day, and it gutted you, and it made guilt seep from your own voice.

“Don’t say it like that-”

“Well how else am I supposed to say it?”

“Red.”

Frank’s gruff voice cut through Matt’s intention to continue lashing out. It was firm, like a barely disguised warning, one Matt surprisingly heeded. He pressed his lips together in a firm line, feeling the hardness of Frank’s stare that rendered him silent. You’d never seen Matt back down before, and certainly not to Frank. It caught you so off guard you almost didn’t notice that Frank was now looking at you with a considerably softer expression.

“It don’t gotta be one or the other.”

Confusion creased between your brows as you looked over at Frank.

“What?”

“I don’t care if you want him too. You don’t gotta choose. I’m fine with it.”

“Fine with…what? Dating you both?”

“Yeah.”

He said it so simply, and it only perplexed you further. Frank stood up and walked over towards you, taking your hand gently.

“Would it make you happy? Not havin’ to choose?”

Blinking a few times, you looked over at Matt, and you noticed he had straightened up and had a thoughtful expression on his face. After a moment of silence, he took a step forward and took your other hand. His voice was softer this time when he spoke.

“Would it?”

Looking between the two of them, your perplexity only increased. Having both of them was a thought that hadn’t crossed your mind. You didn’t even think it was an option.

“Don’t overthink it. Just answer.”

Frank gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“We’re okay with it if you are.”

Matt’s words made your head whip in his direction.

“You are?”

The surprise in your voice made that signature smirk of his tug at the edge of his lips.

“Is that what’s hindering your decision?”

“Well yeah, I mean, I didn’t think-”

“I’m good with it. Red, you good?”

Matt’s smirk widened as he brushed his thumb over your knuckles.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“Then we’re all on the same page, yeah?”

Frank was looking down at you expectantly, but you were still trying to process what they were implying. Matt let out a deep chuckle, turning you to face Frank and pressing his chest against your back.

“I think we broke that pretty little head of hers.”

Frank’s mouth spread into a smirk that made your knees feel like jelly, and he brushed his index finger along your jawline gently.

“Maybe we should explain it to her without words.”

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ingravinoveritas · 1 month ago

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I just wanted to tell you, I remembered the red bikini post as well as your offer of dinner and dessert.

At the time, for whatever reason, it felt “off” and kind of creepy that Neil responded the way he did. Never in a million years, thinking something like this would happen.

One of my first thoughts after the allegations came out about him was, “some of Gods greatest gifts, are unanswered prayers.” With a nod to Garth Brooks who has had his own demons to face.

I’m glad Someone kept you safe. ♥️

(Grouping together due to similar themes/ease of answering.) @amagnificentobsession and Anon: Thank you so much...this is very, very sweet of you both to say and I truly appreciate it. ♥️

One thing I do want to make clear is that I am in no way trying to equate my experience with Neil to the absolute horrors his survivors went through. But it felt relevant to mention because I do think it gives us a glimpse into how he operates--how purposeful he is, how deliberate.

My default response tends to always be to blame myself--either for not knowing better, or in this case because I took certain actions (sending him that photo of me). And I'm fully responsible for that. In my mind, I know that he worked very hard to come across as someone safe, someone that I would feel comfortable sending that photo to--but in my heart, it still hurts so much. Not because I was such a huge fan of Neil's, but because it's yet another instance of me being a terrible judge of character. It's something that's happened in my life on multiple occasions--usually romantic relationships--where I've incorrectly thought guys felt the same way about me that I felt about them.

It's a funny thing, though, because in several of those cases, it turned out that those men were using me to feel better about themselves. To boost their own fragile, pathetic egos. Obviously, this is not an identical situation, as I was not in a relationship of any kind with Neil, but the playbook still feels eerily similar. And like those situations, I'm left wondering how I could have not seen what he was, and how I could have been so wrong. Especially because in the years since those relationships, I have definitely encountered more than my share of creepy guys, so I thought for sure I would know what to look out for by now.

But despite that, I didn't clock Neil's responses as creepy, or think that something like this would ever happen. The things he said were so calculated to be what they were--goofy, funny, sweet, harmless--that I was blinded to reality. He weaponized being Neil Gaiman, wielded it with surgical precision, and I fell for it. And it fucking hurts.

As you both have said, though, it does feel like direct corroboration of what we now know, and it seems like I did ultimately did dodge a potentially terrible experience. I only wish the same could've been true for all the women he hurt...

#amagnificentobsession #anonymous #reply post #neil gaiman #cw: neil gaiman #again emphasizing that people who do awful things know when and how to turn on the charm #otherwise they would not get away with what they do #it's just so much to process #sending so much love and healing to the survivors #thoughts #discourse

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redr0sewrites · 11 months ago

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I don't usually see him in that light but the fluffy vox headcannon was absolutely adorable and definitely a pleasant read. I'm not one to steal ideas but any chance of some Charlie comforting fluff at some point? Time with that cinnamon roll just seems perfect after a bad day.

ADJDHSHE TYYYYY!!! i had a bit of a shitty day today myself and i love charlie sooo yea ♥️

🥀Cw: none really, fluff, lil bit of angst to comfort

how does it feel to have the sweetest gf in the world?

seriously though, charlie cares about you so, so much. she's also pretty perceptive, maybe not incredible at reading people but emotionally intelligent enough to be able to tell when your upset. charlie is definitely very empathetic and once she knows someone well, she can tell how they feel very quickly. sometimes you won't even realize how upset you are until she asks you if you're okay, and the weight of the past day or so comes crashing down around you as you finally feel genuine comfort.

charlie is very cuddly, and when you're feeling down she's always willing to offer some hugs or affection of any kind. however, she's also very understanding in the case of you not wanting to be touched, and will offer to get some snacks and blankets and just sit together!

charlie is an amazing listener, always providing great advice and sweet solutions. you'll be laying with your head in her lap as she plays with your hair, rambling about your shitty day while she listens carefully, occasionally pausing to press a soft kiss to your forehead before you continue

charlie, like vox, would also be the type to sing to you when you're tired, or even dance with you after a long day. you both are definitely the type of couple to dance in the kitchen to soft music, and this often occurs unprompted. you'll be sitting, looking miserable and tried and charlie will scoop you up and pull you along until your both swaying to the rythm, and she'll twirl you and dance with you until giggles fill the room and a smile is on your face

YOU TWO DEFINITELY HAVE SPA DAYS TOGETHER!!! when you're overworked and exhausted she pleads with you to take the day off and you indulge, allowing yourself to be pampered by her. you guys will do facemasks, paint eachothers nails, do full skincare and haircare routines, everything! she'll even give you a massage, forcing you to relax. she truly does care about you more than anything

she def likes to talk to you about her day when you're too tired to rant, and she stays close to you when she knows that you're not feeling great. she doesn't want to be irritating, but she wants to let you know that she's there if you need her ♥️

overall, charlie is very caring and a TOTAL sweetheart when it comes toy our wellbeing. she genuinely cares so much about your feelings and you matter to her a lot, so she always wants to make sure your happy and content

"hey baby!! how are youuuu?" charlie grinned, opening her arms as you stepped inside the hotel. your smile didn't meet your eyes as you stepped into her embrace, leaning against her as she ran her hands through your hair. "m' fine," you murmur, pressing a kiss to her cheek as you pull away. charlie arches a brow, not pausing for a second before scooping you up into her arms. "you don't look fine," she hums, carrying you towards your shared bedroom. "you need rest! you look exhausted- what did i say about pushing yourself too hard?"

you chuckle at her endearing tone, her nose always scrunched up when she ranted and you can't help but kiss her again. charlie flushes, entering your bedroom and dropping you unceremoniously onto the mattress. you grumble for a second as she joins you, wrapping herself in a blanket and grabbing some snacks from her nightstand. "lets just chill, we can watch a movie!" charlie offers excitedly, and you nod, relaxing against her. soon, you feel your eyelids start to droop as exhaustion takes over.

i am so tired and i feel like shit but i love herrrrrrrr!!! i need more reqs for the fem characters fr‼️ sorry this is so short i am very tired and i cant breathe through my nose and my throat and head hurts and i am Trying My Best

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builtbykittie · 1 year ago

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Merry Christmas, darling

D.R.W x f!reader x J.T.K

Summary: your boyfriend Danny takes notice of how one of his closest friends have piqued your interest and gives you the perfect Christmas gift.

Warnings: 18+, some alcohol consumption, mentions of marijuana, SMUT, threesome(m x f x m), masturbation, orgasm denial, edging, fingering, oral(m & f rec), dirty talk, unprotected sex, slight cock warming, just pure filth.

Words: roughly 6.6k

A/N: happy holidays and merry Christmas to those who celebrate!!! For the holidays, I present to you a filthy Janny fic. (Disclaimer this fic does not have any Jake and Danny scenes. It is strictly Janny x reader!) Enjoy♥️

"Daniel?" You shout to your boyfriend from your bedroom, rummaging through your closet in just a tiny little lace bra and mini skirt.

"What baby?" Danny comes walking out from the bathroom where he was getting ready, clad in a tight-fitted turtle neck and black jeans. You flip around, your eyes widening at the sight of him "Do you know where that red-ish sweater of yours is?"

"Gotta be more specific than that babe, I own like a thousand," he snickers, languidly stepping towards you. "Oh come on. You know, the one with the dark blue stripe running through it... And it has the flower things in the stripe?" You whine, smoothing your hands over his chest as he approaches you.

"Oh yeah, it should be in there, did you look hard enough?" Danny steps closer to the closet, tossing around some hangers until "aha. Found it."

"Wow. Guess I didn't. Thanks love," you blush, taking it from him and lifting yourself slightly to place a peck on his lips before sliding it on your body. "You look gorgeous, baby," Danny tucks a loose string of hair behind your ear, cupping your cheeks and kissing your forehead. Your cheeks flush red and you can't hold back the smile growing on your lips "Daniel have you even seen yourself? You look incredible."

"What's with the good lingerie, baby?" Danny smiles "thought you only wore these for special events."

"Well, it is a Christmas party. That's gotta be a little special," you walk over to the end of your bed and grab your heels, stumbling as you put them on.

"What time does the party start again?" You slip off into the bathroom to touch up your makeup and hair. "Well," you hear Danny huff a laugh "it actually started about 20 minutes ago." Not bad, especially for you two. One of the only bad things about you two being together is that you're both bad with time.

"Okay well, I'm ready if you are," you quickly reapply your favorite lipstick and fix an awkward curl in your hair with your finger. Walking out of the bathroom, you quickly grab your purse and phone off your bed "We're lucky it didn't start almost an hour ago... Like last time."

"That wasn't even our fault," Danny laughs "You ready, beautiful?" You laugh and walk up to him, letting him sling his arm around your shoulder "I told you I was."

"Are you sure you're gonna be warm enough?" Danny pulls you even closer to him as you two start to walk out the door. "Mhm. The party is inside anyway," you lean your head into him, soaking up his warmth and breathing in his intoxicating scent.

As you two approach the car, he moves his hand to the small of your back, opening the door for you and helping you in. You quickly set up the aux as soon as Daniel starts the car, putting your playlist on shuffle and letting whatever song play.

"I have a gift for you, sweetheart. I think you'll love it," he doesn't look at you, keeping his eyes on the road. "Oh yeah? I bet I could guess," you challenge, reaching over and playing with his hair.

"Hm.. I highly doubt that," a smug smile grows on his lips, still never once glancing in your direction. A grin plays on your face "is that so?"

"Mhm."

"Is it that record I've been wanting?"

"Nope."

"The necklace?"

"Nuh uh."

"Yeah I got nothing else," you frown, turning back to face the road.

The drive is relatively short, luckily Jakes's house wasn't too far from your own. Usually, Josh would host, but the responsibility was handed to his fancy-pants twin this year.

Josh's parties were typically more put together and bustling with people, Jake's, on the other hand, were a little more reserved than that. Josh's were always packed full, from musicians he'd become friends with over the years to close friends and family. Jake's are mostly close friends and family, with a good amount of exceptions.

"I gotta talk to Jake once we get inside. You okay on your own for a little? I'll find you right after," Danny opens the door for you, shutting it and locking the car after you slip out of the seat. You quirk a brow at his words but don't think much of it "Mhm. Just make it quick."

"It won't take long at all baby, I promise," Danny kisses your head, his hand on the small of your back as he walks you through the door. Sam, standing in the hallway and talking to someone hidden behind a wall, spots you two immediately. "Hey! Look who arrived!" Sam starts to strut toward you, followed by Jake walking out from behind the wall. Oh, Jake.

Of course, you loved Danny more than anything and anyone, but every now and then you'd find yourself waking up to dreams of Jake's hands between your thighs. You're filled with guilt, sometimes to the point of going out of your way to avoid Jake. But who could blame you? You've been to a few of their shows, You've seen how Jake plays. The way his fingers dance across the fretboard, how he looks all hot and sweaty, the way he draws high-pitched wails out of his guitar.

You shake the thoughts from your head, bringing yourself back to reality. "Hey, Sam!" Holding your arms out for a hug, Sam happily accepts. "Hi, Y/N," Jake grins, taking you into a side hug. "Hello, Jacob. Merry Christmas," you match his energy with a smile.

"Well, finding him was easy, huh?" You grin, turning to face Daniel "I'll catch up with you soon, love." You give him a peck before letting them slip off to another area of the house.

"What was that?" Sam tilts his head, holding his cup up in their direction. "I dunno. Danny said he had to talk to Jake, I thought you might've known," you brush it off, seriously not thinking anything at all. "That's interesting. I'll have to get an answer out of him later."

"I can't believe your own brother didn't tell you his plans," you laugh, playfully slapping his bicep. "Is Josh here?" Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you scan around the room for that ray of sunshine everybody loves.

"Yeah, actually he came early to help get ready. He should be around here somewhere," Sam tries to figure out where his brother may be. "No way, Josh?" You jest "Well I'm gonna go look for him... and maybe get a drink. I'll talk to you later Sammy."

Making a beeline straight to the kitchen, you almost instantly hear that familiar voice. You're unsure where it's coming from until you hear that same voice call your name in front of you.

"Josh!" You watch as his face instantly lights up, quickly making his way through the room towards you. "It's so good to see you! How're you liking the party?" He smiles, that big wide grin you've grown to love.

"Merry Christmas, Josh! It's really nice, you guys did so good. The place looks beautiful," you take him into a hug, careful not to spill his drink on his white sweater. Josh quickly quirks a brow and looks behind you "Where's Daniel?"

"With Jake," you smile, "he told me he had to talk to him about something. Do you know what this is about?" Josh's brows knit together "nope."

"You're telling me neither of them told you or Sam?" You give Josh a dubious look, planting your hands on your hips. "I mean Jake had been acting smug but we had no idea Y/N I promise. Maybe it's a surprise," he playfully shakes your arm "You want a drink?"

"Yes please," you smile, pulling your phone from your purse and opening whatever app you set your eyes on first.

Taking a break from scrolling, you look around, searching for any sign of Danny and Jake. "Here," Josh approaches you, holding out a cup for you. "Thanks, Josh," you take it from him with a grin, bringing it up to your lips. It's not too strong, but it still burns as it goes down your throat, Josh knows you well.

You stand there and happily let Josh wrap you into one of his long and sometimes painful conversations, that is until Danny comes up from behind you, gently driving his fingers into your sides and scaring the shit out of you.

"God- damnit Danny!" You whine, slapping his chest. "Sorry. It was really funny though," Daniel laughs through his words, pulling the strap of your purse back over your shoulder.

Almost two hours of listening to the same couple of Christmas songs, one blunt, and three or four glasses of Jake's fine champagne and red wine later, you seemed to have lost sight of your inhibitions.

In Jake's basement, you take turns laying your head on the Kiszka brothers' and your boyfriend's shoulders as they take turns at pool.

Daniel walks up to you, that big wide smug grin plastered across his face as Jake patronizes his brothers for losing at the table. "Hey, Y/N? Can we talk, baby?"

"Uh yeah," you sit up, your brows knitted together in confusion. You let Danny take your arm and drag you through the house, sifting through every affair in your head as he takes you up the stairs.

"Daniel what is this about? Is something wrong?" He doesn't respond, taking you straight through the house and up another set of stairs, leading up to the bedrooms.

Once you realize where you're going, a smirk grows on your lips and your heartbeat speeds up significantly. Daniel backs you into a room, turning on the light just a little with Jake's fancy light 'switch'.

"Y/N, will you sit down for me?" He gestures to the large sofa chair beside the bed, you can tell he's holding back a smirk. "Danny-" he cuts you off.

Kneeling in front of you, his sweet eyes stare into yours "Y/N, remember that gift I had for you?" You nod, flashing him a confused smile. "I know you like Jake, baby," Danny reaches his arm up to move your hair out of your face and cup your hot cheek.

"What?" You feel your entire body flush. You didn't think he knew, how could he know? You don't even like him like that. "Don't act like you don't know, Y/N. I'm not mad."

A horrible feeling manifests it's way into your stomach and swirls around there. You know you shouldn't, but you can't help but feel guilty. It's just attraction, nothing more.

"Danny it's-" once again, he cuts you off. "I told you I'm not mad, sweetheart. I've seen the way you look at him. I know you want to fuck him."

"I mean yeah he's attractive but I like you, Daniel" you fidget with your own hands, trying your hardest to keep eye contact with him. "I know, I trust you sweet girl. I just want you to admit to me that you want to fuck him."

"Daniel, are you serious?" With furrowed brows, you watch him stand up and lean against the wall. "Yes. Be a good girl and tell me."

You huff a humorless laugh and drop your head to look at your lap. "Fine. Yes, Daniel. I want to fuck Jake."

"Atta girl. See how easy that was? Now tell me what about him you like," as he speaks, he removes his belt, his eyes dark and eager. You look at him with an annoyed expression, opening your mouth to protest but letting it die there once you realize he's not gonna drop it.

"Well," you decide to play into it. Have a little fun with it. You knew it was gonna lead to him fucking you either way. "You know how he gets all sweaty and his hair sticks to his neck at the concerts?"

The corners of his mouth tip up to form a smirk, nodding to tell you to continue as he starts to palm his cock through the denim. "And his hands.. the way they can move so fast across the frets and strings."

"His pretty mouth... Oh, and the way he practically fucks his-" Suddenly, the door opens. Your head instantly whips in that direction, eyes widening as you watch Jake walk through the door. With dark eyes trained directly on you, he slams the door behind him and locks it.

"Y/N, baby," Danny takes a languid step towards you, kneeling down in front of you once again. "Me and Jake have been talking about this for a while now. Will you let us fuck you, pretty girl?"

Your eyes blow wide, you want to pinch yourself and wake up, but this is all very real. "A-are you sure?" You squeak out, as quiet as a mouse. "Are you, love?" Jake leans against the bedpost, those dark eyes burning holes into your skin.

"Yes."

"Let us hear you say it, princess," Danny holds your chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look him in the eye.

"Yes, please fuck me."

"Merry Christmas, darling," a sick smirk plays on Jake's lips as he slowly removes his belt. "Danny, why don't you sit down while I take care of your sweet girl here?"

"So this was that gift you had for me?" You grin, standing up and kissing him before walking over to Jake, standing pretty by the bed. "Hey princess," Jake grabs your waist, pulling you into him and instantly laying kisses to your neck.

It feels wrong, yet so right. You reach your arms out, grasping onto his hair and pulling him into you with a breathy moan. "Fuck, you see that, Daniel? So eager..."

A deep groan rumbles up from Danny's chest as he continues to tease himself, running one hand up and down his thigh while he palms himself with the other. "Come sit on my lap, baby," Jake sits down on the bed, rubbing his palm against his thigh, signaling you to sit.

Following him, you sit on his lap, now facing your boyfriend. Jake's calloused hands snake around your body as he nips at and places open mouth kisses to your neck. One of his hands sneaks under the hem of your sweater, his rough hand moving up your abdomen.

Jake's other hand runs up and down your thigh, teasing you as it comes so close to your heat. He could tell you wanted it, the way your body stiffened once his hand just grazed against your panties under your skirt while the other cups your breast.

"Y/N, baby, how bad do you want me to touch your wet little pussy? Tell me, darling. Be honest," his rough fingers kneading the meat of your inner thigh. "Please touch me, Jake. I need it so bad," you practically moan, your hips involuntarily jutting forward once his fingers just barely touch your wet panties.

"Oh yeah? You wanna fuck my fingers, doll?" Jake's hand runs along the damp lace, applying almost no pressure. You manage to mumble out an 'mhm' bucking forward into his touch, your head dropped low and your eyes clamped shut in anticipation.

Jake's hand comes out from underneath your sweater to assist you in shimmying off your panties from underneath your skirt, throwing them over to your boyfriend. Suddenly embarrassed, you try to close your legs but Jake prys them open, hooking your legs over his thighs to keep your legs apart. "Oh Daniel, look at your sweet girl. So fucking wet..."

You give your boyfriend a small smile, watching his eyes darken as he stares at your glistening core, still teasing himself. "M'gonna touch you now, okay?" Jake speaks lowly into your ear, his hand slipping back up into your sweater and pushing your bra up past your breasts.

"Please..." You moan, grasping onto his thighs for dear life. Without hesitation, his hand meets with your clit "god you're so fucking wet, Y/N. Such a pretty little cunt."

You throw your head back with a moan, resting it against Jake's shoulder as his fingers speed up, rubbing tight circles over your weeping clit. "Let yourself feel it, pretty. How good does it feel sweetheart?"

"So good, Jake. Don't stop. Please don't stop," an embarrassingly loud moan escapes your lips as he slips his ring and middle fingers into you, his thumb flicking over your clit. You start to roll your hips into him, pushing yourself down onto his fingers harder. "Fuck," you whine "Oh Jake- fuck."

"Feel it, sweetheart. Just feel it," Jake whispers in your ear, curling his fingers up into you and hitting a particularly sweet spot. "Why don't you tell your boyfriend how good my fingers feel in you, darling?" The pace of his thumb flicking over your clit significantly speeds up, his fingers sweetly fucking into you. "I've heard that you like them."

You try to speak, but as you open your mouth a pornographic moan rips through your chest. He was taunting you. Every time you went to speak he would drive his fingers deeper into you. "Well? You gonna tell him?" Jake takes your jaw in his hand, lifting your head and forcing you to look at Danny, now slowly stroking himself.

"Jake's fingers feel so fucking good," you cry, continuing to fuck his fingers harder. "Do they feel as good as they look, baby?" Daniel growls, swirling his hand around his cock as his lust-blown eyes stay trained on you. "Mhm. So fucking good," Your hand moves from Jake's thigh to his incredibly hard bulge, palming him. "Careful," he drawls out, ramming his fingers into you and pressing down on your clit with his thumb in retaliation.

"Oh, Jake! " You cry, grasping onto his wrist. "Hands to yourself. Are you gonna be a good girl? Huh?" Jake slaps your hand away from him, grabbing both of your wrists and holding them tightly behind your back with one hand.

"Hm? Maybe if you're good I'll let you cum," his fingers slow down, languidly curling up into you while his thumb presses down against your sensitive bud.

You let out a huff, your eyebrows knitted together and your eyes clamping shut. You were there. The pressure building up in your stomach grew more and more intense with each second "Jake I'm- I'm gonna-"

Just as the band in your stomach is about to snap, Jake pulls his fingers from you. You let out a weak whimper at the loss of contact, dropping your head and accepting defeat. You knew if you said something you'd be robbed of another orgasm.

Jake lets you sit there and breathe for a moment, running his hand through your hair and rubbing your thighs. "On your knees," Jake growls, gently pressing his hand against the small of your back and gesturing to the floor. "From now on you call me sir."

A grin plays on your lips as you drop to your knees, facing your boyfriend and taking your bottom lip between your teeth. "Got it?" Jake grabs your hair, pulling your head back and forcing you to look at him.

"Yes, sir," you mutter, your cheeks flushed bright red. "Good girl," Jake smirks "Why don't you touch him, darling?" Jake grabs the back of your head, gently pushing it towards your boyfriend's cock, sitting up nice and pretty.

Without hesitation, you reach up and grab his cock, placing tiny pecks to his tip before slowly stroking up his length. Jake kneels beside you, holding your chin and placing kisses to your neck, his other hand sneaking around to hook under your sweater "arms up."

Jake helps slip your sweater off your body after you lift your arms, throwing it across the room. You quickly go back to stroking your boyfriend, chewing on your lower lips at that familiar feeling of his cock in your hand.

"Use that pretty mouth, sweet girl," Jake takes your hair in a ponytail, open mouth kissing your shoulders. A deep groan rumbles up from Danny's chest as you take him almost fully in your mouth, your hand tightly grasped onto the base of him.

You whine against Danny's cock as Jake's other hand snakes around your body and his fingers come into contact with your clit. "Just keep going, be a good girl and don't stop," Jake whispers in your ear, his raspy voice sending a shiver down your spine.

"Shit," Danny bucks his hips up, pushing himself further to your mouth with a groan. "You're doing so good," Jake praises, his fingers dancing over your sensitive clit. Tears form in your waterline and you moan against Danny's cock as Jake's fingers press against your clit.

The vibration of your voice against his cock paired with the feeling of your soft tongue dragging up & down his length is quick to bring him to the edge. On the other hand, Jake is killing you. His fingers dance along your clit, then quickly pull away as his lips drag along your neck. He repeats that sinister cycle over & over, driving you absolutely crazy.

Warm tears fall from your eyes as you try to ignore both your gag reflex and Jake teasing you. "Oh fuck," Danny groans, his hips jutting up and his cock twitching in your mouth. "You gonna let him fill up your pretty little mouth?" Jake speaks in between sloppy kisses to your back and neck.

Your eyebrows knit together, humming against your boyfriend and frantically nodding your head. "Shit Y/N- fuck," your hand squeezes around him and you take him deeper in your mouth, as if that was even possible. A harsh groan rips through Danny's chest as warm ropes of ivory paint your throat, instantly swallowing it all down.

"Fuck, Y/N you're so good," Jake takes your hair in his hands, forcing you to look up so that he can attack your neck. He stops at a soft spot behind your ear, babying it for a moment, eliciting whimpers from you before moving further down. "So sensitive.." Jake brings his arm around your body, toying with your breast.

"Get on the bed, princess," Danny slowly rises from his seat, Jake following after him. You wish you could sit there and admire the way they look hovering over you, their masculine statures making you feel so tiny.

"Aw she's all intimidated," Jake smirks down at you, resting his hands on his hips. "Are we making you nervous, love?" Danny leans down and pets your hair before grabbing your arm and pulling you up.

Jake takes you in his arms and practically throws you on the bed, quickly climbing on and spreading your legs apart. "You gonna let us use you? Hm? Like our little toy?" Jake purrs, flexing his fingers into your thigh. "Please..." you practically moan, the near animalistic way he's acting makes your cunt throb, begging to be touched in any way possible.

Your boyfriend sits beside you, his lips instantly finding your necks as Jake draws a slow line of kisses up your leg. "Please," you whine, leaning your head back, granting Danny more access to your neck and spreading your legs even further for Jake.

"Poor girl wants it so bad," Jake mutters "and she's been so obedient." You feel Danny snicker against your neck, his hand coming up to knead your breast. "Please what, my girl?" Danny's kisses go lower and lower, his hands snaking behind your back to unclasp your bra.

You start to get fed up. "Please just fuck me. I don't care which one of you it is," you whine, grasping onto Danny's hair. "Oh sweetheart..." Jake smiles up at you, flexing his hand into the meat of your thigh "you can't always get what you want, y'know."

"Jacob, I have been nothing but submissive and sweet for you both an-" you interrupt yourself with a moan as Jake's fingers just barely come into contact with your needy clit. "Aww, can't you wait just a little longer, darling?" Jake lays kisses near your heat, kissing everywhere but the spot where you're aching for him.

"No, Jake. I-I can't," you whine and buck your hips up after Jake lays a kiss to your clit. "You're forgetting something, Y/N." Jake's cocky tone makes you roll your eyes, your hands massaging Danny's scalp as he continues to suck hickeys onto the skin of your clavicle. "You call me sir."

Jake's lips attach to your clit, a loud, desperate moan flying past your lips at the contact. "You gonna be a good girl and stop whining now? Hm?" He speaks between kisses to your soaked cunt. "Y-yes, sir," one of your hands let go of Danny's head to grasp onto Jake's hair.

"Oh fuck," you cry, involuntarily jutting your hips against Jake's mouth. "Mm, does that mouth of his feel good baby?" Daniel asks just before taking your nipple in his mouth, circling it with his tongue. "Mhm. So good," you breathlessly moan, rolling your hips into Jake's tongue.

Without warning, Jake slides two fingers into you. A loud, almost pornographic moan rips through your chest at the feeling. "She's so noisy," Jake chuckles, sharply curling his fingers up into a sensitive spot. You feel Danny snicker against your breast in agreement, sucking the supple skin of your breast into his mouth.

Jake finds a spot that makes you cry the loudest, babying that area until you're nothing but a sweaty, whimpering mess. "Oh god Jake please," your back comes up off the bed, squeaky breaths and moans flying from your open mouth. "That's not it, doll," Jake sends a sharp thrust of his fingers into you before sucking your clit into his mouth.

"Please sir," you cry, on the verge of tears. You feel Jake snicker against your heat, rewarding you with a sweet curl of his fingers up into you. Your eyes roll back into your head, your hands flying to Danny's back and digging into his muscle.

"Holy shit. I'm gonna- oh fuck," your thighs tremble and your fingers dig so deep into Danny's back you fear you might've broken skin.

For the second time, Jake completely pulls away from you. "I'm sorry sweetheart I promise you can cum soon. Just be patient love," Danny hums, pressing a sweet kiss to the base of your neck.

"Such a good girl," Jake praises, smoothing his hands over your thighs. Jake and Danny switch places, Danny settling in between your thighs as Jake's lips smash against your jaw.

"You ready, princess?" Danny grasps the base of his cock, pumping at a painfully slow pace. "Please fuck me, Danny," you moan, reaching down to toy with your clit. Jake chuckles against your neck at your response to Danny, sitting up to unbutton his pants.

As Danny teases your entrance, you reach over to unbutton Jake's shirt, your hands shakily fumbling the buttons. Jake gets his pants down, revealing the incredible tent in his boxers.

Jake juts his hips forward and pets your hair, silently telling you to touch him. Just as you grab his cock, Danny slowly starts to sink his tip into you, a whimper falling past your lips and your hands growing even more shaky.

"c'mon sweetheart. Just focus," Jake runs his hands through your hair, his hips slightly swiveling. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you pull Jake's cock from his boxers. You marvel at it for a moment, taking in all the veins and admiring how hard he is in your hand. He's even bigger than you'd expected, and not to mention, deliciously thick.

"She's in awe, Daniel," Jake snickers, moving a damp piece of hair that was stuck to your face. You hear a low laugh come from Danny's chest as you start to stroke Jake's cock.

Your hands tremble around Jake as Danny continuously teases your cunt, desperate whines falling past your lips. "Let me feel your pretty little mouth, darlin," Jake purrs, his hips jutting forward.

Without hesitation, you take him in you mouth. At the same time, Danny slides into you and stretches you out with one painfully slow thrust. You mumble and moan against Jake, one of your hands finding Danny's locs of curls.

Jake grabs the back of your head, holding you still and forcing his cock down your throat, repeating the action as Danny starts to unapologetically thrust into you. An advantage Danny had that Jake didn't, was that he knew every one of your spots. He knew what would have you falling apart in front of him.

Your eyebrows knit together as you look at your boyfriend, moaning against Jake's cock. "Eyes on Jake, baby," Danny growls, sending a sharp thrust against a sweet spot.

Your eyes clamp shut at the feeling, but when you look back at Jake, he's got a sick grin on his face "Hi princess." Jake pets your hair before his hand snakes down your abdomen, your body covering with goosebumps at the feeling of his rough fingertips dragging down your bare tummy. An embarrassingly loud moan escapes your mouth and vibrates against Jake's cock once Jake starts to toy with your clit.

"Danny, you never told me this sweet girl of yours is so damn filthy," Jake rasps, rubbing sweet circles over your clit. Your eyes clamp shut, you were already almost there. The repeated loss of every orgasm so far has reduced you to nothing but a whining, sensitive mess.

"Oh baby," Danny purrs, thrusting so deep into you as you squeeze and quiver around him. Deep groans rumble up from both Danny and Jake's chests, the feeling of Danny ramming into you mixed with the sweet feeling of Jake's fingers against your needy swollen clit brings tears to your eyes. Not to mention the way Jake's cock is nearly going down your throat.

Jake lets go of your head to wipe hot tears from your cheeks, almost instantly returning the hand to where it was and thrusting even further into your mouth. "So so good for us," Jake whispers, punctuating his words with thrusts into your mouth. Danny doesn't fail to hit every single spot inside of you, you wouldn't be surprised if he'd found a new one.

Moans rip through your chest and you writhe beneath both of them, serving as a warning that you're close. Your eyes clamp shut once again, you're unable to keep quiet against Jake's cock, moans falling from your lips like a waterfall. "Fuck Y/N," you hear Jake groan above you and you open your eyes, watching him as he sends one final thrust into your mouth before his warm release spurts into your mouth.

He keeps you there, forcing you to swallow down every last drop of his release. "So good, Y/N," Jake runs his hand through your damp hair as he pulls out of your mouth. "Oh fuck. Danny!" You cry, grasping onto Jake's wrist for support.

Danny grabs the back of your head, pulling you up by your neck and smashing his lips against yours before dropping you back on the bed. "Oh- I'm close Danny I'm gonna-" you interrupt yourself with a loud, squeaky moan as Jake continues to rub circles over your clit and Danny babies a sweet spot deep within you.

You go to speak, but all that comes out is a high pitched squeak. Your eyes clamp shut and your nails dig into the flesh of Jake's arm "oh fuck- oh my god." Your orgasm creeps up on you, your head going blurry and your body shaking.

For the third time straight, you're robbed of release. Jake moves his hand and Danny pulls himself from you, grasping his cock and stroking it. With one final tug, warm ropes of ivory paint your throbbing heat and tummy. Tears swell up on your waterline and you cover your hot face with your hands, so overwhelmed by everything.

They let you lay there for a moment, collecting yourself as they smooth their hands over your body and wipe away your tears, telling you how good you are.

"c'mon baby, it's Jake's turn," Danny sits on the bed beside you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Jake moves to be where Danny was, a sick look in his eyes as he looks down at your unfortunately soaked cunt.

Without warning, he flips you around, pushing your cheek into the warm sheets and eliciting a small giggle from you. His rough hands smooth over your ass, flexing his fingers into the meat before his thumb comes down to toy with your entrance.

"Fu- Jake please," you whine into the sheets, swiveling your hips for him. You're sure under normal circumstances he'd continue to tease you and make you suffer for longer, but he probably pities you.

With a low chuckle, Jake grabs the base of his cock and drags his tip through your arousal drenched folds. That alone elicits a whiney moan, so when he thrusts into you and stretches you out with one swift movement an incredibly loud moan rips through your chest.

"So fucking tight," Jake groans, pulling nearly all the way out of you before coming back down and hitting a sensitive spot. "Oh Jake!" You cry, pushing yourself back further onto his cock as Danny runs his hand along your back.

"Does it feel good baby? Does my cock feel good in your sweet little pussy?" Jake growls, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, pulling you into him to go even deeper. You frantically nod your head, moans falling from your lips in strings until you can finally moan out a 'yes'.

Jake lays a slap against your ass, the sting eliciting a breathy moan. It's clear he loved whenever you would make the loudest noises, especially when he got you to moan his name. "So fucking filthy," Jake's arm snakes around your waist, pulling you up to be flush against his chest. "Letting us use you like our little fuck toy."

The hand not holding you against him finds your clit, rubbing tight circles to the swollen bud. "Oh fuck- oh my god," you whimper, writhing against Jake's body and struggling to keep your composure. "How good does he feel, love?" Danny tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, cupping your sweaty cheek and stroking it with his thumb.

"So fucking good. He feels so good," you moan, grasping onto Danny's wrist. You hear Jake snicker by your ear, sending a particularly rough thrust into you. "And here I thought you were all innocent," Jake punctuates his words with sharp thrusts, letting go of your waist and grabbing your hair in a ponytail, holding you against him by just your hair as you grasp onto Danny's shoulders

You look at Danny, your incredibly fucked-out expression causing him to snicker. His hands reach up to cup your face, taking you into a sweat kiss in contrast to the rough, unapologetic way Jake's fucking into you.

Jake's cock has completely robbed you of every one of your remaining thoughts, the only thing on your mind being how good he feels. You pull away from Danny's sweet lips, gasping for air as Jake steals the air from your lungs.

"Oh god-" you cry, letting go of Danny's shoulder to grasp Jake's wrist, the feeling of his fingers against your clit becoming almost too much. Danny reaches up to toy with your breasts, taking your nipple in his mouth and taking the bud between his teeth.

Jake's fingers speed up around his clit, his hips rolling into sweet spots and his tip brushing against your cervix. "St- too much," you cry, your orgasm creeping up on you and making itself present. Your hands pull on Danny's curly tresses of hair, your eyes shut so tight it would take a crowbar to pry them open.

You never thought of yourself as a screamer, that is until you feel your orgasm approach. Disgusting strings of profanities and moans erupt from your mouth, you make noises you didn't even know you could make. Jake slows down a bit, making sure he doesn't hurt you or overwhelm you more than you already are, if that was even possible.

"Holy fuck! Jake I'm gonna- I'm," you're unable to finish your sentence before your orgasm shakes your body, rushing through every limb and vein. It's something you're sure you've never felt before, nearly 10x more intense due to the repeated loss of release leading up to now.

Jake's hot release spurts inside you, painting your walls with ivory slick. As Jake lowers you back down to the bed, Danny takes your face in his hands, holding your forehead against his, helping you come back down to earth with a soothing touch.

You go to open your mouth and say something, but all that comes out is a squeaky breath. Danny's unable to hold back the small laugh at your current state, his thumbs caressing the warm surface of your cheeks.

You open your eyes, offering a weak smile to your boyfriend and pressing a kiss to his pretty red lips. "Ready?" You hear Jake behind you, his hands smoothing over the raw skin of your ass. "N- not yet," you breathlessly whisper, cuddling up into your boyfriend's warm body. "Just tell me when, sweetheart," Jake leans over, kissing the skin of your back.

After enough time passes, you give Jake the yes to pull out. Jake's hands dig into the meat of your ass, bearing himself as he starts to pull himself from you. You suck in a breathy moan, a mix of both yours and Jake's juices dripping down your thigh almost instantly after he pulls out.

Danny settles into the bedpost, helping you flip back around and letting you lay on him as Jake gets a cloth wet to clean you up. "You think people are worried?" You giggle, looking up at Danny and reaching for his cheek.

"Well, you were pretty loud," Danny huffs a laugh, his hand running through your hair "but it is a party. It's bound to happen." Your cheeks burn red in embarrassment, knowing people definitely heard just how loud you were being.

Jake comes back with the cloth, his pants loose around his hips and his chest glistening with a thin layer of sweat. "Poor girl," Jake settles in front of you, bringing the damp cloth to your thighs. "She looks so fucked-out," Jake chuckles, paying extra care to make sure not to bother you as he cleans you up.

"Thank you," you smile, taking the back of Jake's neck in your hand and pressing a kiss to his cheek before attempting to stand up.

"You ready to be interrogated?" Danny jests, helping you slip your lingerie and clothes back on your body. "Really funny," you roll your eyes, your cheeks still flushed red with embarrassment.

"Yeah you might be joking but you forget how nosy my brothers are," Jake drives his elbow into Danny's side as he buttons his shirt.

"Yeah well if I get asked one question I'm jumping out of the window," you move your damp hair away from your neck, tying it up with an old hair tie you had on your wrist.

"Thanks Jake, I had fun," you smirk, standing on weak legs and pulling him into a hug before grabbing your boyfriend's hand and leading him out, Jake following suit behind you.

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 9 months ago

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Hi 👋😁 I love the request you did for me with “Too Sweet” and there’s another song that I definitely feel like it’s Eddie called “Your Stupid Face”, I recommend it, and I was wondering if you could do a one-shot or maybe even a two-parter based on that song? Here’s a link to have a listen to it if you want so you know what I mean.

Request by @randomreader1999

♥️💌

God, you hate Eddie Munson and his stupid face.

He has doe eyes. And you're not gazing at him all love-struck or anything, (okay you totally are) but that's not the point, the point is you've always noticed that Eddie had pretty eyes but they've never made you feel this entranced before.

He's gonna notice you're gawking at him idiot you tell yourself and shit, that would be mortifying if he did notice. Fortunately, he's too wrapped up in taking to the rest of Hellfire, his hands gesticulating widely as he teases the rest of the group with what's coming up.

If Eddie did notice you staring then it would be bad, humiliation on a grand scale because you and Eddie? You absolutely do not get on. In fact, for a year you hated his stupid face, his overdramatic expressions and gestures, and the way he seemed to know how to push your buttons.

It had taken you a while to realise that you liked Eddie, and his stupidly handsome face and over-the-top gestures. That was something you refused to admit though as the two of you were like chalk and cheese at the best of times.

He had grown on you, like a fungus as Robin so unhelpfully pointed out.

When he wasn't around you were reminded of him constantly, all his little quirks. The minute you see him again it's like your whole body lights up. It was highly embarrassing.

You were taking that secret to your grave, there was no way that anyone was finding out how much you went all love-struck over Eddie freaking Munson.

💌

Eddie hated you and your stupid face. Okay, that was a lie, at least it had been for the last month or so. Annoyingly Eddie couldn't stop thinking of you and that was horrifying in itself. The two of you were complete opposites, went together like oil and water.

Or at least so Eddie thought. Turns out you had a sweet side, you were beautiful and feisty and sarcastic and Eddie liked all of that.

He also liked arguing with you and seeing your eyes burn with annoyance, the need to one-up him and get the last word. It really turned Eddie on if he was being honest, Jesus H Christ he was so screwed.

The rest of Hellfire took the piss out of him about it, Dustin and Gareth had clocked that Eddie liked you way before Eddie did. Though it might have been obvious because both of you couldn't stay away from each other.

When Eddie wasn't around you, he felt lost. He didn't like feeling like that. You obviously had more effect on him than he realised. Even his Uncle Wayne had noticed the tension between the two of you and that knowing smirk wouldn't leave his face for weeks.

"Boy, you got a crush on that girl or something? Could have sworn your cheeks went red just now"

Nope, nope. He was not letting his uncle tease him about that. It was bad enough that he was attracted to you in the first place, he didn't need all of Hellfire, Uncle Wayne and even that band kid Robin teasing him now.

His best bet was to avoid you until this crush went away. (Although if he was being honest he doubted that would be anytime soon)

...♥️

Fuck, you and Eddie had kissed. One minute the two of you were in some argument then the next minute the two of you were kissing.

It was a stupid argument. To be honest you couldn't remember what it was about. Just that Eddie was as dramatic as usual and you thought he was annoying and hot in equal measure.

Also, he had been avoiding you and that didn't help your traitor heart that ached when he wasn't around.

Then during the argument, he said something stupid and that caused you to rant at him, midway through your rant you noticed the awed look on Eddie's face and the argument died in your throat.

"You know you're beautiful when you're all bossy and shit?" That was the catalyst for the kiss the two of you shared. A hot, messy, perfect kiss.

And now he was avoiding you and you were sure it was because he regretted kissing you.

So as usual you traded insults and hated the bone-deep hurt that nestled inside of you when Eddie insulted you right back.

Maybe he really did hate you? you had fucked up by continuing the kiss that was just a mistake on his end.

God you hated him and his stupidly perfect face.

...

All you wanted was five minutes of peace. Just some time to yourself to process this strange week you've been having.

Of course, Eddie would never let you away with not seeing his dopey face for longer than a few minutes, he walks up to you and you feel tense, was he here to yell at you or use more barbed insults to hurt you?.

Maybe you should have picked a better spot to have some time to yourself than in the woods. Isn't this where he did most of his dealings and stuff?

You're braced for some form of an argument but soften when you notice how gentle his gaze is while on you.

"Why are you here Eddie?" You sigh and look up at the face you've grown to love, really love.

"I've been an asshole. Avoiding you and avoiding talking about the kiss, acting like it meant nothing when it meant everything, I've never felt like this before and it's scary sweetheart, especially because I've spent so long denying my feelings and thinking I hated you"

Oh well shit. You weren't expecting this.

"I haven't been a saint either, I've been burying my feelings and trying to go back to normal and insulting you when all I really wanted to do was kiss your annoyingly gorgeous stupid face" he smiles at that part. "And maybe even date you" you tack on at the end.

He gapes incredulous. "You still wanna date me?" he sounds so surprised that you snort, stand up and lace you're fingers through his.

"Eh, maybe I'm an idiot or something for agreeing to this but I get that you were scared Eddie. I've never felt like this either but I want to explore this, be with you, with the rule that we actually talk to each other about our feelings instead of avoiding them". Suddenly Eddie's grinning and he takes your free hand and kisses it, like a perfect gentleman.

"Request granted my lovely maiden" You roll your eyes but secretly like how sweet he is and kiss him gently.

"Come on Eddie, you owe me a milkshake or two"

And if Eddie followed you like a love-sick puppy afterwards well then that was something he would not repeat to anyone, he had a reputation to uphold after all.

Between the two of you though he admitted he missed you and your stupidly perfect face.

♥️

#enemies to lovers #eddie munson x you #eddie munson

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jessicaloons · 6 months ago

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Chapter 52: THE FINAL CHAPTER

Long live the walls we crashed through - I have the time of my life, with you ♥️

Masterlist - Previous - Epilogue

"I don't want to leave her..." Charles whispered and I smiled, snuggling closer "I don't want to leave you both..." he turned his head a little, looking at me "I call Fred, Ollie can race for me in Baku." he half-heartedly joked.

"Yeah, sure." I rolled my eyes, chuckling.

Charles sighed, pulling me closer to his side, while he cradled Emmie closer to his chest. Our little baby girl happily babbling, enjoying the warmth of her dad's chest. We spent the last days almost only in bed, cuddling and relaxing, watching over our beautiful daughter. Quiet days. Happy days. Exhausting days. But now, with Charles leaving for Baku, leaving me alone with Emmie, I was scared. From the moment she was born, Charles was a natural with her. It was like he was always destined to be a father. He made it look easy. Waking up in the middle of the night, taking care of her, letting me sleep. He was a natural, calming her down, cooing at her, making her fall asleep. A natural at changing diapers, not once looking grossed out by the atrocities that lingered in the dirty diapers. And then there was me. I was unsure of everything I did. Emmie didn't fall asleep in my arms as fast as in Charles, sometimes not falling asleep at all. She didn't calm down, just from hearing my voice alone and changing diapers was one of the worst things I ever had to do. I leaned my head on Charles shoulder, watching Emmie in his arms, the calm and content look on her face, the tiny smirk on her lips. She felt nowhere else as safe as in her dad's arms.

"You're going to wake her up from all that loud thinking." Charles said quietly, looking at me "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

"I'm just thinking about how lucky I am. Having both of you here with me..." I said quietly and he smiled.

"Same. But that's not all... come on. Tell me." he insisted, and I sighed a little "Oh, that bad?"

"I'm just a little... worried?... yeah, worried, when you're gone..." I whispered and Charles turned, looking at me.

"Worried?" he asked and I sighed.

"You're so much better with her than me..."

"Okay, that's bullshit now..." he interrupted me and I glared at him "She's asleep and doesn't understand me anyway... why do you think that I'm so much better with her?"

"She's grumpy, you hold her, she calms down and falls asleep. She's crying, you hold her, she calms down and-..."

"I'm going to stop you right there... she calms down in your arms as well? Even faster! This is no competition-…" he interrupted me and I groaned.

"I know that it’s not a competition! It’s just-… you make it look easy… while I feel like I’m struggling… she’s so into you and I-…" I began quietly, but then stopped, sighing.

"Lizzie this little girl adores you, whenever she hears your voice, her eyes lit up and she tries to look your way... she's not even 2 weeks old but tries to turn her adorable little head!" Charles said and I shook my head slightly "It's the truth... she adores you! And whatever you think I do that looks easy? It’s not. And whatever you feel you’re struggling with? You’re not. You’re doing amazing and Emmie loves you… you're her mum and there is no place she loves to be more than in your arms."

"You mean your arms..." I mumbled and he shook his head, carefully getting up, putting Emmie down in her bassinet.

"Okay.." he sat back down next to me, pulling me into his lap "What's going on? Where's this coming from?"

"Observation?" I mumbled, looking down and he gently grabbed my chin, tilting my head up.

"I tell you what I observe, okay? I see my beautiful wife looking at our beautiful daughter with pure love and adoration. I see my beautiful wife checking in on our beautiful daughter every couple of minutes. I see my beautiful wife waking up every night at the tiniest little sound from our beautiful daughter and even when I get up, feeding her, changing her diapers, I know you're not sleeping, how I tell you too, no, you're awake and only fall back asleep when Emmie is back in her bassinet, sleeping herself." Charles looked at me.

"Yeah... you're feeding her.." I whispered and Charles groaned.

"Is that what's bothering you?"

"What?" I looked away, seeing Emmie stir a little in her bassinet.

"Look at me..." he cupped my cheeks "There's nothing wrong with bottle feeding, you know? It's..."

"I'm her mother and can't even breastfeed her!" I let out, louder than intended. Harsher than intended as well. I closed my eyes, feeling them stinging with tears "I'm her mother, and the one thing I should be able to do, is feeding her. But I can't. And that's-..."

"Nothing to be ashamed of. You tried it. Day and night. It didn't work. Again, there is nothing to be ashamed of. It doesn't make you less a mother. It doesn't make you a bad mother either. You heard the nurse, sometimes it just doesn't work, and there is nothing wrong with that." his eyes boring into mine "Please tell me you understand that. Please tell me you don't think like that."

"I- I don't know... I see you with Emmie and it looks so natural. Like you've never done anything else in your life. And then there's me. I feel like I'm failing her. You. When I can't even do the one thing that I'm supposed to do..."

"And you are doing what you're supposed to do! You take care of her, love her, feed her. Maybe in a different way, but that doesn't matter. You are an amazing mum. Can you please believe me?" Charles wiped some stray tears from my cheeks before he leaned his forehead against mine "You are doing amazing and Emmie couldn't have a better mum. Just like I couldn't have a better wife. So please stop thinking otherwise."

I closed my eyes and swallowed hard against the lump in my throat. Up until this moment I didn't even realise how much it affected me, not being able to breastfeed Emmie, and that my insecurities were coming from that aspect.

"I'm trying to..." I began, but my voice broke.

"I know, cara mia, I know. But please believe me, you're doing your best. You're an amazing mother…" he whispered against my lips and I nodded slowly "And now you need to do me a favour…"

"Sure…" I looked at him and he pecked my lips then smiled.

"I need to see this gorgeous smile of yours… please!" he smiled and I rolled my eyes playfully, but then smiled at him "Belissima… and now come on. Emmie’s sleeping now, let’s have some dinner." he got up and pulled me with him, checking on Emmie before he took my hand in his, walking out of the room "Arlo, stay. Watch your little sister." he scratched his head and Arlo laid down in between the door and the bassinet, his eyes on the door.

"He’s guarding her…" I smiled and leaned down, stroking his side "You’re a good boy, watching over Emmie. Such a good boy."

During my pregnancy, Arlo never left my side, always watching over me. His head on my belly, listening to his little human sister and the moment we walked through the door with Emmie, he did the same with her, always watching her, looking around, making sure that everything was alright.

"He’ll protect her with his life. Both of you." Charles smiled as he pushed me down on a stool at the kitchen island, kissing the top of my head.

"That he will… so what do you want to eat?" I replied but he shook his head.

"I’ll cook… don’t look at me like that! It’s technically still breakfast time… or at least a breakfast would be fine… or breakfast food. Just let me-…" he began, pulling out some bowls, a cutting board, knives and whisks, before he walked over to the fridge rummaging around, returning with an armful of food "I saw a video from Jamie Oliver the other day… and I think I can do that, didn’t look too difficult…"

"And what is that exactly?" I asked and he smiled, chopping some mushrooms.

"Omelette with ricotta, spinach and mushrooms."

"That sounds delicious…" I admitted and he nodded.

"Let’s hope it tastes like it too…"

"I’m sure it will…"

Charles POV:

I packed my bags, ready to leave, although I didn’t want to. I just knew I would miss Lizzie and Emmie horribly and wished to be back at home all the time. But I had to leave and after I checked my bag thoroughly, made sure I didn’t forget anything, I sighed and got up, grabbing my phone while I walked out the room, shooting Joris a text that I was ready to go. Then I walked towards Emmie’s nursery and looked inside, my heart almost bursting with love. Lizzie sitting in the rocket chair, our baby girl cradled to her chest, singing a lullaby, calming her down. Lizzie’s voice was soft, almost angelic and I didn’t even think twice, taking out my phone, starting to film the beautiful scene in front of me. One day I would get her to record a song with me. Something I could take with me, listen to, whenever I would’ve been away and would miss her. Lizzie looked up and smiled at me, making a million butterflies go crazy in my stomach.

"What are you doing?" she raised an eyebrow and I smiled.

"Capturing some memories." I pocketed my phone and walked inside, stopping next to my two girls.

"Are you leaving now?" Lizzie took my hand, squeezing it and I nodded slightly.

"Joris is on the way… I don’t want to leave you…"

"It’s only for a couple of days… it’ll be fine…" Lizzie reassured me.

"I know that you’ll be fine… you’ll do amazing… but I’m going to miss you two so much…" I mumbled and she smiled, getting up carefully.

"Here… cuddle her one last time…" she laid Emmie in my arms and I looked down, our baby girl happily chortling and grinning her toothless grin "Isn’t she adorable…" she whispered and leaned in, putting her head on my shoulder.

"She’s beautiful." I said, gently stroking her cheek, Emmie gripping his finger "You’re so beautiful, baby girl, and so strong!" I cooed and Lizzie giggled.

"How did we make something so special?" she asked and I had to chuckle.

"As soon as I’m back from Baku, I’ll show you how." I whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek.

"Charles!" she gently nudged my shoulder, her cheeks blushing.

"You’ll see, hot mama, you’ll see." I wiggle my eyebrows and she groaned a little.

"Don’t call me that."

"Sexy mamacita?"

"That’s even worse." she laughed when my phone vibrated "I guess that’s Joris…"

"Ignore it… it’ll go away." I kissed Emmie’s nose, cradling her closer to my chest "I’m not leaving. Never. Nope."

"You have to, my lovely husband, you have to…" Lizzie said gently, combing her fingers through my hair.

"You have to send me a daily picture of her. Both of you. All together." I looked at her and she nodded.

"I promise."

"Okay…" I kissed Emmie’s cheek one last time "Bye my beautiful little princess. I’ll be back soon. Please don’t grow too much. I love you so much. You and your mum…" then I gently laid her down in Lizzie’s arms "I love you, cara mia." I smiled at her.

"I love you too." she replied and I kissed her slowly, pulling her carefully closer "You’ll have an amazing time… everything will be alright."

"Yeah…" her voice a little off.

"You’re amazing. It’s going to be fine." one last time reassuring her and she nodded "I love you." I kissed her forehead and she smiled.

"I love you too. And now go. Don’t let Joris wait that long…"

"I’ll text you as soon as I arrive."

"And by that time you’ll have your first picture of us."

"I can’t wait." I hugged both one last time and then grabbed my back, walking towards the door, Arlo already waiting "You take good care of our girls, alright?" I scratched his ears and he trotted away, straight to Lizzie and Emmie.

They would be fine. All 3 of them.

"Ready to talk about Emmie and Lizzie non-stop?" Mia chuckled when we stepped into the media pen and I smiled.

"Finally a topic I love to talk about." I replied when we stopped in front of the Sky UK crew, Natalie Pinkham already smiling at me.

"Charles, congratulations on the arrival of the new family member. How are Lizzie and the baby?" she asked.

"They're both doing amazing, thank you." I smiled.

"From revealing that a little Doetterer-Leclerc was underway, to the actual arrival of the little one, not a lot of time went by?"

"Yeah, we were able to keep this a secret for a long time and then the baby decided to come earlier than planned as well."

"I have to ask, because you haven't revealed anything yet, are we talking about a mini Lizzie or a mini Charles. Or do you want to keep it private." Natalie's eyes sparkled and I laughed.

"Hoenstly, I haven't even answered all text's from 2 weeks ago. Didn't check any of my social media accounts. I just got lost in this beautiful little baby girl..." I beamed and she smiled even more.

"A baby girl? Beautiful."

"That she is, I swear. She looks just like her mum, so no real surprise there. But yeah, the moment I left them both, I already started to miss Lizzie and Emmie."

"A beautiful baby girl named Emmie then? Gorgeous. Congrats again from the whole Sky UK team." Natalie smiled.

"Thank you, thank you."

"Is the new dad going to win this weekend for his daughter and wife?"

"He’s definitely trying his best, that’s for sure." I chuckled "Baku is one of my favourite tracks, that also suits our car very well, so I’d say if we can manage to put everything together, everything is possible."

"Thank you Charles, have an amazing weekend."

"Thank you." I waved her goodbye and followed Mia to my next interview, where most of the questions were about Lizzie and Emmie again.

It didn’t even bother me, answering these kind of questions because I loved nothing more than to talk about them. They were always on my mind and talking about them, helped me coping with the fact that they were thousand of kilometres away from me. As we walked back to the hospitality, I checked my phone, smiled at the daily picture of Emmie, Lizzie promised me to send.

"Charles?" I looked up from my phone, Max and Oscar standing in front of me.

"Hey! What’s up." I smiled at them.

"Congratulations man." Max awkwardly hugged me and I chuckled.

"Yeah, congrats. I guess I’m not your son anymore then." Oscar joked and hugged me as well.

"Thanks guys… and yeah, sorry Oscar… but you got replaced by the most beautiful little baby girl." I shrugged and he laughed.

"How’s Lizzie?" Max asked and I smiled.

"Amazing. She’s the best mum, I swear."

"And the little one?"

"She’s the most beautiful little baby girl. Seriously. She’s gorgeous. I could just look at her for hours, not gonna lie, I did that back home… You wanna see some pictures?" I asked.

"Is that even a question?" Oscar rolled his eyes and I showed them the newest pictures of Emmie "Oh wow, she’s adorable."

"What a cute little princess." Max added and I nodded.

"She’s so gorgeous. And her smile? Just like Lizzie’s." I beamed and swiped through the pictures.

"Man, look at you. All grown up." Max said, a big smile on his face "Married to the pretty girl from karting. Father of a beautiful baby girl…"

"World champion." Oscar added and I laughed.

"Yeah. You have it all now, you could stop crushing us on track and, you know…" Max wiggled his eyebrows.

"Oh you better be quiet Mr. 3-time-world-champion Max Verstappen! I only won once!" I nudged his shoulder and he shrugged.

"What about both of you just stop and leave the rest of us alone?" Oscar threw in and Max laughed, shaking his head.

"Yeah no. Not gonna happen, at least not soon, right?" he looked at me and I nodded.

"Yup. I have a family now that I have to make proud…"

"As if they weren’t proud already."

"Maybe, but one title isn’t enough. So, nope, Aussie boy." I laughed when Mia pointed at her watch "And now you’ll have to excuse me, I gotta go."

"Alright. See you later, say hi to Lizzie." Max patted my back and I nodded.

"Yeah, tell her that we miss her." Oscar added.

"Will do." I smiled and followed Mia.

"Sorry but it’s Silvia. You know her." she chuckled a little and I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah… unfortunately I do…"

I sat down on the sofa, Emmie sleeping away in her bassinet, Arlo curled up right next to her, and switched on the TV, ready to watch the race.

"Lizzie?" Mum's voice coming from downstairs.

"I'm up here." I said, zapping through the channels.

"You should sleep, not watch the race.." Pascale said when they rounded the corner and I shrugged my shoulders "He can race without you watching, you know?"

"Golden rule, always sleep when the baby sleeps." Mum looked into the bassinet before she sat down next to me "And you look tired..."

"She didn't sleep much last night."

"That's why you should sleep now." Mum squeezed my hand, but I shook my head.

"When I sleep now, l have trouble sleeping tonight, if this little gremlin lets me sleep, of course..." I yawned while Mum and Pascale exchanged glances.

"You could put the bassinet in the guest bedroom tonight? I’ll take care of her and you have a night’s full of sleep?" Mum suggested carefully.

"She’s like me… every 2 hours like a clockwork… sometimes even every hour…" I mumbled.

"See? If she’s like you I can handle it easily. I’ll take her tonight and you sleep…"

"Yeah Lizzie… you look like you haven’t slept for days… a good night’s rest will do wonders…" Pascale agreed and I sighed, watching the camera pan onto Charles, sitting in his car, visor up.

The camera man seemed to love Charles eyes, zooming in on them, showing the beautiful shades of blue and green, the sparkle in them.

"Honestly? If that’s okay for you, mum?" I said quietly and she squeezed my arm.

"Of course! You sleep I watch my beautiful granddaughter…"

"And I come tomorrow morning and bring some fresh pastries, then we can have a nice breakfast." Pascale smiled and I had to look up for a moment, not wanting to cry.

"Thank you so much… it’s- it’s really not that easy as it always looks…" I whispered and they both chuckled gently.

"No it’s not, but it’s okay to accept help. You’re all alone, Charles gone, a newborn at home… it’s okay to get a little help here and there… especially when it means that we get to spend some time with our beautiful granddaughter, giving you a little breaks." Pascale reassured me and I smiled.

"You’re doing just fine, but a little rest will do wonders, you’ll see. And Pascale is right, everything to spend time with our gorgeous little girl." Mum added and I leaned my head against her shoulder "Let’s watch the race, have some dinner and then you’ll go and have a long bath and then go to bed and sleep as much as you can."

"Sounds like a plan. A really good plan…"

"Can you believe it? She’s already one month old!" I whispered and Charles gently kissed Emmie’s forehead.

"Time is flying… I don’t like that." he mumbled.

"Yeah, same…" I chuckled a little and watched him looking at our daughter with heart eyes "That was a tough race in Singapore…" I began, watching his shoulders tense.

"Lizzie…" he sighed and I squeezed his thigh a little.

"I know you don’t want to talk about it… but, please, don’t beat yourself up…" I said quietly.

"I’m a world champion and still make stupid mistakes like that… I should’ve won… but instead I locked up and had a flat spot…"

"Your brakes were imbalanced…"

"Still… but it’s okay, Lewis won. At least a Ferrari win." he whispered and I nodded.

"You’re still ahead of Max, it’s fine. You’ll win the next races then…" I kissed his cheek and he sighed a little.

"Yeah the next races that separate me from you for such a long time… I think I’m flying home after Mexico… it’s just too long." Charles looked at me "I don’t want to be separated for weeks from you… and with Vegas coming up after? With another 2 weeks break? It’s too much…"

"I was thinking… and I know it’s kinda too early, Emmie is too young, I think… and I don’t know maybe it’s crazy? But what if we fly to Mexico? After the race weekend? We could stay in Mexico for a couple of days, head to Brazil, then stay in Brazil for a couple of days before you’re leaving to Vegas and we can head back home?" I suggested carefully and Charles eyes lit up, a smile adorning his face, dimples on full display.

"Oh god cara mia, I wanted to ask you to come with me, but wasn’t sure what you would say… I would love that! Really!" he kissed my cheek, pulling me close "You think it’s okay? Flying with her already? I don’t want it to be too exhausting for the both of you?"

"It’s going to be fine…" I smiled and he got up, pulling me with him.

"Okay, I’ll plan everything. This is going to be our first trip as family…"

"Tone your excitement down a little or you’re going to wake up Emmie!" I shushed him and he looked at me apologetically.

"Sorry." he said sheepishly and I laughed.

"We need a passport for her. And I have to check my passport. Because I don’t know if mine is still valid now that my name’s changed…"

"I’ll sort it all out, don’t worry, for now I just want to cuddle with my two girls… I missed you." he pulled me with him towards our bedroom.

"But only a little bit! Sissy is coming over later on…" I said and he nodded.

"Only a little cuddle session." he climbed onto the bed, Emmie splayed out on his chest, holding out his hand for me "Come on now!" I took his hand and let him pull me to his side "This is perfection…"

"Almost… Arlo…" I said loudly and our floofball strode into the room "Up." I patted the space next to me and he quickly followed my hand, rolling himself up next to me, his head on my side "Now it’s perfect."

Charles POV:

"Come on, little princess. Let’s give your mummy a little time for herself!" I whispered as I gently laid her on the changing table, she gifted me her gorgeous smile and I kissed her forehead "You’re my beautiful baby girl, right?" I smiled and changed her diapers and dressed her up.

Then I walked back into our bedroom, laid her next to Lizzie and put on some sport shorts and a t-shirt. As I laced my sneakers Lizzie turned her head and nuzzled her nose against Emmie’s, who began to babble and smiled at her mum.

"Good morning my beautiful girl. Who dressed you up, making you look this cute?" Lizzie whispered and I stepped next to her.

"Her stylish dad of course, cara mia. And we’re leaving now, so you go ahead and sleep as long as you want, breakfast is waiting in the kitchen for you. I’ll go for a run and my little Emmie is coming with me, right?" I said and as I tickled her stomach she began to chortle adorably.

I picked her up, gave Lizzie a kiss on the cheek and together we left the bedroom.

"Let’s get you in the stroller and then we’re good to go!" I said and put her in, securing her.

Then I threw my phone and keys into the bag at the stroller, put Arlo’s leash on his harness and we left the apartment. It was a quiet but sunny Friday morning, not many people out on the streets and I enjoyed the solitude. We walked past the harbour when I spotted someone familiar, walking our way.

"Max." I said and he took his AirPods out.

"Hey Charles, Arlo…" he bent down, scratching his ears "And that must be baby Emmie then." he smiled, standing next to me, looking into the stroller.

"That’s baby Emmie." I said proudly.

"She’s adorable." Max looked at me "I guess we can be glad that she looks more like her mum…" he joked.

"Not gonna argue with that." I laughed, shrugging my shoulders.

"How’s everything going at home?" he asked and I nodded.

"Yeah, it’s okay. Takes some time to accustom to everything I guess, but we’re getting there." I said, right when Emmie began to stir, making herself heard "What’s going on, my little princess?" I bent down, carefully picking her up, gently bouncing her up and down "Emmie, can you show Max your beautiful smile? Come one baby girl… yes that’s it." she began to smile a little and Max looked at her.

"She’s so cute. Look at you, with your little daughter on a run… mate we’re grown up…" he said, smiling from ear to ear.

"Yeah… it really seems so…" I sighed a little "But honestly? This is better than I ever imagined, so I take it." I said, Emmie nuzzling her little face into my chest.

"You look happy, truly happy, mate." Max nudged my shoulder and I smiled.

"I am. Really. For the first time it seems like everything is going my way… my private life, my career…"

"I’m happy for you. Really…"

"Thanks mate, I really appreciate it… and who knows… you and Kelly… maybe there’s a little Max coming soon." I winked at him and he held up his hands laughing.

"Oh no. I have time. I watch you doing it for a while first… I think I’m not ready yet."

I laughed, making Emmie looking up at me, her big eyes shining.

"Believe me… the moment you hold your baby for the first time… it just hits you… ready or not, doesn’t matter." I smiled, kissing Emmie’s forehead.

"Yeah, maybe…" he shrugged.

"You just look in their little face and it’s game over… your falling heads over heels…"

"I can tell."

"Yeah… again, not gonna argue with that… but then again, I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all."

"Welcome aboard Miss Leclerc and Miss Emmie, we prepared everything for you…" the flight attendant welcomed us on board and I smiled at her.

"Thank you." I followed her inside and sat my bag down "Your brother is crazy. We could’ve just fly commercial. This is ridiculous." I turned and looked at Arthur, who sat down Emmie’s seat and diaper bag.

"You know him. Nothing's good enough for his two girls… his words not mine…" he laughed and I sighed, handing him Emmie while I pulled the baby carrier out of the diaper bag, securing it around my chest.

"Yeah… but it’s too much…" I said as he handed me Emmie back and I strapped her into the carrier "At least I could talk him out of hiring a bodyguard…"

"That’s why I’m here." Arthur said with a wide chest.

"Sure… you…" Lorenzo stepped inside the jet, followed by Charlotte, and I laughed.

"I would say we are safe because of our two strong bodyguards…" I said and Arthur rolled his eyes a little.

"Whatever." he mumbled.

"Don’t be sour, little one." Lorenzo chuckled and sat down in front of me "Ready for your first flight with Emmie?"

"Second flight…" I corrected him and he looked confused but then it hit him.

"They flew from Italy back home… did you forget about that?" Charlotte said and he laughed.

"Yeah… our little girlie was flying already when she was only 3 days old." I kissed her head, listening to her tiny snores.

"Excited to see Charles?" Lorenzo asked when the flight attendant asked us to put on our seatbelts because we would start in the next minutes.

"Of course! I miss him… we miss him… it’s so quiet at home without him. I only hear my voice the whole day and I swear it’s driving me nuts." I sighed.

"You’ll see him soon enough." he squeezed my hand.

"And I told you to call me, if you don’t want to be alone…" Charlotte looked at me pointedly.

"I know, I know, sorry." I held up my hands when the jet started to take off.

"For now you have Charles to not be alone. And after that, we’ll see…" she smiled and I nodded, looking down at Emmie, who still slept soundly.

I looked out of the window, excited to see Charles after two weeks again. Although it was only two weeks it felt like a little eternity and I knew that for Charles it was even harder to leave not just me, but also Emmie behind. The jet didn’t even properly stopped, the doors weren’t opened yet, the first text of Charles already came through, asking if we already landed. The whole way to the little beach resort he texted, asking how long we would take.

"Go, before he totally freaks out. We handle the luggage." Charlotte smiled and I got out, taking Emmie out of her arms.

I turned around, walking towards the private villa when the door already flew open, Charles sprinting towards us.

"Cara mia, I’ve missed you so much…" his lips on mine, taking my breath away "And you, little princess. I missed you so much…" he cradled Emmie to his chest, pulling me into him "Finally I have you with me again…" he whispered, kissing the side of my head.

"Congrats on your win yesterday…" I whispered kissing his cheek "You were amazing."

"It was nice, yeah, but having you two here is even better…" he mumbled into my hair, inhaling deeply "Come on, I show you around…"

"You don’t want to say hi to the rest?" I scolded him a little "Or help with the luggage of your wife and daughter?"

"Okay, okay…" he sighed pecking my lips once more, before he gently put Emmie back into my arms.

I chuckled and watched him welcome his brothers and Charlotte, helping with our luggage. He then showed us around, Joris already sitting outside on the terrace waving at us, when we stopped in our bedroom upstairs.

"I get Emmie ready to take a nap, and then I’m coming downstairs." I smiled but Charles shook his head.

"I get her ready and you go down and relax…" he kissed my forehead and I smiled.

"Okay… I’ll leave you to it." I kissed his cheek and left, joining the others on the terrace, but when Charles didn’t come down to us after almost an hour I decided to check in on the two.

"Charles?" I looked inside our bedroom, Charles standing over the bassinet "You can leave her alone… she’s safe in there…" I whispered, hugging him from behind.

"I know… it’s just that I missed her… so much! I need just a little longer with her… I feel like I’ve missed so much of her life already, even though I’ve been only gone for 2 weeks." he whispered back, gently stroking Emmies back "I’ll be coming down in a couple of minutes."

I smiled at him, before I placed a kiss on his shoulder.

"Take all the time you need, my love."

"Mhhh I like that…"

"When I call you my love?" I asked and he nodded.

"It’s silly I know, but I like the sound of it."

"It’s not silly." I chuckled and pulled away a little, stepping next to him "I love you. And we’re so happy to be here with you. Having some nice days with you. Watching you race next weekend."

"My two girls watching me means I have to fight even harder, I want you to see me win…" he looked at me and I smiled "And win the title…"

"Of course." I laughed and he pulled me into him.

"I’m so happy that you’re here." he buried his face in the crook of my neck "You have no idea."

"Believe me, I have. I missed you just as much…"

"I love you. Both of you."

"We love you too."

My heart was almost beating out of my chest. Charles and Max both racing like there was no tomorrow, both adamant to set the fastest lap. It looked more than once like one would lose the car and crash out.

"Why are they risking so much?" I mumbled and Arthur squeezed my hand.

"You know them… you weren’t much better as well…" he said and I glared at him.

"I wasn’t that reckless!" I said and looked back on the screen, Charles setting the current fast lap, just for Max to beat the time by the tinniest margin.

I was anxious, almost nauseous with how they were chasing each other, something I felt the first time watching Charles race in Baku, where he was close to grazing the walls more than once. I didn’t know why, but for some reason, watching a race, watching Charles chasing victory, taking risks, was giving me almost a heart attack, more than once. I didn’t understand why, thinking back that just a year ago I was racing the very same tracks.

"Lizzie?" Charlotte said gently and I looked at her, Emmie in her arms crying "I tried to calm her down, but I think she wants her mum…"

"Hey pretty girl…" I cooed at her, cradling her to my chest, gently swaying around.

I rubbed soothing circles on her back, shushing her a little. I didn’t focus on the quali session, only on Emmie, when the garage around us erupted in cheers, and I looked back on the screen, seeing Charles last lap. Always on the limit, always right on the kerb, but he set the fastest lap, and would start tomorrow’s race from pole position.

"He did amazing!" Arthur cheered, gently cooing at Emmie "Your dad did amazing, baby girl. He kicked Max’ ass!"

"Arthur!" Lorenzo and Charlotte said in unison.

"As if she would understand me." he rolled his eyes.

"You’re like Charles…" I chuckled a little, still feeling a little anxious about the way Charles drove.

"Are you okay?" Charlotte looked at me "You look a little tense?"

"I’m good, don’t worry." I forced out a smile and nodded "He did really good."

"He did indeed." Lorenzo smiled at us "You want to come to the fence?"

"Oh no, I need to feed Emmie… I think I’ll head back to the hospitality." I said hastily and he nodded.

I left the garage and walked back to the hospitality. My mind reeling why all of a sudden I couldn’t watch Charles racing anymore, without almost having a heart attack. In the hospitality I sat down, preparing Emmie’s bottle and then feed her, when slowly but steady more and more people joined me inside. All comment about how cute Emmie was and how happy they were for Charles and I. I smiled and thanked everyone, the thoughts of Charles and his reckless driving getting pushed deeper and deeper into the back of my head until Charles himself showed up, telling me to go back to the hotel with Lorenzo, Charlotte and Arthur, that he had to stay a little longer.

"I’ll see you later… or in the morning…" he kissed first Emmie’s cheek and then me "I love you."

"I love you too… oh and congrats on the pole…" I smiled at him and he kissed the side of my head.

"Thanks, cara mia… I want to make you proud tomorrow…"

"Come back to us, be safe, and I’m happy. More than happy." I said and he nodded slightly.

"I will. Always."

Charles POV:

"Where is Lizzie?" I looked around as everyone was congratulating me and Andrea and Joris only looked away "What’s wrong? Did something happen? Is she okay? Is Emmie okay?"

"They’re both fine… it’s just. Well, umm Lizzie’s a bit… a bit emotional…" Lorenzo said and I smiled "Oh, no not in a positive way for you!"

"What do you mean?" I asked as I was ushered away for my interview but I turned away and looked at Lorenzo "What do you mean?" but he just shook his head and I was confused.

The interview went by in a blur as well as the podium celebrations, I looked down but couldn’t see Lizzie anywhere. When I returned to the garage I looked around.

"She’s in your room." Andrea said and I nodded. I carefully opened the door in case that Emmie was sleeping and my heart almost bursted when I saw Lizzie, sitting on the couch, our baby girl in her arms, peacefully sleeping as her beautiful mum sang gently to her. I closed the door and walked closer, then I saw Lizzie’s red eyes, stray tears running down her face.

"Cara mia? What happened?" I asked her and she flinched a little, but she didn’t look up or answered me "Baby? What’s wrong?"

She inhaled loudly, closed her eyes, paused a moment and exhaled.

"I think I can’t do this any longer…" she whispered, still not looking at me and my guts twisted.

"What do you mean?" I asked, voice laced with worry "What can’t you do any longer?" I was scared.

"This! Watching you race like that! Only one mistake from you or Max and you would end up in a wall! I can’t watch you being so… so careless!" she began, her whole body now trembling, fresh tears staining her cheeks "It’s not just you and me anymore! We have a baby now! I don’t want to raise our daughter without you, only showing her pictures from you! There are already too many people Emmie will only know from pictures! I don’t want you to be one of them!"

"Hey, hey! Cara mia look at me! Lizzie!" I kneeled in front of her, one hand under her chin, gently making her looking at me "You know that I’m fighting for the title? That the races will be now a little bit more heated? But cara mia, I would never risk anything that would prevent me from coming back to my two girls! Okay? I know todays race was a bit tougher then usually, but I had it under control, I would brake if I knew that I had to! I would never take the risk of not coming back to you!"

"But you did today!" she said loudly and Emmie woke up, looking around "Oh no, hey my little Emmie, it’s all good. All good baby girl." Lizzie cradled her in her arms but Emmie started crying "Please baby girl, I’m sorry… please don’t cry…" but Emmie felt her mums troubled feelings and wouldn’t calm down "I’m sorry, I’m making everything wrong today! I spoiled your good mood, ruined your win! And now I can’t even take care of our daughter, can’t calm her down! What kind of a mum am I?" Lizzie started now trembling even more and I gently took Emmie from her shaking arms, cradling her to my chest, then I sat down next to Lizzie and pulled her close to my side.

"Hey, stop that, okay? You’re an amazing mum, she just feels that you’re upset and she doesn’t like it when you’re upset! And I don’t like it as well, especially when I’m the reason! It’s okay, cara mia! You didn’t ruin anything! I won a race and I came back to my beautiful girls, nothing could ruin that!" I whispered to Lizzie and gently cooed at Emmie, who calmed down slowly. "We’re good. We’re all good! And look at you, my little princess Emmie, with your gorgeous eyes, the same gorgeous eyes like your beautiful mums! Yes, that’s right my little girl! You and your mum are the prettiest girls! Oh! Especially when you’re giving me that smile my little baby girl! Now I just need that same smile from your amazing mum, right? Yes you want that too, I knew it! So mum? Will you give us that smile? Please?" I looked at Lizzie, her cheeks turned red and she slowly started to smile "Look at that Emmie! There it is! That’s the smile that makes your daddy week in the knees and his insides melt into liquid! Oh and the butterflies, Emmie! The butterflies are the best but also the worst!" Lizzie giggled a little and I kissed her temple. She took a deep breath and gently stroke over Emmie’s head.

"I’m sorry, Charles. I didn’t want to… I didn’t thought that I…umm I don’t know. I just saw you both lock up, you turning into Max, he didn’t give you much space but you going for the corner anyway… and I was scared. I don’t know. Ridiculous. I was driving just a year ago as well on this track, probably just as reckless… it’s just, we’re having Emmie now and I was just so scared…" Lizzie whispered but I shook my head.

"Maybe it was too early, to come to a race? I mean I love having you here! But she’s only 2 months old and I think your emotions are all over the place because of your hormones, cara mia… I know I wanted to have you by my side, because honestly every moment I miss with her is literally killing me… but yeah... we have another week to relax a little and then you’ll fly home and then the season isn’t that long anyway anymore… 3 more races will be fine…" I said and Lizzie nodded hesitantly.

"I’m sorry, I thought I would be strong enough…" she whispered but I only chuckled.

"Oh cara mia, you’re the strongest person out there!" I said and she only shook her head.

"I don’t know, I can’t even watch a race because I’m so scared of losing you… that something happens and Emmie and I would be alone…" she sighed and I looked down at Emmie, who smiled at me, listening to our conversation as if she understood that what we were saying was something important and she had to stay quiet for it. I kissed her forehead and she reached for my face with her little hands, I had everything I ever wanted right here with me, Lizzie was my wife, we had a adorable baby girl, I won the title last year and had good chances on winning it again this year. What else was there to get?

"Do you want me to retire? Stop racing?" I asked and Lizzies eyes widened.

"I would never ask that from you!" she was shocked.

"You didn’t ask me, I’m offering. I would do it, for you, for Emmie! You’re worth more than any title that I could win! I have everything I’ve ever dreamed of, you, Emmie, I won the title… I would retire if that would make you feel better…" I said and Lizzie shook her head.

"No, because I know that you have it in you to win more titles and I know that you would always regret it, no, don’t look at me like that, I know it because I feel the same. I don’t regret my decision to retire. I regret that I had to make this decision, that I had no choice. I miss racing. Every single day. The only thing that keeps me sane is Emmie and watching you race. I love you, Charles, but you’re not doing that! You’re not retiring because you think you have to for me. Today was because I’m still really emotional, give me some time and I will be back to normal!" she kissed my cheek and then Emmies "You’re going now to your press conference and I’ll feed her and then make her sleep again!"

I kissed her, held her close for a moment before I gently laid Emmie back into her arms, and gave both one last kiss on their foreheads and left.

I watched Lizzie sit at the pool, her legs dangling in the water, Emmie in her arm, gently letting some water dropping from her hand onto our little girls back. Both looked at ease. Both beautiful. I took a picture, setting it immediately as my new lock screen when Lizzie looked my way, waving with Emmie’s little hand at me.

"Here you go. Cold drink for the lady. Escort service for the little lady."

"Eww. Don’t ever say that again…" Lizzie scrunched her nose when I took Emmie in my arms, handing her mum her drink.

"But it’s true…" I shrugged, walking back inside with her, taking off her diaper, sliding on a cute little bathing suit and then walked out again.

I adjusted the beach umbrella and sat down next to Lizzie, who sat now in the Baja shelf, the water pooling around my waist, Emmie’s toes dipping into the water, making her giggle. I leaned back against the edge of the pool, Lizzie next to me making sure that Emmie wasn’t overheating, gently rubbing her back and arms with her cool hands.

"I could get used to this. Only relaxing with my two pretty girls, a tropical paradise…" I whispered, turning Emmie around, sitting her down in my lap "Is that too deep?" I looked down at Emmie, now in the water until her little stomach.

"No, I think it’s fine… for a little while…" Lizzie smiled, bending down to kiss Emmie’s chubby cheek "And it looks like she enjoys it as well, so…"

"I enjoy it too, being here with you…" I smiled at her and she squeezed my thigh a little "Seriously, can’t the seasons not be over now."

"It’s over as soon as you won your second title…"

"Hmm… maybe…" I looked down, kissing Emmie’s head.

"Come on, only 3 races left. That’s manageable." she cupped my cheek, her thumb gently stroking up and down.

"Yeah but the next 3 races are all back to back… no break in between…" I sighed, leaning into her touch "That’s more than 3 weeks without you two…"

"I know, pretty boy, I know. But as soon as the season is over, you’ll have plenty of time with us."

"And I will need that time." I kissed Emmie’s head, lifting her out of the water "Time with my beautiful girls."

"You’ll get all the time that you want." Lizzie reassured me, leaning against my shoulder, cooing at Emmie "I fly back home, you win your title and then you’ll come back to us as a two time world champion."

"That easy?" I chuckled and she smiled.

"Yup… that easy… only-…"

"… 3 more races…" I sighed.

"Exactly… 3 more races…"

"Tell me we have it?"

"You have it..."

"We did it?"

"You did it..."

"Ferrari won?"

"Both titles... good job, Charles. What a last lap."

I couldn't believe it. We did it. The team. Lewis and I. We did it. After 17 years, Ferrari finally won the constructors' championship again. Both titles would go to Maranello. I began to cheer. Scream. Sing. It went all by in a haze of emotions, colours and chants from the moment I parked my car next to Lewis', who stood on the hood of his car, celebrating his win. When he saw me approaching, he jumped off his car, straight into me and we began to cheer, the fireworks above us illuminating the sky above Abu Dhabi.

"You did it mate! Fastest lap! We won the constructors!" Lewis clapped my back, and I shook my head.

"We did it! That's the whole team's achievement!" I smiled and we walked over to our team, welcoming us with loud cheers, waving flags and bis smiles on all their faces.

Fred stood at the left, wiping his eyes, old softie, behind him John Elkann, and for the first time since I knew him, he looked truly overwhelmed with emotions, eyes glistening.

We jumped into the awaiting arms of our team, all engulfing us like a wave washing over the shore. A sea of red only. Alessandro, Massimo, Mario, all wiping away their tears. Fabrizio switching between Lewis' and me, littering our helmets with kisses.

After another moment we pulled away, waving at our team while walking back, taking our helmets off and putting them down.

"Congrats, champions." Max said behind us, and we turned around.

I knew Max long enough to know that it was a tough pill to swallow for him, missing out on the title himself for 2 years in a row now, but now also losing the constructors and after tonight's race even P2 in the drivers' standings. But he held his head up high. A genuine smile on his face.

"Thanks Max." I smiled and hugged him.

"It was fun, finally fighting both Ferrari's again..." he chuckled and clapped Lewis back, walking back to his table and I had to supress the laughter when wiping my face, taking a large swig of my water. I watched Lewis walking up to his interview, a big grin, matching my own, on his face. I waved at the fans behind the fence, who cheered and clapped loudly for Lewis, who thanked the team, the fans, his family for the support throughout the season. He then turned to me, waving me over and I raised and eyebrow but followed his invitation.

"And a big thanks and congrats to this guy. I said it years ago, he's going to be a world champion one of the big names. And I was right, he drove another brilliant season and I don't know how he extracted that much pace for the last lap to win us the fastest tap, which was the point that was needed to win the constructors championship." Lewis smiled, handing me the microphone, and Jenson Button, who held the post race interviews looked at me.

"Charles, congratulations on your second world championship. It was already a done deal in Qatar, but still. How does it feel, winning the title for a second time in a row?"

"Incredible? Amazing? Unbelievable? Honestly winning one title already felt like a dream. But you know how they say? The first time was so nice, I had to do it twice." I chuckled and Lewis nudged my shoulder a little "No for real. This year it's even better, with winning the constructor's as well. After 17 years, both titles go back to Maranello."

"Tell us, how big is the party going to be tonight?" Jenson wiggled his eyebrows and Lewis grinned.

"I would say pretty big but yeah, not sure everyone will be in attendance..." he looked at me and I was confused for a moment.

"I don't know where you'll be, but I'm definitely going to cele-..." I began but then followed his look.

My eyes landed on Lizzie and Emmie. My girls. Both clad in Ferrari clothing. Lizzie wearing a shirt, Emmie a cute onesie, paired with Ferrari earmuffs. I only shoved the microphone back into Lewis hand and sprinted off. Running to my girls. Both looking at me, Lizzie's smile only fuelling me on, to run faster. The moment I reached them I pulled them carefully into me, crushing my lips onto Lizzie's taking her and my breath away. As I slowly pulled away, I looked down. Emmie's big blue orbs already on my face, an adorable smile on her little, plush lips, tiny dimples forming.

"Hi..." Lizzie whispered, and I looked up at her, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Hi, my pretty girls." I whispered back, leaning my forehead against hers and closing my eyes "19 days without you is way too much..."

"Someone counted the days?" Lizzie chuckled and I nodded slightly, pulling away.

"Hours, minutes, seconds..."

"Don't be dramatic." she laughed and carefully held Emmie up.

"I'm not dramatic, just honest." I pouted, cradling Emmie to my chest "I missed you so much, my little Emmie."

"I guess I can go then..." Lizzie said and took one step away, but I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close.

"Oh, definitely not. I missed you too. I missed both of you so much."

"We missed you too, like a lot." she said, leaning her head against my shoulder, watching Emmie smiling at us "I thought we could come and say hi, watch you celebrate your second title."

"Watching races is okay again then?" | whispered and she sighed.

"It never wasn't. It's just... I don't know. I was too emotional that day. And had a bad feeling... but we just arrived at the hotel when the race started, so we didn't watch today..." she replied, and I nodded.

"I don't care if you watched it or not. You're here now. Both of you, that's all that matters to me." kissed the side of her head and then cooed at Emmie, who babbled excitedly.

"Charles?" Andrea's voice interrupted my bliss and I turned a little.

"Go, there's a trophy waiting for you." Lizzie took Emmie out of my arms, and I sighed.

"I'll be right back." I kissed first Emmie's and then Lizzie's cheek and then walked off, straight into the cool down room where Lewis and Max were already waiting.

"Look at him, he won his second championship last weekend but didn't smile that hard like he’s now smiling..." Max chuckled.

"Yeah, you can leave the trophies to us, looks like you already won the best ones anyway." Lewis agreed and I laughed.

"You're not even wrong there..." I nodded when Max was called first out on the podium, followed by me and lastly Lewis.

One last time the Italian anthem. One last time les toreadors. One last champagne shower and the 2025 season came to an end. And as the champagne soaked my race suit, the confetti blurred my vision, I looked down. Searched the crowd. There they were. My two favourite girls. Lizzie and Emmie. My whole world smiling up at me. I won 2 titles now. One for each one of the loves of my life.

The End ♥️

Chapter 52 - The final chapter… a well deserved happy ending for Lizzie and Charles ♥️ together with baby Emmie and Arlo they start their new life as a little happy family ♥️

But before it’s the final goodbye, you’ll get an Epilogue with a little more of our little family… stay tuned!

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