#julie looks gorgeous in anything but this is the best look

[ifwdominicfike]

the words i cant say

summary - matt is infatuated with you, you’re all he ever thinks about now. having no one to let these secrets out to, he decided why not write about them instead..

it was killing him, having to keep these secrets to himself for so long was tiring. the only thing being his outlet was his journal, pages among pages filled with him just rambling about you. of course he would never tell you these things, afraid of going over your boundaries and ruining the whole friendship.

if you were to ask him what he loved most about you he wouldn’t be able to answer that question, he loved every single bit of you. of course he wrote about that as well, he couldn’t not think about you even if he tried.

a couple weeks ago..

“her everything is perfect, her eyes, her style, her humor, the way her smile brightens when i compliment her on anything - june 19th”

“she looked so pretty today, i kept staring at her lips i hope she didn’t notice.. - june 25th”

“her voice is the sweetest thing i’ve ever heard, i can talk to her for hours - july 12th”

“i cant help but wonder if she thinks about me the way i think about her - july 22nd”

to shorten it down he was in love with you, and he had no plan of telling you anytime soon.

he wanted to push these feelings away, feeling bad for pining over his own best friend while you had no knowledge of it. he couldn’t help it though, he thinks back to the countless amount of times you two had spent together. late night drives, going thrifting, or just staying in watching cheesy rom-com movies.

during group settings his eyes would wonder over to you, staring longingly at you laughing and smiling big while you were having the time of your life. you would turn your head and see his light colored eyes looking at you with a soft expression, which ended up in both of you turning away while heat rushed to your cheeks.

there was some nights where you stayed up thinking about him, just wondering what if? but you brushed it off, thinking maybe its all in your head..

you were coming over today, it was nothing new, you always came over to hang out when you didn’t have anything specifically planned. you were excited to see matt, you haven’t seen him in two weeks due to his work schedule and all of his meetings piled up. he finally had a free day and you were overly excited when he asked you if you wanted to hang out.

you loved spending time with him, no matter what it was. as long as it was with him you were happy.

he had texted you to come whenever you wanted, you were already in pretty comfy clothes so you got your keys and left. the drive there was calm, music flowing through the car consumed the silence and before you know it you’re already in their driveway.

you texted matt that you were outside already and not even a minute passes before you hear the door unlock and open, you were met with his disheveled figure, hair messy, slightly cropped shirt and sweatpants resting low on his waist..

“finally kid you’re here, you were taking forever” a smile spread across his face as he rolled his eyes sarcastically. you step inside as he holds the door for you, “i haven’t seen you in forever and you already have a attitude??” you say raising an eyebrow as you set your keys down on the table.

“oh come on, you know i missed you doll.” that name. you didn’t hear it often but when you did your cheeks would turn bright red as you stumble over your words. that stupid grin on his face said everything you needed to know. “i missed you too, matt!!” you flashed a cheesy smile at him before you felt his arms wrap around you and pull you into his chest.

a couple months ago..

“the feeling of her arms around my waist feels so right.. wish i could always have her this close. - january 17th”

“she has to know what she’s doing, right?? fuck. her smile makes me weak. - january 29th”

“she looked gorgeous in that top with the little bow, her hair done up differently, her pretty jewelry scattered around her figure as well, i couldn’t help but steal glances each time she wasn’t looking in the car. - february 6th”

you return the hug, his comforting scent surrounds you, making you feel at peace. finally feeling his warmth that you longed for for a little too long, you both pull away and his face lights up. “shit- i forgot i had gotten you something when i was away, come on” your face forms into a confused expression “you didn’t have to do that matt, you know that right??” your smile still being very evident as you protest him getting you a gift.

“yeah yeah i know, but it made me think of you so i haddd to get it!” he grabbed your hand and dragged you over to his room, you flop down on the bed as he searches around looking for the gift. you hear him scattering around while muttering words to himself until a certain book under his pillow catches your eye.. you didn’t know matt was getting into reading? “ooh matt what book are you reading?” you hold it up to show him the hardcover journal.

“huh? im not readin- WAIT!“ you open it up to see your name on the first page, several times actually. you scan through it curiously, you finally realize that it was definitely not a regular book. he was basically confessing his love to you in every single page, matt was too late as he rushed over to you snatching the book from your hands.

you quickly stand up, jaw basically on the floor and your face redder than ever. you didn’t even know what to say, its not like you didn’t feel the same because you did.. its just you couldn’t believe he wrote all of that about you. “l-look y/n i can explain i just-“ his words coming out in stutters “matt, matt please, just calm down. okay? y-you’re okay, come on..” you lead him back over to his bed, both of you sitting down at the edge. “im really, really sorry y/n you weren’t supposed to read that. i understand if you feel uncomfortable or if you wanna leav-“ you cut him off bringing your hand to his cheek and leaning in, your lips colliding with his.

you caught him off guard but he instantly kisses back, you smile into the kiss and bring your other hand to back of his neck pulling him more in. his hands traveling down to your hips, holding onto you like you could disappear any moment. you both finally pull away, heavy breathing while you watch that same stupid grin form on his face.

“what?” you ask laughing. “nothing, its just- i’ve always thought i would be the one to kiss you first” his smirk growing wider by the second. “oh shut up, you’re so corny” you roll your eyes in a playful manner and push at his shoulder a little.

“i really did mean it you know? everything i said in that journal. you really, really mean a lot to me and i- i can’t see myself loving anyone else other than you y/n. since the first day i met you.” tears forming in your eyes as he continues to talk, “you mean everything to me. words can’t express how i feel for you, i would’ve said something sooner but i didn’t wanna ruin the relationship we already had and-“ you laugh at his mouth running off again, his nervousness taking over once more.

“matt, please im so sorry but shh. i feel the same way, you weren’t really the best at hiding that staring problem of yours you know..” you giggle at his embarrassed expression “i love you, a lot. you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, you were always there for me whenever i needed someone and you never fail to make my days better. i love you so much.” he watches you in awe, how could someone so precious be in front of him right now?

“so does this mean like, im your boyfriend now, right..?” you giggle and take his hand into yours “well.. i dont know, i haven’t been asked yet..” he smiles and gives your hand a small kiss. “y/n, may i be your boyfriend?” your smile growing ten times bigger before you nod your head immediately. “yes, yes yes YES!” your arms instantly wrapping around his neck as you pull him into another kiss, this time it was filled with love, and patience. the world stopped the second you two filled the gap in between, until you feel him pull back.

“i love you so fucking much y/n. words wont ever be enough for me to show you how much i really do.”

“wait. what about my gift though?”

- avery’s note ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡-

my first fic.. this took me like 2 days to write because i had no idea on how to go with this, i feel like its kinda all over the place too it feels rushed to me idk why 😭😭 if there is any mistakes or missing words, NO THERE ISNT. please be nice, again this is my first time writing. im always open for ideas or tips on anything!! also thank you to @flouvela for encouraging me on writing this ILYSM GF 🤍🤍 ok bye now!!

[kjupchurch-xx]

⭐️ Perfect ⭐️

                            July 26th, 2024

                       Los Angeles, California

                Deadpool & Wolverine Premiere

Tonight was the night we'd all been waiting for, the night we've worked so hard for. Tonight was the premiere party for Deadpool & Wolverine. I'd been working with the director, Shawn Levy along with making sure Hugh and Ryan had everything they needed while on set. I developed a super close friendship with Hugh and Ryan during the long filming process. I'd also gotten close with Blake, Ryan's wife. To be quite honest, everyone on our crew is probably the only people I'd consider friends since moving to Los Angeles four years ago.

I've done several films as a director's assistant over the last three years, but this film had been the greatest project I'd been apart of. Blake and I were at my home getting ready for the premiere while Hugh and Ryan were with Shawn preparing to meet us at the premiere. Our stylist came by earlier to finish up Blake and I's hair and makeup. They had us both sporting cute up-dos with a more natural makeup look with lighter neutral colors.

"I wonder what the guys are wearing tonight." Blake said while slipping into her beautiful red dress.

I shrugged, grabbing my black dress, sliding it on, "I don't know. Shawn wouldn't say."

She chuckled, "He never does. Did your ex finally stop blowing you up? Wasn't he trying to like show up on set some of the days we were filming?"

I rolled my eyes with disgust, "Yes, and yes. It's so funny how you ignore someone when you're with them and cheat on them but once they leave you on your ass, you want their attention."

We grabbed our stuff and headed towards the door as we saw our ride pulling up the driveway, "Have you met anybody you're even interested in yet? Best way to get over someone is to get under someone else."  She smirked.

I laughed, shaking my head as we climbed into the SUV that was picking us up to shuttle us to the event, "Shut up, Blake. You're stating to sound like your husband."

She laughed, smiling at me, "You say that like it's a bad thing."

I looked at her, sarcasm dripping through my facial expression and my voice, "It is."

She took a hesitant breath, "Seriously though, someone asked me about you."

I looked at her curiously, "And who would that be?"

She smirked, "Hugh. He was at our place the other night while you and Shawn stayed behind to finish up cutting scenes."

My jaw dropped, "What did he say?"

She shrugged, "He just asked us how long you'd been single and if he seemed like your type. He said he thinks you're gorgeous."

I turned to face her, completely flabbergasted, "You are so full of shit, Lively."

She burst into laughter, "Ask Ryan!"

I widened my eyes, shaking my head, "He's more full of shit than you are!" I failed to contain my laughter at this point.

She giggled, "Just watch. Pay attention to how he looks at you at the premiere. You'll see."

I playfully rolled my eyes, "Okay, Blake."

Had Hugh actually talked to Ryan and Blake about me? He was a nice guy. We'd become friends since we met on set over a year ago. We'd done some press together and make each other laugh, but for some reason, I doubt he'd be interested in me. Not that there's anything wrong with me, he's just one of the biggest A-List celebrities in the world. He's also not even one year out of separation from his wife of 27 years. Dating is probably the last thing on this man's mind.

The rest of the ride was pretty quiet. I couldn't shake my thoughts. I think he's handsome, he's absolutely ripped and his personality is out of this world. His accent is pretty sexy, too.

As we pulled up to the premiere location, Blake and I exited our vehicle, "Let's go, girls." Blake said, channeling her inner Shania Twain causing me to smile.

"Where's the boys?" I asked as we walked down the corridor.

Blake checked her phone, "They're waiting to step onto the red carpet. Which is..." she trailed off while looking down the corridor, "Right down there on the left."

I nodded, trying to hide my nerves. I've been on other movie sets, I've worked with other stars but I've never done a red carpet event. What if I fall and bust my ass? What if my dress malfunctions? So many what-ifs. As we arrived to the end of the corridor, I see Hugh, Ryan and Shawn waiting for us. Blake walks over to Ryan and they share a quick kiss.

"Anyone else feel like a 3rd wheel?" I jokingly said towards Hugh and Shawn, causing Shawn to shake his head and laugh, "Every time I work with these two." He said.

Hugh hooked his arm around mine, "You can be my date tonight." He gave me a smile.

I blushed, looking towards Blake as she gave me a silly 'I told you' look while hooking her arm around Ryan's. "Ohhhh, Big Deb's gonna be pissed!" He spat jokingly causing us all to laugh.

Hugh shrugged, "Oh well. She's the one that wanted to end things. Time to move on. Plus, I don't want to be the nerd showing up without a date." He said with a laugh and cheeky grin.

Ryan looked at me, "Fuck you, your first time on the red carpet and you're going as Hugh Jackman's date. I had to fondle his balls just to get him on this film. You lucky, lucky girl."

I shook my head, about to ruin my 2 hour makeup job from tears hitting my eyes at this point due to laughing so hard. "Guys, I'm pretty sure we need to go out there." I chuckled pointing towards the doorway that led to the red carpet.

We all nodded in agreement and made our way out. The sound of the thousands of photographers, fans screaming and journalists on the red carpet filled my ears. I felt Hugh tighten his grip on my arm, whispering in my ear, "Don't be nervous, you're gonna do great!" Causing me to smile.

We all posed for pictures as the reporters went wild. Hugh had not been seen in public with anyone since his split last year, so this was a big deal. The movie we'd all worked our asses off on was a big deal. The shouting was unreal and unbelievably loud.

Blake and Ryan went to another spot to do solo photos, leaving Hugh and I to ourselves on the carpet. A reporter took this as his perfect moment to approach us with rapid fire questions I was bracing myself for.

"Hugh. Kaitlyn. How does it feel to be on the red carpet tonight?" He asked, shoving the microphone into our faces.

We at looked at each other, "It feels great, mate. Glad to be here." Hugh said with a smile.

"Like he said, we're honored to be here." I said with a big smile.

"Kaitlyn, this is your first time on the red carpet." The journalist said matter of factly.

I nodded in agreement, noticing Hugh has not taken his eyes off of me. "It is."

The journalist continued to pry, "First red carpet and you're on Hugh Jackman's arm, how does that feel?" He asked.

I blushed, "Ryan Reynolds paid me to be his date. Someone had to take one for the team." I smirked, causing the journalist and Hugh to laugh.

As we continued our walk down the carpet, Hugh moved his hand from my arm to around my waist. We talked with many more journalists and posed for hundreds of photos before heading off the carpet to the back of the venue. There were some artists that were due to perform for the event. Some of them included Ed Sheeran, Taylor Swift, Jelly Roll, etc.

Hugh looked over at me, "Noldsy paid you, huh?" He joked.

I joked, "Only a few hundred."

He playfully gripped his chest, "Ouch."

I threw my hands up signaling defeat, "If it helps, I'm glad I took one for the team and you weren't stuck holding Shawn on the red carpet."

He grimaced playfully at the sight, "You're certainly the prettier one."

I snickered. "Am I?"

He nodded with a cheeky smile, "Loads, sweetheart."

I'm starting to think Blake may have not been as full of shit as I'd thought. We made our way back to Blake and Ryan catching up in the crowd to watch the musical entertainment of the night. Taylor Swift took the stage first, causing Ryan to fan girl. Ed Sheeran came on right after, all was great until he began performing his hit song 'Perfect'. All of the couples in the crowd had begun slow dancing. It was a romantic, sweet song but being single in a crowd of couples was depressing.

I felt a presence behind me as a hand made its way to my lower back, "Care to dance with me?" I heard in an Australian accent.

I looked over my shoulder to see Hugh smiling a bit nervously. I turned to face him and gave him a nod and small smile, allowing him to pull me into his arms for a slow dance. We both swayed to the song, singing along, never breaking eye contact. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hoping he'd kiss me. I could tell he was thinking about it as his eyes kept trailing from my eyes to my lips as he held me close, continuing to sway to the sound of Ed Sheeran serenading the crowd.

I slowly bit my lip as I noticed his eyes glance at my lips again. His face slowly coming closer. I could feel Blake and Ryan's gaze on us wondering what was about to happen. Did I even know what was about to happen? Did I want to know? Before I could process any more thoughts of my own, I felt his lips on mine. They were soft and he smelled so damn good.

I know we're standing in a room full of hundreds of thousands of people, but in this moment, it feels as if he and I were the only two people in the room. The kiss was slow and passionate.

He slowly pulled away, still swaying me and looked at me, "I'm sorry, but I've had a crush on you ever since we began working together. I've wanted to ring you so many times and tell you, but I didn't want to complicate things on set."

I smiled pulling him for another kiss, nibbling on his bottom lip before pulling away, "Ryan actually didn't pay me to be your plus one."

He chuckled, "I know."

I looked up at him, "Can we go somewhere else? Somewhere more private?"

He nodded, grabbing my hand, leading us through the massive crowd of people. As we made our way down out of the concert venue back to the corridor, we noticed Blake and Ryan already ahead of us.

"Ah Pal, gettin' lucky, huh?" Ryan smirked.

Hugh and I laughed, "We are too. It's okay. Embrace it. Embrace the amounts of great sex you're about to have." Ryan continued while nodding his head as if he were a love guru.

"Goodnight, Ryan." We both said in unison watching Blake, who was unable to control her laughter at this point.

Hugh and I made our way to the car and of course couldn't escape the sea of paparazzi. Except this time, we didn't pose for pictures and continued to the car. There were pressing matters that needed to be attended to first. Once we got into the car, we instructed the driver to take us to my house.

Hugh rested his arm around my shoulders, "How long have you known?"

I looked at him, confused, "How long have I known what?"

He looked at me seriously, "That I have a thing for you."

I shrugged, "I actually didn't. Blake mentioned it to me earlier, but I assumed she was full of shit. Kind of like the time you told Ryan to come to your Christmas party in an ugly sweater so he shows up and everyone else is in Dior."

Hugh laughed, "Love, you're anything but an ugly sweater at a party full of people wearing Dior."

I began laughing, "You get the point."

He gave me the boyish smile that had melted my heart since the first time I saw him onscreen and pushed a fallen strand of hair behind my ear, "You are the most elegant, beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on."

I blushed, "You're not so bad yourself. I've actually had more of a school girl crush on you since the first X-Men movie."

He smiled cockily, "Really?"

I nodded, "Really."

He pulled me in for another kiss, this time pulling me onto his lap, deepening the kiss. I could feel his erection growing beneath me, causing me to pull away so we didn’t cause our driver to have a wreck before we made it back to my place.

“So what do we do now?” I asked casually, looking at him.

He shrugged, getting close to my ear, whispering “We’re going back to your place first, then I’m going to fuck you into the middle of next week. After that, we’ll cuddle. I’ll make you pancakes in the morning and after that, you’ll never want to leave.”

I chuckled pulling him into another kiss.

[kokorose]

Meet the Hamiltons- LH44

Lewis Hamilton x Actress!Wife

Summary: life with the Hamiltons

A/n: takes place during 2023 season except last post.

Faceclaim: Laura Harrier

October 2022

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Yn Ln-Hamilton: Thank you so much @ElleUK for having me!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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LewisHamilton: that’s my wife 😁

Yn Ln-Hamilton: 🥰

ElleUK: Gorgeous!!!

NaomiCampbell: ❤️

Carmenmmundt: yesssss!!!!!

Yn Ln-Hamilton: 💋

gigihadid: yess!!

HannaVettel: Gorgeous girl

Yn Ln-Hamilton: 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Ybffusername: Yess Bitch! 🔥🔥

December 2022

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LewisHamilton: Happy birthday to my beautiful wife. On this day 34 years ago, God placed you on this earth for me to love. I love you more than anything and I’m so honored to spend the rest of my life with you. I can’t wait to see what our future holds. Thank you for supporting me through everything these past few years.

I love you forever darling.

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Yn Ln-Hamilton: I love you darling ❤️

SebastianVettel: Happy Birthday Yn! We’ll have to meet up soon to celebrate.

JensenButton: Happy birthday to my favorite Hamilton!

Yn Ln-Hamilton: 😁

AussieGrit: Happy Birthday Yn!

LandoNorris: Happy Birthday Yn 🎉

GeorgeRussell: Happy Birthday Yn!

User: Happy Birthday Yn!!!

February 2023

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Yn Ln-Hamilton: Baby Hamilton coming August 2023! We’re so excited to meet you!

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LewisHamilton: I love you so much! I’m so excited to begin this new chapter of our lives!

Yn Ln-Hamilton: I love you!

mercedesamgf1: Congratulations Lewis and Yn! We’re so excited to meet Baby Hamilton!

SebastianVettel: Congratulations you two! You guys will be the best parents!

LewisHamilton: Thank you Seb! 🙏🏻

RoscoelovesCoco: I can’ts waits to meet my new sibling!

Ybffusername: omg!!! I can’t wait to be the rich hot aunt!!

NicholasHamilton: Uncle Nicky incoming!! Congrats you two!

GeorgeRussell: Congratulations you two!

User: OMG!!! 😭😭😭

User: Omg Lewis is gonna be a dad!!

User: that baby is gonna be absolutely adorable!!

May 2023

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Yn Ln-Hamilton: Golden ☀️

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LewisHamilton: my loves

carmenmmundt: momma

Zendaya: ❤️❤️❤️❤️

susiewolff: ❤️❤️❤️

Ybffusername: what a goddess!!!

User: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

July 2023

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Yn Ln-Hamilton: so in love with this

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LewisHamilton: I love you both!

susiewolff: I’m so excited for you two!! You’ll have to bring them to the paddock!

Yn Ln-Hamilton: Of Course!!

Ybffusername: Almost time!!!

User: omg I can’t belive the baby is almost here!!!

Alexandrasaintmleux: gorgeous mama!!!!

NaomiSchiff: Stunning!!!

User: Lewis with the candy 😆

User: Did you hear Lewis saying at Silverstone how he was happy to get on the podium because it’s YN’s last race?

User: I did, I can’t belive their about to be parents!!!

User: Yn you looked so pretty yesterday!!!

User: The Nursery 😭😭

August 2023

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Yn Ln-Hamilton: Welcome to the world Juno Carmen Rose Hamilton. 08.10.23. We love you so much our little love!

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LewisHamilton: I love you two so much!

RoscoelovesCoco: I loves my baby sister!

Ybffusername: Omg!! 😭😭😭 she’s here!!!

SebastianVettel: Congratulations! Welcome baby Juno!

F1: Congratulations to you and your family Lewis!

mercedesamgf1: Welcome to the Mercedes family baby Juno! Congratulations Lewis and Yn!❤️

LilyZneimer: Congratulations!! 🎈

Susiewolff: Congratulations!!

GeorgeRussell: Congratulations from Carmen and I!

JensonButton: Congratulations to the both of you!

CharlesLeclerc: Congratulations!!

LandoNorris: Hello Baby Juno!! Congrats!!

User: OMG!! ITS A GIRL!!

User: JUNO!!!

NicoRosberg: Congratulations you two!

User: Oh my god!! Nico!!!

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November 2023

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Yn Ln-Hamilton: 3 months with our angel

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LewisHamilton: I can’t believe she’s three months already.

Yn Ln-Hamilton: I know!

Susiewolff: the most gorgeous little girl!

carmenmmundt: 3 months already??

Ybffusername: She’s growing so fast! it feels like she was born yesterday!

Yn Ln-Hamilton: I know, we can’t believe it either.

Alexandrasaintmleux: if you and Lewis need a babysitter let me know!! She’s absolutely adorable!

Yn Ln-Hamilton: of course!

User: The Winnie the Pooh outfit!!

User: Yn how is Roscoe handling being a big brother??

Yn Ln-Hamilton: oh he’s so precious with her. He absolutely loves her. When she cries, he starts whining and tries to comfort her. He loves making her laugh.

User: omg!

January 2024

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LewisHamilton: Brazil 🇧🇷

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Yn Ln-Hamilton: 💕💕

NinaDobrev: sexy mama!

Ybffusername: awww Juno in the bathing set I got her!!

HaileyBieber: aww Juno is getting so big!!

User: Juno has got to have to best fashion for a 5 month old.

User: I mean when your mom’s Yn and your dad’s Lewis Hamilton, you have fashion in your veins.

brunamarquezine: it was nice meeting Juno! She’s adorable!

LewisHamilton: thanks Bruna!

User: damn Yn!! Body-ody-ody.

April 2024

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LewisHamilton: my girls 💕

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Yn Ln-Hamilton: Love you 😘

LewisHamilton: Love you too baby

NaomiCampbell: what a darling!

SebastianVettel: she’s gotten so big!

LewisHamilton: I know man! I know! She started standing on her own now!

CharlesLeclerc: I will be spoiling her next year! What a cutie!

KylianMbappe: beautiful family.

User: I still can’t belive he’s going to Ferrari next year.

User: I know right!!

User: Juno!!

July 2024

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Yn Ln-Hamilton: To my love,

You did it!! All those nights staying up going over your races wondering where your getting it wrong. All the doubts, fears and anger. You, my love, are the strongest person I know. You will forever be my champion no matter what your future holds. You are the brightest star in my universe and I love you more than words!

P.S. to the fan that gave Juno the teddy bears, thank you!

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LewisHamilton: Thank you darling! Thank you for being by my side through everything these past couple years. I love you my forever girl! You and Juno are everything to me!

gigihadid: stop I’m still crying!!

mercedesamgf1: our champion!

LandoNorris: 🔥

carmenmmundt: congratulations!

Yn Ln-Hamilton: I hope George is doing okay Carm!

carmenmmundt: he’s doing okay!

User: stop this is adorable!!

User: did anyone else cry seeing their little family hug after the race?

User: I started crying when he was coming onto the straight. Kept crying when he passed the line, when he did his lap, when he pulled in, when he hugged his mom and dad, and then when he pulled Yn and Juno into his arms and she just held him.

User: ugh, I was sobbing when Yn was just holding him crying with Juno in their arms.

[sematarygirls]

stop i’m literally so in love with your acc, it’s gorgeous!!!! missed you sm. need to start writing or creating something again tbh but idk what.

anywaysss had this super cool drummer!rafe idea where they’re all like mid-20s and were suspected of murder (maybe a roadie died or an ex bandmate??)

buttt there you are interning with the local police department (aka nancy drew nerd) and go poking around (woah somehow you end up in rafe’s arms what a coincidence). maybe he did it or maybeee he didn’t, who knows. ur just a silly little inter.. right?? unless ofc this wasn’t the first time you met and you both did it together?

anyways do what you wish with this, feel free to let it rot. ur a genius mastermind either way. ily mwahhh

(here’s some drew pics mini moodboard bc why not)

Partners In Crime — Rafe Cameron.

pairing: drummer!rafe x policeintern!reader

summary: your internship at the kildare county sheriff's department proves extremely useful after ex-bandmate of local rock sensation, morphine animals, is found murdered.

warnings: smut! semi-public sex, unprotected p in v, murder, inaccuracies regarding police work

word count: 3.6k words !

a/n: this request is AMAZING omg!! your mind is literally so incredibly brilliant. i am so incredibly jealous. i just want to scoop it out and study it because your plots are always so genius it's insane. also, i got a little freaky with this request. i don't know where it came from, but i hope yall enjoy. side note, i know nothing about police stations or internships beyond what I've seen on tv, so this is most likely very far from anything that would happen in real life.

✶ . ࣪ ׅ   You cursed quietly, swatting a mosquito away from you as your fingers danced along the collection of files, skimming through the box of evidence labeled "Ryder, Elliot". It was July, and the summer was in full swing. the air was thick and heavy, causing a layer of sticky sweat to cling to every inch of your body. The cramped storage room seemed to be at least 10 degrees hotter than the rest of the police station, and it had the added bonus of recycled air that smelled of dust and mildew.

Your gaze flickered between the door and the police report in your hands, readying yourself to be caught any moment now. Technically, you weren't supposed to be looking at anything in this room. You were simply an intern, and as such, your jobs mostly consisted of clerical work like running the front desk, answering phones, and filling out the occasional police report—typically for some misdemeanor offense that they had granted you competent enough to navigate your way around.

On a normal day, you did not have clearance to be in this little room with all the important documents pertaining to cases ranging anywhere from vandalism to first-degree murder. However, on this particular day, you had been instructed to organize and clean the records room, ensuring that everything was dusted off and placed in alphabetical order.

You knew you weren't really supposed to take a peek into any of these boxes, but when you saw the name Elliot Ryder on one of the boxes, you simply couldn't help yourself. It was the biggest case your town had seen in the last decade.

"Local rock legend Morphine Animal's ex-band-mate found murdered" had been splashed across headlines for weeks, each news site ranging from local to national discussing the case and their theories, but surprisingly much of the case had remained a mystery.

Morphine Animals had been practically untouchable ever since they skyrocketed to fame. It was truly fascinating how quickly they went from small-town rockstar wannabes to household names. They became a national sensation practically overnight, and it all started when Elliot Ryder was fired as the band's drummer and replaced by Rafe Cameron.

You remembered it vividly. Elliot went around telling everybody who would listen how he was cheated out of fame. The other three band members had been his childhood best friends. The band was their passion project and they had vowed to do it all together, but then, one night, they just dropped him out of the blue, and Rafe Cameron took his spot.

People couldn't help but wonder if the band's colorful history had anything to do with the murder. The whole situation would've made more sense if Rafe was the one murdered. It would be open and shut. Elliot killed Rafe to get back at him for taking his spot and stealing the fame that was "rightfully" his, but revenge just doesn't quite sit right with the case being turned around.

Rockstar drummer that has it all kills small-town drunk nobody? It just doesn't fit.

You turn your attention back to the police report in hand. You didn't have much time left before someone inevitably needed a file or came to check on you, so you needed to focus, read it, and put everything back where you found it before that happened.

Case Number 0608

Responding Officer: Sheriff Susan Peterkin

On 06/28/2023 at approximately 2100 hours, I responded to a noise complaint at 2971 Shorecrest Drive.

I knocked on the front door, but there was no answer. I announced myself as the police and knocked once more, but again, received no answer. I looked into the window for signs of life, and saw Elliot Ryder laying prone on the living room floor with a pool of blood around him. I immediately radioed for assistance and kicked down the door. I checked his pulse and discovered that Ryder was deceased. While I waited for assistance, I secured the scene. At approximately 2110 hours, Deputy Victor Shoupe, Officer Danielle Lyonne, and Officer Franklin Hewitt arrived on scene. Officers Hewitt and Lyonne canvased the surrounding homes and took their statements to find out if anyone had seen or heard anything. Their individual statements are enclosed. Deputy Shoupe called for the coroner and cordoned off the area while I began assessing the crime scene in a spiral method. Pictures included document the blood patterns and shattered glass discovered at the scene. No murder weapon was discovered.

I instructed Deputy Shoupe to stay at the scene and await the coroner's arrival while I headed back to the station. At approximately 2330 hours, I left the scene.

Your eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you read over the report. You used the back of your hand to wipe the beads of sweat that had formed on your forehead—created from a mix of the unbearable heat and your growing nervousness as the moments ticked by—stopping them from dripping down your skin.

Your gaze darted to the door once again before returning to the files, pulling out a series of pictures that documented the crime scene.

He was found on his stomach, the hair on the back of his head matted with blood. The cause of death was blunt force trauma, and it was very evident from the crime scene photos.

You turned your attention from the photos documenting his body to the ones showing the state his living room had been left in. There was broken glass from a shattered mirror near the front door coating the carpet, and the living room looked like it had been hit by a tornado. Furniture had been turned over, his belongings strewn about in a disorganized fashion. It seemed like whoever had been there was looking for something.

Something in one of the photos caught your eye. It was small, almost imperceptible, but the flash from the camera reflected off something imbeded into the cream colored carpet just beneath the table that Elliot's body was found beside.

Your brows furrowed as you brought the photo closer to your face, squinting to get a better look.

The sound of footsteps approaching made you jump. You quickly folded the picture and shoved it into your pocket before placing the photos and police report back into the box and hauling it onto the shelf.

"Hey, kid," Deputy Shoupe peeked his head inside, the sound of him chewing his gum seemingly reverberating off the walls. You turned, your face flushed, and your heart practically beating out of your chest. You had managed to get everything in order moments before he opened the door.

"Uh, yes, sir?" You cleared your throat, brushing away a strand of hair that had gotten stuck to your sticky forehead.

"Boss lady needs the Ryder files," he informed you, still smacking his gum. The sound filled your ears, somehow louder than the beating of your own heart.

You nodded, swallowing hard as you turned and grabbed the box, the piece of paper in your pocket feeling like it weighed a ton as you carried the heavy box over to him. "Can I ask why?" You worked up the courage to ask, handing him the files, your palms sweaty as you pulled back.

"Just got done interviewing Rafe Cameron," he told you, propping the box under his arm. Your eyes widened a fraction. Why was Sheriff Peterkin reinterviewing him? Was there new evidence to connect him to the murder? "So, she wants to take another look at the evidence."

"Oh," you simply said, the room seeming to grow hotter. "Whew, god, it's hot," you huffed, fanning yourself. "Are you hot?" You asked, clearly not doing well at playing it cool.

"You alright kid?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow curiously at your odd behavior.

"Yeah, I think I'm just gonna step outside and get some air," you nodded, suddenly feeling very suffocated in the stuffy atmosphere.

"Sure, whatever," he shrugged, clearly not all that interested in you or your actions as he turned on his heels to deliver the box to Peterkin.

You hurried down the long, grey corridor, pushing the backdoor open harshly when you arrived at it. Outside wasn't much cooler, but the small, shaded alleyway provided reprieve from the sun's unrelenting rays. You took a few deep breaths, feeling better now that you were breathing fresh, clean air.

"You look like shit," a voice piped up. Your head whipped to the side, eyes finding the source. Rafe Cameron was leaned up against the wall, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips. He was wearing a white tank top that clung to him like a second skin. the heat was just as unforgiving on him, his muscles glistening and his hair sticking out in all directions, a few strands clinging to his slick forehead.

"Excuse me," you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Truthfully, you knew you probably did look like shit. You were sweating like a pig, your clothes clinging to you uncomfortably, and after hours of running your hands through it and being subject to intense humidity, your hair was undoubtedly frizzy and wild.

Rafe pushed off the wall, taking one last drag before flicking the cigarette onto the ground and crushing it under his boot. His blue eyes locked onto yours, amusement dancing in them as he approached you. "I'm just sayin'," he drawled, his voice a low rumble.

"Yeah, well, you don't look too hot yourself," you rolled your eyes. It was a lie, of course. Somehow, he even made sweating to death in the sweltering July heat look sexy. It was utterly infuriating.

He grinned, amused at your attempt to insult him, but he could see right through you. "You mad at me or somethin'?" His hand reached out and wrapped around your wrist, his grip sending shivers down your spine.

"You just said I looked like shit," you glared at him. The heat was making you irritable, and it didn't help that his stupid fucking earring—that you'd told him twenty goddamn times to take out—had showed up in a crime scene photo.

Rafe's thumb began to trace circles on the inside of your wrist, his touch sending electric jolts through your body. "C'mon, you know I was just teasing you, baby," he murmured, his voice soft and seductive. He knew how to play your body better than he knew how to play his drums.

You stubbornly pulled away from him, ignoring the way your body reacted to his touch. "You're lucky I got saddled with file room duty, asshole" you gritted out, pulling the picture from your back pocket and shoving it into his muscular chest.

Rafe wore a silver stud in his ear, a staple of his rockstar persona, and that little glimmer of reflected flash in that crime scene photo was that stud, which had fallen out during the murder.

Thankfully, it hadn't been logged into evidence and had been completely overlooked by the bumbling small town crime scene techs, so you only had to take the photo to keep that little piece of incriminating evidence from ever being discovered.

Rafe glanced down at the photo, his expression unchanging as he took it in. He looked back up at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You worried about me, babe?" He asked, his voice laced with mockery, but there was a harder edge to it that betrayed his unperturbed demeanor.

"No," you shot back, your brows furrowing in frustration. God, the heat was making you bitchy. "I'm worried about myself. I mean, I covered up your little fuck up perfectly. The last thing I need is for you and your lame ass jewlery to fuck me over."

Rafe's hand snaked out and wrapped around your throat, his grip tight but not painful. He backed you up against the brick wall, his eyes boring into yours. "You think I can't take care of my own shit?" He asked, his voice a low growl. His patience was clearly wearing thinner and thinner by the second. He was already agitated at being ripped away from band practice to do this little song and dance with the police. The last thing he needed was you bitching at him and challenging his capabilites.

"If you could take care of your own shit, you wouldn't have called me in the middle of the night panicking because you fucking killed someone," you retorted, not backing down. You weren't afraid of him in the slightest. You knew what he was capable of, but it didn't scare you. In fact, there was a twisted part of you that liked knowing about his violent side.

Rafe Cameron had been the one to kill Elliot Ryder in cold blood, and he'd called you up moments after because he knew your experience as a police intern would come in handy. You had rushed over and helped him stage the whole thing as a burglary gone wrong. Unfortunately, Rafe hadn't realized his little wardrobe malfunction until it was too late to go back and retrieve it.

His face darkened, his hand tightening around your throat. "I had it handled," he hissed. "Until you showed up and decided to play detective." His other hand reached down, gripping your hip possessively. "You're supposed to be on my side, not throwing my mistakes in my face."

"Then stop making dumb fucking mistakes," you spat, your jaw clenching in annoyance. You could feel your panties growing wetter by the second, which only fueled your frustration toward him. You hated how he could still make you want him even when he was being a complete asshole.

Rafe's face twisted with anger, but beneath it, you saw a flicker of something else—desire. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your lips. "You know, I should just shut you up for good," he muttered, his grip on your throat unyielding.

"Yeah?" You asked, your voice almost taunting. "You gonna kill me, Rafe?" You looked him in the eye, not backing down. "Who's gonna clean up your messes then, huh?"

His expression turned grim, and for a monent, you thought he might actually do it. But, then, without warning, he crushed his mouth to yours in a rough, bruising kiss. His hands tightened further on your hip, pressing against your body and pinning you in place.

He bit down hard on your lip, drawing blood. His tongue darted out, lapping up the blood and soothing the wound as his thumb rubbed over your pulse point, feeling the way your heartbeat quickened with desire. His mouth tasted of nicotine, stale beer, a slight hint of mint, and then the metallic taste of your blood on his tongue. If it were anyone else, you would've recoiled in disgust, but something about him was intoxicating.

He was so close you could feel his bulge pressing into you, and it only made you want him more. You didn't care that you were pressed against a wall in the back alley behind the police precinct, in fact, something about it, the potential thrill of getting caught, turned you on more.

Rafe's hands moved to grip your ass under your skirt, roughly palming the fatty flesh with his rough hands. He broke the kiss, his lips moving to your neck, where he bit down hard enough to leave a mark. "You drive me fucking crazy," he growled.

"Yeah, well you're fucking insufferable," you said breathlessly, tilting your head to the side and threading your fingers into his hair as he continued his assault on your neck.

He grunted in response, his hands squeezing your backside painfully before he pulled away to fumble with his belt, the buckle clanking loudly in the otherwise quiet alley.

As he fiddled with his belt, you took your opportunity to latch your lips onto his neck, the salty taste of his skin mixed with the thin layer of sweat coating him danced on your tongue as you sucked and nipped at the areas you knew would drive him wild.

Rafe's breathing hitched as you marked him, his body stiffening. He finally got his belt undone and his pants unbuttoned, shoving them down just enough to free his hard length.

He gripped your thighs, hoisting you up and pressing you hard against the wall as your legs wrapped around his waist. "Think you need to learn your place," he said darkly, pulling your panties to the side.

With one swift movement, he thrust deep inside you, filling you completely. He held you pinned against the wall, his hips rolling into yours in deep, punishing thrusts. "You're supposed to worship the ground I walk on," he muttered, his voice ragged.

You gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his powerful hips snapping back and forth as he pounded into you. His blue eyes, darkened with lust, locked onto yours, watching your face intently.

"Answer me," he demanded, his voice low and menacing. He slowed his pace, his hips rolling leisurely, his thick length stretching you wide. He knew his slow pace was like torture to you. "Tell me you worship me, baby."

"Fuck," you moaned, your face scrunching in a mix of pain and pleasure as the brick wall dug uncomfortably into your back. "I worship you, Rafe."

A smug grin spread across his face at your words, his pace quickening as he continued to slam into you, his hips rolling in that way that always hit that spot inside you, making you practically see stars. "Good girl," he praised, his lips finding yours again.

Your arms snaked around his neck, fingers curling into his hair and tugging slightly as his mouth swallowed your little whimpers and moans.

He released your mouth, his head tilting down to watch where you were joined. He let out a low groan, his body tensing as he watched himself disappear inside of you. "Look at you taking me so well," he gritted out, his pace quickening.

You gasped when you felt his thumb begin rubbing tight circles on your clit, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. "Such a dirty fuckin' girl," he growled. "Letting me fuck you in an alleyway, behind a police station no less." His lewd words only served to heighten your arousal.

His other hand reached up to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you dizzy as he continued to pound into you. "I'm going to fill this pretty little cunt with my cum," he snarled, his voice echoing off the brick walls.

His words paired with his grip on your throat and the way he was pounding into you sent you over the edge, your eyes rolling back as you moaned his name.

His hand on your neck tightened possessively as you came apart for him, his own release following shortly after as he felt your walls squeeze down on him, milking his cock. He buried his face against your neck, his breathing hot and ragged against your skin. "That's my girl."

You panted, your head falling back against the brick as you caught your breath, your mind reeling as the weight of what you'd just done crashed over you. It was reckless and stupid to have let that happen, especially behind the police station you worked at. If anyone saw you, it could raise some serious red flags.

Rafe slowly lowered you back to the ground, pressing one last kiss to your swollen lips before tucking himself back into his underwear and pulling his jeans up, refastening his belt. He leaned against the wall beside you, lighting a cigarette as he looked you over with a lazy smirk. "Try not to look so guilty."

"Don't be an asshole," you shot him a sharp look, fixing your skirt and blouse. Now, you had to go back to work and act as if you didn't have a murderer's cum leaking out of you.

Rafe took a long drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out in a slow stream. He watched you intently, his eyes glinting with amusement as he observed you straighten your hair and adjust your collar, trying to regain some semblance of professionalism. "I'll pick you up after your shift. We've got a few more things to discuss."

"You can't pick me up here," you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

Rafe raised an eyebrow, pushing off from the wall and taking a few slow steps closer to you. "And why not?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. He knew very well why not, but he wanted to hear you say it.

"Don't play dumb, Rafe," you rolled your eyes. He could be so very infuriating when he wanted to be.

"Say it," he insisted, his voice firm. He took another step closer, towering over you. "Tell me why I can't pick you up here." His hand reached up, his fingers brushing against your cheek in a deceptively gentle touch.

You huffed frustratedly, narrowing your eyes at his insistence. "Because you killed Elliot Ryder, and I'm your fucking accomplice," you relented.

Rafe's hand tightened, gripping your cheeks firmly, his touch bordering on painful as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "Shhh," he whispered, his voice dark and threatening. "You shouldn't go around saying things like that, baby."

You glared up at him, your annoyance evident in your gaze. Everything always had to be a game with him, and sometimes it utterly maddened you.

Rafe's lips curled into a smirk as he pulled back, his hand falling away from your face. "I'll pick you up around the corner," he said, as if the matter was settled. He took another drag of his cigarette before tossing it to the ground and heading down the alleyway to his car.

You watched him leave, your gaze burning holes into his back for a moment as he retreated before you shook your annoyance away, pulling the back door to the station open and heading back inside.

[roosterforme]

Always Ever Only You Part 19 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Before Bradley leaves for the top secret mission, you manage to send him on a special mission of your own. You want a little taste of how Bradley might have operated in the past, and he's willing to indulge your role playing fantasy. He's prepared for the possibility that you might laugh in his face, but he's not prepared for the other roadblock.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, self doubt, fluff, smut, spanking, role playing, bad pickup lines

Length: 6600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

You were practically giddy from nerves on Thursday night as you sat curled up on Bradley's lap on the couch while you talked on the phone with your mom. Your husband was running his fingers up and down your bare thigh and underneath his shirt that you were wearing, and your head was resting on his shoulder. 

"When are you thinking about coming out?" you asked, switching the call to speakerphone so Bradley could hear everything. You looked up at him and smirked; he loved your parents and they loved him, but he hated when they stayed at your house. Last time they visited, he lied to your mom and told her he had hotel points that were going to expire before booking them a room at a five star hotel on his credit card. That way you and he could still have loud sex wherever and whenever you wanted to. 

You kissed his cheek as your mom said, "Maybe the beginning of July? Just for a few days?"

"Oh, we could go to a Padres game like dad wanted to last time," you said, already thinking about getting tickets.

Bradley cleared his throat and said, "I think I have more hotel points. I could book you a room at that nice hotel again."

You had to clap your hand over your mouth before you started to laugh, and he just grinned at you. 

"Oh, that hotel was lovely," you mom crooned. "But don't go out of your way, Bradley. Only if you have points that will expire."

"I always have points that are about to expire," he said quietly before you elbowed him in the ribs. "Ow!"

"That actually sounds great, mom. How about you get back to me with exact dates next week sometime? Bradley will be away on a short deployment, but he should be back by the start of July."

"Sure. Let me check with your dad, and we can let you know. Love you both."

"Love you," Bradley said the same time you did, and then you ended the call.

"You're the worst," you told him as you tossed your phone aside and straddled his lap. He looked so satisfied with himself, all you could do was shake your head. "Your ego is huge now, too. You're going to become a nightmare for me."

"My ego isn't huge, Sweetheart," he whispered. "Maybe other things are, but not that."

You rolled your eyes and kissed him softly. "Don't even try to deny that you've been strutting around since you got home from work and told me that Cyclone said you were 'one of the best pilots to ever come out of Top Gun'."

Bradley shrugged and bent his elbows, tucking his hands behind his head. "He said it, not me."

You scooted a little closer, nudging his cock intentionally with your thigh. You could feel him twitching for you, already getting a reaction. "That's why they picked you for the mission. You're the best, Roo."

"We should talk about tomorrow night." His voice was deep with that biting rasp that made your skin feel hot. "Go over the details since you won't let me see you after work."

You bit your lip and braced your hands on his shoulders. You bought a tiny dress and some new heels for tomorrow night, and you didn't want him to see you in them before he met you at the bar. You didn't want him to know anything about that until he saw you. "Well..." you started, scooting a little closer still. "You're going to meet me at One Trick Pony in North Park at 8:30. Don't forget to leave your wedding ring at home."

"I told you, I don't like taking it off unless I have to," he murmured, and you nearly moaned at his words. But he didn't touch you at all; he kept his hands behind his head. 

Your body was practically vibrating at the possibilities for tomorrow night. You would be getting the full experience of what Bradley was like before he met you. Part of you had been dying to know how he would have tried to pick you up if he only wanted to sleep with you. But mostly you were thrilled that nearly two years ago, he wanted a whole lot more than that when you met him. 

"Well, if you want to fully role play as strangers, you'll have to leave it behind. Just for a few hours. I'm taking both of mine off tonight before bed so I don't forget in the morning."

"You're not wearing them to work?" he asked, looking a little upset. 

"It's just for one day. And you can't come home after work. You'll have to get ready in the locker room so I can get ready here."

His cheeks were a little pink now as he examined your face. "I already told you, this is just going to be embarrassing. There's no way I could have pulled you if we met at a bar, Baby Girl. I'd have taken one look at you, and I don't think I would have even tried it. If you and I hadn't been assigned to work together when we met, I would have absolutely never stood a chance."

You kissed the tip of his nose and whispered, "You have literally no appreciation for just how hot you are, Bradley. And that doesn't even begin to delve into all of the other wonderful things you have to offer."

Finally he brought his hands to your hips, but instead of removing your shirt like you were hoping, he scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom. "We should get some sleep so I can be well rested when you're laughing in my face tomorrow night."

When you pulled him down on top of you in bed, you said, "Or, we could stay up and have sex."

"No," he said, shaking his head as he stood next to the bed with his semi hard cock poking his shorts. "Not tonight. I want you good and needy tomorrow. I'm hoping that'll make things easier for me."

You whined his name and said, "There's no way I'm not leaving One Trick Pony with you, Roo. That's a given."

"I know, but I guess I kind of want to feel like I earned it." He was blushing again as he walked into the bathroom. "Like I impressed you or something."

You groaned and rolled over so you were face down on your pillow. He really had no idea.

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You had Bradley all tied up in knots. He hadn't even seen you at lunch or anything, and now he was showering after a long day in the air. His body was sore. He was exhausted. He was leaving on Monday for South Korea before heading somewhere classified. And he had less than two hours until he was supposed to meet you at some civilian bar you told him you went to one time with Cam and Maria. 

In theory, tonight should be fun. Role playing with you? He fucking loved it. Getting to take you home from the bar and sleep with you? He lived for it. You were his wife, of course he was excited about that part. But his bad lines and terrible moves of yesteryear were something he hadn't thought about since... well since he met you. The best part about being with you was that he never had to pull that shit out to try to impress you. He was just himself around you, and you seemed to like that from the start. Sure he was nervous the first few times he talked to you, but that was because he was already infatuated with everything about you. Not because he was looking to fuck you in the backseat of his Bronco and then forget about you the next day.

He took an extra long shower, and luckily everyone else had cleared out by the time he finished up. He made sure his mustache looked good, and he shaved the rest of his face. He fixed up his hair so it looked tidy, and then he dressed in his black slacks that were a little snug in all the places you liked. And then he slipped on his black shirt with the tropical white and gold floral print. As he did up the buttons, he wondered why you wouldn't let him get ready at home. Maybe you bought a new dress. Now he was getting excited. Maybe it was short. He quickly packed everything up in his locker and headed out to the Bronco. 

After he killed some time by stopping for food, he realized it was nearly 8:00. North Park was trendy, so he wanted to have time to find parking and get to One Trick Pony on time. He found a spot a few blocks away, on a quiet residential street, and he checked himself in the mirror one last time before locking the doors and making his way to the bar. 

There were students and artists and musicians out, and he felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb. He was used to the Hard Deck, not a trendy civilian bar with dim lights and music that was recorded post 1978. 

He was too old for this. He'd just zip in here, let you laugh at him, and then take you home to bed where he'd teach you a lesson and beg you never to make him do this again. The bar was already kind of crowded, and when he checked the time on his phone, it was 8:28. Showtime. He just needed to figure out where you were. 

He did a lap around the room as he ran his thumb along his bare ring finger with a grimace. There were some girls looking at him. They looked like they could have been in college, and he wasn't sure if they were going to laugh at him or try to buy him a drink. He just nodded in their direction when they waved to him. He missed his ring. He missed his own bar. And he missed his wife in his arms. 

Where were you? Bradley didn't even see you anywhere as he started his second lap. Then the color red caught his eye. He saw the back of someone sitting on the last stool at the bar through the crowd of people that looked like it could be you. That looked like your hair. That was definitely your hand, and when you turned to look up at the man who was standing next to you, Bradley could see your beautiful profile.

He took off in your direction with a grin threatening his lips as he tried to keep himself calm. When he got closer, he stumbled. You were spinning sideways in your seat, still looking at the man standing there, and his eyes were looking straight down your dress. If that sexy little thing even qualified as a dress. 

"Shit," Bradley gasped, because you were wearing a tiny bit of wine red fabric that clung to your body and left almost nothing to the imagination. And you had on black heels that laced up your calves and tied in cute little bows that he wanted to run his lips all over. When your eyes skimmed the crowd in his direction, they paused on Bradley for the briefest beat, but you gave no indication that he was familiar to you, let alone that he was your fucking husband. 

No, you were every bit of the smoking hot stranger you wanted to be tonight, and Bradley's cock was already throbbing at the sight of your straw pressed to your bright red lips as you drank. And then it all clicked into place for him. That other guy bought you a drink. But of course he did. You and Bradley agreed not to break character, and Bradley was stupid enough to not even realize through his own nerves what that meant: that you'd appear one hundred percent single. It meant you'd have other guys all over you!

You were out of his league when he met you, and you definitely still were now. And this fucking wall street douche bag wannabe in a gray suit bought you what looked like a dirty Shirley Temple which kind of matched your dress. Bradley had no doubt in his mind what the douche bag was thinking. He had to be imagining your tits and how perfect they'd look with your dress on his floor later. But he was never going to have that distinct pleasure. Bradley would make sure of it. 

Be took a deep breath and closed the distance to your stool. You knew he was here now, so there was no sense in delaying this any further. He wanted your undivided attention, and he wanted it now. 

"What did you say your name was again, sexy?" gray suit asked you as he inched closer. 

You told him your first name, and Bradley's skin crawled. 

"Fuck, that's so pretty," he replied. And then he had the nerve to repeat your name a few times as Bradley came to stop right near you before the douche bag added, "I just want to make sure I get your name right for later, doll. You know, for when you come home with me." Bradley gave him a bland look as jealousy rose to the surface. Yeah, that wasn't about to happen. 

You didn't look too impressed by this guy as you sipped your drink and glanced at Bradley out of the corner of your eye. And holy shit, you were even more exquisite up close. Every curve of your breasts and thighs was just right there for him and everyone else to see. Your makeup made your eyes look even more animated than usual, and your red lips were dying to be kissed by him. It had been almost two years since Bradley had done this shit, but he supposed he could do it one last time.

"Hi," Bradley rasped, and you turned to look at him with a soft smirk. The asshole in the gray suit just glared in his direction and sized him up with his tumbler in hand. But if there was one thing Bradley wasn't afraid of, it was a skinny blond guy in a designer suit with bad taste in whiskey. So he kept his eyes on you as he said, "You're gorgeous."

Your smirk grew into just the tiniest smile as you said, "Well, hello there. Are you going to tell me your name?" you asked. "Ethan here already told me his before he bought me a drink." You gestured to the other guy, to Ethan, and then uncrossed and recrossed your legs. On any other evening, Bradley's hands would be all over your body. He'd already be suggesting the two of you head home for the night. 

"My name's Bradley. And I'm fighting the urge to make you the happiest woman in this bar right now."

Your laugh was so genuine and surprised, Bradley cracked a smile too. He held out his right hand, and you shook it as you told him your name. He added on your last name hyphenated with Bradshaw in his mind, reminding himself that you were already his. Then he nodded toward the exit with one eyebrow raised. 

"Nice try, Bradley. But I'm not going anywhere with you," was your response as your hand slipped out of his with a grin. Then that straw returned to your lips as you finished your drink, your eyes skimming over Bradley's outfit like you'd never seen it before. In reality his clothes were all hanging up next to yours in the bedroom closet in the home that you shared. 

"Can I get you another one?" Bradley asked, letting his eyes settle on your empty glass. 

Ethan stepped a little closer to him and said, "Hey, man. I was buying her drinks first. Why don't you go find someone else?"

Bradley snorted and squared his shoulders. "That's not gonna happen, man. This one's the only one I want."

Your smile grew as you set your empty glass down for the bartender to take. "Can I get you another one?" she asked you, and both Bradley and Ethan said yes immediately. 

You looked a little overwhelmed as you adjusted your dress, and Ethan had the audacity to moan. Bradley's hands clenched into fists as the other man leaned in and brushed his fingers along your neck. Another man was touching Bradley's wife, and there was nothing he could do about it unless you broke character. He felt short of breath as he thought about all the ways he'd love to pound Ethan into the ground. Nobody else should have intimate knowledge of your soft skin right now.

Then the douche bag spoke, and Bradley's stance faltered at the obnoxious line he used. "Doll, if you look this good in your little red dress, I don't know if I'm going to be able to handle you out of it later. But I can't wait to give it a try," he crooned in what Bradley was sure he thought was a charming voice. 

"I can guarantee you can't handle her, Ethan," Bradley rasped as he watched you remove his hand from your body yet again. There were some nights you were so needy, Bradley could barely handle you himself, but he'd die before he saw someone else give it a shot. "And you're never gonna find out for sure." 

Bradley never fought over a girl in his life. In the past, he'd just find a different one and head in that direction instead. But right now, he was going to have to guarantee that he was better than Ethan. So he reached over and handed his credit card to the bartender when she dropped off two more drinks for you. "Here you go, gorgeous," he murmured just for you. "Make me jealous of that straw again."

Once again, Bradley got a genuine laugh out of you as he stood to his full height. You looked up at him with your straw resting on your lip and said, "Thank you, Bradley," before taking a sip. His cock twitched in his pants as Ethan stood there impatiently, jockeying for position with you. 

And then you stood up from your bar stool, still sipping your drink. Your heels were so high, your height hit a different spot on Bradley than he wasn't used to. And now you were kind of sandwiched between him and Ethan in the crowded space. When you looked up to your right through your long eyelashes, Bradley was there. But Ethan was on your left, and it appeared as though he was thinking about touching you again. 

Bradley glared at him as you paused sipping your drink and asked, "Are you really jealous of my straw, Bradley?" 

You wanted to hear more of his lines as you looked up at him, he could tell. He knew they were corny, but when he hesitated too long, he could feel your attention drifting to Ethan. So he told you, "I'm jealous of the straw and the glass and the whole damn drink, Sweetheart."

Your soft laughter made Ethan grab for the other fresh cocktail on the bar top in frustration. "Here's another one. The one I paid for," he reminded you. 

"Nah," Bradley said, never taking his eyes off you. "She seems like a one drink kind of girl." Your straw was marked up from your lipstick, and he took a deep breath before feeding you another line. "And that's a nice shade of lipstick you're wearing. I wonder what it would look like on me."

But the thing was, it didn't feel like a line when he said it to you. Yeah, it was ridiculous, but he really did want your lipstick all over him. And he really was jealous of your straw, because on a normal night, he'd have had his lips on yours by now. 

"You'd like to find out, wouldn't you?" you asked, clearly enjoying teasing him right now. "I think red might be your color."

"It's my favorite color," Bradley said softly. "Your lips and your little dress are just confirming that fact for me, Sweetheart."

You giggled and ducked your chin to the side. "I have a red car, too."

Bradley wanted to ask if you were wearing those red panties he was obsessed with, but he could tell that Ethan wasn't going to be deterred. "Did I mention that I'm an investment banker? And that I'd love to take you for a ride in my Ferrari?" Ethan asked, trying his best to nudge Bradley out of the way.

Bradley wanted to laugh; this poor guy had no idea that you drove an absolute relic and couldn't give a shit about his overpriced import. "Investment banking?" you asked him. "I have a degree in engineering. You must be very good at math."

Ethan shrugged with a smirk, because he finally had your attention now, and Bradley was the one getting antsy. Your body was still close to his, but he couldn't touch you yet. He hadn't earned that right yet. Ethan's hand was on your elbow as he told you, "There are very few things I'm not good at." Then he leaned in close to whisper something in your ear, but your eyes were on Bradley, daring him to win you in this match.

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Ethan's breath was on your neck, and you were frozen in place, your dirty Shirley Temple gripped in your hand. Maybe this tiny dress was a bad idea after all. But Bradley had been doing so well, getting you laughing unexpectedly with his stupid lines. You knew he'd keep you safe right now, and if you lunged at him and told him you were done with this whole game and wanted to go home, he'd get you out of here immediately. But you wanted to finish this. You just hadn't planned on someone like Ethan being part of the scenario. 

Bradley's fists were clenched as he stood just inches from you and watched things unfold. The shade of pink rising high on his cheeks left you biting your lip as you firmly pushed Ethan a few inches away from you. He didn't have a mustache or pretty brown curls or eyes that you wanted to look at all night. He wasn't yours. You decided to help Bradley out as you asked him, "So, what do you do?"

Ethan looked annoyed as Bradley perked up again. "I'm a pilot," he said, his voice deep and dangerous. "For the Navy." Even if you didn't know that voice by heart, you'd be ready to throw your arms around his neck and beg him to keep talking. Your nipples were hard in your tight dress, and you could feel Ethan's gaze on your body. But Bradley was looking you right in the eye as he smiled softly.

Ethan scoffed. "The Navy? Don't you have your own bars full of tag chasers to hang out at?"

Bradley swallowed hard, the scars on his neck bobbing with his Adam's apple. "The chance of finding a woman like this in a Navy hangout would have to be one in a million. That's why I came here tonight. Because there's no chance of that ever happening again."

You practically moaned for your husband, standing there feeding you subtle lines about the early part of your relationship with him. You wanted him to touch you, but he wasn't yet. And you wanted to touch him, but you were waiting for him to take things to the next level when he was ready for it. You sipped your fresh drink, your head feeling a little lighter as you squeezed your thighs together in need. 

"One in a million?" you asked Bradley, your new straw already covered in your lipstick marks.

He nodded and ran the backs of his fingers along your cheek, and you wanted so badly to melt into him. "Yeah... you're one in a million."

"Listen, doll," Ethan interjected loudly. "Maybe you don't know what a tag chaser is, but there's no way this guy doesn't have them all over him on the regular. He looks the type."

Bradley's cheeks were red now as he looked down at the floor. Somehow Ethan managed to touch on one of the topics your husband was most sensitive about without even knowing it. "I wouldn't be surprised," you told Ethan. "He's built like a brick shithouse, and he's got a mustache." You ran one hand up Bradley's forearm and bicep to his paper plane tattoo. Then he met your eyes, and you added, "And his lines aren't crude."

It was obvious how Bradley was able to pick up women with such ease. He wasn't handsy or gross or over the top. If this was his tactic years ago, it probably worked every single time. You wanted to kiss him in the worst way right now. 

"I mean, I'd at least let you spend the weekend after I fuck you," Ethan said, returning to his drink in defeat as you held your straw out to Bradley. "Not so sure about him."

You rolled your eyes as that deep blush returned to Bradley's cheeks, but when you asked, "You wanna try my drink?" your husband nodded and bent a few inches. And then there was a smudge of your lipstick on his bottom lip that was making you giddy.

"Thought you were hot and smart," Ethan mumbled. "Tag chaser. Just a dumb bitch."

Then Bradley's hand was on your back, pulling you a little closer to him as he snapped. "She's way fucking smarter than you, asshole." You watched your husband take several deep breaths, and you were a little nervous he might go after Ethan. But then he turned to you with soft eyes. "You have a master's degree, Sweetheart? You seem like you probably do."

You nodded and bit your lip as you tried not to laugh at the question he already knew the answer to. "I do, actually."

"See? She's smart. Fuck off, Ethan," Bradley grunted, his eyes on your face as the other man finally wandered away. "Do you want another drink?" he asked, his hand still at a respectful spot on your back. You were about to give him a filthy kiss, and then you caught yourself. You were still role playing. This wasn't over just because Ethan walked off leaving you alone with your husband. 

You felt excited goosebumps on your arms. "No. I think I've had enough," you replied, easing yourself back onto the bar stool and crossing your legs so that you were seated sideways. 

Bradley leaned in close to your face with one hand braced on the bar top and one resting on your knee. "Then how am I supposed to show you my big move?" he asked, stroking your skin with his rough thumb. 

You bumped your nose with his as you asked, "What's your big move, Bradley?"

He was all smiles now as he said, "I always have good luck when I bump a pretty girl's bar stool and accidentally spill her drink all over her legs." 

You were laughing softly at his description of what happened to you at the Hard Deck that very first night. "I don't think that's even necessary now," you whispered. "You have my full attention."

"Well that's only fair since you've had my full attention since I arrived."

You felt wild, like your skin was electric. Every stroke of his familiar hand further up along your leg felt brand new in a way that you couldn't explain. This was your Roo right now, touching you so intentionally, but it also wasn't. You needed to find out what all of this would feel like. 

You brushed your lips against his, and your whole body clenched for him. He chased you for another kiss as soon as you started to pull away. And you let his hand slide up inside your short dress as he brought his other one up to stroke your cheek. 

"You're exquisite," he whispered between kisses, watching his own fingers trace your cheek as you melted inside. "One of a kind."

"Bradley," you whimpered, afraid you and he were both about to break character. "Do you use that one on all the girls?"

He ran his thumb down along your lips as he shook his head. "That's not a line. It's just the truth." 

You giggled and kissed his thumb before his hand trailed down to your neck. He didn't stop. He was stroking the tops of your breasts as you gasped, but his eyes remained on yours. He looked cocky and so sure of himself now. As he should, because he already knew exactly what you liked and how to make you lose your cool. "Bradley," you moaned. 

"God, I love the way that sounds," he murmured, and you wrapped your calf round his thigh. "You make my name sound so good."

You kissed him before running your lips along his mustache. "I bet you could keep me saying it." Your fingers were in his hair, and you were already wet for him. You knew you'd never react to a random guy at the bar like this, and something told you Bradley wasn't out there a few years ago telling women they were exquisite. But it didn't matter. None of it mattered as you made out with your husband at the bar and pretended you had just met him. 

He broke the kiss and let his forehead rest on yours. You were on the edge of the bar stool and precariously close to letting him find out you weren't wearing underwear as you moaned his name loud enough that you were afraid someone else might hear you over the music that was playing. 

"I know for a fact I can come up with at least a dozen ways to make you scream my name, and that's if I'm only using my mouth, Baby Girl." 

You gasped and rubbed your knee along his hard cock. "Baby Girl, huh? Is that what you call all the girls you hit on at the bar?" 

"Absolutely not," he growled, pressing himself against you for more pressure. "Only the one I want to call me Daddy."

Fuck. Okay. You were ready to go. When you looked at him, your new shade of lipstick was smudged across his mouth, and it really did look great. You knew for a fact it would look great on his cock, too. 

"I want you right now, Daddy," you whispered. 

"I'm all yours," he replied immediately, carefully taking your calf in his hand before letting his fingers slide up your leg as he helped you down from the stool. As you stood and recovered from your daze, you watched him collect his credit card from the bar and quickly sign the slip for the bartender. But his other hand remained on you the entire time. "You coming home with me? I promise to take exceptional care of you."

The way your pussy clenched as you moaned was absolutely ridiculous. 

"I'll take that as a yes," he murmured, bending to press his lips to your shoulder before he took your hand in his and led you toward the exit. You caught sight of Ethan as you passed him, and Bradley's hand dipped down to your butt. "You gonna say goodbye?" he asked with a smirk.

You waved and called out, "Bye, Ethan! I'm going home with Daddy here. He promised to take exceptional care of me." The other man looked annoyed as he turned away from you, still sipping his whiskey. "Let's go, Daddy," you told your husband, cupping his cock through his pants as you stepped out onto the sidewalk, leaving One Trick Pony behind. 

"This way," he grunted, turning left and lacing his fingers with yours.

"Bradley," you gasped, trying your best to keep up with his long strides in your outrageously high heels. "Daddy, wait!"

"No," he grunted, simply picking you up in his arms and continuing down the sidewalk. You were giggling and wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed his ear. His right arm was around your back, and your knees were bent over his left arm. He was rushing down the sidewalk like it was nothing. 

"I'm not wearing underwear," you whispered, keeping your legs smashed firmly together and praying nobody could see anything. But it was dark, and soon Bradley was turning down one of the quieter streets. 

"I know," he replied in that raspy voice. "That fucking dress looks like it was painted on you. Do you have any idea how little work I'll have to do on my backseat to get my cock inside your pussy and my mouth on your bare tits?"

"Bradley!" you nearly shouted, your mouth agape. "Do you say that to all the girls?"

He set you down next to the Bronco and wedged his thigh between your legs. You were absolutely panting as he unlocked the doors and said, "What do you think, Baby Girl? Nobody else looks like you or sounds like you or tastes like you. You're top tier."

"Oh my god," you whined as you rubbed yourself on his thigh. "I need you to fuck me immediately." Thank goodness it was so dark over here as he cupped your butt in both hands. Then Bradley hiked your dress up to your hips and opened the back door for you. 

"Get in the fucking Bronco."

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The fly of his pants was open, his cock was rock hard and hanging out, and you were slipping down around him with that perfect pussy. Bradley had the bottom of your dress hiked up and the top of it pulled down, and you were riding him on the backseat. 

He had one big hand around the back of your neck, and the other was squeezing your tits as you whined, "Daddy."

Fuck, you had him so turned on, you and he were going at in on a residential street in the city at 10:00 pm on a Friday. He was always this feral for you, but you just had to go and add another layer to things. You just had to make him earn this privilege tonight. Because that's just how fucking hot you made him when he had to work for it. 

As you bounced up and down on his cock and whined for him, he realized that tonight had in many ways been a great example of how he used to be with women. But it was also nothing like he'd ever encountered. Sure, he'd used some of those lines and his hand on a knee with other women before, but most of what he did and said was uniquely his reaction to you. 

"Top fucking tier," he growled, leaning down to suck on your nipple as you rolled your hips against his. 

"This is so hot," you gasped, head back and tits practically shoved in his face. He was trying his best to ensure that nobody was nearby who could potentially see what you were doing, but it didn't even matter. You and he wouldn't have made it home in this condition. Not tonight. 

"Daddy," you whined a little louder now. You were bouncing on his cock hard and fast. Dirty. Raunchy. Like this was a one off. Like you and he were about to hit it and forget it. He shouldn't be this hard right now. He shouldn't be wrapping one hand around your neck and smacking your ass with the other. But he needed to hear you whimpering for him. "Oh my god!" you nearly shrieked.

Your eyes were wide as you tugged on his hair, and that dirty roll of your hips grew more languid as you made all those noises he loved as you came around his cock. "Jesus, Baby Girl," he gasped, pressing his lips to your tits and holding you tight as your orgasm left you a mess on his lap. 

"Roo," you moaned, your hips rocking slower and slower, and that was it. One word and he was coming, too. Now you were all smiles and soft giggles, kissing his entire face as he squeezed your hips and fucked up into you until he was spent and you were filled with his cum. 

If you broke character by calling him Roo, then he could too. He squeezed your leg and dug around in his pants pocket, his hips still rolling up against yours. You just felt too good as you kissed him. He took all three rings out of his pocket and broke the kiss. "Hey," he whispered. "Put these back on."

Bradley opened his palm and you looked at the collection of rings. You took both of yours with a smile and slid them on your finger while he did the same. "Did you take them to work with you today, Roo?" you asked him softly.

"Yeah," he grunted, still toying gently with your tits as you let your head rest on his shoulder. "Hated that you took them off last night."

You sighed. "You're so romantic. Tonight was so romantic."

He chuckled and shook his head, his cock still buried inside you. "You thought tonight was romantic? I had to outmaneuver that douche bag Ethan to get you. I had to work very hard for this."

"You did great, Daddy. But I must say, I'm not sure those lines really worked on other girls. You're just really, really hot."

"Hmm," he hummed against your forehead before kissing you. "Then it's a good thing you were already in love with me tonight. And it's a good thing I made you spill your beer on yourself that first time we hung out at the bar." He let his fingers trail down your legs to play with your high heels.

You pushed yourself off his shoulder and sat up as you murmured, "Like I said you're very romantic." Bradley watched you slide the tiny straps of your dress back up your arms as he gave both of your nipples one more kiss, eliciting more giggles from you. "Did you like my dress, Daddy?"

He grunted and lightly slapped your bare ass so you were biting your lip as you shimmied your dress up over your breasts. "Baby Girl, you look like Daddy's little slut in this thing. And that is not a complaint. It's a compliment. Yes, Daddy likes this dress. A lot."

Bradley should have been alarmed by the look in your eye and the way you were gently rolling your hips again, making him stir. "Please?" you asked softly. "Again? As Daddy's little slut this time?"

He stilled your hips with his hands and shook his head as you pouted. Jesus, he couldn't believe you were up for more role playing right now. "Hey. If you're gonna dress like a slut, then I'll fuck you like a slut. But I'm doing that at home in our bed. Because we're married. And I love you. And I need the drive home to recover." 

Then a bright smile spread across your face, and you reached for the box of tissues on the floor. "Don't get cum on the upholstery," you whispered, and then Bradley was treated to the sight of your bare ass and pussy as you climbed into the front seat and pulled your dress down over your rear end. You turned around and looked at him expectantly as he cleaned his cum off of his cock. "Hurry up and buckle me in so we can get home. I need my Daddy."

Bradley smiled. "On my way, Sweetheart."

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We are full steam ahead with these two role players. I hope you enjoyed this, because I was so happy to finally get to write it. Special mission and Bradley's birthday gift coming soon. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[fortunapre]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘𖧞 once a year, your family visits your holiday home for christmas break, which also happens to be the one time you see your childhood enemy, Oscar. (Ongoing)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𖧞 16+ (suggestive), fluff, first-time-writing-on-here-so-beware, female reader, i think that’s all. Use of Y/N (as little as possible), swearing

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𖧞 oscar piastri x fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𖧞 (scene 1) 1.1k 𖧞 planning on a couple posts so a lot upcoming.

𝐀/𝐍𖧞 this IS my first fic and post on here, so if the writing is mediocre that’s why. Hate comments will not be tolerated (obv). Also, I’m planning on this being a multi-post fic so word count will grow. Enjoy!

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 𖧞 scene i 𖧞 (𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫)

“Hairless Hugh Jackman or Skinny Henry Cavill?”

My head rested against the cold window of the car, my eyes closed. I was tired and bored, but the game of ‘this or that’ being played next to me, kept my mind awake. I wouldn’t admit it but my siblings' answers and conversations could actually be entertaining. Now being a prime example.

I considered the question more deeply than I probably should have. “Hairless Hugh takes away everything good about him, so obviously Henry.” I answered with my eyes still closed and head against the window.

“Ew, no,” My sister replied. “Henry’s body in the Superman movies are, like, all that I live for. I couldn’t care less about Hugh Jackman.” She laughed and scrunched her nose like she was picturing both options. I just smiled, acknowledging her answer before opening my eyes to stare at the passing trees out of the window.

My forehead was cold from the temperature outside but I was too awestruck by the view: white covered trees and mountains stretched for miles. The winter season cloaked the entire outdoors and snow sparked in the little sunlight. I couldn’t wait until we reached the cabin.

My sister and brother, twins, were only a year younger than me, so their experiences with Christmas break are similar to mine.

Every year, my family travels to Canada and stays in our winter cabin over Christmas Break. Safe to say, I have been waiting for Christmas break to start since July. It’s the only time of year I feel at peace without the commotion of work and stress.

And I guess the view’s nice too.

We had been driving for hours in a tightly packed minivan, and past a group of trees, I spotted a small town, meaning we were close to our destination. Next to me, I felt my sister shift and basically lie on top of me to get a look out of the window. I grumbled and tried to push her off since her elbow was digging in my side but she was unrelenting.

“Wow, look at this!” She spoke to my brother who was sitting two seats away from me. He had his own window and looked just as mesmerized as I was. No matter how many times we visit, the scenery would never be anything but gorgeous.

The tires of the minivan crunched as we pulled onto the gravel driveway of the cabin. Immediately, my family began piling out and grabbing everything we packed, which was a lot. I walked through the large door of the cabin with very little visibility because of the mound of blankets and bags I was carrying. I started heading straight towards my bedroom before I knocked into someone without looking and everything fell from my arms. I gasped and started muttering about how they should have moved out of the way, fully expecting the person I bumped into to be one of my siblings but as I looked up I saw who I actually bumped into and immediately shut up.

“Oh, it’s just you.” I deadpanned. I stood up straight and quit trying to pick up my stuff, resting a hand on my hip at the person in front of me.

Oscar Piastri. As in the son of the family that stayed in the cabin with us every summer.

Nicole and Chris Piastri, his parents, were my parents’ best friends since highschool. But, when we moved to America and they stayed in Australia, the only time we ever see the Piastri family is over Christmas Break.

Earlier, when I was talking about how much I adore the cabin, I forgot about this information. I take back what I said. Christmas Break is not a break of peace. Instead, its weeks of torture and stress as i barely survive around Mr. Annoying, himself: Oscar Piastri.

What’s annoying about him isn’t that he’s loud or obnoxious- it’s the very opposite.

Ever since we were little, when our families lived a block away from each other, Oscar barely reacted to anything. Most adults or kids our age loved his calm exterior and how ‘mature he was for his age,’ meanwhile I was constantly regarded as a ‘trouble child.’

I was jealous. Of Course I was jealous. Oscar got praised for years and I was pushed away and given a sucker to stay away.

What was the worst, however, was how Oscar acted around me. To others he was a saint, but around me, he made sure to agonize me any chance he got. He would push me off of the swing and then when adults would ask what happened he would pretend like I fell and he was helping me up.

Asshole.

Anyways, now I only have to see him once a year, but those few weeks in December make me want to rip my hair out and run away with a hairless Hugh Jackman.

When I saw who I bumped into, my excited smile was replaced with what felt like a snarl. Oscar stood in front of me, a stupid sirk on his lips, probably having ran into me on purpose.

“Y/n. Didn’t see you there.” He said, a sly smirk still present. He was wearing an orange hoodie, no doubt merch of his. Because, did I mention, Perfect-Piastri also happens to be a Formula-fucking-One Mclaren Racing driver.

Yeah…

So, another thing he holds above me.

“Yeah sure you didn’t” I mutter while moving to shove everything back into my arms. But as I picked up one thing, another fell and instead of noticing my struggle and helping, Oscar just stood there. However, once my parents barreled through the door, arms just as full as mine was, so in order to look helpful, Oscar bent down to carry the heaviest bag.

“Oh! Oscar,” my mom noticed him. “We had no idea you guys had arrived yet.” She had a warm smile on her lips, genuinely happy to see him. “We were hoping to get here first and start cooking dinner.”

She motioned towards my dad who held the bags of groceries we had bought before heading here. In the bags were cans of yams and frozen veggies, indicating their plans.

“Oh, no worries.” Oscar replies, with a matching smile. “My mom started cooking already. We would definitely be happy to enjoy your cooking tomorrow, though. I really am a sucker for your candied yams.”

I watched the scene unfold and rolled my eyes.

Oscar turned back towards me with an amused look and started walking away towards my room, my bag in hand. I shut my eyes tightly, and looked up, praying that I wouldn't go insane this month before following him up the stairs.

(SCENE ii) click here

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[ladykailitha]

The Magic of Christmas Part 1/8

Here it is, guys! My first Christmas steddie story. It was a blast to write even though sometimes it was struggle to get words down being so close to the holidays.

Summary: Steve doesn't play D&D, not really. But he's been a fan of Eddie Munson's artwork for Wizards of the Coast for years. So after he inherits the business from his dad, he decides the best use of all his dad's money is spend it on a five piece painting for the Party of their characters fighting a purple dragon. So he hires Eddie to do the work, but because it's so labor intensive, Steve offers to pay all of Eddie's bills plus any expenses he has for the paintings. How is Eddie to say no to that, so he doesn't try. He also doesn't try not falling in love with Steve. Will Steve reject him or will Eddie get a little magic for Christmas?

Words: 17012 CW: none Rating: Teen for swearing mostly Relationships: Steddie, background Buckingham, Jancy, Eden/Argyle, Dustin/Suzie, Lumax, and a surprise later in the story. Mike and El aren't dating in this, but neither is Mike and Will. They're single.

Also, Steve comes off as mildly autistic in this. He's based on a lot of my own experiences, so I hope this doesn't scare you off.

Essentially this is Eddie falls first, Steve falls harder over the course of six months. June and July aren't strictly mentioned, but you know it's happening during those two months.

***

Eddie walked into the high rise office building feeling a little out of place. All right, maybe a lot of place, if he was being honest with himself.

Here he was in a faded leather jacket and ripped black jeans in an actual fucking glass elevator to the top floor.

The doors opened up to warm outer office. It was dark woods and deep reds and golds. He had been expecting it to look like the rest of the building. He skipped forward to the woman at the desk a little unsure if he was in the right place.

“Hey, um...” he began, tilting his head. “I think I might be in the wrong place. But I’m Eddie Munson and I have a two o’clock appointment with Steve Harrington?”

She blinked up at him in shock. “This is Steve Harrington’s office, let me look at the schedule. I vaguely remember him making sure I didn’t schedule anything for this time.”

Eddie handed her the card that had Steve’s name on the front and the date and time on the back. She took it from him and nodded. He bit his lip nervously as she fiddled with something on her computer.

“All right,” she said, “I do see that he has an hour of time blocked off, but let me call him.”

Eddie nodded.

“Steve,” she said into the receiver. “I have an Eddie Munson here for you.”

“He’s here?” Eddie could hear the excitement in the person’s voice. “Send him in!”

She smiled. “Will do.” She hung up the phone. “Looks you’re good to go.”

Eddie smiled back. “Thanks.” He leaned over the desk for a moment. “I’m guessing you don’t know what this is about anymore than I do.”

She shook his head. “Nope. But he sounds excited to see you so you should really do that.”

He nodded back and skipped over to the door where it swung open as he reached it. He turned back to her. “Neat trick.”

She grinned back.

Eddie walked through the door and found that the inner office was very much the same as the outer one. All warm and cozy. And...well. Friendly.

Behind the desk leaping to his feet to greet him was the most gorgeous human Eddie had ever laid eyes on. He had floppy dark golden hair with hazel eyes behind neat glasses. His smile was easy and infectious.

“Eddie!” the Greek Adonis in a smartly tailored suit said brightly, sticking his hand out to him. “I’m so glad you came. When I spoke to your agent I got the impression you don’t usually do commissions.”

He half shrugged taking the outstretched hand and shaking it. “It’s been a slow year and I don’t taking the odd commission when it intrigues me.”

Steve blushed. “I intrigued the great Eddie Munson, I’m flattered.”

Eddie raised both eyebrows. “I didn’t realize you were a fan of my work.”

Steve nodded eagerly. “Oh hell yeah. I managed to get a picture of that lovely mural you did to cover the gang signs in the neighborhood before the cops destroyed it.”

Eddie blinked. Well fuck. He didn’t realize anyone had known that was him.

“You didn’t tell the cops it was me, did you?”

Steve laughed, clear and bright. He sat down and gestured for Eddie to do the same. “Rule number one. Don’t tell cops shit.”

Eddie sat down with a thud. “That’s good to know.”

Steve grinned wickedly at him and pulled out a picture of the mural from his desk drawer. He handed it to Eddie for him to look at.

“Usually it’s on my desk,” Steve said. “But I didn’t want to come across as too much of a fan boy right away.”

Eddie ran his fingers over the glass. It was of a pack of wolves howling at the moon rising over a tall mountain range.

“It’s nice to see that it’ll be remembered in some small way,” he murmured.

“I’ve got an photographer friend who can make a copy for you if you’d like,” Steve said softly.

Eddie’s head shot up. “You’d do that?”

This time it was Steve that gave a little half shrug. “I mean I can tell it was important to you so...”

He grinned. “Thanks, man. So what’s this commission you’re wanting me to do?”

Steve blushed again. “Do you still do illustrations for Wizard of the Coast?”

Eddie’s jaw dropped. That’s where Steve knew his art from, fucking D&D? This day couldn’t get any weirder.

He cleared his throat. “Like, sometimes. Right now I’m not happy with them for trying to take the game away from little homebrew gamers like me and my friends. But yeah, beggars can’t be choosers.”

Steve nodded. “God, I wish we could go back to the days were stupid rich people would hire poor artists to paint for them for a year or whatever. Free paint, free room and board.”

“Lack of freedom of expression though,” Eddie laughed.

Steve laughed with him. “Not if you’re sleeping with the mistress of the house.”

Eddie laughed harder. “Sorry, I’d be more likely to be sleeping with the master than the mistress.”

Steve smiled with a little shrug. “I’d probably end up doing both if they were hot enough.”

Eddie’s eyebrows went up. All right, noted. “Though I suppose in the scenario you’d be the master, so you’d be sleeping with the artist and the mistress.”

Steve grinned. “Well that’s certainly true.”

Eddie needed to get this meeting to move on before he leapt over the desk to fuck this gorgeous man senseless. “You want to be paint something in my D&D style?”

Steve lit up and Eddie had bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from saying something stupid like how hot he found that look on Steve’s face.

“Yeah, I have these...” he said, “well they aren’t kids anymore. But they were when I first met them. They’re really big into D&D. In fact Dustin, the one I’m closest to is the one that got me into your art. They were so well done in the books and then found out you had a website and well...” he blushed. “I really liked the fantasy stuff.”

Eddie smirked. He knew exactly what Steve was talking about. There was a section on his website where you had to put in your credit card information to even view it. Did he know that kids stole their parents’ credit cards to view that part of his site? Sure. But at least it made sure most of the time that the viewer was over the age of eighteen.

There was more to fantasy then elves or dragons. Eddie smiled.

“Did you now?”

Steve blushed deeper. “Not that I want you to do that for this!” he said waving his hands. “They maybe adults now, I’m not that insane! But they have these characters that they’ve had since they were twelve and I was hoping you could paint them fighting a dragon. Especially a purple dragon. Because they are so cool.”

Eddie ran his tongue over his teeth thoughtfully. “What were you thinking in terms of size?”

Steve pulled out another picture and slid it over to Eddie. Eddie picked it up and looked at it. It was one of those wall paintings that were split into separate pieces but if put together it would form a cohesive picture.

“I was thinking 10x18 for the side pieces and 18x24 for the middle piece which would have the dragon,” Steve explained.

“And each of the side pieces would have a different character?”

Steve nodded. “I was wanting it by Christmas, would that give you enough time to do it?”

Eddie sat back and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I’m mean, I guess. A month for each of the smaller ones and two months for the larger piece. It’s doable. If it’s the only thing I work on for the next six months. So I would require at least half the payment up front.”

Steve nodded and pulled out a piece of paper from a leather folio on his desk and handed it over to him.

Eddie started reading and was about half way down when he realized it was a contract. He usually had his own contract to give clients, especially for projects this big. But looking over Steve’s contract, not only was it better worded, it was a lot better offer for Eddie.

“Do you mind if I take this and show my agent before sign?” he asked.

Steve smiled. “No, of course not. Be my guest. In fact, I insist.”

Eddie relaxed. “Thanks!”

Steve ducked his head bashfully. “I really hope you’ll do it. You’re my favorite artist. Dusty’s too.”

Hoo-boy did Eddie know that look. It was the look of someone who was used to being shut down for their interests because they got too excited talking about it.

It was starting to look like regardless of what Chrissy thought about contract, he was going to do it. Because fuck, no one should have to feel like they were too much.

He stood up and shook his hand. “Is the end of the week okay?”

Steve’s head jerked up in shock. “What?”

“For the contract?” Eddie said, holding up the piece of paper.

“Oh!” Steve murmured. “Yeah. That’ll be a fine.”

Eddie got up and shook Steve’s hand. He walked to the door, but paused at the doorway. He turned back and tilted his head down and around. “You don’t have to limit yourself with me, okay? You can be yourself with me.”

Steve’s jaw dropped. “What? I don’t know what you mean...”

“The look on your face when you were talking about me being your favorite artist,” Eddie explained. “It’s something I see all the time with my friends and even myself. You close yourself off because you think you’re going to be shut down and told to shut up or at the very least dial it back. And I’m saying you don’t have to. Not with me.”

Steve blushed and ducked his head again. “You just want to me flatter the hell out of you.”

Eddie laughed. “I won’t deny that flattering works on me. But I mean it, okay? Don’t limit yourself. The people that mind don’t matter and those that matter won’t mind.”

Steve smiled. “Dr. Seuss. I’ll try to remember that.”

“See that you do,” Eddie said with a laugh. He tapped his hand on the door frame and then walked away.

He was almost to the elevator when the secretary said, “I heard what you said just now. About him not needing to hold back with you. Thank you.”

Eddie paused in his step. He whirled around and then skipped up to the desk. “You don’t need to thank me for that. He deserves to gush about the things he loves.”

“His parents would shut him up every time he would gush about anything,” she said. “Even sports. Which you would think would be the one thing that a boy should gush about, but nope.”

Eddie nodded. “Bastards.” He cocked his head to the side. “You are more than just his secretary aren’t you?”

She laughed. “Best friend and soulmate, Robin Buckley.” She stuck out her hand.

Eddie shook it with a wide smile. “Please to meet you. I’m guessing you’re president of the Steve Harrington Appreciation Society. Where can one sign up?”

Robin laughed. “Signing that contract will do the job I think.” She jutted her chin up at the paper in his hand.

He shrugged. “I got have my agent look at it before I sign anything. She’d murder me otherwise.”

“Fair.”

“See you around, Birdie,” Eddie said with a salute.

She frowned. “Birdie?”

He made a bird with his hands or at least tried with the contract in his hand. “Robin. Bird. Birdie.”

“Oh god,” she sighed. “You’re one of those.”

Eddie threw back his head and laughed. “Yup!” He skipped into elevator and pressed the button to the ground floor. He waved as the elevator lowered him down.

***

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[lady-lostmind]

The one

Written for the @steddiemicrofic July prompt: One

WC: 1111 | Rating: M

Eddie never really understood the appeal of weddings. Long days where you have to dress in uncomfortable clothes and stand around acting like you care that two people decided to tie themselves to one another forever like a couple of suckers destined to a life of disappointment and let down expectations. And okay. Maybe he didn’t have the most shining example of marriage. His parents really should have thrown in the towel long before all the ‘I dos’ were said. But it doesn’t change the fact that it seems ridiculous that two people will be able to make it work forever. Or…it used to. Before he got to witness what love really looks like. Before he felt the blooms of it for the first time himself.

Now, as he watches Max and Lucas smile and kiss in front of their friends and family, after everything they’ve gone through, he gets it. He gets why people make such a big deal out of this one day. Because fuck if he’s not happy for these two. He claps along with everyone else, his eyes wandering over to Steve who is not so subtly wiping the tears from his eyes as he watches the happy couple make their way back down the aisle and his heart swells.

.

Eddie gets set up on a little stage next to the bar at the reception hall, checking that his guitar is tuned before leaning in close to the mic. “Good evening. I’m going to get things rolling here so the lovebirds can come out on the dance floor for their first dance.” He smiles and waits for Max and Lucas to wander shyly to the center of the floor, wrapping their arms around each other. Eddie clears his throat and starts the opening line. “Looks like we made it. Look how far we’ve come, my baby–” A grin catches the corner of his mouth and he watches as they start to sway together with stars in their eyes, locked on like there’s no one else in the room. As he gets to the chorus his eyes flit across the crowd until he finds Steve, already looking back at him with a little smirk on his face. He holds Steve’s gaze as he croons into the mic, letting the words fill with all the ridiculous head over heels, big, over the top swoony romance feelings he always made fun of that this beautiful man makes him feel. And even though this thing between them is technically new, the words still feel right. Because really, they’ve been dancing around each other for nearly a decade. And now that they’ve finally pulled their head out of their asses it’s like the words are sinking into Eddie’s very fucking bones. “You’re still the one I run to–” And he knows he can’t deny it anymore. “The one that I belong to–” Knows he is fully and truly fucked. “You’re still the one I want–” Because he is so absolutely and completely– “ –for life.” -in love with Steve Harrington.

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Eddie never really understood the appeal of weddings. But now, as he stands under an arch in front of all his friends and family, staring into the eyes of the most amazing man he’s ever known, he thinks he was a fool. Because this is the best day of his life. Standing here, proclaiming his love for Steve and vowing to be his for the rest of his life was the easiest decision he’s ever made. And sure, the actual day is still really cheesy, and he hates this fucking itchy suit, and he knows he’s going to be embarrassed when he inevitably cries during Steve’s vows to him, but it’s fucking worth it. So worth it to see Steve, who absolutely loves weddings, smiling from ear to ear and looking gorgeous in his white suit. To give him this day that he deserves more than anything because he is so good, and kind and loving.

The cocky smile that has been plastered on his face all day pulls impossibly further as he lets out a ‘Fuck yes, I do.’ and leans in to press a kiss to Steve’s lips before Robin even gives him the go ahead, completely missing the part where she calls them husbands, getting completely lost in Steve. Someone off to the side clears their throat and the crowd around them laughs as they pull apart to walk back down the aisle, hand in hand.

.

Eddie pulls Steve in close, leaning his forehead against his and letting out a happy sigh as they start swaying to the music. A soft instrumental version of the song Eddie picked ringing out around them. Steve’s face scrunches and he huffs out a laugh. “Wasn’t this Max and Lucas’s first dance song?” A shy grin tugs at Eddie’s mouth and he nods, whisper singing the words to Steve under his breath. “Looks like we made it. Look how far we’ve come, my baby.” Steve grins, shaking his head and tucking his face against Eddie’s neck.

.

Eddie pulls out and sucks in a deep breath, trying to catch his breath as he flops down on the bed next to Steve with a groan. Steve lets out a content sigh, scooching in close and putting his cheek on Eddie’s sweaty chest. Eddie smiles trying to bask in the afterglow. His hand finds its way to Steve’s hair and brushes it out of his face. He leans down to press his lips to Steve’s forehead and starts humming ‘You’re still the one’ softly against his skin. Steve kisses his side and shifts to look up at Eddie with big, curious eyes. “Why did you pick that song?” Eddie huffs out a laugh and shrugs. “It’s when I realized I loved you.” Steve’s mouth drops open in a little gasp. “At their wedding? But we’d only been together for like…” Eddie brow furrows as he cringes. “Two weeks.” A laugh escapes Steve’s mouth as he shakes his head and smacks Eddie’s arm lightly. “You didn’t tell me you loved me until we’d been together for like a year, Eds.” A cocky grin pulls at Eddie’s lips. “I mean, yeah. Two weeks is insane, baby. I didn’t want to scare you off.” Steve’s eyes go wide and he lets out a dreamy sigh as he settles back against Eddie’s chest. “You wouldn’t have scared me off.” Eddie’s mouth tips up at the corner as his hand finds its way back into Steve’s hair and sings softly. “You’re still the one I run to. The one that I belong to. You’re still the one I want for life.”

[turcott3]

the fourth of july

dean letourneau x fem! reader

warnings?: kissing, and a whole lot of fluff

masterlist

(this is for jay just bc)

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"what?" dean asks walking out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel.

"nothing. just looking at you." you blush. you had been together only a little more than two months so sometimes you still had some awkward, blush moments between the two of you.

"00000 you're blushing." he giggles, teasing you and tossing his towel over the back of your desk chair.

"is this your first fourth of july?" you ask as he pulls a shirt you picked out over his head, ready to go out into your backyard.

"it is." he smiles, tackling you over into your bed, pressing a handful of kisses to your cheek. the two of you were taking your physical affections pretty slowly. you didn't want to rush into anything with him especially with him getting drafted to boston and committing to play hockey at boston college. you tried to save those moments for when you missed each other the most. a proper kiss had yet to come between the two of you, but you didn't feel rushed to it. though you did wish it would come sooner than later.

"dean, we gotta go outside." you giggle as he tickled your sides intensely, laughs echoing throughout your room until you couldn't breathe.

"fine." he huffs sarcastically, helping you off the bed and taking your hand into his as you walked down the stairs.

"there's my favorite little, and some not so little, lovebirds." your sister smiles greeting you as you walked out back.

"is dad ready for his annual show?" you ask your sister.

"yep, he wheeled everything down toward the water. he spent extra for dean." she replies.

"im the honorable american tonight." he adds, a giggle shared between the three of you.

"you folks ready?" your dad yells from down the hill.

"yeah dad, we're ready." you reply, the three of your standing up and walking toward the edge of your balcony.

"prepare your ears." your mom says, walking up and standing with your sister.

"okay here we go." your dad yells again. moments later fireworks begin shooting into the sky one at a time.

"oh that one was pretty," dean says, you grabbing onto his arm and leaning onto him.

"it was." you reply quietly, soaking up the moments knowing he was gonna be leaving in a few days. you felt his arm slip around your waist, your heart fluttering at the gesture. you looked up at the brunette, mesmerized by the colorful explosions in the sky. he must've caught you looking because moments later his eyes were locked with yours.

"oh sorry, was i staring again?" you say snapping out of it.

"mhm." he replies, smiling.

"you're just so pretty." you reply quietly.

"thank you baby." he replies, instinctively turning toward you, leaning in. at the split sound of a firework your lips were locked on his for the first time. his hands finding their way to your cheeks, your hands hanging from the pit of his elbows. the kiss was soft, yet full of passion. your lips seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces. carefully separating, his hands hook under your thighs, wrapping your legs around his hips. you reconnect your lips quickly, your hands cupping his cheeks as he held you up firmly, the fireworks booming a hundred feet away were now nothing but background noise as your mind was spinning. you couldn't believe it was finally happening. you pulled away out of breath with a giggle. pressing your head to his as you caught your breath.

"my mom and sister are right over there." you say lowly.

"you think they haven't been dogging me about you?" he asks laughing.

"are you serious?" you reply.

"yes but i didn't do this because they wanted me to, i did it because i wanted to." he adds.

"i know, i know. thank you handsome." you reply, running your fingers through his hair.

"anything for my gorgeous girl. thank you for making my first fourth of july the best." he smiles pressing a short sweet kiss to your lips. you broke apart just in time for the finale. fireworks shooting frantically into the sky. he gently placed you back on the ground as you watched them go off, laughing at the speed at which they were exploding.

the rest of the night was spent wrapped up in each other, even in front of your family. not that it mattered, they adored dean just as much if not more than you. they were happy to see their daughter happy and you were happy to have finally found your person, with many more fourth of july-s to come.

[brown-bi-beautiful]

Baby Boy (Teaser)

College au

Pairing: nerd! Jungkook x fuckgirl! reader

MINORS DNI

Genre: strangers to lovers? smut, fluff, a little angst

Estimated words: 15-20k

Summary : You are bored with all of the boys on your campus and now you want the new toy except...the new toy doesn't want you.

Warnings: Jungkook hates reader at the beginning 😭😭😭, Jungkook is an asshole to her, reader and her friends are low-key mean girls, reader and her friends objectify Jungkook a lot (red flag right there), reader is kind of the s word, slutshaming, angst (but it's like very tolerable), SMUT (FURTHER WILL BE ADDED IN THE ACTUAL FIC)

Release date- July - August

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Mr. Aitken's lecture was interrupted by the creaking sound of the large lecture hall door swinging open. In walked a boy with fluffy hair and clothes that seemed too big for him, drawing everyone's attention.

"I'm so sorry for interrupting you, is this Ancient Mesopotamia with Mr. Fergus Aitken?" The boy asked in a voice so low and if it wasn't so silent in the class you wouldn't be able to hear it.

"Yes, it is. Now, hurry up and take your seat. You're wasting my time," the old man grumbled, prompting the boy to rush and nervously find a place to sit. You observed him with curiosity as he settled in the only available seat, which happened to be in the third row directly in front of you.

From the little you could see of his face, you certainly liked it. He seemed younger than you, or maybe it was his dressing style and demeanor that gave off that impression. There was an aura of innocence and cuteness about him that caught your attention. If it weren't for the classroom setting, you would already be approaching him.

While you had no reservations sleeping with any attractive man, Jimin always insisted that you have a type. He believed you had a soft spot for spoiling cute and innocent boys. Boys who seemed inexperienced in the field, boys you could teach, boys who looked like they've never seen pussy in their life, boys like him.

Your best friend seemed to have caught on to the expression on your face, and with a knowing smirk, he nudged you playfully.

"I thought you said you were done with college boys."

"That was before I knew somebody this cute goes here. Who the hell is he?" You asked, genuinely curious about the boy who just walked in.

"Why do you think I know everybody in this college?"

"Because you're a gossip girl."

"You don't complain when I give you the gossips."

"I'm sorry, is my lecture interrupting your conversation, Mr. Park, Ms. __," a thickly accented voice interjected, breaking your conversation with Jimin. You glanced up and noticed that all eyes, including those of the new boy, were on you. This time, you got a full view of his face, and you were taken aback by his beauty. His big doe eyes gazed back at you, his lips set in a natural pout, and his fluffy hair, partially restrained by a black bandana, almost concealed his stunning features. To call him merely pretty would be disrespectful towards him; he was absolutely gorgeous.

*******

"Guess who has a new crush," Jimin exclaimed the moment you both stepped into the cafe where you and your friends usually hung out. And by hung out you meant practically lived.

"Shut up. It's not a crush," you defended yourself, settling down on the couch and playfully nudging your friend with your butt to make some space for yourself.

"Sure. It's not a crush." Jimin mocked.

"Wait, I wanna know. Who is it?" Riley exclaimed excitedly, leaving her boyfriend Hobi's lap to move closer to you, eager to hear all the details. "Please don't tell me it's that guy from the other night. He's been telling people that he dumped you because you're bad at giving head."

"Ew, no," you protested. "It's not a crush or anything. Jimin loves to overreact. It's just this guy I noticed in class today. It was his first time with Mr. Aitken; otherwise, I think I would have noticed him before. He's just really cute, that's all."

"Wait cute as in 'charming-flirty cute' or cute as in 'you could spread him on a toast and eat' cute." Jennie chipped in on your conversation.

"Knowing her, I bet it's the latter." Said Hoseok.

"I'm not answering that." You said as the waitress, Robin, came with your usual coffee order and you thanked her with a smile.

Everybody looked at Jimin expectantly knowing if you didn't answer he would and he looked at you with a smirk, clearly enjoying every second of this.

"Definitely the latter."

*******

"I'm- I'm sorry... I got lost- I'll just... Leave." Jungkook hurriedly picked up his books from the ground and rushed to get out of there.

Before you knew it you were pushing away the guy in front of you and without any explanation to him you rushed after Jungkook.

"Hey, wait," you called after him and he froze on the spot. When you finally approached him you gave him a sweet smile.

"I-I-said I'm sorry."

"Oh no, it's ok. You just said you're lost?" Jungkook looked at you in confusion. Did you actually just leave your make out session to ask him that?

"Ummm.. yeah, I recently started having classes in this sector and I was... looking for Abnormal Psych with Mr Hastings."

"I know where that class is, come I'll walk you."

"It's not necessary," Jungkook looked at the ground in order to not make any eye contact.

"I insist. By the way I'm," you introduced yourself and offered him your hand which he looked at hesitantly for a few seconds but didn't shake. You were a little hurt but didn't show it in your face "And you are?"

"Jeon Jungkook." His voice was lower than you expected.

*******

"Do you want to get coffee sometime?" You asked, looking up at him with a smile.

Jungkook panicked at your question. You wanted to have coffee with him? You wanted to have coffee with him? But why? Probably so that your little posse of friends can make fun of him.

"No thanks." Jungkook's rejection caught you off guard, and it was an unfamiliar feeling to be on the receiving end of such a response. Doubts crept into your mind, wondering if he had misunderstood you or if there was some miscommunication between you two.

"No, I'm asking you out on a coffee."

"I- I know," He said, "I don't want to."

Feeling beyond shock the only thing that left your mouth was "Why?"

"I don't date girls like you." And with that he quickly went inside the lecture room leaving a very shocked you outside.

*******

"Shh... If you don't make a noise nobody, would know." You murmured against Jungkook's lips which were now shining with your pink gloss. You were slowly pumping his cock that was now hard and hot against your hand.

"But w-what if some-somebody walks in." He stuttered, clearly overwhelmed by the pleasure you were bringing him.

"Don't worry, nobody comes to this part of the library. Trust me." Jungkook seemed to have trusted your words as he calmed down just a little.

"Now, do you want me to make you cum?" He hesitantly nodded and you happily sunk down on your knees to take him in your mouth.

When your warm wet lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, Jungkook realises how hard it was going to be to stay silent

"You cuming, baby boy?"

*******

A/n: if you wanna get tagged in this fic send me an ask or comment here.

[blackcatwriter]

Summer Love (Arthur Morgan x f!reader)

a/n: college has been beating me up lately so I've decided to spend my time writing again instead of studying. yay! here's another arthur pic because I can't get him out of my mind. also just wanted to say all your likes, reblogs, and comments are everything to me. its nice to know that at least someone out there in the world likes what I write so big thank you :]

shout out to @scumscumpooties47 for taking the time to not just read this once but twice. love you fool 💜

warnings: canon typical violence, fluff/some angst, canon ending, set prior to rdr2, mary linton never happens here!

wc: 5k

summary: You take an interest in the new stable hand your father hired.

line divider by @enchanthings

You met him in the summer of 1881. It had been particularly hot that July, but you did your best to endure it as you committed yourself to tending to the family business. Being the only extra hand capable of assisting your father with the horses, you had been pulling your weight and then some. 

Of course, you were disappointed. Valentine was a small town–so small that it seemed you knew everyone and everyone knew you. Arthur had been new to the town, passing through with two charmingly mysterious older men for the summer. Your mother had been no different either. She was extremely protective of preserving your innocence–whatever that meant–and kept you busy with household chores. It was only one afternoon when both your father and mother had been away that you managed to sneak out to the stables, where Arthur would be working.

Poking your head in from the doors, you watched as he shoveled the manure into a wheelbarrow. The stench of the manure should’ve been enough to deter you away, but you hadn’t expected him to be so muscular. His shirt had been discarded somewhere else, allowing you the view of his sweaty muscles flexing as he cleaned the stalls. With each lift of the shovel, his biceps flexed in a way that left you feeling flushed in your face. Your dignity was long gone at that point. There, in all his sweaty glory, stood the boy your parents told you to stay away from, Arthur Morgan.

And here you were in a simple dress that had surely seen better days and messy unruly hair. For god's sake, you couldn’t even be sure if you had anything on your face. Why hadn’t you double checked that? How is it possible for someone to look this good shoveling literal shit? Life was clearly not fair. 

But you were here now and who knew when you’d have another chance to chat with him. Taking a deep breath, you tried to relax and walked into the stables. Calm down. He’s just like any other guy in town, totally not gorgeous or rugged. As to not startle him, you announced your presence by clearing your throat as you made your way towards him. It was just as he set the shovel down to acknowledge you, that you stepped on a piece of manure and fell. It was only by luck that you fell on your butt rather than faceforward, but nonetheless you were still mortified. 

“Sorry ‘bout that. Haven’t gotten there yet.” Arthur mumbled, walking to you and reaching out a hand. Sheepishly, you accepted his help and stood. You thought he was tall from afar, but standing this close to him left you feeling rather foolish. What interest would he have in you? You’re just a stable man’s daughter. Surely in whatever adventures he’s had in other towns–he must’ve seen all kinds of beautiful women. 

“Are ya’ alright, miss?” He took his hat in his hand and used his other hand to slick back his hair. Oh the things you’d give to be raking your hand through his hair with his head in your lap, looking up at you–

“Miss?” Arthur interrupted your thoughts. Feeling rather defeated from your fall and now being caught gazing at him starry eyed, you’d wanted to run back to your room and curl up on your bed. “I’m-I’m alright. I’m just rather frazzled, that’s all. No one’s fault but my own.” You rambled, desperately trying to look everywhere but at him. “S’a good thing you ain’t hit your head. I wouldn’t be workin’ here much longer if ya’ did.” It was clear Arthur wasn’t as comfortable as you would’ve liked him to be. Being as well-traveled as he was rumored to be, you would’ve thought he’d be more charismatic. 

“Mr. Morgan, I apologize. I ain’t tryna be a bother here. I just wanted to introduce myself.” And so you did. You introduced yourself to him, giving him the best smile you could muster under the mortifying circumstances you had just been. “You’re the bosses’ daughter; you ain’t a bother at all.” A small lop-sided grin grew on his face to your delight. 

And so you spent the rest of the afternoon following him around the stalls. You had offered to help him with the work, but he refused to let you. Arthur claimed it was something along the lines of “it ain’t right to let a woman handle something he was hired for” or so he said. You think he just didn’t want you falling flat on the floor again.

Once the sun began setting and you knew your parents would be back soon, he offered to walk you back to your little farmhouse on the outskirts of Valentine. Your little slip in the manure had been long forgotten by the both of you after Arthur had offered you his jacket to tie around your waist while you walked back. 

“How long ya’ plan on staying around for?” Clasping your hands behind your back, you pretended to not be as curious as you truly felt. Arthur was a breath of fresh air from this small town. There was far more to him than meets the eye as you had spent the day discovering. “I dunno. Guess that all depends on what Dutch thinks.” He shrugged.

Walking up the porch of your home, the lights were still off, which meant your parents were still out. “This is me.” Thrumming your fingers on the railing, you couldn’t help but hope he’d want to steal a few more moments with you. 

He stood tired on the other side of the railing looking up to you. Arthur had been up since the sun, helping Dutch with his plans and then working for your father. He hadn’t had a break the entire day, yet somehow he felt re-energized standing before you. The moonlight shone brightly above the both of you, dancing in your eyes. You had this spirit about you that left him wanting to linger around your company. He never saw anything like it and Arthur had been through all kinds of crowds. Still, it’d be foolish to get caught up with you. 

For starters, he’d end up with a bullet between his eyes if his boss ever caught the two of you together. The other problem that had his main concern was Dutch. Dutch would see you as a distraction from whatever plans he and Hosea were scheming–or worse. He’d see you as a tool for his plans. Even though the young outlaw just met you today, he couldn’t help but be entranced by you.

 Unbeknownst to your knowledge, he had seen you around when he had been taking hay to the horses. He saw you in the window of your kitchen while you were helping your mother prepare lunch. It had been a harmless crush at the moment, one he’d known would be forgotten about once Dutch and Hosea carried out their plans and they’d be forced to move towns. But then you showed up in the stalls unexpectedly to him and robbed him of his heart before he could stop you.

“I should leave before your father gets back,” he took a small step forward and placed his hands next to yours on the railing. “But I should come back for my jacket sometime.” He added nonchalantly. Your pinky accidentally brushed his hand, but to your delight neither of you moved your hands away. “I’ll have it clean before ya’ do.” 

And so you said your goodbyes. He stayed on your mind and vice versa. The next time you saw each other had been when he managed to finish his work early to sneak away with you. Of course you had forgotten to bring his jacket, having kept it hidden away somewhere your nosy mother would never find it. Thus giving you the excuse to see him again with the promise of returning it.

Arthur didn’t see his jacket again for the rest of that summer. Instead, you’d have countless adventures throughout what remained of the hot weather. Most times the both of you would sneak away for a quick dip in the river that ran north of Valentine. It was risky on your end, but it would give you the opportunity to be away from the nosy eyes of your townsfolk. Sitting by the water, you dipped your feet in the river. Arthur sat by you doing the same. 

“Listen, I…I’ll be leavin’ soon. I’ve finished up most of the work I need to do for your father and Dutch says he’s got some business prospects in another town.” He scratched the back of his neck, careful to keep his gaze from yours. Neither of you ever addressed it, but it was clear what was blossoming between the two of you. 

“But what about the horses? They need year round care-takin’ and you ain’t even finished fixin’ up the roof!” The inevitable had finally come yet you thought if you were convincing enough, you’d be able to keep him for longer. The thought of being alone again after he left had been plaguing you for a while, but usually that fear would be long forgotten when he managed to make you laugh with one of his stories. 

“Your father already got another stable hand lined up for when I leave. He made sure he hired someone good to take care of them horses who can be here for the rest of the year. He loves those horses plenty…they’ll be just fine.” But by the look in his eyes you knew he wasn’t really talking about the horses. You fidgeted with your hands in your lap until he enclosed your hand with his own, giving it a gentle squeeze for comfort. 

“So…you won’t be back next summer?” You hesitantly drawled, hoping he’d understand what you were really trying to ask him. Arthur released your hand from his and took a deep breath. “There won’t be a need to. Dutch and Hosea say ain’t no reason to stick around.” He scratched at his stubble. The indifference in his voice felt like a punch to your stomach. How could he act so casually about this?

“I think it’s time I get back. My mother will be wondering where I went.” It came out more harshly than you intended, but you hoped he got the message. You stormed away from where you sat only for Arthur to grab your arm and stop you. “It ain’t like that. I got no choice in the matter.” He reasoned, raising his voice. 

“Didn’t sound like it! You seemed just fine with leavin’ me–” 

Arthur pulled you towards him, interrupting your anger with a harsh kiss. You were startled by the move, but quickly returned his passion by tugging him down towards you. “I ain’t the man you think I am. I’ve done some bad things.” He rested his forehead against yours, panting as he caught his breath

“You’re smarter than that, don’t be foolish. We need to get ya’ back home before the suns gone.” He walked back to his horse, leaving you standing there dumbfounded. Eventually, your senses returned to you and you followed in his footsteps to his horse, but you were more than sure you had left your heart there.

As he said, Arthur returned you to your farmhouse and disappeared in the darkness of the evening. The days went on and you stayed away from your father’s stables as you were too scared to face the heartbreak of seeing a new stablehand. Your mother noticed your drop in mood and pestered you for a long time about it before eventually leaving you alone to your devices. 

Arthur had been your first love and your first crushing heartbreak. Yet, as the seasons changed and time passed, Arthur began to occupy your mind less and less. However, along with burying his jacket under your bed you seemed to have erased any notions of romance in your life completely. 

You seemed to have changed with the seasons too, and having a new sense of maturity in your nature, the men of Valentine began noticing you. You rejected all of their advances, but it wasn’t as if you swore off romance entirely after the heartbreak Arthur left. You were simply looking for something that made you feel what Arthur did, but not once did they ever come close. In all your time together he only kissed you once, but god did he kiss you with his entire being. Pressing your fingers to your lips, you wondered where he was. 

“All aboard!” The conductor yelled from the train, knocking you out of your thoughts. Picking up your purse, you hurriedly boarded the train to pick a nice seat by the window. Being an adult now, you have begun traveling out of Valentine in hopes of finding opportunities for jobs in other towns. You loved your family dearly, but you had outgrown Valentine a long time ago and it was time for change. So here you were on a train to Blackwater for an interview. 

The only bad thing being that the head banker only seemed to have time for an interview in the morning before the bank opened, so you had woken early and got to the train station before the sun was up. Your mother had desperately begged you not to go, seeing as there might be criminals looking to rob trains while it’s still dark out, but you fought back.

While the folk in your hometown were sweet on your family, this was your chance to explore as much of the world as you could. You were young and a woman so when you  inevitably married you knew you’d be limited by duties as a wife. Besides, how far could one go in Valentine? 

The cart you sat in thankfully only had a few other people in it to which you were grateful. As the train began rolling forward it began lulling you to sleep. A woman traveling by herself at such hours should be alert of her surroundings, but you were too tired to give a damn. Yawning, you leaned against the window and relaxed, drifting out of consciousness. 

By the time you awoke, you were nearly to Riggs Station from which there you’d take a wagon to Blackwater. All was going accordingly until the train came to a sudden stop, followed by loud shots fired outside the train. The passengers in your cart began screaming, looking around at each other as if any of them had any idea what was happening. You yourself were wide awake now, startled by the sound of yelling men outside the train. If you survived this, you were sure you’d never survive your mother’s worrying. 

You poked your head up to look out the window and saw horses standing by as the men began making their way on the train. In the dark you could’ve sworn that one of the horses had a similar coat pattern to Arthur’s horse, but it’d be silly to dwell on that especially in a moment like this. One by one, the masked men made their way through the carts demanding money from what you could hear. Grabbing your purse you looked at what you had inside. You only had enough dollars on you for a train ticket back to Valentine and the lunch your mother packed. Perhaps they’d take pity on you and leave you alone.

“Hands up, this is a robbery! Make any moves and I’ll shoot ya’!” The man barged in with a gun in one hand and a sack of money in the other hand. “Give us all your money!” He threatened, slowly walking up the aisle. Most of the men gave their money and watches without a fight, except for the man in the seat behind you. “I ain’t scared of you and I ain’t giving you jack shit.” He spat, crossing his arms.

Raising your head from the ground you turned to look at him. He sat firm in his seat even with the robber right in front of him. The robber cocked his head as if the man’s defiance entertained him. “Alright, maybe my friend here might change your mind.” He stepped back and allowed the man behind him to move forward.

If the first robber was tall then this second man was a giant. His boots thudded on the hardwood floors of the train as he raised his revolver at the man. The only visible feature of the masked man’s face were his cold blue eyes. Eyes that you remember once looking into lovingly so many summers ago. 

“Arthur?” The name came out before you could properly register what was occurring in front of you. Your sweet and quiet Arthur Morgan had a raised gun in the face of the man behind you and all you could do was sit there in shock. He visibly faltered by the shock of your being there allowing the man he threatened to knock the gun out of his hand. “Arthur!” His fellow gunman yelled, shooting the passenger before he had another chance to fight back. The man instantly went limp against his seat at the horror of the other passengers. 

Your eyes darted between the now dead man and Arthur who stood silently. Just as you were about to speak, lawmen arrived at the scene of the robbery. “Come on, we gotta go!” The robber shouted as he ran out of the cart. The outlaw’s gaze stayed firmly on you like he couldn’t hear anything else that was happening. The sound of a bullet shooting through a window was what made him duck next to you, instinctively covering you with his body. “We gotta go, come on.” His voice was gruff in your ear. Arthur ushered you away with the safety of his chest against your back as protection, keeping his gun aimed in the air to keep everyone away. 

“He’s taking her hostage!” One of the women in the seats yelled. Truthfully, you didn’t really have a choice in being led away by him but it likely wouldn’t be any different if it was in your power. Here was the man who stole your heart so long ago yet he couldn’t be anymore different than when you first met him. Just as you were about to exit, he pulled you back and whispered in your ear, “No ones gonna hurt ya’.” 

“What do you mean? What are you–” Arthur pushed you out the cart before you finished your sentence. The cold steel of his revolver was pressed against your without notice, but not enough to hurt you. “Shoot and I’ll kill the little lady.” He barked, making the lawmen instantly lower their guns. Your eyes widened in shock as you processed his words. Kill the little lady? 

Arthur dragged you along with him, using you as a human shield for him until you reached the horse you noticed earlier. The man who was on the train with Arthur earlier helped you mount the horse before turning to Arthur. “You sure about this? Dutch ain’t gonna be too happy to hear about this.” He waved his gun around.

“John, you worry about yourself and I’ll worry about her. Now go! I’ll see you at camp later.” Arthur kept his gun towards the lawmen as he mounted the horse. You held on tight behind him, but you didn’t fail to notice he certainly had more muscle on him now than he did all those years ago. Was this man who protected you one moment then risked your life the next, still your Arthur? Was he still even yours?

While you worried over Arthur’s new identity, the rest of his accomplices stayed behind to give the both of you a chance at escaping with the lawmen on your tail. The horse galloped away into the hills and forests until you recognized the area as the heartlands. You spent the entire ride unsure of what to say. What would you even say? He had just finished robbing the train you were on AND took you with him. What did he plan to do with you?

“We’ll stop here for the night. You’ll need rest.” He pulled the reins on his horse, stopping in an area passerbyers wouldn’t be able to see. The outlaw dismounted the horse first before grabbing you by the waist to lift you off. He remained silent for the rest of what took him to set up a small fire. After he was done, you both sat on a log as he prepared venison over the fire. 

“It ain’t much, but it’ll do.” He handed you the meat and took a bite of what was left. “Arthur, what is happening? We haven’t spoken in years and then you just rob the train I’m on and now what? You think you can just take me hostage?” An overwhelming sensation fell over you as you began to process your reality. You were in the middle of a forest, with a man you’re not sure you know anymore, with no way home.

“I never said you had to stay. You’re free to leave, but Valentine is still a good walk away from here and there still might be bad folk walkin’ around.” He spoke nonchalantly as he munched on his food. The unseriousness in his voice left your jaw hanging. This wasn’t the Arthur you knew. “Well I can’t just walk out of here! I ain’t got a way home and I had an interview set up within the coming hour and now–now what am I gonna do?” You stood from your seat angrily, pacing by the fire. “And who are you? I don’t recognize this version of you!”

“I told you I did bad things.” He grunted. “I don’t know why I took you here. I just saw you and I acted without thinkin’. You do that to me.” Arthur mumbled the last few words, but you managed to make out what he meant. 

“You can’t risk my entire future just on the whim! It’s my future!” Arthur winced at your raising voice. Shame was clear on his face as he nervously scratched at his fully grown beard. “I’m not some “little lady” you can order around. I ain’t that girl you knew from before.” You groaned, tugging at your hair in frustration. Arthur sighed and stood in front of you. “I’m sorry.” He took his hat in his hands and fidgeted. Only you could render this force of a man to be so vulnerable. That’s why he never brought you up again once he left Valentine so long ago–and why he could never bring himself to go back. 

“I’ll take you back home and…I’ll give you some money to make up for missin’ out on that job. I was an idiot for doin’ this. I’m sorry.” He turned from you and began kicking dirt over the dying fire. “Arthur.” You softly spoke. “Arthur, look at me.” Smiling sadly, you placed a hand on his shoulder. As he turned to face you, you took his hat from his hands and placed it to the side. “I missed you too.” 

Cradling his face in your hands you kissed him with a tenderness he hadn’t known in so long. One hand came to hold the back of your head while the other moved to your lower-back, keeping you close. “I ain’t ever known a woman who ever kissed like you do.” He caressed your cheek lovingly. “Yeah?” A laugh escaped you, the way most of your feelings did when you were around Arthur. He seemed to have a way of doing that to you. 

“Come on, cowboy. We’ve been here long enough. Them lawmen are gonna come running through any second and what’re we gonna tell them? I fell in love with my captor?” You teased him, nudging his shoulder. Arthur’s cheeks reddened slightly to your hearts delight. He never enjoyed expressing his feelings so it was nice when you could catch him off guard. It was almost like the old days. 

“They’ll think you’re as crazy as me and just kill us both.” He grumbled, earning another laugh from you. Arthur packed everything back onto his horse and helped you back up onto the horse before sitting behind you. The rest of the way back to Valentine, you and him shared stories of the parts of your lives neither of you were present for. Arthur came clean about his situation and clarified that the man John had killed on the train was not how they normally went about things. 

“Dutch’s motto is we save folk as need savin’, kill folk as need killin’, and feed folk as need feedin’. We ain’t heartless people. Most of us anyways.” He chuckled. You had leaned back against him, relaxing in his arms the entire time. It’s been so long since you’ve been back in your favorite place. “Dutch had done right by you from what I hear. I trust you ain’t needlessly killing people.” You hummed, sighing dreamily. 

You knew that you should be mortified–disgusted by his actions. You should be screaming your head off for someone to save you. Arthur’s hands were crimson red from the amount of blood he had shed, but they were the same hands that held you so gently. You knew there was no safer place on earth than in his arms. He’d do anything for you and you felt the same. 

Of course, you knew your time with him was coming to an end once more. Valentine was visible in the distance which left you disheartened, but you didn’t show. Once you arrived closer to town, Arthur had raised his bandana over his face again to protect his identity. Word was bound to be spreading over an outlaw holding a woman of your description captive. You’d have a limited time with him until someone reported him and he’d be on the run again.

He stopped the horse when they reached your farmhouse, thankfully your parents must’ve still been asleep, giving you the chance to bid him goodbye. Just like the first time you met, you stood on the porch with Arthur looking up at you, but this time his hands held yours. “Where you gonna run off to now? Lawmen are gonna be looking for you.” You leaned over the railing, smiling down on him.

“You don’t need to worry, sweetness. I’ve been on the run for my whole life. Ain’t nothing that can keep me away from you anymore.” His words sent a warmth coursing through your body. Damn this man and his words. “Does that mean I can expect to see you again? Or do I have to wait for you to rob the train I’m on?” You grinned. 

He rolled his eyes, but smirked at your teasing. “I’ll be back before you know it.” Satisfied with his vague answer, you gave him a kiss to hold him over for however long he’ll be gone. “I’ll be here.” Arthur kissed you once more before mounting his horse and galloping away. 

Clearing up the air with the head banker, someone had notified him about your misfortune with your train to Blackwater to which he understandably rescheduled your interview. You managed to make it to the bank this time and impressed them with your skills, earning yourself the job. And true to his word, Arthur visited you once again in the summer. He set up camp nearby and spent the high season with you down by the river or in nearby towns where you wouldn’t fear your father shooting Arthur.

He’d leave at the beginning of fall, but would return every summer to see you again. It wasn’t a conventional situation, but he was a man worth the wait. He’d spend every summer loving you as much as he could before the cold came to whisk him away again and when he faced his ultimate ending, you’d visit him every summer where his grave stood. 

[onlygenxhere]

A conversation between me, @innytoes, @missjoolee, @floating-in-the-blue, and @jatp-spinsb about that grindr post that went around a while ago about needing a screwdriver and not a hookup has led to a Juke version of that prompt. (I didn't think there was one) I'm not sure what to call it.

It was a lazy Saturday morning and Julie was cooking herself some bacon and eggs scrolling through the dating app Flynn had talked her into installing last night after her third glass of wine.

When the talk had turned to how long it had been since she’d been laid her best friend had insisted this new app was the way to break her dry spell. It was marketed as a dating app but was more popular for being the hetero version of grinder. On the plus side the men couldn’t message the women till they messaged them first. It was sexist as hell but when it came to a possible hookup Julie appreciated it.

She sighed as she swiped left on a guy that listed sky diving as one of his favorite hobbies. “Hell to the no.” She muttered under her breath.

She’d actually forgotten all about the app until her do not disturb turned off at nine and her phone started pinging that there were a few matches within the default radius of two miles.

She paused on a pretty cute guy that seemed to be a little too fond of his admittedly nice arms when the smell of her bacon burning finally pulled her attention back to her breakfast that was about to be ruined.

“Shit!” She dropped her phone on the table and only halfway noticed Dahlia, her cat, jumping up as she moved to save her bacon from ruin.

“Dahlia down!” She scolded over her shoulder as she turned the stove off and pulled the bacon out, laying it on a paper towel.

The cat ignored her of course, continuing to sniff at her phone, as she went about making herself a sandwich with her eggs and bacon.

She took a bite and moaned happily as she sat back down, pushing Dahlia’s nose away from her still open screen and froze.

Apparently the cat had sent the guy with the arms a message and he had replied.

Several times….

Me Ooo kiiiop

Luke Oh thank god Hi Hey I’m not actually looking for a date or hook up right this moment Not that your picture isn’t gorgeous But my bathroom sink is currently overflowing and what I really need is a flat head screwdriver I’m not sure if I have enough towels to keep my apartment from flooding. Hello?

Well shit. If his apartment was anything like hers there wasn’t a universal cut off so he’d have to wait for maintenance to get there and, again, if it was like hers, he could be anywhere from a few minutes to a few days showing up.

She checked his location and saw he was literally on the next block over and sighed. Guess she was going to get her good deed out of the way for the day.

Me Be there in five

She wolfed down her sandwich as she pulled out her little tool kit her tia had gifted her when she moved in, grabbed an armful of towels and her keys and was out the door in record time jogging down the block in her bare feet.

She was headed up the steps of Mr. arms, sorry, Luke’s building when her phone pinged twice.

Luke You’re a life saver Apartment 3C

“Of course you live on the third floor.” She grumbled as she started to climb. Realizing halfway up she didn’t have a bra on. At least her tank wasn’t white.

She banged at 3C’s door with her elbow three times as she tried to catch her breath before it was jerked open and she nearly fell in.

Her first thought was maybe he had a right to be proud of those arms because his profile picture hadn’t done them justice.

He also hadn’t been soaking wet in that picture.

Floppy brown hair curling around his forehead and dripping down his face, pajama pants hanging low on narrow hips and a sleeveless t-shirt plastered to an equally impressive torso.

“Oh thank god!” He grabbed the towels and the toolbox out of her hands and rushed down the hall. “Come on in!”

She took a steadying breath as she stepped inside the apartment. It looked much like her own with only a small sofa, books and a decent sized tv in the small living room. But where she had her piano by her balcony door, he had an amp and guitar.

Julie shook her head and moved down the hall to the bathroom curious how bad the situation was.

She tried not to laugh as she peaked around the corner. There were wet towels everywhere and a literal spray of water coming out from under one of the faucets. Luke was on the floor with her screwdriver turning something she couldn’t see.

Whatever he was doing seemed to be working because the deluge of water started to slow and then stop.

He sat up with a sigh, pushing his wet hair off his face and smiled at her. “All better.”

She felt a throb between her legs and her nipples tighten. Fuck, that smile should come with a warning label.

“Glad I could help.” She smiled back at him as she casually crossed her arms over her chest.

He stood up, that smile never wavering and placed her screwdriver back in the little tool kit. He clicked it closed and passed it to her. “Can I buy you breakfast or something?” He seemed to finally be looking at her, probably noticing her lack of shoes, her flannel shorts and her tank top that she definitely had a bra on under. “Or can I make you breakfast?”

She shrugged. “Do you have a dryer?”

“What?” He laughed.

She waved at the mountain of wet towels all over the floor.

“Ah, no.” He sighed. “I’ll have to take them to the laundromat later.”

She bit her lip. This was probably a bad idea, or a really really good one. “I have a dryer.”

“Yeah?” He took a step toward her, his eyes twinkling in interest. “I already owe you for the screwdriver and now you’re offering the use of your dryer too. I’m gonna have to take you to dinner or something.”

She could swear his eyes dropped to her lips as she licked them. “Or something.”

He took another step toward her, forcing her to tilt her head up to meet his eyes.

She let her arms drop to her sides as he slid a hand around her waist ever so slowly, giving her all the time in the world to back up or say something.

Talking was not on her mind right now. All she could think about was that wet torso pressing against her thin tank top as he pulled her tight against his chest, and how she owed Dahlia a saucer of milk for her accidental text.

“Hi.” He breathed across her lips. “I’m Luke.”

“Julie.” She whispered as he closed the distance between them.

[awkwardgtace]

Fawn Response

Gt July Fawn something I think the lovely @pocket-ozwynn will love.

A human muses on the idea of fear response, but theirs isn't what they expect.

Fawn Response

I’d always found myself drawn to the instinctual response humans had to fear: fight-or-flight. I knew mine would make me fight. Why would I instinctually run when I lived in the middle of nowhere? The only danger I could face was an oversized spider or a late bus. I knew I was a fighter. I never doubted that.

Then I heard there were two other options: fawn or freeze. I thought about them and considered who I was. I would never freeze up; it made as much sense as running away. Fawn sounded fake. Why would I ever fawn over something I saw as a danger? I knew I would instinctively fight. The others didn’t make sense. 

Of course, the world proceeded to test me. Earthquakes, on the one day I chose to relax on the roof of my building. I stayed where I was, nervous that entering the building would lead to a greater danger. The strange earthquake had inconsistent pauses. Ones that I stayed confused about until a shadow rested over me.

A giant had chosen to visit my middle-of-nowhere city. My heart pounded as I tried to look up at their face. It was new for them to go near humans. To explore the places built by people that were the size of their fingers. Now, one stood right in front of my building. Eyes on me.

“Oh?” the giant’s voice was soft, almost like a melody. 

If she grabbed me, I would fight. I knew how my instincts would work. I tried to keep that thought in mind as I watched her start to crouch. As her face cleared up from the shadows and the wind whipped around me because of her.

“Hi?” she whispered. Her breath caused my clothes and hair to flutter. The warmth of that air made my skin tingle. She was a force of nature. I couldn’t make myself move. That massive eye stayed trained on me. As my mouth opened I realized I had been wrong. My instinct wasn’t to fight.

It was to fawn.

“You’re gorgeous,” I said.

“O-oh,” she blushed.

Fawn.

“Positively stunning.”

She turned away with a small smile.

Fawn.

“Your lips are such a warm shade of red. Your eyes make me think of the sweetest milk chocolate.”

“R-really?” she squeaked.

Fawn.

“And your hair, such a curious shade that makes me think of the night sky.”

“Th-thank you,” her voice was soft this time. “You’re adorable.”

Fawn.

“Not as adorable as you.”

The giant looked away. Her cheeks were as red as her lips. I didn’t fight. In fear, my mind chose to fawn. I didn’t know what to do, or how to act. Those eyes looked at me. A question in them that terrified me. What if she chose to take me? She did say she thought I was adorable.

“Would you like to go out? Maybe tomorrow?” she asked.

Fawn.

“I’d love to.”

“Great!” her smile was as big if not bigger than a billboard. White teeth, sharp canines. Sharp enough to be fangs. “I’ll pick you up here? Tomorrow… noon?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“I can’t wait!”

Her voice was a little loud. I couldn’t hold back a flinch, but she didn’t notice. The giant woman stood, and the wind blew my shirt into my face. She even winked at me before walking away. Those heavy earthquake steps had a different rhythm. Once she was far enough  I realized the new rhythm was from the skip she had in her steps. 

I considered running that night. To try and escape whatever a date with a giant would be. I didn’t want to think about giant amusement parks, movies, or anything a usual first date was. The sheer force and noise would be brutal. Of course that assumed the best possible outcome. I stayed when I considered what she could do if I did run. I couldn’t pay for any damage she caused to find me.

The next day I sat on the roof to wait for her. I’d decided to arrive early, in case she was impatient. I’d put on something stylish. A date with a giant was still a date, I would look my best. There was always the chance it wouldn’t be that bad. Maybe fun, like an adventure. It could be a simple picnic on some hill and at most, I’d have to worry about getting home…  Assuming she let me go home. I mean why wouldn’t she?

The rhythmic earthquakes started and I forced myself to stop worrying. To look in the direction she left the day before. It only took a few seconds for her to appear. She was early. She had on a dress that framed her chubby figure. Admittedly, even without a fear response, she was gorgeous. I would feel lucky about this if she were human. That could be what made me fawn.

“Oh you’re already up here.  I thought I’d be the early one!” she giggled. God that giggle was cute. I had to be entering my fear response again. “Are you ready?”

“Absolutely,” I said. My voice didn’t quite sound right, but I ignored it.

I focused on the massive hand that came towards me. The plump, warm fingers wrapped around me. The squeeze as she confirmed her hold was tight. The way my stomach dropped as I was lifted into the air. How the hand slowed after the first lurch of the trip. The palm beneath my feet as I was let off on her other hand. Now in a place where I was controlled entirely by her. It sent a shiver through me.

“Ok, let’s go,” she said with a massive, blinding smile. Her hand moved. Lifted me up and up until I sat near her soft, voluptuous chest. The hand curved and held me right against her. I couldn’t escape this if I tried. Not that I did, it was nice.

The rhythmic steps started. Slower, maybe even softer. I looked up at her, the blush on her face reached her neck. It was unbelievable I could make her blush just by existing. I wound up watching her as the steps carried us off. Somewhere I would take hours to reach by car, but she only took minutes. Eventually, she looked down at me, and the blush deepened.

“I can’t imagine you have a flattering angle of me right now,” she chuckled. “I can’t imagine you did yesterday either.”

Fawn.

“You look more gorgeous today. Your lips seemed more pink, are you wearing lipstick?”

“O-oh,” she jumped a little. Bounced me a little. Her chest was a soft spot to land. “I… I am, does it look bad?”

Fawn.

“No, it suits you, makes your eyes pop a bit more.”

She looked away. The blush was enough I swore I’d feel the heat in her hand. The rapid beat of her heart made it hard to think. Th-Thump-Th-Thump-Th-Thump. I found myself wondering if she knew I could hear it. The way she kept her eyes off me made me think she did. It made her look cute. Another thought based on my fear response. It had to be.

I forced myself to look away. I needed to collect myself and find a way to push those fear responses away. I forgot all about that as I spotted our destination: a house built for a woman like her, but would leave me akin to a mouse once inside. Somehow that was both a relief and terrifying. Going to her house was safer. Going to her house was dangerous. She might keep me.

The giant woman didn’t stop for a second. She looked down at me with a smile before she walked up to a door– one so massive I couldn’t move it in my wildest dreams. As it opened I froze, unsure what I would find. My jaw dropped as I took it all in.

It was a normal living room. One I’d seen a hundred times in just as many houses. Windows adorned with blue curtains. A small couch that I couldn’t picture the giant woman lying on. Arm chairs on each side of the room, a small bit of symmetry. Pictures of things I’d never seen hung on the walls. It was all so normal I forced myself to look at the ground, but that gave me some of the impossible I’d expected.

A blanket covered the ground. It was large enough I doubted I’d be able to reach both ends in a single day. On the blanket were cakes the size of my apartment, and those were just slices. Next to the cakes were towering finger sandwiches and a teapot bigger than a house.

“I hope this is ok,” she muttered. I looked up, she wasn’t looking at me. Her gaze was straight ahead, studying the massive tea party. “I… wasn’t sure what we should do. I mean, I don’t want you to get hurt or scared. I asked some friends for advice, even had them help me out a bit…”

I didn’t have the chance to respond. The giant woman walked over to the blanket and sat down. My stomach was left behind from the speedy drop. I had no time to recover as she leaned forward. The comfortable position she’d given me was disrupted. Her hand pulled me from her body before she dumped me onto the blanket. I felt almost like an abandoned toy. That feeling died when I saw the orbs of sweet melted chocolate locked on me.

I looked around. Next to me were dishes my size. A teapot too. She prepared everything. Tried her best to make this a date where we both could feel comfortable. I watched as she slid back. Her body was impossibly large. It was hard to imagine myself standing next to her.  A part of me wanted to walk along her entire length. Get a sense of just how big she was.

Her impossible face sat in front of me. An image of lying across her lips, a plush beautiful pillow, flashed through my mind. Arms surrounded me. Hands hovered near me. The sheer power of the person in front of me made me shudder. Excitement started to buzz under my skin. 

“So.. uh... Hi,” she laughed. I actually kind of liked her laugh. That had to still be the fawn response. The excitement too. “I guess this is kind of a weird first date. I stayed up all night trying to come up with something fun. A picnic sounded like a good idea, but the places I would usually pick seemed too risky for you… So I set up an indoor picnic. Uhm I have to ask though, and really it’s ok, you’re not here cause you’re scared right? I thought you were really cute and after everything you said I wanted to take a shot. You don’t have to force yourself though. If you’re scared I’ll take you home right now, I promise. You can take some of the cakes too if that would make you feel better..”

The giant woman turned away from me. She looked small, scared. Not the giant that I’d seen. The one that towered over me. A goddess in reality. I had to stop lying to myself.

“No, I’m here because you’re beautiful,” I said. “Someone I thought could only exist in my wildest dreams.”

I tensed as the soft hands around me closed in. As plump fingers forced me onto them. She felt like a cloud. I was dragged forward. Towards her lips. Plump, plush, unbelievable pillows pressed me into the finger clouds. My entire body was covered by her presence. Better than a dream.

When she pulled away I almost whined. I didn’t want the warmth that she breathed into me gone. She had total control. A control I willingly accepted. I would never regret this moment with her.

“Wow,” I breathed. She giggled. The warm, minty breath washed over me.

“Wow is right,” she said. “I… want to do that a lot more as long as you agree.”

“Oh, I agree, but maybe I should know your name first.”

Her face went bright right. I noticed the points on her lips where the lipstick was gone. Looked down and found it all over me. I didn’t mind. Clothes could always be cleaned. Her hands dropped me on the blanket again. That beautiful face pulled away until it towered over me. A single finger sat in front of me.

“I’m so sorry!” she couldn’t look at me. “I forgot about that. I was just, you were just… I’m Alessia. It’s amazing to meet you.”

“Alessia… a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” The blush filled my heart with warmth. I’d tell her my name soon, but for now, I wanted to keep up my response. I wanted to fawn.

[yeontaescumslut]

ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 불꽃놀이 ~ fireworks

Pairing: Taehyun x Reader

Genre: non- idol au, smut

Synopsis: You had never really cared for holidays, your family wasn’t close, you never really celebrated…that is, until you met your best friend Taehyun, who wanted to do anything and everything, especially celebrate holidays….and boy did this one take a turn….

Warnings: unprotected sex, name calling, public sex, hair pulling, slight pain kink, degrading

Word count: 2420

Authors note: Hey guys :’3 I wrote this on vacation so it’s not as good as the others but just something small to celebrate 4th of July for my Americans!

It was summer, you were on break from college, in Korea…you attend yonsei university and that’s how you met your best friend in the whole world, you shared the same classes, he sat right beside you in all the lectures and before you knew it, you were joined at the hip. His friends now became yours because let’s face it, you had recently come to Korea to study and knew nobody and nothing so you would take what you got.

Today was any other ordinary Wednesday for you, except for Taehyun it was the July 3rd the day before 4th of July, as 4th of July was an American Holiday taehyun thought it would be fun to celebrate for you, like a piece from home for you…

Text message | From ~ “Tyunnie 🐠”

Tae: “Sooo, we have plans tomorrow, don’t ask questions, dress cute, wear that top I like ;)”

Me: “oh gosh taehyun 🙄 you know I don’t like going out…”

Tae: “I knowwww but it’s going to be fun, you know I’d never lead you astray 😏”

Me: “Fine 🙄 what time do I need to be ready?”

Tae: “ Be ready by 8”

The rest of the night your mind is racing wondering what could he have planned, but you’re used to this, always going on spontaneous adventures…he knew how to make you love life, so even though you were nervous about tomorrow you were more so excited to see what you both would get up to next.

The next day comes around faster than you’d like to admit, you start your day late waking up around 11 am, eyes heavy brain still foggy, you rub the sleep from your eyes and grab your phone to check your notifications ~

New message from : “Tyunnie🐠”

“GOOD MORNING PRINCESS! I hope you’re excited for tonight I’ve got so much planned for us. See you later darling :3 ~”

You don’t like to admit it but this message made your heart race, in fact every message you received from him made your heart race, sending butterflies in your stomach….but he’s just your best friend. That would never work out, right? You decide that’s enough overthinking for today, shaking your head in realization. Slamming your hands on the bed beside you, you decide to finally start your day, you had lots to do before tonight, laundry, cleaning, finishing school work for the summer, etc etc ~

Time flies, before you know it, it’s 6:45 and decide that it’s time to get ready, you put on taehyuns favorite top that you own, a sheer black top that ties right below your breasts, and a black mini skirt, your shoes are black platform boots, you curl your hair, putting on the makeup that makes you feel the prettiest, and again before you know it you hear a honk coming from the front of the place you’re staying. Walking out you grab your black coach purse, looking yourself in the mirror giving yourself a pep talk, not to get too nervous in front of him, and don’t let your feelings get in the way….

Walking out the door, Taehyun is pulled on the curb in his black mustang, he’s standing arms crossed back to the passenger side door, flashing you the biggest smile, the one you love so much, deep dimples and sharp canines on display, your stomach turning in knots as you approach closer, you known him for months now yet you still hesitate every time you see him…

“There’s my girl!” he opens the car door, holding out his hand to guide you in your seat, as you grab his hand he bites his lip looking you up and down “God you look gorgeous” you respond with “well you did tell me to wear this top hyun” you roll your eyes at him but give a playful smile. As you take your seat in the car and get yourself situated he closes the door gently, walking back to the drivers seat getting in himself. His hand rested on the gear shift the other on the top of the steering wheel, he looks over at you “you ready?” you look back at him hesitating to answer “uhhh I guess?!!” you said with a shrug of your shoulders, the hand on the gear shift, moves to your bare upper thigh, slightly squeezing “We’re going to have fun I promise” smile as bright as always. You take a deep breath in and sigh, only being able to focus on the hand on your thigh, a heat raging in your stomach as his hand moves higher up your thigh as he drives. You’re sat still, hands in your lap not knowing what to do in this situation “ soooo uhhh where are we headed” you say tapping your fingers together just trying to break the silence “ We’re going to the mountain, the one not far from here” he says, hand squeezing your thigh tighter but eyes focused on the road.

By now the sun has gone down, you and Taehyun are just sitting and chatting eating snacks and drinking your champagne, you look at Taehyun to tell him something when suddenly, he grabs your chin turning your head back forward “Look.” As soon as your eyes hit the landscape fireworks shot up into the air, beautiful colorful fireworks, your eyes lighting up from the beauty and excitement from how much you missed them. “Wow taehyun these are….” before you can finish your sentence that same hand is turning your face back to him, your eyes meet his, they look as though they’re full of hunger, in a split second his lips are on yours, his hand moved to the back of your head pulling you closer to him so there’s not an inch between you two. He pulls away for a split second “is this okay?” He says, his eyes genuine. “Yes, it’s more than okay” barely letting you get your words out, his mouth is back on yours, tongue fighting for entrance to your mouth, with his free hand he places it on your lower back lowering you to lay on your back, grabbing a pillow and places it behind your head, he’s hovering over you, arms beside your head….now this is one thing you never expected, especially from him, he was always so…soft and kind and never pushy, but god did you love this side of him. His knee coming up inbetween your legs pressing it against your core only covered by your underwear. One hand coming to grab you by the throat, turning your head to the side so his lips can reach the nape of your neck, his lips warm, plush, and wet, trailing their way to your collar bones, then down to your chest, his hand moves to your waist holding you down so you don’t squirm under him, he uses his teeth to untie your top freeing your breast’s to the chilly night air, making your nipples harden before you can adjust to the temperature his mouth is attached to you, sucking and licking your nipples, his hands are busy pushing your skirt up your hips, his fingers finding your clothed clit, pressing his slender digits into your folds, mumbling into your skin “Fuck you’re so wet for me already? You’re a needy slut aren’t you?” His tongue trailing from your sternum to your waist, he’s leaving kisses along your hip bones, his teeth slightly scraping the skin every once in a while, sending shocks up your spine, little moans leaving your lips, his fingers slip your panties to the side making way for him to enter, his pointer and middle slide in easy from how wet you were. His mouth now hovering over your clit, heavy breaths with an open mouth make you spiral, he bites his lip and dives in, lips enveloping your bud, tongue making its way up and down your folds, his fingers sliding in and out of you, his free hand taking a handful of your tit rubbing his thumb across your nipple, your back arched on the Gingham blanket, tears welling in ths corners of your eyes….

Fireworks pop in the background, the showers of color illuminating Taehyuns features as he’s knuckle deep in your pussy. His eyes dart up to meet yours, when he sees your eyes shut tight he breaks away from your bud “Fucking look at me slut, I didn’t tell you to close your eyes”. He picks himself up, hovering over you once again, his fingers leaving your entrance, his arms wrap around your waist flipping you over on your stomach, one hand on your upper back pushing you into the pillow the other around your waist holding your ass in the air. “Stay” he says removing his hand from your back to unbutton his black slacks pulling them down to release his 7.5” you can’t see but hear the slap against his stomach, he spits on his hand rubbing it on his cock, moving your panties to the side once again, his thumb on your fold holding it open as he slides himself into you. Grunting as your pussy engulfs him, soft moans leaving his lips as well, when he’s situated in you, he speeds up his pace. Arm still holding you by your stomach ass in the air, with his free hand, reaching for your hair gathering your locks in a ponytail pulling your head up “I wanna see your pretty face while I destroy your pussy” You comply turning your face so he can see your side profile.

“Mmmm that’s my good girl” a devilish grin is painted on his face, his pounding getting harder, his moans growing louder, tears now painting your face as knots form in your stomach from him hitting just the right spot over and over again “Fuck I’ve wanted to do this for so long, you’re so mine” he says biting his lip hand letting go of your hair to smack you on the ass, the sting left behind feels painful but so sensual. His hand now grabbing a handful of your asscheek nails leaving crescent shapes in the skin. His head thrown back, his ashy brown locks coated in sweat. Beads dropping down the slope of his nose, he looked perfect.

His grip on you getting tighter as he nears his high, you also nearing yours cries escape your throat, his name in every one, he loves the sound of it so much so it’s drawing him closer and closer, your legs basically dangling in the air at this point as though he’s using you as his personal sex doll, his pattern getting messier letting you know he was about to cum, his hand now reaching under ti grab you by the throat pulling you up to him, your back now on his chest as he’s on his knees, his strength guiding you up and down his cock, his lips near centimeters from your ear “I’m gonna cum, fuck, and you’re gonna take every last drop” this sends you spiraling, stars dancing across your vision from how tight your eyes are shut “Yes sir” you say shakily getting out what words you can. His grip on your neck tightens, a pleasurable tightness as he reaches his climax, slamming his hips into your ass painting your walls white, his teeth dig into your shoulder blade as he lets out whimpers as your walls are tightening from your high following suit, you cry his name tears flowing down your cheeks, body pulsating as you feel the warm inside of you. He lifts you off of him just to bend you back over, hand on your neck so you stay in place, his pointer and middle push into you once again, pushing his seed deep into your pussy “I told you you’re not waiting even one drop” screaming bellowing out of you from overstimulation but god does it feel good from him. He finally lets you go, letting you fall to your stomach on the soft blanket and pillow, you sigh heavy breathing following….”Oh I hope you know I’m not done with you yet princess” kissing your shoulders his tone hands rubbing up and down your back. “oh fuck”.

[212-apricity]

1999, part one

ok. this is my very first fic and the first time ive done any creative writing that isnt for a gcse english writing exam. this is part one of a mini series called "1999" (inspired by beabadoobee's song). im literally making it up as i go😍🙏.

please lmk what you think: should i scrap it or keep going? anything i should change?

and maybe repost if you feel extra generous :))

warnings: none!

conrad fisher masterlist

masterlist

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Summer had always been a time Belly, Steven and I had looked forward to. Sure Christmas and Easter were beautiful and memorable, but there was something about spending our summer at Cousins Beach. We'd been doing it ever since we can remember. For a whole three months, the Conklins and the Fishers did everything together. It was like while the rest of our year was shit, summer was always there to turn it around. We watched fireworks together, surfed, barbequed, and pulled all-nighters out in the backyard in tents pretending we were far away from our parents in some other country when in reality they were only a few feet away drinking wine and talking. We spent every waking hour together for those three months. And now that we’re all older, we party together.

After Belly and I turned sixteen we started seeing the boys in a different light. It was like they were the same boys we’ve known all our lives but somehow different. 

Steven would make fun of us for what seemed like years on the car ride to Cousins whenever he heard us giggling and whispering about how Belly and Jeremiah were destined to be since he posted a reel with her favourite song (he can't even remember her favourite colour for the life of him). But whenever she’d ask me about Conrad I’d shake my head and blush trying to convince her I didn’t like him like that.

Conrad was…complicated. He was gorgeous and tall and perfect and way out of my league. Hell, he probably saw me as a sister to him and nothing more. I had seen him go through girls year after next and had slowly started to lose hope of there being an ‘us’ anyway.

My thoughts get interrupted by yet another loud sigh by Steven. I swear if I don't end up strangling him by the time we get there…

“I’m boredddd”, Steven sighs.

“Steven that's your tenth consecutive ‘I’m bored’  in a row, can’t you think of anything else to say?” Belly all but yells at him.

He lets out another sigh before I wack the side of his head from the backseat.

“Hey!” he yells out trying to get me back from the passenger seat while Belly laughs and starts recording the moment on her phone.

“Alright, kids can we dial down on the domestic abuse, please? I’d like to go at least a few hours before having to swallow another paracetamol from your headaches.”, Mom says obviously getting fed up with us.

Instead of arguing back I try and shut Steven up by asking him questions.

“So Stevie,” I start, giggling as he annoyingly groans at the nickname Belly, Taylor and I made up for him, “what are you…most excited for this summer?” I ask making up the question off the top of my head.

Steven thinks for a minute before answering, “Surfing for sure.” He nods.

“Drinking wine with Susannah.”, says Mom smiling at the thought of her best friend.

“Fourth of July.”, says Belly.

“You sure you’re not most excited to see Jere?” I nudge her with my elbow as she squeals and looks away.

“What about you honey, what are you most excited for?” Mom asks, looking at me through her rearview mirror.

“The bonfire.” I say, smiling.

I’ve always loved the bonfire. Everything about it, it's always such a vibe. The kegs, the fire, the songs, the smores. It's always been my favourite part of the summer.

Until this summer, when I brought my boyfriend to Cousins.

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“You guys ready for the bonfire, should we go down?” Conrad asks as he enters the living room. I look up at him from my position with Belly on the couch. God, I’d forgotten how pretty he was.

Conrad comes behind the couch and wraps his arms around my neck giving me a slight hug before pulling away, “I missed you.” he says looking down at me.

Before I can reply Steven speaks up, “Aw Connie, no worries man I’m here now,” he says smiling enthusiastically as he pulls Conrad towards the door by his shoulders while everyone laughs at his misunderstanding.

Conrad looks at me expectantly and takes out a small box from his pocket.

“Let's go, man,” Steven says to Conrad before pulling on him again, “I wanna show you this really cool trick I learned the other day…” He drones on as Conrad’s eyebrows furrow and he looks back at me, “Aren’t you coming?” he asks pointing at me questioningly.

I give him a sad smile before responding, “I’ll join you guys later, I’m gonna wait here for Dean he should be here soon.”

Just when I thought they couldn’t, Conrad’s eyebrows furrowed deeper.

“Who’s Dean?”

“Oh didn’t we tell you?,” Belly responds, “Y/n has a boyfriend.”

Conrad and Jeremiah’s faces were a sight to see. Eyes wide, mouths agape and eyebrows straight up, staring at me as if I had told them I got my eyeballs tattooed.

“Okay, you don't have to be that surprised…ouch.” I wince.

Conrad and Jeremiah straighten up and Jeremiah looks at me and smiles before saying, “No, no that’s…uhm that’s great Y/n.” He looks at Conrad halfway through his sentence as Conrad looks down at his feet and puts the box he was holding, in his pocket before turning to Steven and talking to him about setting the keg up for the bonfire and walking out the door without sparing a glance to me.

“That was weird.” I say to Belly as she leans in to give me a hug,

“Totally. What’s his deal?” she responds.

“Beats me.” I shrug before yelling “Have fun! Use protection!” out behind her and Jeremiah before Belly turns her head around and flips me off which just makes me and Jeremiah laugh harder.

I sigh and turn the tv on. With Mom, Susanna and everyone going out, I was the only one left to wait for Dean. I wonder how long he’ll be, I can’t wait to go to the bonfire. Luckily I got a text from him just as I decided on watching Gilmore Girls.

'hey, i'll be there in five :)'

whew that’s part one done! here’s part two!!

1999, part two

[saccharinesugawara]

Just A Bite

word count: 2563

pairing: tenya iida x transmasc!reader

includes: transmasc!reader, reader has a vampire quirk, blood drinking, reader loses blood-drinking virginity, heavy praise, reader’s genitalia referred to as ‘pussy’ and ‘clit’, pussy-eating, reader rides Tenya, Tenya Iida is referred to as having tits (bc he does), cumming inside.

author's note: henry's back with more self-indulgence babieeee! inspired by me reading dracula in july/august but it took me a whole month to finish bc writer's block!!

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There was no situation where fainting in front of a colleague was not humiliating. However, fainting just inches away from the press after apprehending a dangerous villain brought the situation to a new level of horror that even you, in your barely lucid state, could recognise. Working as a pro with a vampire quirk was bad enough (you’d lost count of the amount of people that refused to let you rescue them) without your delivery of blood supply being delayed by two weeks. So, here you sat with Ingenium (or, rather, Tenya Iida in his civilian clothing) in his office, only too conscious of your empty stomach.

“You really ought to be taking better care of yourself, Y/N,” Tenya fussed, his strong brow furrowed in concern, “how can you expect to take care of the public if you are neglecting your need for food?” 

“I can’t help my blood delivery being delayed, Iida.” 

No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t muster a single scrap of vitriol against the man sitting in front of you, especially after he’d carried you back to his office. A silence settled between the two of you; you could not stop staring at his neck. Without his helmet on, you were unashamed to say that he was gorgeous. You longed to bury your teeth underneath that powerful jawline as you straddled his muscular waist. Frankly, it was embarrassing, how hungry looking at him made you. He loudly sighed.

“I just wish that you would have told me: I could have ordered some for you myself.” You couldn’t help the way you rolled your eyes. In what world would you have begged your boss to help? Even so, you couldn’t stop staring at his flesh.

Ever since your quirk manifested, you promised that you would never drink from another person – you’d ignored the instinct to do so for years now – but the man in front of you was wearing your resolve thin. Every muscle in your body ached to lunge at Tenya, pin him down and drink from his neck until you had your fill.

“Y/N?” Your cheeks flushed with heat at the embarrassing realisation that you’d been caught daydreaming; now he was kneeling in front of you, eyes trained to your face. You couldn’t get out a single word. You swallowed harshly. “You can only have human blood, correct?” After some hesitation, you nodded your head. “I wouldn’t see anything wrong with you taking it from me, then.” As what he was getting at finally clicked, your eyes shot wide-open in mild terror, but Tenya cut you off before you could begin to protest, “as your boss, it’s my duty to ensure your wellbeing.” 

There was something of a challenge behind those beautiful eyes of his. Did he even know what he was getting himself in to? As much as your morals screamed at you, you couldn’t stop your hunger from winning out. Shakily, you stood up.

“This will be best if you’re laying down,” you gestured to the sofa you had just risen from and watched as Tenya took your place, unbuttoning his shirt slightly. 

Suddenly, the air was thick with anticipation; your sharpened senses were assaulted by the smell of Tenya’s exposed flesh – had he always been this irresistible to you? Saliva pooled in the base of your mouth as your tongue darted over your lips, catching on the sharp point of your fangs. Every step towards him felt like agony. As you finally reached his side, you hesitantly pressed your cold fingers against his pulse point; shivers ran over your spine at the sensation of life. Driven purely by nervous instinct, you straddled his waist and leaned over so your teeth were ghosting over his neck. You swallowed harshly.

“Sorry about this,” your voice was barely above a whisper, “it’s the best way for me to…”

“It’s okay. I understand.” Tenya’s voice was uncharacteristically soft and surprisingly composed, all things considered. It was taking every vestige of control left in your body not to lick over his neck.

“I’ve never done this before but I don’t think it hurts too much.” Finally, you took a deep breath in and let yourself sink into his neck, vaguely aware of the soft hiss the man beneath you let out.

In all your years, never had you tasted blood so fresh; you knew that you could never go back to frozen blood after this. Only half-aware of your whimpers, you sucked on Tenya eagerly and with little co-ordination. It was like you’d been traipsing around in some half-life until this very moment. With every morsel of blood that flooded past your lips, you were only vaguely aware of the way Tenya’s body had relaxed completely. No longer so stiff. No longer so proper. A low rumble of a groan reverberated in the base of his throat as his hands found their way to your waist, almost holding you in place.

Unlike your usually composed self, your work was messy. Blood pooled at the corners of your lips and dripped down Tenya’s neck like streams until you licked at it with a puppy-like desperation. Your hips wiggled subconsciously, brushing up against Tenya’s crotch. As you took your fill from him, you felt the bulge under his trousers grow; your base instincts urged you to grind down onto it, professionalism be damned. 

Every hum, every whine, every lewd suck that fell from your mouth seemed to spur Tenya on. His grip turned into some bruising as he guided your hips in his own rhythm, pants beginning to fall from his parted lips as you drank from him. Soon you were getting full. Your eyes were half-lidded and your vision unfocused as you took in your last sips of Tenya’s blood. Finally, you popped off with a lewd noise as you let rivulets of blood run front your lips. Your tongue hungrily lapped up the overspill of blood from his neck.

There was little focus to your vision; your eyes were hazy in a way they’d never been after a feed. You were beyond satisfied. In your blood-drunk state, you made no attempt to move from Tenya’s lap and smiled lazily at him. One of his hands moved from your waist to the corner of your mouth; he gathered his blood from your cheeks and lips with his thumb and pushed it into your mouth. You did not hesitate to clean it off with your tongue as your blown pupils bore into him.

“I never thought that you would be such a messy eater, Y/N,” his eyes had turned dark as he hooked his thumb into your mouth, “you were so pretty like that for me.” Tenya groaned as you eagerly sucked his thumb. As he pulled it out, strings of saliva kept the two of you connected, much to Tenya’s delight. He pulled you down for a messy kiss and ground up into you. A different form of hunger made itself known to you. 

Through your messy kisses, the pair of you made quick work of one another’s clothes, discarding them in a messy pile beside you until you broke the kiss.

“Are you sure you have enough energy to-” you were cut off by a harsh suck to your neck.

“Always. Now, sit on my face. I want my fill too.” You stumbled to meet his demands in a desperate haze, clumsily making your way over to him until your dripping pussy hovered just above his face. Hot breath fanned over your core, making you tremble with anticipation as Tenya’s arms looped around your thighs. “Come on, now: I told you to sit,” before you could even process the rough edge to his voice, he had yanked you down so your clit was flush to his nose.

The man below you gave you no chance to adjust as he opened his jaw wide and licked bold stripes up and down your folds; his humming against you sent you into overdrive and your thighs flexed underneath his strong hands. No matter how much you squirmed, Tenya refused to let up, letting his tongue rove over your clit with expert precision as he suckled on your folds. Now, his pupils were fully dilated, his irises just thin ribbons of colour as he began to thrust his tongue past your folds.

With each sound his ministrations pulled from you, Tenya became more feral – could this really be the same man who was chastising you for not eating mere moments ago? As he alternated between harsh sucks and gentle licking, you felt a knot in your lower stomach be pulled taut. Your juices were steadily leaking from you as you rut against his tongue like an animal in heat.

“Tenya, I-” you were cut off by a chuckle reverberating through your core, shutting off your thoughts.

“Let it go, pretty boy. C’mon.” That was all the permission you needed. The knot inside snapped with force, leaving you crying out as your thighs trembled in Tenya’s grip and you came on his face. Even as you reached the apex of your pleasure, his tongue licked bold stripes up and down you, hungry for more of your taste. It was as if you hadn’t drunk from him at all; it was as if this had filled him with energy. He only stopped his ministrations when your whines spilled into overstimulated pleasure.

Shakily, you crawled down his body, seating yourself over his boxers. Even as the pair of your greedily gasped for air, Tenya pulled your lips towards his, ensnaring them in another kiss. Your clit was still throbbing yet you couldn’t help but grind up against the bulge in his boxers. His hands caught your hips again. You were certain that his thumbs were going to leave bruises on your flesh. A single string of saliva connected your lips as he kneaded your thighs.

“You still want more?” Tenya’s voice was dangerously low as his hands moved to cup your ass; he moved to kiss your neck. In your fucked-out state, all you could do was nod and reach to pull his dick out of his boxers. 

You sat back to admire the sheer girth of it. Precum glinted in the orange glow of the sunset outside; more leaked from the tip as you gave it an experimental stroke, an accompanying groan falling from Tenya’s lips. The way his pink tip leaked made you feral; the ache inside returned once more as you lined yourself up with his cock. Each time it brushed up against your entrance, your body shivered with anticipation. Wordlessly, Tenya grasped your hip.

“What do you want, pretty boy?” Your throat went dry at his husky voice and hooded eyes, “I’m not going to give it to you unless you tell me what you want.”

“Please,” you swallowed thickly, “please let me sit on your cock and ride it. Please, Tenya.” For a few moments, the room was silent. Neither one of you dared to break the peace. Then, a feral grin spread across Tenya’s face.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he thrust his hips up without warning, fully sheathing himself inside you; punching a moan from your gut. You ground down against him, whining at the relief that he was finally inside you. A light fuzziness filled your head at the sudden fullness, invading your ears and narrowing your senses down to the point where your two bodies were connected; you rolled your hips experimentally, relishing in the pleasant ache that settled in your core. Tenya groaned lowly. His hands found their way to your waist again and he pulled you in closer; you gave another roll of your hips, desperate to hear him make that sound again.

“Come on, pretty boy. You asked to ride me,” he released his grip on you and folded his hands behind his head, “so do it.” 

Immediately you started bouncing in his lap, head thrown back as you struggled to control the sounds erupting from your parted lips. It was like Tenya’s words had taken all the breath from you, like he’d made you his personal toy as you followed his instructions with zero hesitation. Your hands found their way to his chest and gripped at his tits. You felt nearly mindless as you chased after your pleasure. In your fucked-out haze, you didn’t notice the way Tenya’s hand found its way in your hair until your face was pulled so it was nearly flush to his.

“There we go, that’s it. You get yourself off on my cock.” What was it about that proper voice that was making your head spin? How could someone so straight-laced have a mouth like this? The very dichotomy of it had you bouncing your hips faster, desperately chasing your release as Tenya panted into your ear.

Suddenly, your hips were frozen mid-bounce. No matter how much you squirmed and mewled, there was no releasing them. After agonising seconds of still, Tenya began rocking his hips up into you, hitting the spot that made you lose what little composure you had.

“Ah- fuck! Tenya-a!” Your cries melted into the walls as the man beneath you refused to let up, bringing you closer and closer to the brink you were so ready to throw yourself off of. Each sentence, each word, each thought you attempted to string together fell apart with each drag of his cock against your walls; you clenched down on him and tried to meet his thrusts with your hips. He laughed mockingly against the shell of your ear.

“You’re so fucking desperate to cum, it’s adorable. If I had known that you turned into a slut after your feeds, I would have offered myself up ages ago,” your legs began shaking with oversensitivity as Tenya threatened to bring you a second orgasm. His thrusts became more erratic as you panted like a desperate puppy. “Fuck, I’m so close, pretty boy. Are you going to let me fill you up again?” You nodded your head desperately. Tenya forced your head to still. “Use your words, pretty boy.”

“Fill me up again, Tenya!” Even with the way your words slurred together, your direction was clear enough. With a few more sloppy and desperate thrusts, he finished inside you, groaning at his eventual release. You followed suit soon afterwards at the warmth inside you.

For a few precious moments, the only sound in Tenya’s office was the ragged breaths shared between the two of you. Tenya slipped out of you slowly and watched as his spend followed his cock out. The feeling of relief was mutual. You climbed off of him and sat next to his head, still not present enough to care much about your state of undress. Tenya finally spoke.

“When do you next need a feed?” You pondered his question for a moment and turned to look at him.

“I need one every week,” doubt crept in to the edges of your mind. Was this him brushing you off? “My blood delivery should be here by then so there’s-” A soft arm chop cut your train of thought off.

“No need, Y/N. I insist that you feed from me next week, just in my own house,” his eyes bore into yours, suddenly serious again. “I refuse to let this be a one-time thing.”