#on and longer car rides we would sing

[curiousorigins]

This song is about the same thing, but with singing instead of dancing.

But you’d be surprised about the power of existing, doing something badly in a public space and having fun with it anyways. It’s such a gift.

To The Person Who Walked Past The Window - Jordan Bolton

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[jobean12-blog]

Hot and Heavy

Pairing: Javier Peña x female reader

Word Count: 2.9K

Summary: Javi's working undercover at your favorite bar and he's too sexy to resist.

Author's Note: Just because this man drives me insane and I too would never be able to resist him. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: flirting, tension, fun, mention of drinks, a few curses, car sex

Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist

The worries of the day have faded with the setting sun and now, in this small, crowded, and loud bar, you meet the eyes of a man across the room. It’s hard to make out every feature in the dim lighting, but he’s tall and lean with dark hair that falls over his forehead and looks soft. His eyes are dark too but alight with mischief and he’s staring at you, smiling.

Another man stands next to him, talking and gesturing with his hands, but he doesn’t look away when you meet his gaze. If anything, his smile widens.

You can’t look away either and it’s disorienting but despite this you mouth the word “hi.” He says it back and tilts his head in recognition. A flutter of butterflies erupts in your stomach and the feeling is heady, and shit if his smile alone manages to do this, imagine what his…

Your friend, Jess, grabs your arm before you can finish the thought, startling you from your staring contest and into a crowd of bodies swaying and singing to the music.

When the night ends and you’re tired and hot you shuffle out of the bar, arm in arm, with Jess and a sudden wave of disappointment hits you. You never saw your mystery man again. Whether he left or got lost in the crowd you’ll never know, and you’re surprised at the feeling of loss.

As you walk toward the car you hear raised voices and without thinking you turn to peek around the side of the bar. Maybe you expect to see some drunk couple arguing or two friends still raucous after a night of partying. But you don’t expect to see him, the man from across the bar.

You don’t expect him to be leaning against a car, his long legs crossed at the ankles and his arms crossed over his chest. You don’t expect him to smile when he sees you. And you definitely don’t expect the smooth and sexy voice when he says, “I know you.”

“You don’t,” you answer, steadily but maybe a little breathless. Your face feels hot and your arms and legs prickle with goosebumps.

His smile grows and he steps toward you. He’s even better looking under the washed-out streetlights and the reality of him immediately fills your space the closer he comes. He’s all easy posture, eye contact and beaming smile as he playfully studies you.

“I do know you,” he says with the slight tilt of his head. “We met earlier. I just don’t know your name yet.”

You narrow your eyes. “You guys were being pretty loud. Everything ok?”

“I’m going to blame Steve here,” he says as he throws a thumb over his shoulder to point to the other man. “He’s always too loud.”

Steve scoffs from behind him and gives you a little wave.

“But thanks for your concern. We’re just fine,” he assures you.

You suddenly remember you’re now outside, under more lighting and you’re in full view, no longer hidden behind the bar and your dress now feels too tight and too short but the way his eyes only say, yes, and please, you’re sure he wants to see more.

“I wasn’t sure I would see you again.” His voice is deeper, gone gravelly. “I looked for you.”

“It’s so crowded in there I’m surprised we saw each other in the first place.”

His tongue slips out to wet his lips, and he watches your mouth. “Do you need a ride?”

With so many unspoken promises tucked into those few words you sway on your feet, but your answer remains firm. “I’m going home with my friend and even if I wanted to come with you, Jess would have your balls.”

He laughs. “I like you,” he says, his eyes pinning you in place.

“Have a good night,” you tell him before turning on your heels to walk back to Jess’ car.

“I’m Javi,” he calls from behind you.

You ignore him and keep walking.

“Wait!” he says. “I just want your name.”

You look back over your shoulder and he’s still smiling.

“Maybe we’ll see each other again. This is one of my favorite hang outs.”

He takes a step forward, his eyes following you. “Is that a date?”

“No.”

“And you really won’t give me your name?”

“Maybe next weekend.”

“Alright then angel,” he says, smirking when your lips part in surprise. “See you next weekend.”

Jess orders something greasy and delicious before taking a large sip of her drink.

“Should I get more food?” she asks, smiling over her glass.

“Probably,” you reply. “I’m starved.”

You’re about to grab the menu from under her hand but her expression morphs into one of shock. You barely have time to register it before feeling the heat of a body behind you. Large hands settle lightly on your waist only a second before a familiar voice whispers against your earlobe, “there you are.”

You let out a surprised squeak and turn, pressing your flattened palm to his very firm chest and giving him a light shove back.

Your body is like a live wire and when you lock eyes with Javi you see the same playful light in his gaze from last week.

“Too much?” he asks. “I was going for sexy but subtle.”

“I mean…” you start, but his friend, Steve, cuts you off.

“Crazy to think subtly is a necessity for his job sometimes.”

Javi ignores Steve’s snarky comment. “Steve, this is angel. I’m still waiting for her real name. She’ll have to give it up at some point.”

You introduce yourself and ignore his smooth innuendo. His eyes sweep down your face and stop at your lips. It’s the look he’d give you before he kisses you, but he’s too far away, until he isn’t, leaning forward.

“Nice to officially meet you Steve,” you say to break the tension.

You introduce Jess to both men before asking, “have you been waiting here for us?”

Javi shrugs with a smile. “Maybe.”

“We’ve been here since dinner,” Steve says from beside him, holding up his glass. “But it’s for work.”

“Oh right, your job,” you muse. “Subtly…what is it that you do?” you ask.

Steve and Javi exchange a look and your eyebrows raise.

“I’m a DEA agent,” Javi answers quietly.

Your eyebrows stay up at your hairline. “Should I be worried?”

“Nah angel, you’re safe with me,” he says smoothly.

“So, you weren’t hoping to find me here tonight?” you ask with feigned disappointment.

“Oh, I definitely was,” Javi says smoothly. “In fact. I was here last night and the night before…”

He leans in closer again and your breath hitches. “But not for work.”

You can’t help your triumphant smile, and you lower your lashes, mindlessly twirling your almost empty glass between your fingers.

“She’s way too beautiful for you,” Steve chimes in and Javi just throws him the middle finger.

“What are you drinking?” Javi asks you, his eyes intense.

You stare back and feel that same familiar pull from the other night. When you tell him your drink of choice he hails down the bartender and orders another before Steve catches him in a quiet conversation.

Jess pins you with a glare.

“I know,” she says before you can get a word out. “He’s so sexy…but is he…?”

“Married?” you finish for her with a smile.

She rolls her eyes. “No…he’s definitely not married. Is he dangerous?”

You purse your lips with a shake of your head and down the tiny bit of liquid you had left in your glass.

“Not in the way you’re worried about,” you tell her.

She blows a raspberry of exasperation and eyes Javi over your shoulder.

“I can just tell. He’s a cop for fucks sake!” you whisper shout.

Jess giggles and leans in closer to you. “A really hot one.”

When your drink is ready Javi slides it down the bar to you.

“I knew you’d be drinking something like this,” he says.

“Is reading people a necessity in your job?” You flutter your lashes and lift the drink to you lips, noting how his eyes track the movement.

“Sometimes,” he says with a wink. “But the moment I saw you I figured that would be your drink of choice.”

“Is that so?” you hum.

“Actually, I look at you and think…”

You place a finger over his lips and his eyes widen slightly. You keep it there, gauging his reaction and when he kisses it softly you giggle and pull away.

“I have no idea what to do with you,” you tell him honestly.

“I have plenty of suggestions angel.”

“I’m sure that you do.”

“Do you want to hear them?” he murmurs, smirk firmly in place.

With a deep and steadying breath, you ask, “how about you tell me more about you first?”

You listen to every word that moves past his pouty lips, never before having such an urge to touch someone else’s mouth with your fingers.

He asks you a question but you’re too busy staring, only pulled from your trance when Jess elbows you in your side.

“What?” you say breathless.

“I asked you a question angel,” Javi chuckles, noting your distraction.

“I told you my name, you don’t have to keep calling me that,” you tell him, still unsure what the question was.

“What if I want to?” Javi murmurs as he leans closer.

Jess catches you as you sway into her, smiling over your shoulder and speaking loud enough for both Steve and Javi to hear.

“We’re taking a bathroom break!”

She tugs you away even though your head is turned and your eyes stayed glued to Javi and the way he watches you until you disappear down the hallway.

“Steve’s really cute too you know,” you say to her once the bathroom door is shut.

“He is,” she says in a matter-of-fact manner. “But I’m not sleeping with him.”

When you don’t say anything she turns from the mirror.

“Are you going to go home with him?”

“I…” you start. “I’m just enjoying him for now. I don’t want to think too far ahead.”

Her expression softens and she gives your arm a squeeze. “I get it. Let’s just have fun…”

She leaves the end of her comment hanging and you finish it for her with a flourish.

“And be safe of course!”

You smile at her and then check yourself one last time before holding the door open.

Jess and Steve strike up an animated conversation when you return to the bar and as they fade into the background and head to the dart board, you and Javi are left alone together.

Javi listens intently to every word you say, his body leaning closer the more you talk and every so often you watch his eyes drop to your lips and you unconsciously trace them with your tongue.

At one point someone bumps you from behind and pushes you into him, your chest brushing his and his arms circling your waist to steady you.

“You ok angel?” he asks, his eyes soft. “I could arrest him.”

That makes you laugh and then you realize how close your faces are and how everything seems to slow down.

You let out a rush of air and grab for his hand, pulling him away from the bar and toward the door.

Once you’re outside you breathe in the fresh air and lean your back against the cool brick of the building.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” he asks again.

You nod and he places his hand against the wall beside your head. If he kisses you now it won’t be soon enough.

“Why did you pull me out here?” His question is quiet, his breath warm against your cheek when he dips his head to whisper it into your ear.

At your silence he continues.

“I’m asking too many questions…” he says.

“No,” you say quickly. “It’s not that. It’s not you.”

“So, it’s not that I just render you completely speechless?”

It’s exactly like that and you don’t know how to handle it. You’re inexplicably drawn to him. You want to leave your fingerprints all over his skin, kiss every inch of his neck and taste the drink on his tongue.

“Ask me again,” you say.

His brow furrows before he understands and asks, “why did you bring me out here angel?”

“Because I wanted you all to myself.”

His hand still rests above your head but the other toys with the strap of your dress, his finger sliding under the fabric to trace the curve of your shoulder.

“You can have me. I’m all yours.”

The hand at your shoulder drops to the hem of your dress and he drags his fingers across it, slipping them under just enough to graze the inside of your thigh.

He doesn’t move it any higher, holding your gaze and waiting for any indication that you don’t’ want this.

You finally lift your hands, trailing your fingers along his chest until you find the open buttons of his shirt. Your fingertips slide over his skin, and you drag them over his neck and into his hair, grabbing a fist full and tugging his mouth down to yours.

The deep groan he makes has you arching away from the wall and into his hold. He sucks at your lips, pulling them into his mouth before he slides his tongue between, tasting you. The kiss deepens and his rumbling moan is a tease.

When he pulls away he’s panting against your lips and his eyes are still closed. He kisses the corner of your mouth as he slowly opens them.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want,” he whispers.

You curl your arms around his neck and press yourself closer. “I want you.”

His murmured “fuck” is all you hear before he steps back and grabs your hand, walking you briskly toward his car. Nothing else registers as you follow him, your sole focus on his muscular back shifting underneath his shirt with every movement.

You squeeze his hand tightly and he walks faster.

“Is this an unmarked cop car?” you ask as he opens the back door.

“You bet it is angel. Get in.”

“Aren’t we breaking the law or something?” you ask with a giggle.

He gives you a lopsided smirk and winks as he helps you in. Before you can take another breath he slams the door shut and drags you over his lap to straddle him.

The position makes your dress ride high on your thighs, but still restricts some of your movement. With a whine of frustration, you shimmy in place, and he grabs your dress and yanks it up.

Your fingers reach down to his belt, and you fumble to get it open, palming his hardness until you free him. He’s silky, warm, and perfect and you lick your lips.

“Fuck angel don’t do that to me. I need to be inside you. You can have me in your mouth later.”

“Is that a promise?” you ask in a breathless whisper.

He grabs your hips and crashes his lips to yours, pulling you down and rocking you over him. You press yourself harder against him until he slips his hand between your legs and rips the material of your panties free.

You gasp but it turns into a lewd moan when slid yourself down onto his cock. You start to move, gripping the top of the seat and riding him. His large hands hold your waist, urging you to move faster and harder.

He releases one hand and tugs your dress down, exposing the swell of your breast where he sucks and licks your soft skin.

Then you hear the sound of voices, people laughing and joking, and it grows louder. Your movements slow and Javi tenses beneath you.

“The windows are tinted angel. No one can see you but me.”

You nod and begin moving faster.

“Don’t stop, you feel so fucking perfect,” he murmurs. “But I need you to be quiet.”

You pull your lip between your teeth as his fingertips skim over your collarbone and neck. He hesitates for only a moment before his big hand covers your mouth.

He kisses your neck, and his hips start to move with yours, pushing upward. You can feel his control slipping and just as you hear the voices fade and the start of a car you tighten around him, your orgasm moving through you with a muffled scream. He’s right there with you, his hand falling from your mouth when you collapse against him. His arms circle you and he holds you against his chest.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes out, moving his head so he can look you in the eyes.

You brush the dark and damp hair from his forehead. “Do you have handcuffs in here?”

He stirs, still inside you, and buries his face in your neck with a muffled curse.

“At least let me take you to dinner first?” he asks with soft kisses to your throat.

“A date?”

“Yeah, a date,” he whispers.

“Can we use the handcuffs after?” you ask with a sweet smile.

He takes your hand in his, brushing his lips over your knuckles before kissing your palm.

“Anything you want angel.”

[melancholiaincarnate]

wine and peach chapstick

「 in which ᵎᵎ 」 yuji itadori's mean (and quite attractive) uncle comes to pick him up from school (again) and takes you out on a date

「 words ᵎᵎ 」 2454

「 author's note ᵎᵎ 」 hii :3 sorry for the horrendously long wait for part two of this, i was veryyy unhappy with this, (and still am) but fuck it we ball LOL. that being said, requests r open, check my masterlist, and keep on the lookout for something spooky coming soon.....

「 warnings ᵎᵎ 」 sukuna ryomen, mentions of smoking, three or four slight nsfw references

choso looked at sukuna with a raised brow as the other man pulled on his shoes. "where are you going?" he questioned. choso was currently standing by the door, car keys in hand as he looked curiously down at sukuna, who was tying his shoes.

"to pick up the brat. where else would i be going?" sukuna scoffed as he tied his left shoe, then switched to the right, "i swear sometimes y' don't fuckin' think."

"i thought you said you were never going to pick him up again." choso sighed, hanging the keys back up by the door on the key hook that read 'live laugh love'. "you told me yesterday - verbatim, i am only doing this once, i fuckin' hate the kid." choso slipped off his shoes, hanging his jacket back up on the coat rack.

"yeah? well - plans have changed." sukuna shrugged, adjusting his lip piercing with his tongue before running a hand through his hair. "the brat's teacher is actually cute. i like her. i wan' see her again."

"not his teacher," choso's sigh is strained, "sukuna you can't mess around with yuji's teacher." the male pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers. "what happens if it ends badly? then yu's gonna be caught in the crossfire and -"

"you worry too much." sukuna picked up two helmets, one large and one small (the smaller one adorned with stickers), before stuffing the smaller one in his backpack. "shut up already, will ya? fuckin' - talk too fuckin' much." he didn't give choso a chance to reply before he slammed the door and swung a leg over his motorcycle.

the drive to yuji's preschool was not a far one - which sukuna, in fact, minded. his stomach felt weird and his hands were a little shaky, (and sweaty), and he would've preferred a bit of a longer ride in hopes that whatever this fuckass feeling was would go away.

helmet tucked between his arm and ribs, he entered the daycare, showed id, signed, and walked up the stairs to your classroom. he could hear the sounds of you singing a song with the kids, and when he approached the doorway, he took a deep breath to steady the growing weirdness in his belly.

nervousness was not something that ryomen sukuna felt. ever. but seeing you, singing and dancing and bouncing a small child on your hip, caused his heart rate to spike to one billion - if that was even possible.

he leaned against the doorway for a bit, (so he could collect himself), just watching with a pleased smile on his face, until you noticed him. "oh! mr. sukuna." the entire class turned to look at him and the smile dropped instantly, replacing with a frown. as much as sukuna may like you, he had a reputation to uphold, and that was yuji's mean uncle.

he didn't reply and instead just nodded once. he tried to look as chill as possible - what was wrong with him? why was he trying so hard? anger flared for only a moment in his chest, but it was soothed instantly by your voice telling the kids softly that it was playtime.

"kuna!" yuji shouted, shaking the boy next to him. "kuna came to pick me up again! megumi, look!" sukuna wondered how the raven-haired boy's brains weren't totally shaken up.

"nice." megumi blinked, letting yuji take his excitement out on him. even throughout all the shaking, his expression and tone stayed blank.

"yu, honey, go get your stuff." your voice sent shivers down his spine. he shook it off, watching as you walked to him with nothing but grace.

"good afternoon. it's nice to see you again." you smile. fuck, sukuna was so gone.

his chest burned as he spoke. "hey there, doll. wore this for me?" he leaned off the wall and picked at the hem, to which you rolled your eyes and swat his hand away. "it's nice, i like it. suits ya. makes your ass look fat."

"i didn't wear it for you." lie. you did. "and watch your language around the children." you scolded, squinting at him.

"kuna today i-" yuji bounded up to the two of you, and tried to show him a paper, but sukuna placed a hand on his head to quiet him. "ope-"

"quiet, brat. i'm speaking. we talked about this - you don't talk when i'm talking." he scoffed and yuji frowned as he looked up at sukuna. "go wait by the door. or - go talk to your friends or .. whatever you do here. i don't care - just stay in my sight."

yuji smiled and nodded quickly, heading back to his friends to talk to them before he leaves. you both watch as yuji talks animatedly to megumi and as megumi just listens, and then sukuna turns to you as you speak.

"you speak to him so mean." you comment, handing him the pen. he takes it, but lets his hand brush against yours for longer than it needs to. "he's nothing but a sweetheart!"

"he's a spoiled brat, that's what he is. choso and his father do nothing but spoil him, tch." he scoffs as he signs his name underneath his signature from yesterday. it looks identical. "i could do the same for you, if you'd let me." he's smooth, you notice, and he hands you your pen back with a smirk on his face. "spoil you, treat you right. hey, i bet you never had a man make you-"

"sukuna! the kids!" you swat at his arm, resulting in a laugh from him. "you're lucky you're not bad looking." sukuna feels his chest swell with pride. "i get off at five, if you want to pick me up." you roll your eyes as you place the pen down on the table with a smile.

"i'll be here, doll." sukuna grins widely, brushing a piece of hair away from your face. "hope you're not afraid of a motorcycle. can't drive a car but i've got me a real nice bike." he fails to mention that he is actually banned from driving the itadori/kamo car because he has crashed it five or six or seven too many times.

"mm, i think i'll live." you laugh, right as sukuna barks for yuji to come. yuji does so, waves goodbye to you, and with a wink, sukuna leaves.

"i'll see ya at five sharp, doll."

relief floods his system, and he finds himself smiling as he puts yuji's helmet on, and picks the boy up to put on the motorcycle. the drive home is usual - yuji yapping about his day, (mostly about megumi), while sukuna drives as safely as he can. sure, the kid is a brat, but at the end of the day, sukuna still loves him, and wants nothing but his safety.

"hey, yu!" choso's face lights up - and so does yuji's - as the two brothers see each other. "how was your day?"

"good!" yuji runs over to choso and he picks the boy up fairly easily, and places him on his hip. "it was good! today megumi and i-" sukuna slips off his shoes, and tunes them out, not wanting to hear the same spiel he just barely heard over the wind.

he goes upstairs to his room to freshen up. although you'll be wearing the same dress, he doesn't want to show up in the same outfit, so he changes, wetting his hair and quickly running a brush and some gel through it. he thought he looked pretty good, and his brows furrow when he realizes that he hopes you'd think he looks good too.

five pm rolls around fairly quickly, and you hear the rumble of the motorcycle before you see him. as he swings himself off, you wave slightly and he responds with a head nod. he takes the helmet off as he approaches you.

"hey doll. what happened here?" he places a warm palm on your torso, where splatters of paint decorate your dress.

"ah, maki and mai got into a paint fight.. and i got caught in the crossfire." you sigh, looking down. his hands are big and - god they're attractive. you feel a small heat building in your stomach before you shake it off, and smile. "so - ryomen, was it? it feels too .. formal to call you sukuna outside of my working hours. it's like if you called me miss."

nobody ever called him ryomen. "nobody calls me ryomen." he removes his hand before slinging his backpack off and placing a second helmet into your hands. it's yuji's but he figures you can fit. "if you want to call me ryomen, do as you please. that's fine by me."

"what if i call you ryo?" you grin up at him and he quirks a brow as he rolls his eyes and begins walking back toward his idling motorcycle. "i like ryo better than ryomen."

he won't admit it but he likes the way the nickname rolls off your tongue - sweet like honey. "i don't care. you comin' or not, doll?"

he helps you get on the motorcycle and as your hands wrap around his torso, your fingers itch to run up and down his stomach. you control the urge though. he's fit and you can feel the outline of his abs beneath his tight shirt.

"ready?" sukuna calls, as he revs the bike, "make sure that helmets on tight, y'hear?"

"it's on!" you shout back - and within an instant the two of you are speeding down the road. you can feel his stomach move with laughter as your arms tighten around him instinctually.

at a red light, he turns to face you, a hand coming off the bars to rest on your upper thigh to rub gently. "y'alright?"

"m fine!" you nod, and he laughs again, "how much longer?" you wouldn't admit it, but you were a little afraid at how fast the two of you were going.

"just a bit longer." you feel his chest vibrate as he hums and the motorcycle is off again as soon as the light turns green. you bury your face in his back, inhaling his slight cigarette and the scent of his cologne. he smells good, he's hot, he has a motorcycle, for christ's sake. you fucking scored.

within five minutes, he was parking his bike and helping you off. his hands wrapped around your waist, firm. you seemed to be at a bar in the city. "look at you." he tsks, his hands coming to smooth your hair down. "such a mess." he tucks a hair behind your ear as he finishes. despite his heavy hands, his touch is incredibly gentle.

"thanks, ryo." he huffs at the nickname (his chest is tight with warmth), and retracts his hands, before grabbing yours and leading you into the bar. men call out his name and he barely acknowledges them. as he leads you to the booth, you notice eyes following him, and then eyes curiously peeping at you. some part of yourself wonders how many other girls sukuna has brought here, and if you're just another tally to these other men.

"you're very well known here." you comment, shaking off the thought. he shrugs, lighting up a cigarette. before taking a puff, he offers you, but you shake your head. "i don't smoke."

"been comin' here since i was eighteen." he angles his head, trying to blow the smoke away from you so you don't inhale. your heart warms at the sight. hot and thoughtful? you're sure he's not even a real man.

"eighteen? isn't that underage?" you tease as a man comes by and pats sukuna on the back. "hello." you acknowledge him, and he just raises a brow and keeps walking after sukuna daps him up. another weird look that you decide to shake off.

"you gonna snitch?" sukuna scoffs, as another man approaches the table. this time, the man drops off a tray. on the tray is a bottle of liquor, some cups of ice rimmed with salt, and limes.

"can i get you anything else, sukuna?" the man asks.

"ask her, not me." he blows another puff, again, away from you. "she's runnin' my tab tonight." he nods at you and as the man explains what they have, you take an order of red wine and some cheese fries.

"wine and cheese fries?" sukuna snubs the cigarette out on the tray that was just brought. "the cheese fries i can deal with but - wine? really?"

"i don't drink much!" you protest. sukuna begins to pour himself a cup of liquor, before he stops.

"not gonna drink." he sighs, placing the ice cup back on the tray, "i gotta take ya home. but in exchange, i want some cheese fries. that a deal?" his finger circles the salt rimmed glass and then his finger comes to his mouth to lick off the salt.

you agree with a smile. despite his incredibly rough exterior, sukuna cares. deeply.

the rest of the night goes surprisingly smoothly. while sharing the cheese fries, (and getting cheese on your dress), you get to know more about ryomen, and he gets to know more about you.

after another short motorcycle ride, you and sukuna find yourselves on your doorstep. he decides then that if picking up yuji every day from school was what he needed to do to see you - he'd do it. some part of him had already decided that the minute that he saw you, though.

"well, doll-" he starts, bringing a hand to rub his rough thumb against your lips, "surely you don't expect me to just leave you without a little reward? i took ya out, ya ordered wine, i drove ya home. i deserve a sweet treat, don't i?" his voice is low.

his tongue comes to dart between his lips and wet them, and there's an accompanying smirk. his lips don't touch yours until you nod though, and he tastes oddly sweet. he doesn't taste like cigarettes or the tiny sip of wine he had, but rather like the peach chapstick you'd watch him put on after leaving the bar.

neither of you really want to pull apart but you're both struggling for breath. sukuna's eyes flutter open when you disconnect and he lets out a little rough chuckle.

"if you weren't such a nice girl, i'd take you inside and have my way with you." he sighs, "but unfortunately, you're tolerable."

you laugh, and he shakes his head. "i'll see ya tomorrow, doll. keep yourself safe, hear me?" you nod, and he presses another quick kiss to your lips.

you think that's his way of telling you he likes you.

[gguk-n]

Mission- Cheer up Logan

I've just had a sad dream with Logan in it and I told him how much I love him and how important he is after watching all the shit Williams and Vowles have been doing. I need this to heal myself. I hope it heals everyone rooting for Logan too

Summary- Literal Logan fluff.

Y/N didn't dislike many people and hate would be a strong word in her dictionary but right now James Vowles and the Williams racing team made her hate them with the tirade they had going against her poor boyfriend which was pissing her off; worst of all, it was affecting Logan. Her happy puppy of a boyfriend was lost. He would either be at work or looking lost and depressed at home. They no longer had witty conversations going on or Y/N teasing Logan any and every chance she got. He would barely smile at her at times. So, Y/N took it upon herself to make her Logan happy.

It was one of those days, the weather was bright and sunny, Logan didn't have to go to work and the previous GP may have been bad but it was slightly better. It was around 9 and they were still in bed. Y/N woke up to Logan 'asleep' at least he pretended to be. She knew him like the back of her hand and every time he acted like he was sleeping his eyes would be shut tight. This habit of his made her smile. She looked up at him while resting her palms against his chest.

Y/N POV

"Good morning, baby boy" I whispered followed by a kiss on the lip which was followed by a grunt and covering his face with the blanket. "Babe, we need to good shopping, we're out of everything." I emphasised. "You can do that alone" he said, still under the duvet. "Yes but you know I hate shopping alone and I wanna show off my super hot racer boyfriend to the world, come on." I said while pulling the covers off. His big blue eyes met mine and I pouted my lips. "I won't take long, I promise. Pinky promise." I exclaimed while holding out my pinky. "You're hurting my ribs, babe." came a strangled cry only to notice my elbow jabbing his ribs. I giggled while apologising and dragging him to the bathroom. We were dressed in 20 minutes and out the door. As Logan started the car, he looked at me and said, "The only reason you're taking me along is so that I can drive you there, right?" I was appalled at the accusation but replied with a smile, "one of the reasons, babe." I said. He laughed asking, "Couldn't you drive there yourself?" "Why would I do something when I have a pro who can do it for me." Logan shook his head. "I have the hottest formula 1 driver at my beck and call so am not even allowed to show him off; is an atrocity I say." dramatically sighing. Logan let out a big laugh, one I hadn't heard pass his lips in ages. It made my heart flutter and tears spring up in my eyes.

The car ride was filled with singing along to songs playing on the radio which we hadn't done in so long. It felt nice to be able to have my Logan back. The trip to the grocery store was uneventful. Once back, I made quick work of putting every thing away. I went back to Logan sat on the couch in the living room and made myself comfortable on his lap, "darling, what would you like for dinner?" He was pulled back from whatever thought he had as I sat on his lap, "Pizza and Pasta" He said. I looked him in the eyes and asked, "What about we go on a date?" Logan looked at me quizzically. "It could be a home date, like the good old days. We could cook together and then dress up to have dinner together. I even bought a few dresses I didn't get to show you." I elaborated.

Logan's POV

In all honesty I couldn't care what we did. I didn't really wanna go out and getting dressed just to eat at home was such a waste of time. But I couldn't say no, when her face was literally hoping for me to say yes. She kept looking at me expectantly and I didn't wanna let another person down, so I agreed. The way her face lit was better than winning any GP. She leaned in and gave me the sloppiest kiss and pulled me to the kitchen to help her cook. I would never say I could cook when Y/N did all the heavy lifting. "Baby boy, you look lost in thought. Is there another woman that is occupying your thoughts?" she said in a southern accent while placing both her arms around my shoulder and wrapping them around my neck. It made my breathe hitch; the effect this woman had on me even after so many years was shocking to say the least. I placed my hands on her waist and replied in an equally fake southern accent, "Darling, there ain't no woman worth my time when you're standing in front of me." "You better." she said while leaving multiple kissed on my face making me laugh. The cooking ended quiet quickly for two people; where one of them couldn't cook and the other kept violating ever health and safety protocol by kissing and touching the person next to them.

Y/N POV

We were almost done with dinner and I asked Logan to go dress up. I would get dressed just before plating the food in the guest room because I didn't want Logan to see the outfit I had planed for him. About 15 minutes later, Logan was back at the table and I left to get dressed. It took me only 20 minutes which was a record. I wore a black lacy mini-dress which barely covered my ass and tits at the same time but it made me look hot and that's all that mattered. I stepped out of the room to an eagerly waiting Logan.

Logan's POV

My mouth was on the floor when I saw what she was wearing. "You don't plan on wearing this out, do you?" I said and then quickly added, "If you did, I don't mind. I can fight but I need this image burnt into my retinas." I ogled. She giggled and walked towards me, "You can take it off, once dinner is over." She whispered in my ear. Dinner was done in record time. We headed to the bedroom so that I could hold her to her words.

While cuddling, Y/N said, "You know, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me." I cut her off because she was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Y/N shushed me, "Right now, I'm talking and you're gonna listen. I love you Logan Sargeant more than there are words that I can use to express myself. I'm so happy every day to wake up next to you and support you in achieving your dreams and aspirations. I hope you remember how good you are and deserve everything you've worked towards. A couple fuck ups don't undermine the talent and hard work that is Logan Sargeant. No matter what anyone says, you are the most handsome and talented driver that deserves to be in F1. Those assholes are blind to not be able to see your pure raw unfiltered talent. I love you baby boy." She finished her speech. There were tears in my eyes that had started flowing which Y/N wiped away with a kiss. I pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm so lucky to have you. Thank you for sticking with me. I promise I won't let you down or let anyone make me feel like crap again." She smiled while drawing a heart on my back. We fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.

[foreingersgod]

Reader is best friends and played basketball with Caitlin in highschool and was really good. Ended up going to Iowa State bc Iowa was more focused on recruiting Caitlin. Reader transfers to Iowa and she and Kate are instantly smitten with eachother, but they are both very oblivious to the other’s feelings. Que Caitlin having to step in as wingwoman for her two idiot best friends

Smitten . KM

pairing: kate martin x reader

synopsis: kate takes a liking to you and caitlin plays wingman

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD

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“are you ready for your first day?” caitlin sing songed as you guys got into her car.

“ready, but nervous” you said from the passengers seat, duffel bag at your feet as you chewed at your fingers anxiously.

“you’ll be great, everyone is going to love you”

“how do you know?” buildings and other cars rushed passed in a blur as you looked out the window.

“because you’re my best friend” she looked over to you briefly “and i know the girls, they’re gonna see exactly what i see in you, ok? don’t worry”

you nodded while still trying to distract yourself with the commotion outside. it was going to be your first day on the team with iowa, having transferred there just recently. you had played basketball with a different school but you felt limited and a bit far from home (and your best friend) and had decided that going to iowa would be best. caitlin was ecstatic to have you join the team, and you were too, but having to meet new people was always difficult for you. playing with a whole different group was going to be a big adjustment.

the car ride felt longer than it should have until you arrived at the gym. caitlin escorted you through the doors to show you around and get settled. she led you to the locker room, getting you acquainted with your designated locker.

you unloaded the contents of your bag and organized everything in hopes that it would make you feel more at home. it didn’t really do much, but at least it looked like you fit in. while you were finishing everything, lacing up your shoes and freshening up, caitlin hung around to talk to you. she gave you the full run down of drills and schedules for practices.

“and i think you’re really gonna like the-” caitlin said, pausing when the doors to the room opened “oh, hey kate!”

kate? caitlin mentioned her once or twice

“we were just about to head out to meet you guys,” you watched caitlin speak as a tall blonde came around the corner. she was already suited up in uniform, hair pulled back into a messy braid. she walked over to where you stood near the lockers “but since you’re here, this is the newest addition to the team! kate, this is my friend YN, YN this is kate!”

she looked down at you, being a few inches taller, and you blushed almost instantly. her smile was contagious, lips pulled tightly into a grin. there was a comforting look in her eyes as well, they flickered as she studied you.

“hi” she breathed, tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip “it’s really nice to meet you”

“yea, you too” you swallowed hard as her gaze shifted from your face to the rest of your body, lingering on your shorter figure.

she had muttered something to caitlin along the lines of i’ll see you guys out there, before abruptly leaving the locker room without another word. you couldn’t really place it, but there was something about her that made your heart flutter.

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“come on, YLN” kate taunted you playfully from behind you. you hate just attempted a 3 point shot and failed miserably. you might have been good at layups, but in all honesty you weren’t very good at deeper shots “you can do better than that!”

“i just can’t seem to get my form right, like i don’t know, there’s something wrong” you sighed, fetching the ball. “i don’t know how you and caitlin make those”

“mind if i…?” she trailed motioning to the ball, you nodded and passed it to her.

“be my guest”

the ball bounced off the court and into her hands with ease, fingers pressing into it gently to get a good grip on it. you stared, admittedly, as the veins along her wrists strained when she grabbed it. kate took a step back off the line, knees bending and getting into the perfect form for a 3. her tongue stuck out slightly, a habit you quickly noticed she had, as she took her shot. and of course, it fell through the net with ease.

“see,” she scrunched her nose, turning back to you “easy!”

“yea ok” you scoffed and rolled your eyes

“i think it’s just your form” kate tried to reassure you “your arms aren’t in the right place”

she bounced the ball back to you, telling you to try again but to change the way your elbow was angled. despite changing the entire position of your arm, kate still told you that it wasn’t right.

“i can show you, if you’d like?” she shuffled behind you again.

“it would be much appreciated” you sighed, frustrated that you couldn’t do this on your own.

body hovering against yours, kate extended her arms around you to place her right arm underneath yours. she she held the underside of your elbow in her hand to demonstrate where your arm needed to be, left hand guiding yours to the ball. she was now almost completely pressed against you, so close that you could feel her breathe tickle the hairs of your neck.

“just like this, see” it came across as a whisper, her mouth inches from your ear. she helped you make a practice shot, arms still guiding yours. “annnnddd-yea! you got it!”

her voice wavered, realizing she was still cradling your arms. she stepped away from you, a sad sigh threatening to spill from you at the loss of contact.

“you’re like a natural” she smiled awkwardly, scratching at the back of her neck.

“because of you” your cheeks heated up “thanks, kate”

“no problem”

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it was 7pm on a thursday, blankets on the couch and a pizza box in front of you. you and caitlin had made it a habit to do weekly movie nights at your apartment since your transfer. when everything got hectic on the team, you both wanted to make sure to keep your friendship strong outside of basketball.

“i don’t want to go to practice tomorrow” you mumbled through a mouthful of pizza as the credits to the movie rolled.

“why not?” cait shut off the tv “you’ll get to see kate again!”

you furrowed your eyebrows “what are you talking about? i’ll get to see everyone”

“yea, but especially kate” she said, matter of factly.

“why are you being weird? did kate do something, im confused?”

“oh come on” she put her slice of pizza back in the box, closing it. she leaned back against the arm of your couch as she nudged your shoulder “you really don’t know what i’m talking about?”

“uh, no”

“YN, you’re like in love with her” a coy smile made its way on her lips as you stuttered to find a response.

“what?” you almost choked on your slice of pizza “i’m not! what makes you say that?!”

“you’re always touching up on each other and looking at each from across the room. the sexual tension is like, through the roof”

“you’re crazy”

“be real, YN” she sat up fully, looking you in the eyes “you can sit here and lie and say that…but we all see it. and kate does too, i bet she’s just been waiting for you to say something”

and oh did caitlin know what she was doing. she knew that kate felt the exact same way. when they’d hang out after practice, have a pep talk, anytime you weren’t around caitlin would do the same thing. she’d sneak in comments about you and say how you were practically begging for kate to say something. it was all a plan, convince you both to speak up about your true hidden feelings and then BAM! you’d be dating in no time.

you said nothing, looking down into your lap as you picked at your nails anxiously. you’ve definitely always liked kate, more than any of the other girls, but you had just assumed it was a close friendship. the touches and the glances that caitlin talked about were certainly there, but that was normal wasn’t it?

so all you did was shake your head, making up some excuse as to why you were just friends. then you quickly shooed caitlin out before retiring to your room for the night, laying awake thinking about what she had said. maybe she was right, maybe you needed to face your true feelings and talk to kate.

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tonight marked your one year of playing with iowa and making some of your closest friends. in honor of this milestone, you and the team were going out to celebrate. they had insisted on going out to dinner at a nice restaurant just downtown from your apartment.

you wore your nicest clothes, cleanest shoes, and used all your expensive products to make sure you looked great. the hours leading up to the dinner, you were absolutely beaming with joy. the girls had taken you under their wing and taught you so many things so you were really excited to celebrate tonight.

dinner was an absolute dream. the girls had made it such a wonderful night; there was good food, good conversation, and a few of them had even got you a little something to tell you how happy they are to have you as a friend. after finishing up your meals and paying, everyone started to wind down for the night and slowly dwindle out. you, caitlin, and kate were the last ones to leave. it was growing late and you were ready to go home, planning on just walking back to your place.

“i’m gonna dip,” caitlin pulled her keys from her pocket “kate do you want a ride back?”

“no i-uh, i think i’m gonna hang back, you go ahead” she said as caitlin walked over to the parking lot. kate glanced over at you nervously as you pulled your jacket around your shoulders.

“i thought you and caitlin carpooled? are you sure you don’t need a ride?”

“really, i’m fine. i was actually hoping i could walk with you?” she sucked in a breath “if that’s ok, i kinda wanted to talk to you…in private”

you nodded, “oh! yea of course!”

flashbacks of the movie night with caitlin last week flooded your brain. you thought of how you laid awake, thinking of how you were going to tell kate how you felt. the fear of being rejected made it hard for you to find a time to confess, you had been waiting for months now to do it.

maybe this is a sign you thought.

the sky was a deepening blue as the sun was finally setting, stars twinkling brightly. the air was starting to cool as you and kate began walking down the street to your apartment. there was a decent distance between the two of you, walking silently next to each other.

“so, what did you want to talk about?” you began.

“right,” she muttered, scratching the back of her neck “i don’t really know how to…how to say this”

she stopped abruptly on the sidewalk causing you to become worried. you stopped as well, trying to read her face for some sort of emotion.

“just say what feels right, you can tell me anything, you know”

you pulled your jacket tight around you in an attempt to shield your body from the cold. you watched as kate looked down at the ground then back at you, irises looking into yours. he nose was red, probably from the cold or maybe it was from all the sniffling. you couldn’t tell if she was crying or nervous, but you felt extremely worried. was she actually sad? had you done something wrong?

“YN, i…” she bit her lip, another sniffle taking over her “i really like you. like more than just friends”

suddenly the world stop, your heart stopped beating in your chest. it wasn’t just you who had the idea, it seemed.

“and before you say anything, i just want you to know that no matter how you feel, i won’t be mad. i don’t want this to ruin our friendship or make things awkward, but i just had to tell you. i don’t think i could’ve kept it to myself for much-”

“kate stop talking” you blurted out breathlessly, stumbling towards her slim figure.

your body collided with hers, making you both wobble backwards. shaking hands found a comfortable place on the sides of kate’s face as you pulled her into you, lips fitting onto hers. naturally, she was surprised, eyes flickering shut as she melted into you. her hands gripped the sides of your waist, keeping you close to her.

“i really like you, too” you pulled away, gasping for air.

“oh thank god” she let her forehead fall against yours “i know i said i wouldn’t be mad, but it would have been horrible if you had said no”

“you don’t have to ever worry about that” a small laugh escaped from your lips.

there was a slight moment between you, something peaceful and serene. a moment where you just started at each other and smiled, foreheads still touching, bodies still pressed together. she closed her eyes, shaking her head with a smile.

“what?”

“nothing,” kate stepped back, taking a hold of your hand “it’s gonna sound weird, but caitlin was the one who told me to say something to you. and i thought she was crazy because i didn’t think you’d have any feels for me like that, but here we are”

“wait, caitlin told you that i probably had feelings for you too?” you said.

“yea, she was insistent that i talk to you, why?”

“because,” you smacked your palm to your head in astonishment “she’s been pestering me for months to admit that i was ‘in love with you’”

kate smirked, throwing her head back and laughing. she seemed so content, despite being here in the freezing cold on a silent road in the middle of the night. she seemed relaxed and satisfied, she was glowing.

“wow,” her hair moved gracefully as she shook her head “our wing-woman, huh?”

“yea i guess so” you returned her smile, forcing yourself into her arms.

you had asked her (so sweetly that she couldn’t possibly say no) to come home with you. neither of you had any idea where the night was taking you, but you were both too exhilarated to let it end.

thank god for caitlin.

[gunnerfc]

Just Breathe | Lia Wälti x Reader [Blurb]

Summary: Lia helps you through a panic attack

Warnings: fear of fireworks & panic attack mentioned!

WC: 971

This morning you woke up excited to cheer on the men’s team in their Champions League game. You’d spent your time getting ready texting back and forth with Lia, both of you agreeing to count this as a date night despite some of your other teammates being there. 

You beamed as you opened the door, Lia waiting on the other side with a bright smile on her face. You quickly pull her into a kiss, pulling away before it could get deeper. “Let me just grab my jacket and we go,” you mumbled against her lips before disappearing inside.

Lia giggled at your quick actions, offering you her hands as you locked your front door. You were thrilled to be able to spend some down with her, with the hectic schedule you both had, you didn’t have much time to just relax. 

The car ride to the Emirates was spent laughing at jokes and singing loudly and out of time to your favorite songs. You giggled as you pulled into the parking lot, a few of your teammates had already arrived. 

“Took you long enough,” Katie joked as you got out of Lia’s car. You threw up your middle finger at her words but the smile on your face told her you were joking as well. 

It took a bit longer to get in and find your seats but you loved the atmosphere at the Emirates so you didn’t mind having time to take it all in. You took your seat at the end of the row, Lia next to you in a heated debate with Steph over something silly. 

You took in all the fans in the stadium, though in your amazement you failed to notice the fireworks that were on the pitch. Lia laughed at something your Aussie teammate said before turning to look at you, her hand reaching for yours. 

She leaned in to place a light kiss on your cheek before the loud cheers of the fans pulled you both from the bubble you were in. You stood up to cheer for the team and that’s when you noticed the on-field fireworks. You felt your breathing pick up as you blinked rapidly, trying to control your breathing. 

You hated fireworks, the loud noises making you feel unsettled. You swallowed lightly as you tried to focus your vision but the second they went off, you felt like you couldn't breathe.

You were too focused on yourself and the panic you were feeling to notice Lia’s concerned eyes on you. You turned, blinking a few times to focus on the midfielder before excusing yourself. You made your way into the small hallway that led to your section, leaning your back against the cool wall as your heart pounded against your chest. 

You were too in your head to notice Lia followed you. You jumped when you felt her hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look at her. Your eyes were wide and tears were threatening to fall as your breathing stuttered. 

“You’re okay, you’re safe,” Lia’s voice sounded distant despite how close she was to you. You tried to nod your head but you couldn’t. 

Lia moved one of her hands to rest on your chest, moving one of yours to rest on hers. “Just breathe. You’re going to be okay,” she assured you as she took a deep breath, waiting for you to follow her. 

You attempted to do the same, though you struggled. You hated her seeing you so panicked, you tried to hide your anxieties from her. You blinked a few times before opening your mouth to speak, “We’re gonna miss the game.” You hoped it would be enough for her to leave you be for a second.

“The game can wait,” she insisted, as she pressed harder on your hand that was against her chest. You nodded weakly as you focused on breathing, you knew even amid your panic that she wouldn't listen to you. 

Your breathing slowed as you focused on the rise and fall of Lia’s chest. You closed your eyes as you focused on where you were. You could hear the loud cheers of the fans and you could smell the food people had. You swallowed once more as your eyes fluttered open to meet Lia’s.

You were expecting pity but all you could see was understanding. You rested your head against the wall behind you as you took one more deep breath. 

“Are you feeling better,” Lia’s voice didn’t sound so far away this time as she squeezed your hand.  

You nodded, you didn’t trust your voice just yet. You both stood there for a moment while you regrouped. You turned your head down to look at her, your eyes filled with sadness thinking you had ruined her night. 

“I’m sorry I ruined our date,” you mumbled, refusing to meet her eyes. 

Lia shook her head as she took a step closer to you, giving you space in case you needed it. “You didn’t ruin anything, Y/n,” Lia’s voice soothed you some but you still felt like you had.

“We can leave if you want,” she offered, she wanted you to feel safe and comfortable and if being at the stadium didn’t make you feel that way, she would do what she needed. 

“No,” you shook your head, “I’m okay,” you sighed, feeling yourself calm down even more.

“Just…” you started before locking eyes with her. “Don’t let go,” you mumbled as you squeezed her hand.

Lia smiled softly as she squeezed your hand and took a step back. “Never,” she nodded as you made your way back to your seats. 

You watched the rest of the game with a tight grip on Lia’s hand, the midfielder grounding you and reminding you that you were safe by her side. 

[mntalbrakdown]

I like love you - P. Hynes White

masterlist!

mentions of: fluff, cussing

synopsis: you love him and all the things you used to like abt him turned to love. 

a/n: i’m no longer writing for him so plz no hate!!!!

The “it girl” was dating the new golden boy. Percy was the new boy in town, being in Wednesday, even though he had other shows and movies out, but now it was different. People now have their eyes on him. You knew Percy thanks to Jenna. You and Jenna have been friends since you were younger. You both met during auditions so you constantly bumped into one another. The difference was you were from LA you knew your way around it. You knew it was full of people who wanted attention and you knew who to sort out. So when Jenna invited you to the Wednesday premiere you went, it was second nature. When you arrived you met with Jenna she was next to a tall boy, taller than you, and had long hair. He had very light eyes, you couldn’t sort out if it was green or hazel. Something that bothered you the whole night.

“Percy, this is my friend y/n” Jenna introduces "y/n this is Percy"

You both say hello and act like middle schoolers on their first date. You would watch him the whole night from afar. He was pretty and funny. You liked the way he spoke and how kind he was. You would take photos on the black carpet and would sneak a peek to look at him. You really wanted to take a picture with him but decided not to. 

You were about to leave and say goodbye to Jenna and Emma when you felt a hand grab your arm. You turned back and saw Percy. 

“So I thought we could go out, and actually get to know one another” he asks scratching his head

“yeah that would be nice” you smile, giving him a napkin with your phone number already written on it because you wanted him to ask for it all night. 

Now after six months passed you guys were going to go to celebrate your anniversary. 

“Here I got you this shirt you could wear,” Percy says pulling out a pink bag with some tissues. You opened it and found a cute white baby tee saying Percy H. White's GF in red letters.

“Do I have to wear this,” you ask laughing

“it’s only true love if you do,” he says in a sing-song voice

“did you get one for yourself?” trying to scrummage through the bag 

“no, only you” he says smiling ear to ear

“fuck you, is this like occasion worthy?” 

“get ready we’re going out,” he says completely ignoring the question

“like causal fit?” you try to imagine dressing this up and all you thought abt was big grey sweats and a slick back bun with sunglasses 

“yes, we’re getting coffee first” he knew you liked coffee and how you liked just being with him not anyone else on a special day like this. 

“so you plan on telling the world we’re dating this way” you look at him on the way to his car. he liked that you would have to look up to him when you wanted to talk, he found it cute 

“i think it’s hot” he says unlocking his car

“i mean having a property kink is definitely something else” you say sitting in the car 

“I mean aren’t you tired of people thinking Jenna and I are dating,” he asks looking at you for a sign of jealousy 

“no-“

“-no?” he cuts you off

“no, because I know we’re dating and if people want to make you two date that’s cute but it won’t happen,” you say looking at him and how focused he is on trying to exit the parking lot 

“God, I like you,” he says grabbing your hand and putting it on his lap as he drives 

“like you too” you squeeze his lap once

the rest of the car ride is silent. you would mind your business. but constantly look at Percy. how he focused on driving. how his hair would blow when the right amount of air would blow. 

“is something wrong,” he asks tearing his sight from the road onto you 

“no, you’re just pretty to look at” you smile at him 

“shouldn’t I be saying that to you” he jokes around 

“not necessarily, I always like to call you pretty and see how flustered you get” you make your fingers dance around his lap

you liked the way he smelled. you liked the way he would be comfortable with you. you liked that he could be himself wherever he went and not feel bad. you liked that he was him. him being the person you find yourself loving for the rest of your life. that being from a distance or in person. 

“what’s going on in the pea-sized brain of yours” Percy looks at you now that he is parking 

“nothing” you smile to yourself 

“well we’re here” he looks at you as he turns his car off

“where are we” you look around and just see houses and a small building 

“we’re going to hang out with some friends” you weren’t planing on being with friends. if you did than you would’ve chosen a different outfit 

“in there” the building looked old, not a historian but old to the point it needs to repaint and a power wash 

"so no coffee?" you slightly pout and dry the 'tears' that were rolling down your face

"fear not," Percy says smiling as if it was a 'you problem'

you both get out of the car and walk hand in hand to the building. you liked the way he towered to you. you liked the way he would look down at you and make sure you were ok. you like the way he would block the sun out for you. you liked the way he let you walk in the sidewalk instead of out, exposed to the cars. 

as you walked in you were greeted by some friends. friends from Wednesday, Percy’s friends, and yours. 

“hey sweets,” Jenna says hugging you 

“Hey, what’s going on,” you ask, there were so many people to just a six-month anniversary 

“I don’t know Percy just asked us to come” Jenna smiled and sat back down on the couch. 

Percy was behind you. his hand laid on your waist. his head resting on the top of yours. he saw an open spot on the couch and dove for it. 

“I’m gonna go get a drink, want any perc,” you ask almost turning your body fully away

“just a water, please” he said with a gentle smile laying in his face 

you liked the way he was polite. you liked the way he was gentle. you liked the way he looked at you. it was never lust or hatred…no never it was care and something else you couldn't put your finger on. 

“you’re doing a lot of thinking,” Emma says looking at you. you were trying to get the water and a sparkling water

“yeah, just trying to figure out why Percy made this party,” you say scourging the ice for the beverages

“Maybe he loves you,” she says with a wide smile ear to ear 

“yeah maybe,” you say with a delicate smile, mimicking Percy's from earlier

“wait he hasn’t said it yet” Emma furrows her eyebrows 

“no, neither have I,” you say ready to walk away 

“I know you guys do” she follows you like a lost puppy

“I wanted to say it when I felt comfortable, and I feel it I just don’t know if today with all these people will be the day,” you say weakly, "and it's not that I don't love him, because I do, but I dont want him to feel the need to say it because everyone we know is here"

you both start heading back to the couch. it was surrounded by a dark ambient light that was warm and surrounded by paintings. it was really beautiful. it was something you’ve seen before but can’t put your finger on it. 

“Hey, pretty girl,” Percy says and you hand him his water. it looks like all the seats are taken so you decide on standing behind him. but he grabs onto your arm and makes you spin around and pull you down to sit down on his lap

“oh” you felt awkward on his lap. felt like you needed to get up and find your own seat, but he made sure you were fine. rubbing your knee knowing ur overthinking 

you liked the way he was compassionate. you liked the way he cared for you. you liked the way he would smile at you and reassure you everything will be alright.

you opened your sparkling water and started drinking it. everyone was talking about how they haven’t watched Wednesday. they were all either saying they should watch it or others saying they shouldn’t. 

“so y/n what films are you working on,” Joy asks, moving around in her seat

“I finished the barbie movie, I don’t think I can say much more,” you say almost in a whisper. you didn’t like to talk about your work. it was the same as how you didn’t want to talk about school and grades when you were younger. 

“she’s humble” Percy shakes you around as he screams making everyone laugh

“we’re not the public y/n say more” Jenna pushes and pries. 

“she doesn’t even tell me,” Percy says almost hurt, moving you back so his chest hits your back and laying back 

“what why,” Emma says in awe

“I'm superstitious, I feel like I would jinx myself” taking another swig of your drink

“what does your shirt say,” hunter asks out of the blue, squinting and moving his head around to figure out what the letters make out

“no, let’s not talk about it,” you say trying to hide your chest

“no, let’s talk abt it,” Percy says from behind you sitting up for this conversation and trying to move your hands to your side to show the work of art that is your shirt.

“It's something alright,” Jenna says, with a face of disgust and amusement.

“I would never purchase this,” you say laughing looking down at Percy with a shit-eating grin 

“I would it’s hot,” Percy says with a challenging laugh

“yeah only you” you laugh into his neck. he liked the way it was a smooth breeze and how your loose hair tickled him. he started to move around because of your hair making you move around.

“get a room,” Georgie says jokingly 

“which one? yours” Percy says looking at him while you move your head and trying not to laugh

"This is so middle school, it makes me want to throw up," you say trying to get up

"no" Percy yelped, making you want to start laughing all over again

"I feel like shouldn't be here," Hunter says making everyone laugh

you liked the way he got flustered. you liked the way he needed to hide his face from people when he grew embarresed.

"I need to leave and-"

"-no you don't" he cuts you off yet again gripping you even tighter than ever before

“Is that a photo booth?” You point to the culprit as Percy follows your gaze

“let’s go take some photos,” he says wanting to get up. you follow close behind and get in the booth. Percy goes in first but sits in the middle.

“scooch” there was enough space for the both of you. but Percy just brings you down to his lap. you didn't know what his fetish was of you sitting on his lap

“what should be the first pose,” you ask but Percy beat you to it. He had a shit-eating grin, and the next thing you knew was him tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you into a kiss, you heard the first shutter as you try to pull away Percy groaned not wanting to move

“We have to take other photos,” you say smiling, looking down at him, his eyes still hyper-fated on your lips

“I think I love you,” Percy says almost in a hushed whisper

“What?” you tried to make sure what he just said was what you heard and not make a full of yourself

“I love you” and another click rang out

you tried to react and say it back. but your brain made your eyes react first. making Percy think he misspoke. You wanted your brain to send a message to your mouth to move and say it back fast before it was too late.

“I love you too,” you say making him go into shock, and another shutter sounds. his mouth started to draw a curve as his eyes sparkled, which you thought was impossible because of how dim the light was

you intertwine your fingers in his hair bringing him into another kiss and him moving his hand to your jaw to deepen this kiss. you smiling into the kiss, and him following suit and the last photo was captured.

you try to get out, but Percy groans, wanting to stay in this position for the rest of the night. You slowly tug away so you could get out of the curtained wall. you hold a hand for him to come out. he holds onto your hand as you both walk to the other side of the booth and find the photos. you look through them as Percy now has both his hands wrapped around your waist with his head resting on top of yours

the first photo was you both kissing, the next was him saying 'i love you' with your eyes wide, the third was you saying I love you and him smiling wider than ever, and the last was both of you kissing, this time it was different than the first. you think he also saw that photo at the same as you because he kissed the top of your head.

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Let's Forget About the Stars: Chapter 9

A/N: It's finally time! Wedding bells are ringin'! I know it seems like this would be a good place to end this series, but have no fear. I'm far from done with these two. Dove and Elvis will go on. Please let me know if you love them as much as I do! If I have to write this purely for myself, I will, but it helps me to know you all enjoy it too.

Need to catch up? Masterlist: HERE

Thanks to my eternal beta reader @ccab. Love you always, bestie!

Warnings: 18+ SMUT! (Finally) minors DNI! Cussing, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), much talk about erections, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, loss of virginity for both, some mention of pain during sex

Word count: ~3.3k

"I've never been more ready for anything in my life."

******

The ceremony is perfect. Dove's father officiates and Elvis tears up when he sees her walking down the aisle to him. She looks like an angel in her silk wedding dress with the full skirt, her veil trailing over her long black hair. When she reaches him at the altar, his hands shake as he takes hers gently.

"You look beautiful, Dovey." He whispers.

"Thank you, Jumbee. Are ya nervous?" He smiles.

"Oh, baby. Like you wouldn't believe. But not about us. Just about all of this." She kisses the back of his hand, her lipstick leaving a mark.

"It's okay. I'm nervous too." He smiles and leans in to kiss her, but Dove's father stops him.

"Woah, it's not quite time for that yet. You kids mind if I get started?" He asks, a grin on his face. Elvis nods and the ceremony officially begins.

The rest of it goes smoothly, with Dove's sister singing a hymn in their native language and Gladys reading some of her favorite scriptures. By the end of it, both Dove and Elvis have calmed down and settled into the reality of the vows they make to one another. This is real, just like their love.

"Alright, now you may kiss the bride." Elvis has been impatiently shaking his leg for the last three minutes and he barely lets her father get to the end of the statement before he wraps her in his arms and kisses her both sensually and respectfully. It's hard for him to keep it church-appropriate, but he manages to do a pretty good job. They walk down the aisle together as man and wife and then find a cozy corner to snuggle up and kiss for real as everyone shuffles out of the church to head back to Graceland for the reception.

"We're married, Jumbee. Married!"

"I know, honey, I can barely believe it. I wish everyone wasn't going back to the house, though."

"Why?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Because I'd really like to just throw you over my shoulder, take you upstairs, and-"

"Elvis Aaron Presley! We are in a church!"

"And we're finally married. I think I've waited patiently long enough." He pulls her body in close to his and kisses her deeply. She moans softly into his mouth and just as they start to get a little carried away, Vernon is there to usher them into the car. He laughs under his breath at their frustration and successfully gets them into the backseat of the limousine tasked with driving them back to Graceland. They're pressed together, tongues entwined for the whole ride and it's a good thing it's not a longer trip.

They enter the party hand in hand to cheers and applause. Most of the night passes in music and laughter and food and champagne toasts. Elvis and Dove are pretty much glued together the entire time, singing duets and kissing anytime someone taps their glass.

At one point, though, Elvis finds himself alone in a conversation with Scotty, Bill, and DJ. Eventually, Scotty gets around to the reason they cornered him.

"So, Elvis, you nervous about tonight?" He asks, just above a whisper. Bill chuckles good-naturedly and DJ smiles. They know Elvis was waiting for marriage, so they take it upon themselves to be the experts. Elvis looks around at them a little more seriously than they expected.

"I... well... come here." He walks down the stairs to the pool room and they follow him. Once they're all there together he turns and his eyes flash in genuine fear. "I'm terrified, fellas."

They all look around at each other and then back at Elvis.

"Well, you've been with this girl before doing other stuff, right?" Bill asks.

"Yeah, but this is different. I have no idea what I'm doing."

"Elvis please tell me we don't have to explain how this works." DJ raises his eyebrows at him.

"No. I mean I know the basics, but things like will it hurt her? It seems like it might hurt." Scotty nods.

"It'll probably hurt her a little. But just go slow and stop if she says stop."

"And what if she doesn't like it?" DJ smiles mischievously.

"If you do it right, she will. Trust me." Elvis blinks like he's panicking.

"What if I don't do it right?! There's a wrong way?!" The other three suppress their laughs. This time Bill speaks.

"Calm down, Elvis. It'll be fine. Just pay attention to her and try not to get overwhelmed by your own... goal... Make it about her and you'll be just fine." Scotty turns and looks at Bill.

"That's good advice. I should try that." The whole group erupts in laughter and Elvis relaxes considerably.

"Let's get you back to your bride." DJ claps him on the back and they all make their way back up the stairs.

Elvis gets back to Dove and immediately wraps his arm around her and kisses her hair.

"Where were you, Jumbee?"

"Nowhere in particular. Did you need me?"

"I can't find Jane." Dove's younger sister disappeared about twenty minutes ago and she hasn't been able to locate her. Her eyebrows are pulled together in concern. Elvis looks around the party, utilizing his taller vantage point. He doesn't see her either, so he grabs one of his buddies.

"Hey. You seen the maid of honor?" Red shakes his head.

"No, but my cousin is missing too."

"Goddamnit." Elvis kisses Dove's forehead and then leaves with Red. He has a sneaking suspicion they're somewhere together. He noticed them flirting before the ceremony and thought it might be a problem later, but was a little distracted by his impending nuptials. Dove giggles a little at Elvis's response. It didn't take him long to think of Jane as his own sister.

They eventually locate them outside, pressed together against the side of the house kissing. Elvis hollers unceremoniously.

"SONNY!" The younger man jumps back and puts both hands in the air.

"I didn't do anything! We're just kissing!"

"That sounds like somethin' to me!" Jane steps in front of Sonny.

"It's okay, Elvis. I wanted him to kiss me."

"Wanted... honey, you're just a kid. And now you're my sister. I don't want the likes of him putting his hands on you." Jane rolls her eyes.

"I'm 18. And it's sweet that you care, but I'm alright." Dove shows up next to Elvis and touches his arm lightly.

"It's okay, Jumbee." He looks down at her and softens as she slides her hand into his. "I can't wait to see what you're like with a daughter!"

He lets out a small laugh and turns back to Sonny.

"Just kissing. And if you're not back in 10 minutes I'll come get you myself."

"Okay, okay!" Dove pulls on Elvis's hand and leads him back inside to the party.

The night continues with more singing, more dancing, food, and laughter. With each passing hour, Elvis gets more and more anxious to take Dove upstairs. The waiting is about to kill him. Eventually, he drags her into the bathroom with every intention of getting some kind of relief.

"Elvis! There's a whole party of people out there!"

"I know, baby, but I'm dyin'. Can I just kiss ya a little bit?"

"We've been kissing all night."

"Dovey, you know what I mean." She smiles innocently. She knows exactly what he means, she's just giving him a hard time. Then, she grabs the front of his jacket and pulls him down to her, pressing her lips to his passionately. His hands instantly begin to wander and he groans, frustrated that the fullness of her skirt is keeping him from her center. "I'm about to crawl up under this dress, baby."

He breathes shakily, so turned on he's ready to bust. She touches his hardened length gently, teasingly, and he moans.

"Maybe I should get on my knees." She whispers against his lips and he whimpers. But as she starts to move down his body, there's a knock on the door.

"Fuck!" Elvis hisses, pulling his erection up under his belt. Dove giggles uncontrollably, her hand pressed over her mouth. They both wait to see if whoever is at the door will leave. There's another sharp knock on the door and Elvis kisses Dove three more times and then prepares himself to open the door, praying it's one of his friends and not someone else. He twists the knob and pulls it open.

Much to his chagrin, it's Dove's father.

"Oh, hi daddy!" Dove coos from behind Elvis.

"Sir..." Elvis whispers, sweating. For a minute, John stands there looking back and forth between them. Then, he busts out laughing. He laughs so hard tears squeeze out of his eyes and he holds his stomach.

"The look... on your face!" He cackles. Elvis laughs nervously, not sure what to do. "Alright, you two. Out. I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer."

The young people file out of the bathroom and he walks in and closes the door, shaking his head and laughing quietly. Elvis puts his back on the wall and leans his head back, sighing deeply.

"I thought I was a dead man." Dove laughs.

"No, daddy wouldn't hurt you. He knows we're married. It's okay." Elvis grabs her and pulls her to him, kissing the top of her head.

"Alright, well, no more close calls. I'll wait." She giggles and lifts her face so he can kiss her lips before they go back to the party.

Finally, the clock strikes midnight and most of the party has left. All the people who live at the house have gone to the hotel and only a few stragglers remain. Elvis is done waiting. Without warning, he stands up off the couch and pulls Dove up with him. Then, he turns to the last remaining partygoers.

"Okay. I'm gonna take my wife upstairs now. Thank you all for coming, but it's time to go home."

"Aw, it's only midnight!" Sonny calls out to him from his place on the couch with his arm around Jane. Elvis rolls his eyes and then swoops Dove up in his arms.

"We are going to bed. Get out." He says it playfully, but everyone knows he's serious as he makes his way to the staircase. They file out quickly and Red winks as he is the last one through the door, closing it quietly. Elvis chuckles. "About damn time."

Dove giggles as he carries her up the stairs. Both of them have more butterflies in their stomach than they did before the wedding. When he gets into their bedroom, he kicks the door closed behind him.

"You don't really have to do that. There's no one here." Dove's eyes twinkle mischievously. Elvis sets her on her feet and then turns and opens the door.

"Ha! And we can be as loud as we want!"

"Yes. We can." She bites her bottom lip nervously. It dawns on both of them that they've never seen each other fully naked. They stand for a bit just looking at each other up and down before she reaches out with shaky hands to take off his jacket and tie. He leans down and kisses her gently as she tries to unbutton his shirt, but her hands are trembling too much. He helps her with the buttons and then pulls his shirt off, dropping it on the floor. He kicks his shoes and socks off and then she unzips his slacks, pushing them down his legs. For once, he actually has on underwear, so he stands there, his erection pressing against the fabric. She turns her back to him and moves her hair so he can get to the buttons on the back of her dress. His fingers shake as he unbuttons the line of them one by one. He finishes the last one just above her panty line. His fingertips graze the skin there and she shivers. She moans softly as he leans down and presses his lips to her shoulder and then the back of her neck. He pushes the dress forward and down, running his hands over her stomach, and then the rest of the way down her legs where it settles in a cloud-like pile at her feet. She turns to face him and he helps her step out of the dress towards him. He looks down at her in her white cotton and lace bra and panty set and lets out a low whistle.

"Goddamn, baby." He holds her hands out and steps back to get a better look. "I almost hate to take 'em off."

"Oh?"

"Not that much." He fumbles for a bit with the clasp on her bra before she reaches back and undoes it for him. He slides it off and then tosses it to the side. His mouth presses hot kisses to her neck and down her chest where he pulls one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. She moans softly with the sensation and he gently pinches her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His hands tremble as he slides them down her sides and then pushes her panties down her legs. She lifts each foot out of them and he tosses them to the side too. He stands up and pushes his underwear down, letting his erect cock bounce free. They stand, completely nude for the first time with nothing in between them. Their eyes run over the other one as they drink in the experience of the other person's naked body.

"Dovey, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I can't believe I get to have you like this, that you chose me."

"Forever, Jumbee. I'm yours to have forever." He closes the distance between them and takes her in his arms, kissing her deeply and pressing their skin together uninhibited. She jumps and wraps her legs around his waist and he carries her over to the bed, laying her gently on the mattress. He hovers over her body, his dick pushed up against her thigh. She whispers against his lips and gently begins to stroke him.

"I'm ready." He nods and kisses down her body.

"This first, baby. I don't want to hurt you." She's not going to argue with him as he settles between her thighs. He goes to work, running his tongue up her slit before he licks her clit with a newfound fervor. She runs her hand in his hair as he slides first one and then two fingers inside her.

"God, Jumbee, I'll never get tired of this." He grunts as he moves his tongue on her, savoring the sweet taste of her pussy. She'd been so turned on since the wedding that it doesn't take long for an orgasm to come crashing into her, sending her over the moon with pleasure. He groans as she shudders and pulses around his fingers, coming completely undone for him. Pulling his fingers out, he pushes his tongue into her a couple more times before he climbs back up her body. They both tremble as he moves his tip to press against her entrance.

"You sure you're ready?" She looks up at him with her eyes wide.

"I-is it gonna hurt?" He sighs, very glad he talked to the guys earlier.

"Probably a little bit. If it's too bad, let me know and I'll stop."

"Okay." She takes a deep breath and tries to relax. "I'm ready."

He nods and slowly begins to push the tip of his cock inside her. She's so tight around him that he lets out a strangled moan, unable to stop it. He keeps pushing slowly and she winces. It feels good to be filled like this, but it also stings quite a bit. When he gets about halfway there, she whimpers and squeezes her eyes shut. He freezes and looks down at her.

"Is it too much? Should I stop?"

"No, baby, don't stop. I just need to adjust." She takes a couple of deep breaths and then nods. "Okay, I'm ready. Keep going."

He pulls back a little and then pushes forward again slowly. Another sound that's somewhere between and moan and grunt falls from his lips. He can't believe how good it feels to have her around him. After another couple of seconds, he bottoms out filling her fully. He's dying to fuck her silly, but he remembers what Bill said about focusing on her.

"Does it still hurt, baby?"

"A little, but I'm okay." Her eyes are almost crossing from the sensation of being so full. It hurts, but it also feels really good. They lay there for a bit, with him just nestled inside her as she relaxes and gets used to the feeling of him. He bites his bottom lip desperate to move.

"C-can I move, Dovey?" She catches the desperation in his voice.

"Yes. I'm ready." He whimpers and pulls out slowly, thrusting his hips forward.

"Oh!" She yelps breathlessly. He panics a little, not sure he can stop now.

"Is it bad? Should I-"

"No! It's good! Oh, God, it's good." He breathes and relaxes.

"So I can keep going?"

"Please yes." He smiles and starts to gently slide out and back in again.

"Oh, fuck, Jumbee..." She moans loudly as he picks up a steady rhythm. "You can go a little faster."

He groans and increases the speed and intensity of his hips against hers. It doesn't hurt at all anymore and the harder he fucks her, the better it feels. He starts to lose himself in her a bit, slamming himself into her with unmitigated passion.

"Oh-oh-oh, Elvis!" She yells as he pounds her, her breasts bouncing with each impact. He's very glad that there's no one else in the house as the noises she's making push him closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, baby, you're so sexy. I love you so much." He captures her lips in a feverish kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as his cock slides in and out of her over and over again. She moans loudly and arches her back as another orgasm builds in her center.

"Elvis, yes! Yes!" Her fingernails dig into his back as she cums hard on his dick, shaking and moaning his name. He feels her pussy throb on his cock and the squeezing sensation threatens to push him over the edge.

"Honey, I'm gonna cum. Should I...?"

"No! Stay inside! We're married. Please!" With that, he loses all control, shooting her full of his hot release.

"FUCK DOVEY." He moans with his whole body, shuddering his hips and pumping into her weakly a few more times. He relaxes and sets his head on her shoulder, pressing his lips to her skin delicately. She kisses his forehead and holds him close to her. They lay there for a bit trying to catch their breath. He lifts his head and looks into her face. "Was that... good for you too?"

"Elvis, are you serious? That was amazing." She giggles and he slides his softening cock out of her, rearranging to lay on his back with her settled in the crook of his arm.

"Wow."

"Yeah. We get to do that forever." He laughs and turns to face her.

"Dovey, I love you so much. I've never been happier than I am right now."

"I love you too, Jumbee. This was the best day of my life." He moves a piece of her hair out of her face and then kisses her gently. Both of them know he has to go back to filming King Creole in a week and soon after that he'll be leaving for the army. The future hangs over them like a dark cloud. But tonight they have each other and even if they can't be together, they'll have each other forever now. She kisses the end of his nose and he smiles.

"Goodnight, Mrs. Presley."

"Goodnight, Mr. Presley." They go to sleep wrapped in each other and never look back.

******

To be continued...

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[damiansgoodgirll]

rhea driving and reader falling asleep on damian please

I LOVE THIS REQUEST

damian priest x reader

sweet dreams (are made of this)

it was raining outside and even if it was recommended to stay at home and to do not drive in that weather you and the rest of the judgment day had a show to do and a city that was waiting for you.

finn was the only one smart enough as he left the day before, knowing that there was a storm coming in and when he offered to drive you all declined it saying that you would be leaving the day before the match as it was only a few cities away.

worst idea ever.

rhea loved driving but not in that kind of weather.

dom was in passenger seat giving rhea directions but with that kind of weather it was pretty hard to see the road.

thankfully it was only 10 in the morning even if it felt like it was 10 p.m. due to how dark and scary the sky looked.

“guys…there’s a starbucks a few miles away, i think we should go and wait for this storm to stop” rhea suggested and you all agreed with her.

damian was sitting in the backseat with you and he felt how anxious you were getting. you loved rainy days but driving in this weather? absolutely no.

and he knew that too.

so once you stopped at starbucks you spent there a good three hours waiting for the weather to change. it never stopped raining and the sky was still grey but thankfully it wasn’t thundering anymore so you could continue your voyage.

the car ride was longer than you all imagined. it was only four hours but those four hours became almost seven and it was already night when you started to feel tired.

you tried to stay awake as long as possible, chatting with dom and damian while rhea was singing some of her rock songs. at one point she even let you change music just to keep you awake but nothing was working anymore.

the dark sky and the rain outside were like a lullaby to you and before you knew you fell asleep.

on damian’s shoulder.

he smiled when he saw how close to his body you were and he even took the blanket off of dominik just to lay it over your body.

“what the hell?” he almost shouted but received a deadly look from damian.

“don’t scream…she’s sleeping” damian whispered and rhea smirked at him.

“you have a soft spot for her damian…everyone knows…” she said smiling.

“what?”

“he’s in love with her mami” dom teased damian and even if he wanted to punch him in the face there was no way he was going to deny it. he was in love with you and he had a soft spot for you.

he loved how close you two got and he wouldn’t change it.

“he’s not denying it…” rhea said.

“i’m not…cause it’s true” he confessed, hearing the fake gasps from dom and rhea.

“you should tell her…i mean the way she’s clinging to you makes me think she might have a crush for you too” dom said.

but damian was reluctant about it.

there was a chance you would love him back and there was a chance you would hate him forever and he didn’t want to risk it all.

“and i also think we should switch rooms…dom you’re staying with me, damian you’re staying with her…that’s a perfect way to bond together, better” rhea winked at damian.

he was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice the way his arm was holding you closer to his body and how his fingers were massaging your hair. it felt natural to him and he wished it could be like that forever.

“i’ll see what to do when we get there…” he whispered, wanting to quit the chatting just to live off the moment of having you so close.

hoping that nothing would change once he confess.

little did he know that you woke up in the middle of their conversation and that you heard every single word.

[sweetiepoison]

Famous Baby Blurb (The Night Out)

You threw your head back allowing the shot of vodka to burn as it went down your throat. You giggled leaning forward, placing the glass back down on the table.

“What number is that?” Willy yelled from across the table.

“8?” You questioned turning your head to look at Auston for confirmation.

“No!” He objected. “I think it’s 9.”

“No.” You protested back. “We had four at Mitch and Steph’s, two when we first got here, and then these two.” You gestured down to the four shot glasses on the table.

“Nuh uh” Auston shook his head. “We had one in the car over here too.”

You tried to remember the car ride to the bar but it felt like it was hours ago now and impossible to recall. “It doesn’t matter, we’re still tied.”

“You can’t admit you’re wrong.” Auston crossed his arms, smirking over at you.

“Yes I can.”

“Then say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say you’re wrong and I’m right.”

“Auston,” you sighed “please just be grateful that I’m even talking to you.”

“You should be the one that’s grateful. Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your spot right now.”

“Enough for your inflated ego to talk about it.”

Auston shrugged pushing your now empty shot glasses to the edge of the table for one of the workers to pick up. “I’m just saying you should feel special.”

You let out a sarcastic laugh, “I’m (y/f/n) (y/l/n), I don’t need anyone to make me feel special.”

It was now Auston’s turn to roll his eyes, “And I’m the one with the big ego?”

“Talk to me when you’re the number one artist in the world”

“Don’t need to worry about it, I’m the number one hockey player in the world.”

“Were options limited this past year?” Your sarcastic tone and tilt of the head didn’t phase Auston.

“They actually chose me based on my skill, not me performing with autotune and short skirts.”

“Sorry what was that” you cupped your left ear “I couldn’t hear you over my auto tuned song.”

Your song that has sat at the #1 spot on the charts for the past few weeks played through the speakers. It was perfect timing. You never got used to hearing your own voice or watching other people sing along to your words, but it was also the best feeling.

You smirked as Auston got up from the table without another word knowing that you won that conversation. You hummed along as ‘Thank u, next’ slowly faded into another song.

“Here.” Auston returned to the table sitting down another shot in front of you. “To inflated egos.”

You laughed, but raised your glass with his and threw the liquid back down your throat.

The night carried on much like the beginning, but somewhere along the way you lost count of your shots, but it got to a point where you no longer cared. You were beyond drunk, but this was the first time in a while you were actually able to enjoy yourself.

Your world tour was about to start up and you knew this was the only break you’d be having for a while. You planned to leave Toronto the next day, go back home to spend time with your family for a few days and then tour starts.

“She’s hammered.” Justin watched as you swayed to the music, holding onto Steph.

“At least they’re having fun.” Morgan commented, also watching all the girls giggle and dance together.

“How many shots did you guys end up taking?”

“Twelve, but she thinks it’s higher.” Auston explained, “she’s been cut off since midnight, I payed the bartender to replace all of her drinks and shots with water.”

Both Morgan and Justin shared a look and then put their attention onto Auston.

“What?” Auston asked noticing the way they were looking at him.

“That’s just a nice thing to do for someone you hate.” Morgan shrugged not wanting to make it a big deal.

“I figured her getting alcohol poisoning would put a hold on the whole tour thing. Consider it community service.”

“Well, thank you for your service.” Morgan chuckled standing up, “but I’m getting Tessa and we’re going to go home before she damages something.”

As morgan approached the group of girls to grab his wife you all immediately began booing and begging him to let Tessa stay a little longer. When it became clear your pleas weren’t going to work you all made your way back to the group.

You attempted to place your glass down on the table but it slipped out of your hand and landed with a thud on the ground.

“Okay.” Justin picked up the glass. “That’s it your done for the night.”

“No.” You pouted crossing your arms. “I out drank Auston, so now I’m celebrating.” You refused to take no for an answer leaning across the table to grab another glass.

“Nope.” Auston picked up the glass before you could reach it.

“Auston.” You glared at him from across the table.

“You won, there’s nothing else to prove, time to go home.” Auston leaned back, knowing there would be no argument and that his word would be final.

“Don’t talk to me like im a child.”

“Then stop acting like one.”

“Justin.” You huffed and turned too quickly toward your best friend causing you to stumble, but the mishap didn’t stop you, “Tell Auston to shut up.”

But before he could respond Morgan and Tessa were back, “We have a problem. Papparazi are outside and they aren’t leaving until you two come out. Morgan pointed toward you and Justin.

“She can’t even walk straight right now.” Justin pointed at you leaning against the table for support.

“Okay then what do we do because we have about 30 minutes until this place closes.” Willy reminded all of you looking down at his watch.

“I can call and get one of my guys to pick us up out front.” Justin gestured between himself and Hailey. “But I’m not letting her go out there like this.” He gestured toward you.

“Tell Mike to come around to the back.” Auston learned your drivers name from earlier when he dropped you all off at the bar. You insisted he take you, not trusting anyone else. “I’ve got an idea.”

Once the plan was set into place, Morgan, Tessa, Mitch, Steph, Willy, and a few of the younger guys all left first. Justin and Hailey prepared to leave next, preparing you as well without you knowing.

“Trust me. You guys go out the front and at the same time I’ll take her out the back, they’ll never know.” Auston reassured Justin.

“She’s gonna fight you, once she realizes what’s going on.”

“I can handle her.”

As Justin and Hailey walked toward the front door you frowned realizing that they were actually leaving not going to get another round like you thought.

Auston picked you up and placed you over his shoulder before you could react. You immediately began hitting his back and yelling at him to put you down. He got you to the back where Mike was waiting and placed you in the car getting in after.

“Don’t ever do that again!” You yelled stressing the first two words.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on it.” Auston put his hands up in defense.

“First off, I dont need you man handling me to get me out of a bar!” You yelled throwing your arms in the air, “Secondly, why did you wake him up?” Your finger flew toward the front seat.

Mike had been working as your driver since the beginning and more often than not where you went he followed. However, you never liked to make him stay up late just for you.

“You couldn’t stand up straight, let alone walk.” Auston fired back his voice also rising to match yours. “And it was either wake him up or your picture would be on the front page of every magazine tomorrow morning, drunk and stumbling.” Auston didn’t expect you to be overjoyed with how things went down, but he didn’t intend for you to be so ungrateful.

You knew you were wrong, but being stubborn was something you were good at. And you weren’t ready to apologize yet, so you crossed your arms and shifted your body so you were facing the window.

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or all the bumps in the Toronto streets but you soon began to feel sick.

“Mike, can I please have a bag?” You asked waiting for the plastic bag to be handed back. As soon as it was you were throwing up into it.

You felt hands that could only belong to Auston bundle your hair into a ponytail as he held it out of your face. You wished you only got sick once, but unfortunately it was three more times before you sat back up. You tied up the bag and placed it on the ground and wiped your mouth.

“Thank you.” You mumbled as Auston let go of your hair and sat back in his seat.

“Don’t mention it.” He replied. The car fell back into silence and that’s how it remained for the rest of the drive.

The next morning you left Toronto very early, but not before you dropped off a gift at Scotiabank arena. Auston arrived to afternoon practice expecting it to be a tough one, but what he didn’t expect was the envelope waiting in his locker for him. It was blank except for one sentence ‘thank you and I’m sorry’

He opened up the envelope and smiled at the contents. Inside were six vip tickets to your show in Arizona along with backstage passes.

It was over three months ago when Auston explained that his little cousins loved you and wanted to attend your concert but it sold out before they could buy tickets, of course this admission was also followed by a jab about him not understanding why anyone would want to see you. But you remembered the conversation and figured it was the start to an apology.

He tucked the envelope into his bag and sent you a quick text. ‘Thanks, I’ll see you in Arizona’

[mrsriddlenott]

The First Day Of SmutMas

[smutmas masterlist] [main masterlist]

~ First Christmas ~

bf!James Potter x fem!Reader

Summary: You and James have your first Christmas in your new flat together. You two have fun buying new decorations and deciding where they’ll go while getting distracted in every room you put them in.

- no voldy, no war, no Jilly(i love them tho), mention of reader having a mother, this one’s probably gonna be longer than the others since it’s the first, & ik they can just magic all this up but🤷‍♀️-

Warnings: 18+ Content!!!! Sickly sweet fluff, language, nicknames(Baby, Princess, Good Girl, etc), reader is shorter than James, alludes to Smut, degrading(kinda?), aggressive make out, f!receiving fingering, m!receiving oral. Me being obsessed with James being a dominant softie.

You and James had been together since your 5th year of Hogwarts and by the time your 7th came to an end you knew you were meant to be together forever. Once you had successfully started University and James solidified his Pro-Quidditch career close to a year later, he was desperately begging you to join him in the two bedroom flat he leased for you both, and how could you say no?

You moved in during the Spring and by the time July rolled around you were able to hold a housewarming party with all your friends, and by the start of your next school semester in September, you could really call it home. Which brings you to now, where you sit in your cozy living room under a large blanket texting your Mother as James heats up dinner for you both.

“Jamie!! Oh my Gods!!!” You shouted, jolting up in your love seat and tossing your blanket off as you held your phone in both hands looking at it. James came running into the living room from the connected kitchen as soon as he heard your distress, skidding around the breakfast island as though he was on the Quidditch pitch.

“What?! What’s wrong are you okay??” His eyes darted around your face and body before scanning the room as though looking for danger. “No!! We don’t have Christmas decorations Jamie, my parents have our tree up already look!” You got up, shoving your phone in your boyfriends face as you pouted up to him, showing the sparkling Christmas tree in the photo your Mother sent you.

“I completely forgot I didn’t have my own,” you sighed, looking back to the photo of your decorated childhood living room, “Christmas felt so far away when I moved in so I figured we’d just buy one before we needed one and now it’s gonna be Christmas soon-” your rambling dies down when James’ warm hands cup your face as he shushes your worries, pulling your chin up so you have to look him in the eyes.

“Don’t worry Love, we have close to a month to get this place all festive, we can go to the store first thing in the morning okay?” You shake his hands from your face with scrunched brows before pushing past him entirely, “No, let’s go now, we can set this place up tonight it’s too far into December to wait any longer.”

James stands still in the middle of your shared living room as you rush around, grabbing your coat and keys and straightening your hair in the mirror by your front door, “Love?” James spoke in an overly cautious voice, “It’s only December 5th, we have plenty of time,” His little giggle that usually would have you basically kicking your feet and blushing makes you glare at him through the mirror.

“Right, okay fair enough I’ll get my coat,” He states with a nod of his head and snap of his fingers as he spins on his feet, leaving you to put on your shoes with a triumphant smile. You rushed him out the door as soon as his feet were in his boots before you were speeding out of your car garage as fast as you could, blasting your Christmas playlist louder than needed the entire ride to the store.

James smiled to himself as he watched you sing over every lyric of Feliz Navidad while you wiggled in the drivers seat dancing in what space you had, “Jesus Baby, I knew you loved Christmas but I didn’t know it was this much,” He chuckled to himself with his chin in his hand leant over the middle console. You reached to turn down your music so you could speak properly, keeping your fingers on the nob and making it clear it wouldn’t be for long, “It’s our first Christmas living together James,” you shrugged, flashing him a quick smile before continuing, “I don’t know this one’s just different”

James swore he’d never spent longer shopping, even when you moved in together, but he didn’t complain. The shimmer in your eyes every time you saw something Christmas related had him holding out longer every time he thought to ask when you two would be done. James gladly showed off his strength picking up the box for the 6 foot Christmas tree you said was “just perfect for the flat” and picked out a few boxes of variously shaped lights, but mainly let you run the show as he pushed the items around on the comically too small cart. Until he saw something you must have missed, laughing to himself behind you and quickly grabbing the plastic mistletoe with a bright red ribbon around it, slipping it under the stockings you picked out so it could be a surprise.

Almost as soon as you were back home and parked, you were jumping out to start gathering bags from your trunk, “Baby let me, there‘s like twenty bags in there,” James laughed out while joining you at the back of the car, however you were desperate to get to decorating, insisting it would get done faster if you helped, as well as keep him from needing to do multiple trips up the stairs. Which he couldn’t argue with, so after a few minutes he caved and let you take significantly less bags than you planned, before making your way upstairs.

It didn’t take long to get into the groove of decorating as you turned on your music and began imagining the perfect places for all your decorations. Starting in the living room, you began handing James tinsel to hang off various surfaces as you started unboxing the lights and thinking of where they’re needed most. Tugging at the opening of the box, you watched as James reluctantly taped over the ends of the fake greenery attempting, and failing, to get it to hang evenly over the entrance to your hallway. The obvious pieces of tape and ripped bits hanging uneven and way too low made you cringe as you stepped forward, “er….Jamie Sweetie, do you wanna open these instead and I can take over that”

Staying in your groove however, proved difficult. Since James thought he didn’t seem to have the artistic vision you were looking for in your decoration process, he opted for “patiently”waiting for you to tell him what to do as you worked throughout the flat with James following behind your heels like a lost puppy. In reality though, there was nothing patient about James Potter and at this point he had honestly grown rather bored of decorating, becoming desperate for your attention. He couldn’t stop himself from grabbing your hand every 10 to 20 minutes just to twirl you around to Christmas music, as you both laughed and enjoyed the other’s company he watched your eyes shine up at him like he wanted to all evening. When you inevitably caught on to his attempts to distract you however, you began turning down his dances leading him to pout behind your busy figure when you asked him if he could set up the tree for you to decorate instead.

After eyeing the blank canvas of the new tree and the various boxes of different shaped ornaments, you quickly grew entranced by the millions of ways you could think to arrange the shining pieces of glass and plastic, leaving James to grumble to himself while rummaging through the remaining bags to see if you missed any of the fragile orbs. Once he got to a bag holding only two stockings he smirked to himself, grabbing it quickly and yanking out the artificial mistletoe before facing your back as you gently set the hook of a red ornament on the wire branch of the tree. James approached you quickly, standing directly behind you and holding the little decoration above both your heads in one of his large hands.

“Look up,” he chuckled and took your hip in his free hand, spinning you around as you observed the adorable little thing above you with a smile. In less than a second he had tossed the green plastic aside and was gripping the back of your head in his now freed hand, tugging your lips into his as soon as your eyes met. He sighed into you, licking along your bottom lip and begging for entrance as you whined below him, the kiss was passionate and full of unspoken desires as your hands found their designated spot in his messy curls.

James groaned as you tugged on his locks, gripping you tightly before slamming you into the closest wall with a protective hand on your head. Your gasp forced your lips to separate, James staring down at the swollen, red flesh before trailing his lips down your neck to mark there as well, “You drive me crazy you know? You look absolutely breath taking doing the simplest of things,” His voice was low and drenched in arousal as his hands began trailing up and down your body possessively.

The combination of his hot breath and his delicate lips slowly turning aggressive had you shivering and clenching your legs together, your lips unable to keep in your song of pleasure. James’ cocky smile grew in the crook of your neck at the sound, urging him to slip his hand under your shirt to tease the top of your pants and tug you closer by the free belt loop. James brought his lips to the shell of your ear where he softly whispered sounding almost like pleading, “Lemme make you feel good Baby, then we can get back to work.”

His lips immediately returned to their assault of your neck as you tried to will your brain into forming a sentence, “We- hmph….we need to get it done Jamie- fuck.” His teeth dug into the flesh of the side of your neck with a groan and his fingers struggled their way past the waistband of your jeans to drag his fingertips over the hem of your underwear before his mouth was returning to your ear. “I won’t take long then…..I know you want to. I can feel your heat already, you know all you have to do is ask and it’s yours.”

You could hear his smirk in his voice as you whimpered, whining a feeble please that allowed him to rush his hand away only for a second as he unbuttoned your jeans, before quickly snaking his way down the front of your pants and underwear. You both sighed out a moan as the pad of his rough finger slid it’s way through your slick folds, locating your clit immediately and adding a finger as he drew quick circles that took your breath away. “Y’like that Princess?” James chuckled as he spoke, “I know you do, you’re fucking dripping in my hand,”

James’ voice was dark as his deep, blown out eyes met yours, his wide smile only grew as he quickly shoved both his fingers forward and inside of your desperate cunt, forcing your eyes to shut and your mouth to fall open in a moan. “Oh fuck. Fucking hell Jamie,” James wasted no time in picking up the most brutal pace your tight jeans would allow, the feel of the seam scratching against the back of his hand only increasing his need for you. Each time his fingers hit the deepest parts of you he’d swirl his fingertips against the warm, spongey spot and each time your moans would fall into whimpers as you clenched around his digits. Your mind was going hazy as the tension in your lower stomach grew, your moans turning into pants and whines of pleasure as you cling to James’s arms, nails digging into him and surely marking his flesh.

His teeth nip at the bruising skin of your neck pushing you closer to your breaking point, your legs shook under you and his free arm moved to support your back. His fingers worked faster as you tried to support yourself on his chest that vibrated with laughter, his mocking tone surrounding you, “Gods Princess, can’t even fucking stay standing,” his teeth harshly pulled at the abused flesh of your neck just to hear your whines before continuing, “Pathetic really, bet you won’t even wanna finish the tree once I’m finished….isn’t that right?”

“Fu-fuck James….don’t b-be mean,” James snickered into your neck, feeling the clench of your walls and knowing full well you were enjoying every word, “Oh shut the fuck up and be grateful.” He punctuated his words with a harsh move of his fingers against your g-spot, snapping the tension that he’d built up and pushing you over the edge. Your head fell backward into the wall loudly, eyes screwed shut and your mouth open in a silent moan as your whole body shook around James’ fingers that slowly calmed and retreated to his mouth to be sucked clean. He pecked your sweaty cheek and helped to steady you against the wall, laughing at his handy work as you huffed, attempting to catch your breath. “Okay, now back to work Love.”

Your eyes lazily opened to meet his gaze, his authoritative voice making you question what he was planning. “I thought you sai-“ James laughed aloud, kissing your forehead and buttoning your pants as your brows scrunched together, watching him retreat to grab a random ornament before making a show of finding the best spot for it to take.

Over an hour later you found yourself leant below the tree adding the last few ornaments where they looked best. “Hey! Would ya look at that!!” James suddenly stated dramatically as he stood behind you, watching intently as you bent forward on your knees toward the tree. You turned to find him much closer than you expected with a hand above his head, once again dangling the mistletoe above you both. “Gotta give me another kiss now Love,” James almost whispered with a bright smile, “How bout you be all festive and follow the rules yeah?”

When you went to stand James’ rough hand met your shoulder, lightly shoving you back onto your knees and tsking down at you softly. He pocketed his mistletoe, caressing your cheek with his knuckle sending a shiver directly down your spine, “You kissed me on the lips last time Princess, shouldn’t I get a different kiss this time?” His voice was laced in a condescending tone as his bottom lip stuck out in a mocking pout, watching your eyes dart between his darkening gaze and his growing bulge that was almost level with your eyes.

You smiled up at him, maintaining eye contact as you leaned forward to place a kiss on his clothed crotch and immediately letting your tongue slip past your lips to leave a trail of spit up the outline of his shaft to his tip, eliciting a groan from the back of James’ throat. “Fucking ‘ell, take them off first” he growled above you, making you giggle as you tugged his pants and boxers halfway down his muscular thighs, letting his fully hard dick bounce up against his abdomen. Your eyes and lips gravitated to it as though they were magnets, mouth watering as you planted soft kisses on the base of his shaft before trailing higher while James’ breath picked up. His strong fingers weaved into your hair, a telltale sign he was getting impatient, just how you liked him.

Almost as soon as your delicate lips met his leaking red tip you were opening them to trace up and down his slit with the tip of your tongue, before padding your teeth with your lips and hollowing your cheeks to abruptly and without warning slip his throbbing dick down your throat in one go. The obscene, shaky moan James released was like music to your ears as his fingers aggressively clenched in your hair. “Fuck y/n, bloody amazing you are!” You bobbed your head up and down, immediately setting a quick pace you knew he thoroughly enjoyed.

His hips lightly thrusted forward to meet your tongue each time you backed away, forcing you to gag around him as his tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly. The weight of his heavy dick and the taste of his precum sending a wave of pleasure to your core, drenching your already damp underwear once again. You balanced yourself with a hand on his large thigh, moaning as you dug your nails into the flesh, pulling a strangled moan from James and making him jolt harder into your mouth accidentally.

“Fuck Princess I’m sorry, just feels so- oh fuck,” you didn’t let up at his words, even as his hips mindlessly pushed him further and harder into you. Your eyes watered as your throat started to hurt, his grip in your hair moving to grip onto the back of your neck hard. “I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna fucking swallow it okay?” Your teary eyes met his as you nodded the best you could around him, “Good girl, always so good for me.” You moan around him at his praises, hearing him hiss above you as you absentmindedly buck your hips against nothing but the seam of your jeans. His dick twitched against your tongue when James pulled back before he was shoving back in harder, using your neck to push you further onto him as he spilled his cum into the back of your throat, forcing a gag from your desperate attempts to swallow every last drop he gifted you.

James gently removed himself from your mouth, trailing his hand to your cheek in a comforting manner as he tugged his pants up over himself. He trailed his thumb over your swollen lip, smiling down to you with a hazed look on his face, “My little gift under the tree.” His voice was soft and inviting as you giggled up to him before standing to turn and observe your beautiful Christmas tree.

“Baby, you missed an ornament,” James stated as he pointed out a snowflake remaining in the box now filled mostly with empty protective wrapping, “I was wondering, why didn’t you want to get a real Christmas tree? Y’know, be all traditional for the first Christmas in the flat?” James asked as he grabbed the forgotten ornament gently and handed it to you.

“Because this way it‘ll last a while, as long as we keep it safe anyway. We can take it with us when we move into a house together and one day it’ll be our kids’ first Christmas tree. Maybe even some of our grandkids’ if it lasts that long.” You spoke so nonchalantly as though you knew for a fact you wanted to spend every Christmas as a family and James swore his chest shrunk, his heart suddenly feeling the need to break out of his body as his eyes scrunched with the smile on his face. His slightly teary eyes scanned the room that only seconds ago he saw as a bit gaudy, now seeing the bows, the flashing lights of different colors, and that green plastic mocking vegetation on any flat edge it would fit on….as absolutely beautiful, each one a new memory to be shared.

When you turned to look to him you saw he was already watching you hang the glittering snowflake with tears in his eyes. Wasting no time in throwing himself forward, gripping your cheeks in his warm hands and melding his lips into yours, only barely separating to breath with his forehead against yours. “If you keep talking like that then this tree will only be a few months older than James Jr” You burst out laughing together as you fall into his arms in a warm hug.

“I am most definitely not naming our son James Jr,” you laughed, stepping around him with a pat on his shoulder, “James can be his middle name though Sweetie, we can think of a first name when we actually start trying.” You giggled, rearranging a piece of tinsel that was out of place, not seeing the look of pure love and adoration James was giving you.

“Well then what the bloody ‘ell are we waitin’ for” James loudly stated, pulling your attention to him before he was hauling you up by your thighs, tossing you over his shoulder, and smacking your ass with a laugh while walking toward your shared bedroom.

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[batmanrogues-scenarios]

How about some road trip headcanons for Riddler, Harley Quinn, Anarky and Mad Hatter?

Road Trip

Riddler

He's the guy who refuses to use map when GPS takes you into weird directions.

"Everything is fine, I created it."

Refuses to ask for directions.

Very peculiar about stopping in between the destination because he doesn't want to waste time on something boring.

Absolutely asks S/O riddles during the ride and S/O does the same. Also some fun facts.

If something happens to the car, he might know how to fix it but I hope it's not tire. It will take an hour with his strength.

Harley Quinn

Most chaotic trip you have ever experienced.

She back whatever she thinks will be fun to in the meantime of driving, like bazooka, board games. If she sees yellow car S/O should be ready for a punch.

Her hyenas are going with her, there's no discussion. Unless it's a romantic trip, then maybe she leaves them with Ivy.

Radio is on full blast and there will be singing.

Pretty fun experience.

Arkham! Anarky

He wasn't outside of Gotham really so it's pretty exciting.

Makes preparation, so nothing if forgotten. Water, food, something for entertainment.

He doesn't have a license to drive, so either S/O drives or they're hiding from cops.

Honesty, he's calmer now that out of Gotham where crime isn't committed all the time. But also sour. Why can't Gotham be like this?

When he comes back, he is even more fired up about cleaning the city.

Mad Hatter

So happy! He probably brings more than needed and S/O has to clean it.

"Of course we need tea set! What if we got thristy?

Cannot sleep noght before so S/O drives the car first while she sleeps in backseat. At least he brought pillows.

Definitely talks through the ride about whatever topics got into his head.

Might listen to podcasts if his voice throat gets tired.

He sees biggest ball of yarn advertised? He stops and gets a photo there. A dinner? Food would be nice.

If S/O doesn't stop him the trip is gonna take longer than they thought.

But it's never gonna be boring. And the memories from photos will remind them off that.

[kazvha]

RANDOM BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

Including: Kayden, Kartein, Inhyuk

Notes: Thank you both for requesting, and also for the compliment! Hope you enjoy💌

KAYDEN

• Everybody knows him as an arrogant madman who likes to pick fights with everyone. But around you, he acts like a whole different person. — Ok, maybe not that different, but Kayden is definitely more tolerable in your presence and he's literally the funniest person you know

• We all know Kayden is a confident person, but sometimes there are moments in which he's surprised you actually put up with his persona

• He knows nothing about being in a relationship, so you have to take the lead. Especially in the beginning stage

• His favorite dates are dates that involve any type of action. It could be going to an amusement park and riding the craziest roller coasters, trying new sports together, or even singing your lungs out at a karaoke bar

• In terms of love languages, Kayden's mostly giving you acts of service and sometimes physical touch. He himself likes to receive words of affirmation. Just praise him for a little thing and he won't stop boasting about it

• He's not against PDA but he prefers to keep it all private

KARTEIN

• Who thought that you would get into a relationship with such an eccentric?

• You are the one who had to confess first because Kartein is way too stubborn. He denied his feelings for MONTHS

• For your first date, after he finally accepted your feelings, Kartein invited you to his apartment and prepared an amazing candlelight dinner for you. The longer you two had talked, the more he realized that you're definitely the one for him. It made him mad that he wasted so much time fighting himself and his feelings

• At the end of the night he drove you home and you also had your first kiss which was kinda awkward?

• You were sitting in the car and Kartein leaned over from his seat. You thought he would kiss you, but turns out he only wanted to get something from the backseat???

• In reality, Kartein wanted to gauge your reaction. You had a positive reaction, so he came close to you again and kissed you for good. If you had reacted in a bad way, like leaning back, he would have pretended that nothing happened

• His favorite dates are calm ones, in which you can destress together. Pottery classes, paint and sip, self-care days, etc. You get it

• Love language: Give: He gifts you little things that remind him of you. Also, he's someone who values his time alone, but he'll free his schedule to spend time with you. Receive: Like Kayden, he lives off of compliments

• He hates PDA, every type and form of affection has to be behind closed doors

INHYUK

• Even before you got into a relationship it was visible to everybody else how much you liked each other. Inhyuk likes to take care of everyone, but the way he treated you was on another level

• Like, Inhyuk really cares about how you feel and always wants to know the long answer whenever he asks you how you are. He's attentive to your needs

• His favorite dates are trying out new restaurants and leaving them petty reviews after eating, taking dance classes together, or strolling in your hometown and feeding stray cats. Inhyuk's up for anything really.

• He likes to write down everything new he learns about you. He never forgets important dates like your birthday or your anniversary and when he plans out a trip or a date, he makes sure that you'll both like it

• Love language: Give: He loves spending time together and like I already said, he takes care of you, often with acts of service. Receive: Inhyuk will never say no to your physical touch

• He doesn't mind PDA at all. He will show you his affection everywhere and he might even rub this sight into other people's faces. *cough* Seongha *cough*

[wwenhlimagines]

BESTIEEEE can you do a smut with Daniel Garcia or Hook based on the song Nasty (extended) by Russ? THAT SONG HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD pretty please

Nasty - Hook Smut

Warning: smut 18+ only

Part 2 potentially?

At the nightclub

I smirk as I find Anna Jay at the bar and pull her onto the dance floor. Our boyfriends would rather sit at the bar all night, but we always know how to have a good time without them. We start dancing to the beat and swaying our hips side to side, singing the songs to each other dramatically just for the fun of it.

Then Nasty by Russ comes on, and our heads snap over to the boys who have perked up a bit. They aren't coming over on their own, so we decide to give them a little show. I face away from Anna and bend all the way over, touching my toes before shaking my ass as I snake my way back upright. Hook has stood up from the barstool, but he still isn't moving yet.

"My turn, babe." Anna turns us both around, and she starts twerking on me. I pretend to slap her ass and that seems to get Jack's attention. He grabs Hook, and they both walk over to us. Jack turns Anna around to start twerking on him instead as Hook turns me to face away from him and pushes my back to get me to bend over like before. I repeat my actions and shake my ass as I snake my way back up.

I can feel Hook's grip tighten on my hips and his dick hardening as I sway my hips and grind back against him. "If you keep pulling that shit, we aren't going to make it back to the hotel."

I smirk and turn around in his arms, hooking one leg around his and leaning into him. "Is that a threat or a promise?"

Hook looked up yo tell Anna and Jack we are leaving, but they have already darted out as well. "I guess we will have to see. Now get your sexy ass to the car now."

I giddily grabbed his hand, and we walked out to the car, where he pushed me up against the back passenger door and pulled one leg around his hips. He ground his dick against my clit as we made out. His hand slid down and slipped two fingers past my panties into my dripping hole. He collected some juices on his fingers as my head lulled to the side, and I moaned lightly. "You really want to get Nasty? How about I fuck you right here where everyone can hear and see you whimper for me? What if I eat you out on the hood of the car and you are exposed to everyone walking by? Does that sound nasty to you, babe?"

My eyes are rolled back as he thrusts his fingers in and out, hitting my gspot every time. I nod my head and bite my lip. Hook's fingers leave my pussy and he brings them up to my mouth. "Suck my fingers. Taste yourself. Then I'll think about giving you what you want."

I do just as he asks and suck his fingers using my tongue to make sure I get every drop. He silently opens the car door, and I groan as I sit down and adjust my panties. He shuts the door and walks around to the driver's side before sitting behind the wheel.

He opens the center console and pulls out a remote control vibrator. He hands me the vibrator and he sets the remote in the cup holder as he starts the car. Once I have the vibrator tucked inside my panties, I lean back in the seat, mentally preparing for the ride home. "Since you want to make me hard in the club and want to get nasty in the parking lot, I think I'm taking the scenic route home."

I groan lightly, biting my lip as he reaches over and pushes the button to turn on the vibrator. He turns the car on and drives out of the parking lot, smirking to himself as I squirm in the passenger seat. Usually, the club is only a 10 minute ride from our house, but I have no idea how long we are going to be driving, so I try to ignore the toy between my legs.

I take deep breaths and look out the window, trying to distract myself when the intensity changes and I have no choice but to whimper. "Hook, baby, how much longer til we get home?"

He sets his hand, holding the remote on my leg, and squeezes lightly. "Depends how long it takes you to cum knowing anyone driving by can see you come undone."

I groan and try to lean my seat back as Hook turns off the toy. "Nuh, uh baby girl. Do you want to get Nasty in the club with Anna? Then you are going to cum where anyone can see your face."

I begrudgingly bring the seat back up, and Hook turns the toy back on. I decide to stop playing fair and reach over, grabbing him through his pants. He quickly turns onto a side street and parks the car before pulling his cock out of his pants. I unbuckle myself and crawl over to straddle him as he reclines his seat. The vibrator intensifies as he nudges my panties to the side and slowly lowers my hips onto his cock.

We both groan as he stretches me, and I start to bounce lightly. He changes the vibrator setting to pulse with his thrusts as he grabs my hips and fucks up into me. I grab the back of his seat and hold myself up as I moan his name. "Fuck yes, right there babe. I'm gonna cum."

His grip tightens as his nails dig into my hips and his brows furrow as a sign he is close. "Cum for me baby. I need to feel you squeeze me."

I grind my hips down and feel the vibrator hit my clit just right as my body shakes from waves of pleasure. I feel his thrusts get shallow as my walls squeeze tightly, and my slick drips down onto my inner thighs. I keep riding him until he stills inside me and I feel his cum paint my walls. We sit there for a minute or two trying to catch our breath before I lift my hips, and he slips out of me. He helps me adjust my panties and lifts me up to return to the passenger seat.

"Was that nasty enough for you Mr. Senerchia?"

He chuckled lightly as he turned the vibrator back on to the lowest setting. "I'm just getting started with you. Now keep our cum of the seat while I plot my revenge once we get home."

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[thelinguisticpoet]

365 Days Without You

I always thought grief would be black and white, monotonous for the most part. Then I thought it would be grey, like the clouds, right before it rained, holding onto as much as you can till you fall apart. But the past year has taught me that grief has colors, colors no one stops to notice or understand, colors I never thought I’d see again...

Sometimes grief would be blue, like the sky that goes on without an end, it was quiet and calm, maybe a little long yet soothing despite the sorrow deep within. Grief was green, like the trees, grass, and weeds that grew on the side of your grave, grief was growth and life despite the life lost. Grief was red, like the million flowers we arranged atop your grave in hopes you could smell them the way we could, red like the anger that kept seething despite all the rational thoughts and beliefs, a little faulty and unpredictable. Then, grief was yellow, it was funny with a little drop of sunshine where you could only think to find darkness, it was proof you could smile despite adversities. Grief is anything but the gloomy, grey picture we often paint in our heads.

I still vividly remember the day I received the call at work. I had only imagined what pain and sorrow would feel like until that moment, and despite knowing the worst has happened, all I felt was complete numbness. I could have sworn I held my breath on the ride home, wishing the car to speed past traffic lights, but also praying not to reach, not to ever find out what was awaiting me at the end of the journey. I was not prepared for this goodbye despite knowing and feeling its lingering presence for months. I was not ready to let you go… 

I had so much to say and yet silence engulfed me whole for months. I could never quite put my thoughts into words the way I wanted to, I could not speak to a wall thinking your presence filled the room or think of you as an angel living in the heavens above, looking down on me. I could not simply pretend you still were here, yet I could not completely fathom your absence long enough to understand that you were gone forever.

Maybe I was a little mad, but more than anger, it was sadness in a way I had never felt before. It was in knowing nothing would ever come close to having spent decades with you ever again. It was in knowing I could never again hold your hand as we walked through the park, never again drink the coffees that you make or share your favorite strawberry ice creams with you, it was in knowing I could never again hear your voice calling me out as I walked past your room, never again having your presence in celebrations and festivities that you dearly looked forward to. It was in knowing you’d never again sing along to the songs that played on the radio, never again waking up in the wee hours to catch World Cup matches, listening to your commentary and supporting Brazil because that was your favorite team. It was in knowing you’d never be the one who takes up the spot right next to me in family portraits and birthday photographs, it was in knowing I have kissed you goodbye for the last time and put you six feet deep where I could not quite reach you the way I wanted to. My sorrow was tied to never having you again, and knowing that there is still much I needed you for in life. It is tied to the absence and void that I now have to live and make peace with because there isn’t much else to do…

I expected myself to feel lost, to go through tons of emotions, behave irrationally, throw tantrums, and spend most of my days and nights in complete solitude. Life was a far cry from what I’d imagined, I spent most of my days after your loss swamped with work and I was surprisingly good at it. And when I couldn’t breathe, I found myself locked in a toilet or curled up on the bed, holding myself together on the brink of losing it, praying to keep it together for just a bit longer. This was a huge loss for the entire family, and with the emotional rollercoaster we all rode those months, I found it necessary to keep all my pain and sorrow hidden. I made the most jokes, recalled your time with us animatedly and did what I could to make sure everyone was okay. Most days, I kept myself mentally and physically busy to the point when I hit the bed, there was no room for thinking, let alone overthinking. All I did for a good six months or so, was work, exhaust myself and sleep.

Life took a complete turn overnight and I was nowhere near prepared for a death I knew was coming and would completely shatter me.

Tell me, how does one prepare for the complete absence of a loved one for the rest of whatever forever we have left…

I am grateful for photographs and videos of you; they bring you back whole to me for a split second every time I catch a glimpse of them. Sometimes, with my eyes closed, I could swear I feel you right here with me. In the moments I spend most alone, most broken and find myself hurting and longing for your comforting hug and presence, I feel myself break in a way I could never explain. But in those very moments, I think you’re somewhere nearby, holding my hands, silently sitting with me, the way you always did. I know you are right here. 

You’re in every flower that blooms in my garden, in every innocent smile and laughter of every child I meet on the streets, in the black coffees I drink every morning now, and in your favorite songs that play constantly on my playlist. You’re everywhere I turn, and it is not painful anymore. It’s comforting to know the things you’ve left behind in the form of objects, routines, and habits help hold me together in knowing you’re just as much here as you were before when I feel a little abandoned in life.

It still feels like you’re asleep in an unknown, unfindable room in this house, I still wait to see if you’d come walking down the hall whenever we gather for family time like you always do, I still think you’re here whenever I turn another corner or sit on your couch waiting for you to magically appear again as though nothing went amiss, like the past year didn't happen. I wonder if I prayed long and hard enough, if you'd come right back and life would resume playing out the way it was supposed to.

Sitting here, I could tell you I did not believe I’d make it past the first 24 hours, let alone a whole year. It feels surreal, like a never-ending dream I hope to awaken from and find you laughing with me as I recall every little detail, but it all feels less probable and more an unchanged reality as time passes by. With every day that begins and ends without you, know that I carry you in my heart, know that every step I take and every single thing I do, will embody you, and it will be something I hope makes you proud.

Tell me what I missed when I see you again, tell me how much you missed me and hold me till I feel whole again, tell me all your wonderful adventures from when you were young again even though I remember every story, every word, by heart, the way I do you.

I will always hold you in my heart for whatever life and eternity there is left to live,

with eternal love,

Rose.

In loving memory of my most beloved grandfather♥️

© Raina Rose 

[lives-in-midgard]

Coney Island

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: On your trip to Coney Island you and Bucky have a lot of fun.

Word Count: 1.3k

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This day you woke up by birds singing outside. You were laying on your back with Bucky’s head on your chest and his arm wrapped around you. You were so excited because today you and Bucky planned to go to Coney Island. It’s something you wanted to do for a long time now but because of missions you never really had the time for it. He told you funny stories about when he went there with Steve. So, you hoped to make some good memories there with him too. Because Bucky looked so peaceful you thought to let him sleep for a bit longer. It makes you so happy that he can finally sleep better and only sometimes has a nightmare. Luckily, you are always there for him and know exactly what he needs to feel better.

After laying there for a while you began to play with Bucky’s hair, and he slowly began to wake up.

“Good morning sleepyhead.” You softly whispered and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Bucky looked up and you smiled at him.

“Good morning doll.” He said and gave you a soft morning kiss. You stayed in bed cuddled for a few minutes when Bucky broke the silence.

“I think we should get up, doll. Don’t want you to miss all the fun in coney island.” You nodded.

“Yeah, you are right.” While Bucky went into the bathroom to make himself ready you waited in bed and checked your phone. You got a message from Wanda and one from Natasha who were both wishing you a beautiful and funny day in Coney Island. You promised them to send them pictures and told them to also have fun on their day off. When Bucky came out of the bathroom it was your turn, while he walked downstairs to make breakfast. When you were finished in the bathroom you went downstairs and had breakfast with Bucky. He helped you clean up everything and then you took everything you needed. You put on your shoes and turned around to face Bucky.

“Are you ready babe?” You asked him.

"I am, let’s go." Bucky smiled at you and took the keys. In the car Bucky turned on the radio and the car was filled with your favorite songs. While driving Bucky had his hand on your thigh.

“I’m so excited.” Bucky said and looked over at you.

“Me too.” You said with a big smile. It makes you so happy to see him happy. He deserves it so much especially after all he has been going through. After a drive that didn’t feel that long Bucky parked the car at an empty spot near the amusement park. When Bucky opened the door for you, he held is hand out for you to take. You walked hand in hand and could see the wonder wheel from afar.

“We have to go there.” You pointed at the wheel and Bucky began to smile.

“Definitely.”

After you went on some rides Bucky walked over to a roller coaster. When you saw how excited he was you didn’t want to tell him that you were scared. And because it’s also a little embarrassing for you especially because as an avenger you did so much more dangerous and scary things.

"Bucky do we really have to?" You asked him after a while because you couldn't hold it back anymore and needed to ask him.

"Are you scared sweetheart?"

"Maybe a little." You said and Bucky gave you a smile.

“Oh doll, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"You were so excited..." You said and looked at the ground for a second.

"We don't have to if you don't want to."

"No, I want to."

"Are you sure?" Bucky asked you and you nodded.

"Okay, you can hold my hand the entire time and I promise it's not going to be as bad as you imagine it."

"But please don't tell the others that I was scared. Especially Sam would make fun of me." You added.

"I won't let anyone make fun of you sweetheart."

"Wow, it really wasn't that bad." You said when you came out of the ride and walked to the next one.

"I'm glad you liked it and didn't throw up in it like Steve did." He said and then you remembered the story he told you about when he went there with Steve.

"Wait so this is really the one where Steve threw up?"

"Yes" he said, and you both started to chuckle.

After you went on another ride you decided to finally go to the wonder wheel. While standing in the line your tummy made a sound.

“I think you are hungry doll. Let’s get something to eat first.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” You said and Bucky chuckled when another sound from your stomach was to hear. You and Bucky walked over to a small restaurant and bought a pizza.

“Can we go to the wheel now?” You asked him and he smiled.

“Of course, we can.” Bucky paid the pizza and the drinks, and you went back outside. Back outside at the line, there were now less people waiting. After a few minutes you were sitting in the wheel and enjoyed the view with Bucky by your side.

“This is so beautiful.” You turned to Bucky and leaned in to kiss him. When you broke the kiss you both smiled at each other. Then you thought this would be the perfect place to take a picture.

“Let’s take a picture.” You said and Bucky nodded. You took your phone from your bag and made a selfie and then one from the beautiful view. When the ride was over Bucky walked straight over to the games.

“Which one do you want doll?” Bucky asked and pointed at the different games with different prices.

“Something from the disney one.” You said and Bucky nodded.

“Okay, then let’s get you something from there.” Bucky said and began to play. You watched him amused as he played and played, until he finally won something for you. The worker handed him a big dumbo, the elephant plush and he turned to you with a big smile.

“For my girl.”

“Thank you, babe.” You said with a big smile and Bucky gave you a short kiss.

When you walked through the park you couldn’t resist when you saw a cotton candy stand. You loved these when you were a kid, so you walked over there while Bucky held your hand. You sat down on a bench and enjoyed the candy and the view.

“We should head home soon, it’s getting late.” Bucky said after a while. Only now you noticed that the sun was getting down.

“Yeah, you are right, but we should come here again soon and go to the beach.”

“That’s a good idea.” Bucky said and you made your way back to his car. While you were walking back to the car you could see many other people leaving and laughing. When you sat down in the car you quickly sent the pictures you took to Wanda and Natasha.

While driving home you must have felt asleep because when you woke up Bucky was caring you upstairs into the bed.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you doll.”

“It’s okay.” You said and laid your head back on his chest. When he opened the door to the bedroom, he softly let you down on your bed. He gave you a shirt from him to change and laid next to you. You cuddled up with him and began to drift of when you heard him say.

“Thank you for that wonderful day.”

“Thank you for taking me there.” You mumbled and began to fall asleep in his arms.