#race for the cookie cup

[pinkskytwst]

***Race for the Cookie Cup!***

"No matter whether you win or lose, what's most important is to have fun!"

* Team Bluepuff *

"Good luck everybody! Do your best!"

When Summoned: "All my 'Special People' make my life sweeter than candy! Well...Saya-chan is more like sour candy but that's okay! There's still lots of sugar in those too!"

Summoned Line: "Everything is so cute and sweet here! I love it!"

Groovy!!: "I don't really think people have flaws. They're just things that make them special and interesting and wonderful! Like how Sai-chan tries to smother me for bringing up Vil-senpai! Or when she lies about not reading my books! They're just things that make her special! You're special to me too, so don't let anyone make you feel bad about what makes you, you!"

Home Idle:

"It's so nice to have everyone here with me. It's like we're having an adventure in a candyland!"

"Don't worry! Sai-chan won't actually run everyone off the track...probably."

"I know Tsunotarou doesn't like cake but maybe I can get him an icecream cake instead!"

"I've never driven anything before but I'm sure it can't be that hard!"

Home Tap:

"These outfits are super cute! Maybe I can ask Crewel-sensei to make me one like it once we get home!"

"It's a good thing there aren't any, like, licorice spiders here or something! ...There aren't any, right?"

Duo:

[Ro]: "As long as we have fun, we're the real winners, Sai-chan!"

[Saya]: *sigh* "...Whatever you say Ro."

*Team Redpop *

"If winning isn't everything, why do they keep score?"

When Summoned: "If I'm here, you know we're going to win this thing. No matter what. So don't hold me back, alright?"

Home Idle:

"I've never really been into racing before, but I'll eat my goggles before I let any of these idiots beat me at anything, so I guess I am now."

"Everything's too sweet here. God, I wish there was a river of black coffee. But nope. All frosting." *sigh*

"Ro was wandering around a field of candy canes earlier, and he almost blended right in. Red and white camouflage. It was pretty funny, actually… I should get him some sunscreen, before he starts to blend in with some lobsters instead."

Home Idle - Groovy!!: "I'm not usually someone who gives out a lot of compliments, but you'd do well on my team here."

Home Tap:

"You think this outfit looks nice? Well, if Vil was here he'd blow us all away. I wonder what he's up to…"

"This place is better than Ramshackle, I guess. I don't have to kill spiders for Ro every other second at least. But I do miss Pomefiore. …Don't tell anyone I said that."

Duo: [SAYA]: "Hold on tight, Ro!" [RO]: "Get em, Sai-chan!"

[eclipsewarrior101]

Cookie Run Rant

Omg Capsaicin’s story is just…it’s really good.

The party that has my lore brain moving is the part where it says “ broken shackles are a reminder of his pained past”

Like…..what happened, why was he shackled and who did it.

I already love him and I dont have him yet. 😂

Also to my fellow cookie friends I was sorted into

Scovillia House.

[valsverse]

• just thinking about percy jackson as your summer bf. fumbling with sunscreen, smearing it on each other’s noses, missing spots on purpose. sticky cuddles under the blanket, even though the air is way too hot for any kind of physical contact. popsicle juice dribbling down your chin, and him kissing it away, his lips sweet and a little too eager. racing into the ocean, him pretending to trip just to make you laugh. stealing sips of each other’s lemonade, but only when you think he’s not looking. screaming on the rollercoaster while he pretends to be fearless, though you catch his knuckles white around the bar. arguing over the best ice cream flavor—he insists on mint chocolate chip, but you know it’s cookies and cream. beach volleyball that always ends with him picking you up and spinning you around, both of you laughing too hard to keep score. running barefoot on the hot pavement, hopping between patches of grass. falling asleep in a hammock, legs tangled, with the smell of saltwater still clinging to your skin, and waking up to sunburned shoulders and his lazy grin. • or how fall coded leo valdez is. going to haunted houses together, hiding your face in his shoulder every time you get freaked, while he grins and teases you, but never lets go. sharing one scarf because he insists he’s not cold, but somehow the scarf always ends up wrapped around you both. carving pumpkins together, where he makes his a goofy, over-engineered contraption while yours is just happy and crooked. attempting to watch Saw for halloween, but halfway through, he grabs the remote, and suddenly It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! is on. apple cider kisses, warm and sweet, his lips tasting like cinnamon. drowning tea with lethal douses of nutmeg because he swears it makes everything better, and it does. walking through piles of fallen leaves, and just when you’re admiring the colors, he kicks a bunch of them at you, laughing as you chase him down the path. ending the night with bonfires, where he messes with the flames, making them flicker in shapes just to make you laugh. • and winters with luke castellan, him cupping your face in his hands, palms warm and soft, trying to chase away the chill from your cheeks, always grumbling about how cold you are, but never pulling away. sharing caramel apples, and him struggling to take a bite while making a mess, albeit with a small grin. snowball fights that start with playful teasing and end with him catching you in his arms, both of you laughing and brushing off snow. walking through the frosty streets, his arm around your shoulders, making sure you’re never too cold. stopping by a food cart for hot chocolate, where he burns his tongue but pretends he's fine, playing it off with a casual shrug while you laugh. driving through the city, holiday music low in the background, his eyes flickering between the lights and your smile; and his peppermint scent clinging to your sweater, lingering long after he’s gone. • while jason grace is undeniably a spring bf. feeding each other freshly picked strawberries, sweet and sun-warmed, his smile soft as he knows just how to choose the best ones. stopping by the convenience store for a snack run, where he knows your favorites by heart, grabbing them without a second thought. stopping by a local café for iced coffee, his fingers brushing yours as he hands you your drink.

playful water fights by the fountain, where he always ends up drenched, his hair sticking to his forehead, but he’s still grinning, water dripping everywhere as you both laugh at the chaos. visiting farmers' markets together, where he picks out the freshest fruits and insists on trying every sample with you. sharing ice cream cones that melt faster than you can eat them, him sneaking bites from yours with a playful smirk, wiping away a stray drip with the back of his hand before it hits the ground.

©valsverse— do not steal, edit, or repost my works. plagiarism is prohibited.

[spade-12]

Race for the Cookie Cup Fanart!

HI!!!

Back again participating in another event, but this time it’s just fanart for the event!

This cute and amazing fan event is made by @theolivetree123 !

It had Deuce Spade in it…. So I just had to make fanart of him. He had such a beautiful and sweet design (the others had amazing designs as well!) that I just had to.

I’m sorry if the others aren’t drawn well, I don’t draw them often (｡•́︿•̀｡). I also just gave up on Ace because he wasn’t cooperating with me when drawing him (maybe I’ll make a piece for him, who knows!)

I tried my best in making sketches for all of them, so they’re a bit messy, but it’s obvious that I might have a favorite out of all of them….

Please go check the event out by the creator if you want, it’s great!

ALSO THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO LIKED MY LAST POST, I APPRECIATE ALL OF IT!! ‧⁺( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ◡ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ )⁺‧🫶 ♠️

[bluejutdae]

Barista!Minho who catches your eye the first time you enter the cozy cat café. With a face too pretty for being just a barista, a face that belongs to be the main lead for a romantic drama. But you don’t talk to him that first time. You’re too busy admiring the atmosphere, the soft meows of the cats, and the aroma of coffee that fills the air.

Barista!Minho draws a small cat on your coffee cup. It’s simple but cute, and it makes you smile. You glance over at him, but he’s already turned away, focused on the next order. The next time you visit, there’s another doodle on your cup sleeve. This time, it’s a little cartoon cat with a speech bubble that says, “Meow!” You start to wonder if Minho does it to everyone or it’s just you. His quiet, almost stoic demeanor doesn’t quite match up with the playful art, but you catch him glancing at you as you leave, and you’re almost certain he doesn’t draw silly doodles for everyone.

Barista!Minho keeps up with the doodling with each visit. Sometimes it’s a cat, sometimes a flower, and once, a badly drawn caricature of you that makes you laugh out loud. It’s these little sketches that make your day brighter, and you begin to look forward to them, wondering what Minho will come up with next. Of course the amount of cats in the cafe are nice too. Especially the super sweet calico cat that often curls in your lap when you have time to sit down and drink your coffee.

Barista!Minho starts to quietly flirt with you, not with words, but through these drawings and the way he begins to subtly interact with you. When he gives you your drink, his fingers brush against yours, and his eyes linger on your face for a moment longer than necessary.

Barista!Minho who is the one taking your order, one day. He smiles softly as he writes it down, his eyes flickering up to meet yours with a warmth that makes your heart skip a beat. When he hands you your drink, there’s another doodle on the sleeve. This time, it’s a calico cat, curled up in a heart. You can’t help but blush, knowing that this simple drawing means he has been watching you. The resident calico cat has slowly become your favorite, and you adore her so much.

Barista!Minho that continues his gentle flirtation, it’s all very subtle, and you wonder if he’s aware of the effect he’s having on you. The more you visit, the more you fall in love. Both with the calico cat that always seems to find you, and with Minho. His quiet attention has completely made you enamored of him. It’s the small things that make your heart swell: he way he remembers your order, the way he greets you softly, the chocolate cookie that often accompany your order even if you didn’t ask for it.

Barista!Minho who slips a small note under the sleeve of your cup on a sunny Monday morning. It’s a drawing of a cat, as usual, but this time it’s holding a sign that says, “Would you like to get coffee sometime?” Minho's name is under it. Your heart races as you look up at him, finding him watching you with a hopeful smile. You smile back at him, nodding in response.

Barista!Minho that, on the second date, brings with him the papers for you to adopt the sweet calico girl you grew attached to. You walked in that cafe with an empty stomach and left with a boyfriend and a forever friend.

[theolivetree123]

Rev up your engines, it’s time to…

🏁 Race for the Cookie Cup! 🏁

(More below the cut)

🫐Event Summary🍒

You, Grim, Ace, and Deuce decide to visit a new arcade that recently opened up in the town not far from NRC. There, you meet up with Ruggie, Epel, Silver, and Idia, who have all taken interest in a specific game in the corner of the arcade. The game is called Sugar Rush! Since there's two arcade machines, Ace challenges Deuce to one round of the game, and whoever loses must pay for the other's lunch. Deuce unsurprisingly accepts, and they begin their match. Midway through their match, however, the game suddenly glitches! You and the gang all think the game is broken until a flash of light comes from the arcade machines. Next thing you know, all 8 of you are somehow inside of the racing game, Sugar Rush!

To escape this sweet nightmare, you must win the next grand prix and obtain the Cookie Cup! But, uh oh. Ace and Deuce are having a bit of a squabble. It seems like you guys are going to have to split into two separate teams!

For this grand prix, Deuce will be accompanied by Silver and Idia as...

Team Bluepuff!

And Ace will be accompanied by Ruggie and Epel as...

Team Redpop!

Which team will you choose?

🏁Rules🏁

Everyone is allowed to race! Whether it's your OCs, yuusonas, or, heck, even rope your favorite canon NRC/RSA student into this mess! Everyone is welcome to participate in the mess that Ace and Deuce started.

You can participate in this event by making custom cards, general fanart, fanfics, whatever! Just no NSFW, please. This is a PG racing game!

If you decide to make anything for this event, please tag me and use #🍪rftcc. I'd love to see what you make!

And finally, this event has no deadline, so feel free to participate whenever!

🏁Outfits and Carts🏁

Since you will be racing, make sure your outfit is fit for the job! Make sure your character has a jersey, gloves, and a sweet theme!

For your character's theme, make sure it is based off of some sort of candy or sweet treat! The character must also have a matching cart, as well (if you're drawing them with one, that is). Try to stay away from actual candy brands, though! We wouldn't want a lawsuit on our hands!

The characters listed in the summary have their own cards and outfits! I listed them below so you don't accidentally copy their theme.

SSR Deuce (Blueberry Pie)

SSR Ace (Cherry Pie)

SR Ruggie and Epel (Donuts and bubblegum)

SR/R Idia and Silver (Slushies and marshmallows)

Also! If you're making a card, you may use the blank cards below!

🏁Racers🏁

Team Bluepuff

🍋Yuya Florence by @cheerleaderman

🍪Dias Feathenfool by @beezonia

🍓Robyn Starling by @pinkskytwst

💝Reese Kingbit by @kickasscentral

🍋Flori Mohn-Prinz by @bunniehunn

Team Redpop

💍Ryuuni by @rini-rambles

🎂Narcissa Viperoné by @beezonia

🍍Saya Starling (ART) by @pinkskytwst made by @dilatory-replies

🧸Cerise Fanfare by @0kiwisalad0

🎄Humm by @xxoomiii

⚫️ Leon Lynch by @readsrandomstuff67

🏁Fanart🏁

A little comic from @mello-bee

Art of the crew by @spade-12

Ruggie doing donuts by @mirioho

Ruggie fanart by @cheshanoneko-draws

🏁Fanfics🏁

Bet on the Teleportation by @spadecentral

🏁I look forward to seeing what you create!🏁

[bunnys-kisses]

the group chat (lando's version)

lando norris

cw: smut/pwp, (consensual) filming, blow jobs, lando's infamous keycard, cum play, facials, cum eating,

bunny says: 🚬🐰

want to find a different driver? check out the list here!

the infamous driver's group chat was talked about in the fandom like it was the holy grail of the behind the scenes of formula one. some thought it was where driver's duked it out over text messages. others thought it was steamy gossip. but in reality it was a typical group chat.

that was until one evening after free practice, when the chat received a new message from lando. a lengthy video file shot in high definition, titled "come_and_get_it.mp4"

the chat was quick to peek at what lando had sent.

the first few seconds was you on your knees naked, looking up at the camera. you blinked a few times before you asked, "why are we doing this?"

"because." lando said, "it's for the boys."

you made a face at the camera and half-heartedly said, "i hope you enjoy this then."

"hey, don't make it seem like you won't have fun!" he said, "i know how much you like giving me head." he reached down and cupped your face as he leaned in to kiss you in front of the camera.

he kept the phone focused on you as he showed you the keycard and you said to him, "seriously. this is stupid." you looked up at him. your eyes gleamed in the soft lighting of the hotel room.

you knew the boys were sadistic little fucks who got off to watching other driver's fuck their partners, but to wear lando's infamous keycard while he fucked your throat was something else.

lando dangled his lanyard in front of the camera and your face. the plastic of the keycard almost hit you in the nose, "i need to find a way to keep it from getting stolen again."

"i think you mean lost." you corrected. you made a face when he put it around your neck. not a single stitch of clothing on you except for the lanyard and keycard.

lando grabbed you by the face and pulled you in fro a hot kiss in front of the group chat, "i know the boys would love to watch me punish the hell out of you, but we don't have much time. gotta get to the track."

"you're giving the boys an early morning wake-up." you said as you reached out for the front of lando's sweatpants. you looked up to him and the camera with a darling smile.

the driver's were surprised that lando managed to pull someone like you. you were just so nice. when it was a home race in silverstone, you happily baked for all of mclaren, from the mechanics through to upper management. you painstakingly made shortbread cookies that you iced to look like the union jack.

now lando had you between his legs with a camera on your face and his other hand grazing your soft lips, "you look so good like this. maybe next time we should live stream it so i can see what the others are truly thinking." he chuckled.

you whined, there was a slight rush to it all. you rubbed your thighs together, the camera got a perfect view of your body and you got lando's cock out of his pants. you leaned in and gave the tip and small kiss which made the driver shudder.

lando remarked, "bet the others are creaming their pants right now." he rested against the bed for a little stability as he got ready for you to go down on him.

you placed your mouth on his cock like you had dozens of times. you braced your hands on his thighs and teased it against your lips. the shudder from lando excited you. you prayed that this didn't get leaked from the group chat.

"that's a good girl." he groaned as he gulped in a heavy breath. one hair was on his phone, filming you, and the other was in your hair as he pulled at it a little, "you're so pretty like this."

you whimpered his name but it was mumbled by his cock in your mouth. you shifted on your knees and looked up at him. the limited light in the hotel room made you feel a little ethereal as you pleasured him orally.

"i love how you feel around me." he said with a laugh, "pretty girl. you always look so nice on the track. but i know what you do after. whole separate wardrobe just for my eyes."

your cheeks felt hot but you couldn't look away from lando's oppressive gaze. his words curled in your gut as you felt his cock nudge against the back of his throat. you let out a whimper from the back of your throat as you tried to get a little further.

your eyes closed as you got into the rhythm. the video showed you in a debouched state, the pretty, almost innocent girl that lando was dating was on her knees sucking his decently sized cock. you clutched onto his thighs for support and kept steady.

"holy shit."

you whimpered and quickened your pace. you could see how hot he was getting. you worked your tongue across the bottom of his cock and lando was moaning.

he was moaning louder than the wet sounds of his cock in your mouth. his hands tightened in your hair as he rocked against your throat. his hissed through his teeth as he felt his pulse quicken.

you looked up at him one more time and felt a flutter in your chest. the expression on his face was a sign you were doing a good job.

"fuck, yeah, baby girl." he groaned as he felt so close to climax. this was going to be a sight for the boys!

he pulled out and jerked his cock a few times before cum spurted out all over your face and hair. you whined as you squeezed your eyes shut to ensure you didn't get it in your eyes.

you were both panting heavily, and lando was about to stop the video when he saw you wipe the cum off your face and eat it.

"holy shit." he said as he got closer to your face, the pearly white of his cum gleamed on your face as you wiped it off, leaving streaks behind that you'd have to properly wash, the camera was in your personal space as he asked, "how was that?"

you slowly opened your eyes at him and said, "best i've ever had." then lando ended the video there to do god knows what to do you (fuck you till you were bouncing on the bed), and sent the video file to the chat while you were riding him.

after he was finished with you, with you now curled up in the soft hotel bed. he snapped a picture of your nude back and one of the key card in the bed beside you, with the caption "won't lose it this time!"

[themultifanshipper]

Hiiiii ❤️ Could you please write something driverxreader (I’m partial to Carlos but it can be any other you thinks fits the prompt):

Reader wants to surprise him and set a really sexy mood but when he comes home he’s not in the mood (bad race/shitty offers or whatever). So the kick is that he tries to pretend he is into it because all his exes have sort of pushed the “driver’s stamina is endless and men are always on the mood” stereotype and he feels pressured to perform. Reader notices and ends in some sort of fluffy conversation about enthusiastic consent needed from both parts.

IDK if that makes sense but if it does I’m sure you’ll do something amazing with it.

Luv ya! Bye ✌🏽

The race had not gone well for Carlos. A DNF was always hard to take, and you were determined to make him feel better, by any means necessary.

Warnings: Issues around consent, discussing consent, bit angsty, then fluffy, then goes completely unhinged, I'm talking breeding kink, I'm talking getting pinned down and RAILED and BRED (this fic is a roller coaster ngl), mention of pregnancy, cream pie, cum, spit, my disgusting kinks are exposed here (but the smut is at the end so you can stop after the fluffy bit)

You'd set up the apartment perfectly, scented candles, flowers, the works. You'd even made his favourite cookies, having got the recipe from his mother the week before.

So when he walked in all sulky you took the liberty of removing his coat and wrapping your arms around him, kissing him sweetly to welcome him home.

He hummed contentedly as the smell of the cookies invaded his senses and he gasped.

“You didn't! My favourite?” his eyes shone with affection as you nodded.

He took as step towards the kitchen, to follow the alluring smell, but you stopped him with an arm around his waist.

“There will be plenty of time for cookies after” you purred.

“After what?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“Come with me” you said mysteriously as you led him though the corridor into the bedroom.

This was the thing with Carlos, he was insatiable (he was a rich hot competitive man, after all) and you’d come to find that you could fix anything with sex.

Bad race? Sex. Problems with the team? Sex. Bad football results? Sex. Bad weather? Sex.

He was always up for it, you were always up for it, so you dragged him to the bedroom, where you'd set up a few candles to set the mood, and sat him down on the edge of the bed.

You climbed onto his lap, his hands naturally coming to wrap around you as you kissed him deeply.

He sighed into the kiss and you took the opportunity to wrap your fingers into his hair and pull, earning a grunt from him.

“I'm sorry about your race baby” you said sensually, pushing him down to lay on the bed. “Let me make you feel better”

You leant down and kissed along his neck, where you knew he was sensitive, and you gently ground your hips down, making him gasp and let out a low moan.

He lifted himself up enough for you to take his shirt off, as your mouth went lower. His nipples were one of his most sensitive spots, the lightest of touches usually getting him desperate and needy, but all your tongue managed to elicit was a light hiss.

His hand came up to cup the back of your head to keep you there though, so you took that as a good sign.

“Does that feel good, baby?” you asked, and he nodded, eyes closed.

“Want me to go lower?” He licked his lips before answering the most noncommital ‘yes' you'd ever heard.

He was probably a bit too in his head, so your hand went to slip inside his pants.

And that's when you realised… he wasn't even half hard.

Carlos would normally be dripping and begging by now.

“Baby?” his eyes were still screwed shut, and there was a slight wobble in his lower lip as he answered.

“You can keep going…” his voice was so low you barely heard him.

“Carlos look at me” it was an order, your voice taking on the serious tone that Carlos knew meant business.

He looked down at you with unshed tears in his eyes. “I'm sorry”

The tremor in his voice broke your heart and you immediately stood up and pulled him upright in a sitting position, with you standing between his legs.

“Don't you dare apologise! What's wrong, baby?” you held his face in your hands as he bit his lip, obviously uncomfortable about something. “Did I do something wrong Carlos?”

He shook his head.

“Then tell me, what is it? I need you to tell me what's wrong”

He sighed.

“I just don't want to disappoint you. You made all this effort for me…”

You shushed him by kissing him quickly.

“Baby you can't disappoint me. Why would you think that?”

He sniffled. “Because I am not in the mood but I am supposed to be able to provide your pleasure, no? I’m sorry for ruining your plan”

“Baby there's nothing wrong with not being in the mood. I just assumed you would be because it's what we always do after a bad race, I shouldn't have assumed”

“It's not your fault, my ex always used to say that men are always horny and usually that is true but today I just feel like a failure, and now I've failed you as well by not being what you wanted…”

“Carlos you haven't failed me, I love you! Sex isn't important enough to ruin that. If anything it's my fault, I pushed you even though you didn't want to. I'm sorry.”

“No, no! It's my fault. I didn't say no, you couldn't have known!”

You cringed at his words. That's not how consent works.

"I hate everything about that sentence. You shouldn't have to say no. I should have read the signs better, baby…”

“But if I had said no we wou-”

“Carlos!” he stopped and looked at you. “We can argue all day about who's fault it is. The point is I never want you to feel pressured into anything, and let's agree that we always need enthusiastic consent going forward, okay?”

He nodded and pulled you in for a hug, burying his head in the crook of your neck. “Thank you”

“I love you Carlos”

You two stayed like that, cradling each other for what felt like hours, your hand running up and down his back soothingly.

When his heartbeat felt normal again, he mumbled into your skin.

“Can we have cookies, now?”

You giggled, looking down at him as he smiled up at you.

“Of course we can, baby”

You pecked him on the lips before taking his hand in yours and leading him to the kitchen, where his favourite snack lay waiting in the tray.

By the time you'd finished the cookies (and a cheeky glass of wine) it was getting late, so you decided to call it a night.

What you hadn't realised, is that your attentiveness to his needs and you baking his mothers recipe made him earth-shatteringly horny.

So as he crawled into bed behind you, you felt him against your ass and you smirked.

“Do you want to fuck me now, baby?”

He growled into your hair as his hips rolled into yours without him even realising.

“More than anything I have ever wanted in my life”

You giggled and he rolled you onto your front, looming over you like a predator as he pinned you down with his thighs either side of yours.

“And you? Do you want me to fuck you?”

You nodded.

“I need your words, hermosa, like we said” his lips came down to your neck and trailed kisses up to your ear.

“Yes Carlos, please.” You gasped as he shifted his hips to grind into you harder, the friction driving you insane and the feeling of being unable to move as he had his way with you turning you on more than you would admit out loud.

“You can do better than that, mi amor, beg for me…” he whispered, his hands going to grab a pillow to prop your hips up a bit. “tell me how much you want me”

“Carlos, please. I need you to fuck me, I need your cock inside me, please!”

He growled, and ripped your underwear off in one go, hands immediately going down to spread your cheeks, exposing how wet you had gotten so embarrasingly quickly.

He trailed a line of spit down to where you needed him most, the feeling making you shiver, and he wasted no time dipping two fingers in down to the knuckle.

The stretch was incredible, and the angle meant he didn't need to search long to find the spot that made your eyes roll back in pleasure.

You vaguely registered the sound of the bedside drawer opening and closing “We don't have any condoms left, hermosa”

You were about to cry, the pleasure so good you didn't want to stop now. But Carlos suddenly had an idea.

He leaned over you plastering his body over yours, and slid his cock between your thighs, his tip knocking against your clit every time he thrusted forwards. It wasn't perfect but it was certainly hot as fuck as you felt like horny teenagers again, rutting against each other mindlessly.

His cock kept catching against your entrance, threatening to slip in at any moment, as you trembled beneath him.

“Carlos please, just fuck me!” you gasped as his pace increased with his desperation.

“Even without a condom?” he asked, pace faltering slightly at the idea of taking you bare.

“Want you to fill me up, Carlos. Make me yours”

His resolve… well it didn't even make an appearance, as he leaned back and positioned his tip at your entrance, dipping it in teasingly.

“tell me again” he growled.

“Come inside me, please. Fill me up, I want to be full of you”

He wasted no time slamming into you, the thought of your walls, tight and wet around his cock much too enticing to wait any longer.

He stayed there, throbbing inside you at the feeling of finally getting to have you like this for the first time in your relationship.

It was almost overwhelming when he hooked an arm under your hips and started grinding his cock into you, hitting all your sweet spots as you moaned wantonly.

“You want me to fill you up? Come so deep inside you, fuck-” he hips involuntarily slammed into yours.

You moaned “Yes Carlos! I want you to fill me up until I can't take it anymore-”

His hips slammed into you again with more force, chest coming to lay against your back to pin you down with his weight as he pounded into you.

“Look at you, so submissive for me. Want me to breed you? I bet it would only take one try”

His hips moved at an inhuman pace as your hands reached out for something, anything to hold on to.

The idea of the man you loved getting you pregnant made you a bit feral, and you felt yourself nearing the edge the more he spoke.

“Going to fill you up so much my cum will be dripping out of you, hermosa. Do you want me to make you a mother? Keep you full of me all the time?”

“Yes! Yes Carlos! I'm gonna come. I'm- shit!”

“Come for me baby, milk my cock, that's my good girl…”

You saw white when you came, squeezing around Carlos as your body went completely pliant under him.

The feeling of you pulsing around his cock was enough for Carlos to come inside you with a shout, filling you up like he promised.

Your legs felt like jelly, and Carlos didn't feel like pulling out at all, so you stayed like that, riding out the aftershocks of your orgasms.

“I was serious by the way…” you started.

Carlos hummed questionningly.

“About… you know. Trying…”

You felt Carlos' body tense above yours.

“You want to… try?”

“Mhmm” you nodded shyly.

“Fuck” He sat up and pulled out of you gently, turning you over and bending your legs.

He stared at the way his cum started dripping out of you, the sight so lewd he had to close his eyes to keep from going insane.

“What are you doing?” you giggled.

“Give me a minute and i'll fill you up again” he looked at you, and his eyes were so dark you gasped, a spark of arousal running through you at the sight.

“And i'll fill you up as many times as it takes”

Tears started welling up in your eyes. This was it. You and Carlos were going to be parents.

Carlos was hard again, and the fact that this made him so unhinged made you clench, and more cum dribbled out of you, making Carlos moan at the sight.

He tapped his cock on your clit a couple of times, then slid in to the hilt.

You sighed, his cock filling you so perfectly, and he started a bruising pace, laser focused on the wetness between your legs.

He was a man on a mission. And boy, did he deliver.

[theodorenmyth]

Hii can I request Theo, Enzo and Mattheo with a male reader. Like they know reader is gay but him (reader) is denying it so they keep teasing him, like Theo making reader touch his biceps, Enzo touching reader face, Mattheo going in just a towel in their room, and more things like that

Teasing game

Pairings ; Theodore Nott x M!reader x Lorenzo Berkshire x Mattheo Riddle

Summary ; Despite your adamant denial of your feelings, Theo, Enzo, and Mattheo are relentless in their teasing. Theo makes you touch his biceps, Enzo finds every excuse to touch your face, and Mattheo parades around half-naked. Stubbornly resisting, you continue to give them the middle finger and roll your eyes—until Mattheo's bold kiss changes everything, leaving you questioning your resolve and finally ready to admit the truth.

A/N : literally love this request so much 😻😻😻 enjoy!!

Warnings); none

Word Count ; 1k+

You’d think they’d give it a rest by now. You’ve been nothing but clear with Theo, Enzo, and Mattheo about where you stand. But they just won’t let it go. The three of them have been relentless in their teasing, each with their own methods, trying to break down your stubborn denial.

You’re in the common room, attempting to read a book while eating a chocolate chip cookie, when Theo plops down beside you. Without preamble, he pulls up his sleeve and flexes, showcasing his impressive biceps. “Hey, feel this,” he commands, pushing his arm in your direction.

You glance at him from the corner of your eye, deadpan. “No thanks, Theo.”

“Oh, come on,” he insists, grabbing your hand and placing it on his arm. His bicep tenses under your fingers. “Impressive, right?”

You roll your eyes, yanking your hand away. “Wow, amazing. Can you leave me alone now?”

Theo laughs, clearly not deterred. “You know you like it.”

You give him the middle finger without even looking up from your book. “Go away, Theo."

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

A days later, Lorenzo saunters in the common room, spotting you immediately. He sits on the arm of your chair, leaning down to your level. “Hey, gorgeous,” he purrs, his hand cupping your cheek. His thumb strokes your skin, and you resist the urge to flinch. “How’s my favorite guy?”

“Busy,” you mutter, trying to concentrate on your book. “So, if you could…”

Lorenzo’s fingers trace your jawline, his touch light and teasing. “You’ve got such a handsome face,” he murmurs. “It’s a shame you hide it behind that book.”

You snap the book shut, glaring up at him. “Enzo, do you mind?”

He grins, clearly enjoying your irritation. “Not at all. In fact, I think I’ll stay right here.”

You groan, pushing his hand away and burying your face in your book again. “Why do I even bother?”

As if on cue, Mattheo strolls in, a towel slung low on his hips, droplets of water still clinging to his skin. He stops in the doorway, smirking when he sees you. “Oh, hey. Didn’t know you were here.”

You look up, and your breath catches in your throat. Mattheo’s broad chest, his abs, the tantalizing trail of hair leading below the towel—all of it is on full display. “Do you fuckin' mind?” you sputter, your cheeks heating up.

He grins, sauntering closer. “What? A guy can’t walk around in a towel in his own room?”

You scowl, trying to ignore the way your heart is racing. “Put some clothes on.”

“Why?” he asks, stopping right in front of you. “Does this make you uncomfortable?”

You refuse to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, flipping him off. “You’re insufferable.”

“Am I?” he asks, leaning in closer. The proximity is unbearable, his breath warm against your face. “Or are you just denying how you really feel?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Get out of my face, Riddle.”

Mattheo chuckles, finally stepping back. “Whatever you say.”

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

The days continue like this, each of them finding new ways to tease you, to get under your skin. Theo keeps flaunting his muscles, Enzo finds every excuse to touch you, and Mattheo parades around half-naked more often than not. Each time, you respond with glares, middle fingers, and rolled eyes. You refuse to give them the satisfaction of seeing you crack.

But one day, it all changes.

You’re sitting in your room, enjoying a moment of peace with a book in one hand and a slice of mango on a fork in the other, when the door bursts open. It’s Theo, of course, with Enzo and Mattheo right behind him.

“For the love of— what the actual fuck do you lots want?” you demand, exasperated.

They don’t answer immediately. Instead, they close in on you, a determined look in their eyes. Theo is the first to speak. “We’re tired of this game, you know.”

“What game?” you snap, even though you know exactly what he means.

“This,” Enzo says, gesturing between you and the three of them. “You pretending you’re not into us. We know you are.”

You scoff, taking a bite of the mango, munching on it before swallowing. “You guys are delusional.”

“Are we?” Mattheo steps closer, his gaze intense. “Or are you just scared to admit it?”

You open your mouth to retort, but before you can say anything, Theo grabs your hand again, pressing it to his chest. “Feel that?” he asks softly. “That’s for you.”

You yank your hand away, your heart pounding. “Piss off.”

Enzo leans in, his face inches from yours. “Just admit it,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your lips. “You want us.”

Your breath hitches, and you shake your head, refusing to give in. “No, I don’t.”

Mattheo is the last to move. He steps right up to you, his hand cupping your face, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Stop lying to yourself,” he whispers before his lips capture yours in a fierce, demanding kiss.

For a moment, you’re too stunned to react. Your mind goes blank, and all you can feel is the heat of Mattheo’s lips, the softness of his touch. His tongue slips into your mouth, tasting the lingering sweetness of the mango. He deepens the kiss, and you can’t help but respond, a soft moan escaping before you can stop it.

Then, reality crashes back in, and you pull away, your eyes wide.

“What the—” you stammer, your brain struggling to process what just happened.

Theo and Enzo are watching you, their expressions a mix of amusement and satisfaction. Mattheo is still close, his hand lingering on your cheek. “See?” he says softly. “Not so bad, is it?”

You sit there, stunned into silence, before the anger surges up. Grabbing a pillow, you hurl it at Mattheo’s head. “You asshole!” you shout, your face burning.

He dodges it easily, laughing. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You glare at them, but there’s no real heat behind it. Deep down, you know they’re right. And maybe, just maybe, you’re finally ready to admit it.

Breaking the silence, Theo suddenly says, "I wanna taste Y/N's lips too." After a few seconds of silence, he felt a pillow hit his face harshly.

[knottedhearts]

Baking with Billie: B.E

The kitchen was a delightful mess. Flour dusted the countertops, and the sweet aroma of vanilla filled the air as you and Billie worked side by side, both laughing at the organized chaos you’d created. She had flour on her cheek, just a tiny smudge, and you couldn’t resist a soft chuckle as you watched her squint at the recipe.

“Are you sure this says a cup of sugar? I feel like we’ve already put in half the bag,” Billie questioned, looking at you with mock suspicion.

You grinned, shaking your head. “You know, that’s the beauty of baking—it’s part art, part science. I say we go with our instincts.”

“Instincts, huh?” she replied, narrowing her eyes. “Alright, chef, I’ll trust you… but if we end up with rock-hard cookies, I’m blaming you.”

She shot you a teasing look, but before you could respond, she dipped her fingers into the bowl of flour and flicked some at you. A small puff of white dust landed on your shirt and cheek, catching you completely off guard.

“Oh, it’s like that?” you laughed, grabbing a pinch of flour yourself and dusting her shoulder in return. She gasped, putting on an exaggerated look of shock, and soon the two of you were in a full-on flour fight, both laughing uncontrollably.

Finally, after you both called a truce, Billie leaned back against the counter, cheeks flushed from laughter, eyes bright. “You’re a terrible influence, you know that?”

“Me?” you said, pretending to be offended. “You started it!”

She rolled her eyes playfully and handed you a spoon, already loaded with the cookie dough. “Fine, truce. Here, taste test it and tell me it was worth it.”

You took a bite, savoring the sweetness, and nodded. “Perfect. Just like you planned it,” you teased.

Billie smiled, a hint of a blush rising in her cheeks. “Yeah, well… maybe I had a little help.”

You and Billie burst into laughter.

The laughter faded entirely, and for a moment, it was just you and Billie standing there, the kitchen mess forgotten. You looked at her, and her eyes held a softness, a silent invitation that made your heart race. Slowly, you leaned down, brushing your lips against hers, testing the waters. Her lips were soft, warm, and she responded with a gentle pressure that sent a spark through you.

Billie’s hand slid up around your neck, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulled you closer. Your arms wrapped around her waist instinctively, drawing her in until there was no space left between you. The kiss deepened, slow but with an intensity that made your heart pound faster with every second. Her breath was warm against your skin, and you could feel the way she melted into you, as if she’d been waiting for this as much as you had.

Her hands moved from your neck to your shoulders, fingers tracing gentle lines that left a trail of warmth. You pressed her closer, savoring the taste of her, the way her lips fit perfectly with yours, the way her fingers felt tangled in your hair. Every movement was unhurried, yet full of a quiet urgency, like you were both trying to make up for every second you’d waited for this moment.

Your lips parted, just slightly, and she followed, deepening the kiss even more. Time felt suspended; all you could feel was her, all you could hear was the sound of her breathing mixing with yours. Her hands slipped down to your chest, resting there as if to feel the beat of your heart, grounding you both in this intimate moment that felt as fragile as it was powerful.

Eventually, the two of you broke apart, just enough to look at each other, faces close, breaths mingling. She smiled softly, her eyes still holding that spark, and you couldn’t help but smile back, feeling closer to her than ever. The mess around you was forgotten, and in that quiet, shared gaze, it felt like there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

[13uswntimagines]

Cookies For Luck (Alessia x Leah X Child!R)

Request: If you want to continue the Alessia x Leah x kid reader you should do kid readers reaction to Leah’s first game back.

Summary: It's Leah's first game back, and your Uncle Luca taught you that cookies are the best good luck charm. In the Big emotions universe.

Warnings: none. cute Kid fic.

“Weah play?” You asked, your feet swinging back and forth. 

You didn’t get to sit on the bench with the team often, and you still weren’t sure how you felt about it. Your feet couldn’t touch the floor, and no one was holding you. But you did get to sit by all of your aunts. 

At least it was better than at England games when you had to sit in the friends and family section with your grandmama or Leah’s Mum or Peyton, the woman who had been your babysitter since Alessia moved back to England. 

You were close enough to the field to see your aunts take on Reading, and Leah had worn her jersey for the game. You weren’t sure how you felt about that either. 

The last time you saw Leah in her jersey, she had to go to the big scary building that smelt bad. There had been a lot of wires and beeping, and it made your mama cry. 

You didn’t like it when your mama cried. 

Alessia hummed, adjusting the Arsenal beanie you were wearing so it covered your ears. “She will after halftime,”

“Halftime cookies for luck?”

Your mama’s eyebrows furrowed, and she shared a look with Leah over your head, silently asking if this was something the defender had started with you. 

Leah shrugged. It wasn’t her doing, she had never heard of halftime cookies either. 

“Cookies for luck?”

You nodded emphatically. “Uncle Luca said. Worked during the cup. No have cookies, no win,” 

Alessia rolled her eyes. 

Of course, it was Luca who started it. The two of you were thick as thieves from the time you were born, he had even moved into her flat for a bit to help her with you because of how early you had come and how sick you were.

You had him wrapped around your finger from the first moment he held you. He was always sneaking you sweets, loud toys, or anything to annoy her. It made sense that you hadn’t had cookies at halftime during the Spain game because her Mum had watched you instead, and she was always more respectful of Alessia’s rules. 

“Hard to argue with that logic,” Leah said, her lips tilting up. 

“Yeah Mama,” You agreed, high-fiving Leah. Alessia rolled her eyes half-heartedly. “You can have 1 cookie at halftime,”

You looked up at your mama, a smirk that was annoyingly similar to Leah’s on your features. “Fudge striped ones so we run fast,” 

It was another belief of Luca’s doing that the fudge-stripped cookies made you run faster. A belief that the entire English national team had reinforced with many foot races. 

Your mama rolled her eyes again. “I’m sure we can get the fudge-striped ones,” 

“Yes!” You cheered, pumping your fists. “Weah run super fast! Score goal,”

It was slightly unfair how often you and Leah ganged up on her, but your adorable celebrations when she agreed to whatever thing the two of you had come up with were too cute to pass up. 

Beth snorted from Alessia’s other side. “Leah doesn’t score tiny, she stops the goals,”

You frowned, looking around your mama at her. “Not tiny,”

“Of course, you’re not,” Beth smiled indulgently at you. “Can Viv and I join you for your cookies?” 

You brought your stuffed turtle up to your face, like you were having a silent conversation, before looking back towards Beth. “That ok,” 

You didn’t wait for her to respond before you turned back to the game, your eyes zeroing in on Katie. 

She was your favorite Arsenal player after all. 

“Katie have cookie too,” You mumbled, glancing up at your mama. 

She hummed, again fixing your beanie. “I’m sure Katie will be very happy to share a cookie with you too,” 

You wiped your hand across your forehead, pushing the edge of the beanie up higher so it didn’t touch your eyebrows. You didn’t understand why you couldn’t be like Squirt. He didn’t need a hat. 

“No share my cookie,” You muttered, glancing back up at Alessia, as Steph cleaned up an attempt by the women in blue. “Eat own,”

“Yes, you can have your own,” Leah sighed from behind you. 

Sharing was still something they were working on with you, and generally, you shared pretty well. The only thing you didn’t like to share was food. 

You nodded, turning back to the field just as Katie sent a ball into Stinia’s path, your eyes lighting up. 

“Goal!” You cheered as she slotted the ball past the keeper, bouncing in your seat. “Stinia get cookie too,”

Alessia hummed, pulling you into her lap so you didn’t fall off of the bench. “I think we’ll all have some good luck cookies,”

*****

You were positively bouncing by halftime, even escaping your mama’s hold after the whistle blew and running straight for Katie. She caught you with ease, tossing you in the air before settling you on her hip. 

She carried you to the tunnel while you babbled almost incoherently about the fudge cookies you were going to eat, over-excited about the treat you got to have before dinner. 

You wiggled out of her grasp as soon as you were safely inside the changing room, helping the equipment staff pass out the cookies while Jonas waited patiently to begin his halftime talk. He took his own cookie with a smile before you settled yourself in your mama’s lap, nibbling on the treat to make it last while he talked. 

To be honest, his speech was pretty boring. 

It mostly consisted of him showing them a whiteboard with X’s and O’s and using big words that you didn’t really understand, but you knew you had to be quiet through it. 

The cuddles made it acceptable though. You leaned your head against your Mama’s chest and she wrapped her arm tightly around you. Your free hand was tangled with Leah’s as she ran little circles on the back of it. 

You liked it when you got to sit with both of them. It made you feel safe, though not as safe as when you were tucked into their big bed between them. 

You noticed that her knee shook, bouncing her arm and jiggling your hand. 

You frowned. 

Her knees only bounced when you were on them. Or that one time you were with her after recovery and she showed you a very pretty sparking stone on a ring in a red velvet box that you weren’t supposed to tell your mama about. 

You were pretty sure she didn’t have it with her now. She told you it was special, and you didn’t think the locker room was cool enough for her to give it to your mama now. 

“And of course, we’ll be welcoming Leah back onto the pitch,” Jonas smiled, and the changing room erupted into applause. “She’ll come on in the 80th minute for Steph. Other than that, let’s keep playing our best,” 

More cheers broke out from the team as he finished his talk, and you frowned. Was Leah bouncing because she was scared to play? 

You wanted to ask her, but Mama always said asking people if they were afraid usually just made their chest hurt more. You didn’t want to make it worse. 

But maybe another cookie would make it better. 

You shoved the last bit of your cookie into your mouth and wiggled out of Alessia’s grasp. You stumbled when your feet hit the floor grabbing the nearest person to steady. 

It happened to be Katie. 

“Easy bug,” She said, squatting down to talk to you, and fixing your special Arsenal jersey that said Assistant Coach in big letters.“Ya ready to watch Lee play?”

You shrugged, wiping your hands over the 6 on your red sweatpants, searching for the yellow pack of cookies with the elves on it. “Beth say Leah no score,”

“Did she?” Katie frowned at your distraction. They all knew how obsessed you were with scoring goals. 

You nodded vehemently. “It’s the best when Mama or Leah score. Why no score?”

“Your Leah is a defender so she stops goals,” Katie tried to explain, turning her head to see what you were looking for. “Ya alright?”

You hummed, dragging your arm across your face to get rid of the crumbs on your lips. “Gotta get nother cookie for Weah. Her knee bounce,” 

Katie smiled, ruffling your beanie. “I think they’re all gone, the Elves took em back,” 

Your nose scrunched. “They always steal them,” 

It was unfair that they always took them back to Keebler before you could steal more than the ones your mama gave you. 

“They do,” Katie chuckled, pushing herself to stand. “But I bet you and your mama and your Leah will get a nice treat after the game,” 

You turned back to your mama to see her already standing up, your puffy jacket in her hands. You wilted a little bit but stepped up to allow her to wrap it around you before you turned to Leah. She pushed herself to her feet, shifting awkwardly as your mama kneed in front of you. 

You had never seen your Leah look so… nervous. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Alessia said, catching your chin with one hand and holding up a white cloth with the other. 

You pulled away from the washcloth your mama was using to wipe your mouth, grabbing at Leah’s hand. 

Mama always held you when you were anxious, and she said squeezes were the best remedy when your heart couldn’t stop pounding in your chest. Maybe it would be as good as the fudge cookies. 

“I walk with Weah,” You said, squeezing Leah’s hand in three slow pulses.

Alessia was already nodding. “You can walk out with Leah, just let me get the chocolate off of your face,”

You huffed but tilted your face up to allow her to clean the remaining crumbs from your lips. Your eyes squeezed shut as the cool cloth moved in quick, practiced motions across your mouth, and you squeezed Leah’s hand a little tighter. 

She squeezed back, holding onto you tightly until Alessia was done. 

“All done,” Alessia hummed, fixing your beanie. “Ready?” 

You looked up at Leah, she was biting her lip, so you frowned back up at your Mama. “Leah need nother cookie to make her feel better, but the elves stole em,”

They shared a look over your head. 

“Let me see if I can get one,” Your mama said, and you turned back to Leah. 

She let out a long breath before kneeling so she could face you. 

“Can we have a chat for a second bug?” She asked, but you knew it wasn’t a question. 

You didn’t like it when you had to have a chat with your mama or Leah. It usually meant that you would have to go to bed without a story, or your warm milk. Or worse, that you would have to sit in time out after the game instead of running around with the team. 

You looked down, scuffing your shoe on the locker room floor. “Yeah,” 

“Hey, why the long face?” She nudged your chin so you looked up, a slight smile on her lips. “Is talking to me so bad?”

“We only chat when I can’t have sweets,” You muttered. 

Leah chuckled, shaking her head. “No, we chat all the time. In the car, on the sidelines. It’s not a bad thing. 

“Oh,” your eyebrows furrowed, and the little crinkle appeared between them. 

“I want to chat because it seems you’re a bit worried that I’m nervous,” She said softly, finding the cooler of your jacket. 

Her and Alessia always thought it was important to explain emotions when they were happening. You were still learning to recognize and express them. 

You shrugged. “You moving lots, like when you showed me the -…” 

Her hand covered your mouth, cutting you off before you could blurt out the secret you had been keeping for her, and her head whipped around the practically empty changing room to make sure no one overheard it. 

“It’s a bit like that, but different,” She explained, carefully pulling her hand away. “I’m very excited to play again, but I don’t want to let everyone down,” 

Your nose scrunched. 

It was impossible for your Leah to let you down. She was fantastic, even if she didn’t score as much as Mama. 

You would love her if she scored no goals at all. 

“Never let me and Mama down,” You said, sounding far older than 3. “You’re the bestest and if anyone doesn’t think so they’re butt heads,” 

Leah hummed her lips turning up. “You’re very sweet, you know,” 

You shrugged again. “I get it from Mama,” 

“You do,” She agreed, pulling you into her arms and standing. She knew they had Katie or Caitlin to thank for that line. 

You played with the collar of her pinny. “Score goal for me and Mama?”  

“I’ll try,” She said, pushing the changing room door open, and you burrowed closer to her at the blast of cold air. “Will you cheer for me?”

“Always,” You promised, tucking your nose into her neck as she entered the stadium and holding onto her more tightly. 

You would cheer for your Leah and Mama even when the stadium didn’t. 

*****

You were positively buzzing as stoppage time came to a close, toeing the line of the coaches box a little too closely for Alessia’s liking, but she let you. 

She was excited too (though not quite to your level) not only about Leah’s return but that she had assisted in a goal. She knew how important it was to Leah that she put out a good showing, and how hard she had worked to get back to the pitch. 

You caught Alessia's hand as the game whistle blew, so you didn’t lose her in the crowd, and you rushed out onto the field toward where you last saw your mu-. Your Leah. 

“Easy love, she’s not running away,” Your mama said as you dragged her closer to the center of the pitch. 

You huffed, pulling harder at her hand. “Wanna hug,” 

“I know you do,” She agreed, glancing around the field so you weren’t just wandering in the wrong direction.  “Leah is over that way,” 

“I no see,” You wined, whipping around in circles trying to see your favorite defender. 

It reminded Alessia a little bit of a dog chasing its tail. While it was adorable, she didn’t want you to hurt yourself or get frustrated. 

“Come here,” She said gently, holding her other arm out to you, and lifting you when you stepped closer. She shifted you on her hip and used her free hand to point to where the defender was standing near some fans on the sideline. “There,” 

Your eyes zeroed in on Leah as soon as your mama pointed her out, and you wiggled excitedly on her grasp.

Alessia held you tighter. “Let’s go give Leah a big hug for an amazing return, yeah?”

While she was sure you were safe on the field, there were a lot of people, including media and staff she didn’t know, and she didn’t want you wandering off. 

You nodded, your hand weaving through the collar of her jacket as she started to walk towards Leah. “Good assist,” 

“Very good,” Alessia hummed, pressing a kiss to the side of your head and fixing your little beanie.

You made a low noise of agreement as you got closer. “Deserves cookie,” 

“It does,” Alessia snorted.

To be fair, you thought everything deserved a cookie. 

“Weah you did it!” You cheered as soon as you were within shouting distance of your defender, wiggling enough that your mama put you down so you could crash into Leah. 

“I did bug,” she smiled widely, lifting you into a tight hug as you burrowed into her, squeezing her in a tight hug, tucking your nose into her neck. 

Her other arm embraced your mama, as she placed a kiss on Leah’s cheek. “Great job love,”

“I cheered for you,” You murmured, as Alessia again fixed your beanie so it covered your ears. 

“I know! You were so loud, it helped me very much,” Leah said, her smile never fading as she bounced you a bit. 

You matched her smile, looking proud. 

You liked that you could help your Mama and Leah when they played, even if you were too small to play yet. 

You tuned out their conversation as Katie, Viv, and Beth joined them, waving to the fans and signing a few things. You were far more interested in watching the players run their cooldown drills, running from one side of the pitch to the other. 

“Hey Leah, can I get a few words?” 

You blinked away from the drill, towards where Alex Scott was standing, a microphone in hand followed by a cameraman. You frowned, tucking back into Leah’s neck and squeezing her more tightly. 

Mama didn’t like it when the big cameras pointed at you. 

“Course,” Your Leah nodded, untangling herself from your mama. 

“Let me take her so you can chat with Alex,”

You felt hands under your armpits, trying to carefully pull you away from Leah’s neck. 

“No go,” You muttered, clinging to the defender more tightly. “We stay together,”

Leah and your mama shared a sigh. 

“Sweet one, you’ll just be behind the camera with Mama. You’ll be able to see me the whole time, ok?” Leah said, rocking you slightly. 

You always got a bit on edge when you couldn’t see one of them, except if you were in the changing room or at home. 

You pulled your face out of her neck to meet her eyes. “Cookie after?”

Leah cracked a smile and she shared another look with your Mama. 

“We can have cookies after,” Alessia said. “But I need you to come to me so Leah can give an interview, ok?”

You huffed. 

You didn’t usually mind having to switch who was holding you, as long as you got to cuddle one of them, except if one of them had been away. 

You clung to Alessia when you had to sit with Leah on the sidelines, and now that the roles were reversed, you were content to cuddle into your Leah until you were safely inside the changing room. 

“We can have a cuddle after I’m done, yeah?” Leah added, carefully peeling you from her body and passing you to Alessia. She ran her thumb over your cheek and fixed your beanie again. 

You pouted but allowed your mama to adjust you, your eyes never leaving Leah as the camera guy and Alex set up between you and Leah. 

“And cookies,” You muttered, resting your cheek on your mama's chest. 

It vibrated as she chuckled. “You’re going to turn into a cookie if you’re not careful,”  

You shrugged. “Be like Cookie Monster, but run faster,”

Alessia hummed. 

You were nearly as obsessed with the giant blue puppet as you were with soccer. 

You nestled closer to your mama as the interview started, and she gently rubbed your back. 

“It’s great to get back. The fans have been incredible,” Leah said, smiling widely at the camera, and brushing away her fringe. 

Alex matched her smile. “And you had your own little cheering section,” 

“Yeah, I do,” Leah nodded, winking at you and Alessia. “I wouldn’t have been able to do this without them and our good luck cookies,”

Alex’s eyebrows pulled tightly together. She had never heard of good luck cookies, even when she was on the team. “Good luck cookies?” 

“They make you run faster,” You supplied from behind the camera, your cheek never leaving Alessia’s chest. “It’s why she assisted Beffy,”

Alex nodded like it made perfect sense, and Leah chucked a bit. 

“I wouldn’t have been able to do it without my good luck cookies, or my girls,” 

You hummed, snuggling deeper into your mama. 

You couldn't wait for Leah to finish so you could all have cookies together, celebrating her return to the pitch. 

You sank into Alessia, her warmth surrounding you with a feeling of safety. You knew no matter what, your family would always be there for each other, cheering each other on and eating celebration cookies.

[rvmoviest]

my girlfriend is a witch

witch! reader x karina

Karina's girlfriend had ghosted her on Halloween, leaving her feeling abandoned and confused. But that unexpected silence ultimately led Karina to uncover Y/N’s biggest secret—a revelation that turned everything she thought she knew about their relationship upside down.

1358 words (may do a part 2 but i don't know)

October 31st, Halloween night—a thrilling time to be with friends, hitting up parties after a cozy evening of horror movies, hot chocolate, and pumpkin-shaped cookies. But for Karina, the day was anything but fun. It was all because her lovely girlfriend had texted her last minute: "can't hang out today, enjoy with the girls. love you, baby <3."

Of course, she loved spending time with her friends, but not when she was the only one without her partner. Seeing Yizhuo cuddled up with her girlfriend made her miss Y/N's warm embrace; watching Minjeong bake those pumpkin cookies with her partner only reminded her of how Y/N would wrap her arms around her from behind whenever they cooked together. And the hardest part? Watching Aeri get showered with kisses when all she wanted was her Y/N by her side. The entire evening, Karina couldn’t help but complain, wishing she could just be with the one person she truly wanted there with her.

Karina had hoped things would get better by nightfall—maybe a party, a few drinks, and then she’d crash at home. But instead, she felt even more irritated. First off, she hated her eyeliner; Y/N usually did it for her and always made it look perfect, way better than she could manage herself. And then there was the fact that her girlfriend hadn’t texted her all day after that one message: “Can’t hang out today, enjoy with the girls. Love you, baby <3.” What could possibly be keeping her so busy that she couldn’t even send a quick follow-up text? The more she thought about it, the more it got under her skin.

The final straw came when Karina passed by Y/N’s house on the way to the party. She noticed Y/N’s car parked in the driveway, lights on, and faint voices coming from inside. Her heart dropped. Y/N couldn’t be cheating on her… right? The thought made her stomach twist, and she couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that something was off.

“You should stop by,” Aeri suggested, swirling a cup of vodka in her hand. “I mean, she’s your girlfriend. She should let you know what’s going on.”

“Maybe she just needs some time to herself,” Yizhuo offered, then paused, remembering. “Like on her birthday, when she left the party super early and… yeah. You should go check on her.”

Being in a relationship with Y/N had always been… strange. She’d disappear unexpectedly, only to come back like nothing happened. Sometimes, she’d talk to herself or even to animals. Once, Karina had woken up in the middle of the night to find Y/N muttering something in the bathroom amid strange noises. But despite the oddities, Karina could hardly imagine her girlfriend cheating. Y/N treated her like a queen—gifts, regular date nights, help with college work, and fierce loyalty against anyone who dared give her a hard time. Yet, the thought lingered, making her question: Could she?

After a couple of beers and some persuasion from her friends, Karina finally decided to head to Y/N’s house. Y/N shared the place with five other girls—all seniors in college: Joohyun, Seulgi, Wendy, Sooyoung, and Yeri. They were all undeniably gorgeous, but Y/N had always reassured her, saying, “They’re like family; I’d never date any of them.”

Normally, Karina would believe her without a second thought. But tonight, with a few drinks swirling in her system and jealousy creeping in, she couldn’t shake the memory of how Seulgi always seemed to dote on her girlfriend, stopping by her room to offer snacks or just to hang out. What if… Y/N was cheating on her with Seulgi? The thought made Karina’s heart race as she approached the door.

Karina knocked once, then twice. She could hear the girls’ voices inside, but no one came to open the door. Luckily, she knew about the spare key hidden in the plant pot by the door. She grabbed it and quietly let herself in, the voices inside abruptly falling silent.

“Someone’s inside,” she heard one of the voices say.

Before she could think of hiding, a sharp knife flashed near her neck—a prop, she realized, held by a girl in a purple cape. The girl pulled off her hat, revealing Yeri, one of Y/N’s roommates, staring at her in shock.

“What the hell?” Yeri muttered, her eyes wide. “Y/N, why is your girlfriend here?”

“My girlfriend?” came Y/N’s voice, and then she appeared, draped in a red cape. Her face twisted in confusion as she looked at Karina. “Rina, what are you doing here?”

Karina could have tried to play it cool, but the words tumbled out before she could stop them.

“Y/N, are you cheating on me?”

"I’m… what?!"

"Guys, can we please get back to the ritual? The guy’s about to wake up," Seulgi said, appearing in a yellow cape before noticing Karina. "Oh, hey, Karina."

"Can we take a break? Like, half an hour? I need to get Rina home," Y/N said, slipping off her cape to reveal a skin-tight black dress that made Karina momentarily forget her suspicions. How was her girlfriend this gorgeous?

Y/N walked over and took Karina’s hands, guiding her toward the front door. But as they passed the living room, Karina caught a glimpse of a guy tied up and sound asleep on the coffee table. Before she could react, Y/N quickly covered her eyes and ushered her outside.

"What the hell is going on?" Karina demanded, stopping in her tracks and forcing Y/N to stop too. "First, you disappear all day, then there’s some weird cult thing happening in your house, and I saw a guy tied up in the middle of the room! Can you please explain?"

Y/N stayed silent, her gaze fixed on the moon as she bit her lip, hesitating.

“It’s… complicated,” Y/N said, letting go of Karina’s hands and brushing her hair back. She took a deep breath before meeting Karina’s eyes and finally said, “Rina, I’m a witch.”

Karina’s first reaction was to laugh—hard. She doubled over, tears spilling from her eyes, until she realized Y/N was watching her in complete silence.

“You mean, like… a Halloween witch? Right?” she asked, still chuckling.

“Rina, there was a literal guy tied up in my living room.”

“As a joke?”

“As in, he’s an asshole incel and a virgin and we’re offering his blood to Satan,” Y/N deadpanned.

“Yeah, right.” Karina rolled her eyes. “Can you please be serious now?”

Y/N sighed, then lowered her hands to her sides and whistled sharply. Karina was about to ask what she was doing when, suddenly, a broom flew across the yard and landed right in Y/N’s hand.

“I know it’s weird,” Y/N said softly. “But I love you, and I don’t want us to break up just because of who I am.”

Karina’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re… actually a witch?” she stammered, staring at the broom in her girlfriend’s hand. “Like, brooms, hats, and—God forbid—pacts with the devil?”

“Kind of.” Y/N said with a shrug, a small, nervous smile playing on her lips.

There she was, standing in front of the girl she loved, who wasn’t cheating on her but was preparing to sacrifice a guy in her living room. Y/N wasn’t betraying her with someone else; she was making pacts with the devil. And here was Karina, raised Catholic and grappling with all of this.

But despite the absurdity of it all, she realized she had never loved anyone like she loved Y/N, and she had never felt as cherished as Y/N made her feel. Maybe she could handle a little insanity for the sake of their love, right?

“Can you fly?” Karina asked, looking down at her feet, completely unaware of the enormous smile spreading across her girlfriend’s face.

“Yes, I can,” Y/N replied, whistling again. The broom started to hover beside her. “Do you want a ride home?”

And how could Karina possibly say no to that?

[repulsiveliquidation]

Cookies and Cuddles

Leah Williamson x Reader [SMUT! little bit.]

little PSA at the end! i don't know what this is it just...happened.

“She’s left me on read again, Gee.”

“Maybe she’s just busy, Leah. She’ll be okay.”

Leah nods, putting her phone away in her back pocket. She focuses back on her food, eating her lunch distractedly. It was way past your regular weekend lie-in; you hadn’t even given her a call the night before. You had been distant for days, ever since you didn’t get that England call-up you thought you were.

Being out from injury was the worst; you had recently been cleared to play full games. England call-up was your first chance at being back, but you didn’t see your name on the roster the week before. Leah’s name was there; she felt sad she couldn’t attend her first call-up since her injury with you.

Leah was distracted the whole day, missing passes and being sloppy. Sarina called her to the side, a stern look on her face.

“I’ve called you up here because I knew you were ready. I was wrong.”

“I’m sorry, Sarina, it’s just,” she sighs, rubbing her hand down her face. “Y/N has been off lately, and I’m worried about her.”

“Off how?”

“She hasn’t been responding to my texts. I haven’t heard from her the past two days; no more than 5 minutes.”

“You want to know why I didn’t put her name on the roster?”

Leah puts her guard up, ready to defend her girlfriend.

“Why?” she asks with slightly gritted teeth. Sarina replies unfazed.

“I knew she was more than football ready; her head isn’t.”

“What do you mean?” Leah growls, ears steaming as she tries to keep her cool.

“She was the best striker on the list for me to pick. But I had a suspicion that her head wasn’t quite ready for it yet. You’ve proven my point.”

“Are you saying–” Leah began angrily.

“What I’m saying is I didn’t want to make things worse for her. She needs some time to get her head on straight. Football isn’t the solution right now. You are. Go home to her, make sure she’s okay. I expect you at training tomorrow afternoon, Captain. Bring her along.”

Leah looks a little shocked, nodding softly at Sarina before sprinting out of the training center. She grabs her stuff haphazardly, shoving it all into her kitbag before running out to her car.

She races home, barging into the house noisily. She calls for you, the entire house engulfed in darkness. You had all the curtains pulled, the bathroom light letting in a sliver of light. She slowly trudged up the stairs, heart pounding in her chest as she called out for you again. She feared the worst, wiping her sweaty forehead.

She knew about your history of depression; she knew that stress often caused it to get pretty bad. With your recovery from injury and the prospect of an England call-up, paired with being you was often something that you both knew would be a rough time for you.

She slowly pushed the bedroom door open, letting out a sigh of relief when she saw your sleeping form on her side of the bed. It made her heart clench that you missed her but couldn’t bring yourself to admit it. She sat on the bed, you jolted awake when she did.  

The moment you saw her you scrambled out of bed and into her arms. You sobbed painfully, Leah’s arms tight and warm around you. She sighed and pulled you closer, cradling the back of your head as her other hand rubbed your back.

“Oh Leah, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, baby; you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I didn’t want to be a burden, it was your first camp back from injury I didn’t want you to be distracted,” you mumble into her neck, she’s quick to shut you down.

“You are not a burden, baby. You are my priority. I will drop everything for you, my love. Everything.”

“You don’t have to, not for me,” she presses her finger to your lips, her eyes soften and she cups your face.

“I want to, only for you,” Leah tells you, standing up with you in her arms. She sets you down gently, cupping your face and kissing you deeply. You kiss back, hands gripping her wrists tight. She kisses you with so much emotion, lips saying more than words ever could.

You’re crying, hot tears flowing down your cheeks. She pulls away and wipes your tears, kissing your forehead softly.

Her hands slowly travel lower and lower, grasping the bottom of her hoodie you had on. She pecked your lips when you looked down at her hands, smiling softly.

“Can I?” she asks, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” you reply, lifting your arms obediently for her.

She pulls the sweater off, gasping softly at your worn-out body. She can see the outline of your ribs a little, collarbones more prominent than when she last kissed them. She tears up herself, biting her cheek to keep herself composed.

“How long baby?”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, wanting so badly to be honest with her. You take a while to answer, she doesn’t push you. Her hands softly caress your skin, tracing gently with affection.

“Since they let me on the first time.” That was 5 weeks ago. You were subbed on for the last 5 minutes of a game, adrenaline high for the first time in a while. When it came crashing down, so did the irrational thoughts. Your head became louder than your heart, and insecurities that had been festering inside you made their grand appearance.

You had done well to mask it, directing others into thinking that I was just the stress of being back as something that you needed to get used to again. Leah was kicking herself; she didn’t even see her girlfriend struggling until she had made it obvious.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was getting bad then?” she asked next, hands pulling your sweats down your legs gently. She kissed back up your thigh, standing in front of you with a look of concern.

“You were thriving Leah, I couldn’t ruin that for you.”

She kisses you again, this time her tears make the kiss salty. She pulls away and pulls you in for a hug, she begs for your forgiveness; the forgiveness you tell her she doesn’t need to ask for.

She kisses up your neck, gently moving you to the bed. You lay back down for her, watching her slowly take her clothes off. You sigh, scooting into the middle of the bed waiting for her.

She climbs in and immediately snuggles under the covers, pulling you close to her chest. Your ear settles right over her heart, listening to the strong pounding that eventually matches yours. Her naked form is warm, her legs tangled intimately with yours. Her hands caress your back and arms soothingly, lips pressing soft and tender kisses to your head and temple.

"I love you," she whispers, pressing a kiss to your hair.

"I love you too, Lee." you answer, kissing her jaw.

She begins to tell you all about camp, your hand softly rubbing her side and toned stomach. Her soft voice lulls you back to sleep, she sighs and keeps caressing every bit of skin she can get her hands on.

“I’ve got you, princess. Always have, always will.”

//

You both wake up the next day around 10, feeling the most refreshed and rejuvenated in a while. Leah immediately tilts your head up and demands kisses, you can only shake your head at her and lean up to give her a few pecks. She pouts, cheekily asking for more.

“Leah, my teeth aren’t brushed,” you reason, chin resting on her chest as you look up at her.

“So? Mine aren’t either. I want a kiss, then you may do whatever you’d like.”

“Just one.”

“Can’t guarantee but, yes. At least.”

You lean up and kiss her, sucking in her bottom lip before pulling away and sprinting into the bathroom. She wasn’t far behind, managing to get the door before you slammed it closed. She smiled, creeping up on you like a stalking dog. She traps you by the sinks, arms on either side of you.

“Kiss me,” she demands again, grabbing your arms.

You shake your head, sucking in your lips.

“Kiss. Me.” She orders, pressing her lips to yours. You melt when her calloused hands pull your waist closer, kissing her back softly. She grins into the kiss, hiking you up onto the counter. She’s kissing down your chest, when you notice the time.

“Leah, don’t you have training today?” you ask, slightly out of breath when she takes your breast into her mouth. She pulls away with a soft pop.

“Yes, you’re coming with. Bosses’ orders.”

“We can’t–” you start, as her lips trail lower and lower on your body, “we have to leave in a while!”

“I’ll be quick,” she gruffs, picking you up off the counter and pointing to the shower.

“Get in, save time,” she nudges you in, following you and turning on the water. Her hands are on you immediately, pressing your ass back into her front. You moan softly, having missed her familiar touches.

She grasped your breast from behind, the other hand cupping your heat as her fingers fondled your rapidly soaking folds. You gasped, arm reaching back to cradle her head that tucked itself into your neck. She sucked on your skin hard, fingers already sinking into your wet hole.

“Got to be quick baby, I can’t be late,” she teased, two fingers pumping furiously into your hole. You cried out for her, the steaming hot shower engulfing the both of you.

“Lee-Leah!”

“Missed me, did you doll?”

“Yes, fuck, yes!”

Her fingers nudge in a third, thumb rapidly rubbing on your clit.

“God, you’re so fucking wet for me hm?”

“Only for you, Leah!” Your orgasm was fast approaching, her fingers pressed up against your spot made your head spin. She continued.

“Yeah, you’re gonna cum for me aren’t ya? Gonna make a fuckin’ mess for me baby girl? Good thing we’re in the shower, it’ll wash away all the evidence of you being such a fucking whore for me…”

When she called you a whore, your entire body shook with your strong orgasm. She talked and petted you through it, cooing affectionately into your ear as her fingers slowly slid out of your pussy. She was quick to shove them into her mouth before the water cleaned them for her.

“Secret’s safe with me, doll,” she winks at you, grabbing your shampoo as you stand there more in love with the woman than you were before.  

//

i'm going to be taking a break for a bit, with exams and a bit of traveling coming up i won't have time to upload as often as i normally do. i've realized that i've put pressure on myself to post every other day or so and i can't commit to that for a bit. i will answer asks and stuff so i'm always up for a chat!

[cumikering]

F1 John Price x reader

2.7k | fluff Price raced for Mclaren. You didn’t know that (part 2)

No human body was made for this: jetting across continents and time zones for nine months out of twelve.

Even after the years, John Price hadn’t got used to it. Neither was he used to flying from Las Vegas to London for a photoshoot only to hop on another plane the day after for his next race in Qatar.

He groaned internally, his body aching as he plopped down onto the backseat of the cab before taking his black surgical mask and cap off. He didn’t get a proper rest with how turbulent his flight was.

“Oh, I’ve seen ya mate!” the middle-aged driver exclaimed, eyeing him from the rear-view mirror. “You’re famous- you’re the F1 bloke, innit?”

John gave him a polite smile.

“Could you sign something of mine?” He popped open his glovebox. “Wait, this wouldn’t sell so high…” he muttered as he rummaged through it.

The cars behind started a cacophony of honks.

“Am in the way.” He chuckled sheepishly as he pulled away. “You better not run off before I find something!"

Downtown London was packed at the hour. The driver had plenty of time to look through every nook and cranny of his car, but cursing when he could only come up with a yellowing notepad and a drying pen. John made do.

“Could you also put your name down, please?” He held the pad over his shoulder after he’d inspected it. “So we know who you are.”

And he did, with another rehearsed smile.

“Cheers, mate.” With a pleased grin, he tossed the pad onto the passenger seat, not even bothering to make eye contact amidst the traffic.

At the red light around the corner of the magazine HQ, the taxi halted in front of a coffee shop. He glanced at his watch - he was 20 minutes early and he desperately needed caffeine.

John pulled his mask and cap back on before exiting the car. The cap was still stiff, one with a French flag patch he grabbed at random at the airport with a grumble. He’d misplaced the plain one he liked.

He kept his head down as he stood in the short queue.

“Hot Americano, double shot, please.”

His phone chimed when he waved it over the payment terminal. He was going to regret this. He wasn’t a big coffee drinker.

“Can I get a name for that?” You looked up from the cup you scribbled on.

“JP.”

You smiled, glancing at his cap and wrote his name down. “Like Jean Pierre?”

He chuckled, only now making eye contact with you. It was a joke between him and his teammate, Kyle, or Gaz as the fans called him. You must be one of those well-meaning people pretending to not recognise him, giving him a slice of normalcy.

He always appreciated the gesture, especially the more years passed. As glamorous as life had been since F1, John discovered he wasn’t about all the glitz and glam.

He didn’t care about looking immaculate all the time, scripted speech in designer clothing or driving expensive cars. Have you seen the state of London’s streets? Everything was PR, PR, PR - like this wasn’t even his life he was living anymore. He wanted to be home on his racing simulator or get the neighbourhood takeaway in his thick hoodies without anyone shoving a camera in his face. He just wanted his old, quiet life.

You worked the coffee machine, your back to him, and his gaze wondered to the pastry display as he leaned on the counter. The cookies were massive, thick in the middle, probably chewy too. They would be perfect with his coffee.

He glanced at the line which had grown longer, and at you at the register now, scribbling another customer’s order onto a cup with a smile. It was odd that no one else was in sight to help you at the busy time.

A quick peek at his watch: he didn’t have the time to queue again. He’d just have to come back later after his business.

“Enjoy.” You flashed him a smile as you placed his order on the counter.

It didn’t hurt that you were easy on the eyes.

Sure enough, hours later after a photoshoot and an interview, caffeine still buzzed in John’s veins. He could only imagine how long he’d be up later that night, but it was worth it. At least he didn’t look like a zombie in the footage.

His mask didn’t hold off the gust of wind - cold against his cheeks as he stepped out of the building. His stomach rumbled. While pubs had started to fill up with people in work attire, the lights were still on in your shop. He crossed the street only for the sign to read ‘closed’, the last couple exiting the door.

His shoulders sagged, but he pushed the door open anyway.

You looked up from the tablet you fumbled with, your smile apologetic. “Hiya, we’re closed. Sorry.”

He glanced at the display, empty safe for two remaining cookies. He pointed at them. “Hi, so sorry to bother, but I just wanted those, please. I didn’t get the chance earlier.”

Recognition flashed in your eyes. “Oh, I remember you. Jean-Pierre.”

“It’s me.” He laughed.

You slid the bag of two cookies across the counter. “On the house.”

“No, no. You’re doing me a favour already. Have one with me at least?”

You hummed. “Why not.”

At the nearest table, he had taken his cap and mask off. You set down a mug of milk.

“You’re spoiling me.” He chuckled, taking a bite of the cookie. “Oh my god, it’s spot on,” he groaned.

You smiled. “I’m glad you like it. It took me a while to come up with the perfect recipe.”

“I’d thought about this for hours and it doesn’t disappoint, but I bet it tastes even better warm.” His gaze couldn’t help but fall to your untouched cookie.

You laughed, pushing the paperbag across the table.

“I’m sorry, this is so, so shameless.” He gave you a sheepish grin. “But it’s wonderful, really. I’ll be back. Definitely.”

“You’re very welcome to.”

“Can I place an order? For my team. Three dozens for tomorrow morning, or is that a bit last minute?”

“Yeah, no, I can do that.” You smiled. “If I may ask, what do you do, JP? Sounds like a big team.”

He frowned. “I thought you knew?”

You tilted your head. “Sorry, I don’t think you told me?”

“Right.” He cleared his throat. Heat crept up his neck from the presumption. “I work with cars.”

“Like a mechanic?”

“Something like that.”

“Oh, that’s impressive. You must have steady hands.”

“I do, I suppose.” He held your gaze for a moment. “Oh, sorry, you were about to close. I’ll just finish this-“

You waved your hand. “Do take you time. I hadn’t had the chance to sit down.”

“Busy day?”

“Very. One of my girls is sick so I worked alone today.”

“I can stay a bit, if you don’t mind.” He smiled. “Actually, would you like dinner? I’m famished. I can get something for us?”

“That sounds fantastic.”

“I saw a kebab shop a block away. Are they stingy with their chips?”

“Of course not. They wouldn’t be my favourite otherwise.”

He dashed out the door with a grin.

When John returned with dinner, you called out from the kitchen as you put away the cookie dough you’d just prepped for his order.

“I make the dough at least 12 hours ahead. That way the flavours have a chance to mingle.” You sat across him.

“Is that why they’re so good?”

You shrugged, smiling, as you unwrapped your dinner.

“I’ll be back for this too.” He nodded approvingly at the kebab, bursting at the seams with chips.

“They’ve got great food around here.”

“All the more reason I’ll have to be back.”

You chatted over the meal, about the area and its hidden gems. He was convinced he didn’t even know half of the city even after living there for many years.

“Thanks for dinner, Jean-Pierre. You can go now if you want.” You put away the wrappings. “I don’t want to bore you with all the cleaning I’m going to be doing.”

“It’s John, and I can do the dishes.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“You said you were tired, and look how long I held you up.” He gestured at the dark sky outside.

You chuckled as you shook your head.

“Come on, let’s get to work,” he said over his shoulder as he sauntered to the kitchen.

You wiped down the counters and did the floor as John helped with the dishes, asking about you and your shop. While he didn’t like doing chores, doing them with you didn’t feel troublesome.

In fact, it was nice to spend some time out, not cooped up all alone in his apartment. It was refreshing to not be talking about racing or cars, to get away from it all. You laughed so heartily, so bright at his jokes. Within these four walls, maskless, he didn’t have to pretend.

He wore his mask as you locked up, but not before sliding in a few bills into the tip jar when you weren’t looking.

“So.” He turned to you, hands jammed in his pockets.

“I’m taking the bus.”

If he had his car he’d have offered to drive, but it was just as well he wasn’t driving. What if he wouldn’t want to leave?

So he walked you to the bus stop before calling a taxi for himself, back to his own reality.

While John was away for a Grand Prix weekend, between media day, qualifying and other preparations, he didn’t have the chance to be alone with his thoughts. However, as soon as he lay in his hotel bed that Sunday night, adrenaline still pumping in his blood from the race hours before, his mind drifted to you. He wondered what you were up to, if you’d thought about him since Wednesday morning when he picked up his order.

See, his problem wasn’t that he didn’t ask, but that he asked too easily and often came off too strong. He didn’t want that, especially not to you, someone the slightest bit more than an acquaintance now, a funny and pretty one at that.

But he should have asked for your number. He had so many chances to: during dinner, while walking you to the bus stop, or when he swung by the day after. You would have loved to know how everyone flocked to him when he walked into the room, oohing and aahing over your cookies.

He’d just have to wait until the next day.

Monday was his favourite day of the week because it was his day off, allowing him to not even leave his penthouse apartment if he so wished. But in the afternoon when he arrived back in London, he had somewhere else to be. On his way home from the factory, he took a detour, parking around the corner from your shop.

He wasn’t supposed to think so much about you, let alone miss you, but he did against his better judgement. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face when you greeted him as he approached the counter.

“Hiya, what can I get you?”

“I’d like to place another order for tomorrow. Everyone loved your cookies.”

“Sure.” You smiled. “You know, you could just give us a ring, yeah?”

“Right, about that. I was wondering if you fancy dinner with me tonight?”

“Oh, I’ll have to prep for the cookies-“

Behind you, a young lady at the coffee machine quipped over her shoulder with a stifled smile. “I can handle that.”

You turned and mouthed ‘thank you’ to her. “Where to?”

“Anywhere you want. I’m driving.”

When you sent him to wait at a table with a cup of hot chocolate, his smile faltered. He didn’t think this through. He was driving his Mclaren. Shephard, the boss, made up this silly clause in the contract for him and Gaz to drive their own McLaren to and from the factory. Good for PR, he said.

 He hurried outside as he dialled.

“Kate? Kate, I’m at that coffee shop.”

There was a beat. “Okay?”

“Would you please drive my GTI over?”

“Why, did your car break?” She chuckled. “A towed Mclaren isn’t a good look. Shephard won’t be impr-”

“No, I need my GTI in-“ he glanced at his watch. ”Exactly 52 minutes.”

“What? John, I’m your manager, not your errand boy.”

“Please! I’ve got no time to explain, just do it.”

“Or what?” she said dryly.

“I’ll tell your wife in Qatar there was a lighter in your coat pocket which smelled an awful lot like smoke.”

There was a pause followed by a huff. “Fine. Text me the address.”

Kate rolled up in his Golf GTI in time for your shop to close. You picked a place not too far from your flat, and he was thankful it wasn’t packed. You sat at the table in the corner and kept his cap on.

It was evident you were less tired that night, more playful with your jokes. He could listen to your laugh and look into your eyes all day. But before it was too late, much to his chagrin, you called it a night.

He pulled up at your flat. “I promise no more last-minute orders.”

“Just give us a call next time.”

“Rather call you.”

John Sloane, he typed into your phone.

You smiled, sliding your phone back in your pocket. “See you soon, John.”

“Tomorrow. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You held his gaze for another moment before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. His heart soared, but before he could react, you’d shut the door behind you with a supressed smile.

He grinned to himself as he drove home.

“Gaz!” Soap bellowed at the door. “Sorry am late. My alarm didnae go off.” The engineer hurried to the table to see Kyle munching happily. “Och, did ye get more cookies, Cap? I’m starvin’.”

Everyone on the team wore a cap, but Price was the only one who couldn’t be caught without one, therefore the curious nickname. That, and he often swore up a storm on team radio, like a bossy sailor. Simon, his engineer, could only remain silent witnessing the outbursts like he wasn’t even there. He earned his moniker Ghost that way.

John chuckled. “Help yourself, mate.”

He popped open the box, groaning after a bite. “Aye, that’s the one.”

“You sure you don’t want one, Ghost?” Gaz teased as he grabbed his third cookie. “You’ve been staring.”

“Alright, just one.”

“Oh, that didn’t take a lot of convincing,” Soap quipped between bites.

Ghost gave him the side eye. “Would you rather I eat the whole box, Johnny?”

Soap pouted and took his seat next to Gaz, and the team meeting for the upcoming race commenced.

As always, the crew flew out on Thursday, but this time, he had you to text. And he did, between the press conferences and briefs, or work, as he simply told you. If he was home, he would ask you out again in a heartbeat. Texting couldn’t compare to seeing that smile in real life, but it would have to do for now.

Abu Dhabi was the last race of the season. He was very much looking forward to winter break, even more so this time, because for the first time in years, he had someone to come home to. Okay, maybe that was too generous a statement. There was someone he would very much want to see, to say the least.

John landed in London Monday evening, still thrumming from his P1 win and finishing second for the season. He went straight home to switch cars before picking you up at work for dinner with a giddy smile.

He had a few days to himself before leaving for Liverpool for Christmas, which hopefully meant one more time of seeing you, if you let him, that was. But when you gave him another peck on his cheek when he opened the car door for you, he decided it was impossible to stay away from you.

I’ve missed you too much.

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Fictober Day 1: Baking Cookies

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Prompt: Baking Cookies (🌼)

Summary: You convince Matt to bake cookies with you, and it’s a rather… domestic scene.

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff. That’s it. That’s the post.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/n: Day 1 of Fictober and we’re starting with something sweet! The -ber months always get me in the mood for cookies, especially chai tea or matcha cookies, so that’s what inspired me. Who wouldn’t want to bake cookies with Matt on a cold and rainy day? I know I would. If you want to be tagged for all fics of this event, let me know. Other than that, I am using my respective fluff and smut tag lists that I use for just about everything I write. But if you want to be tagged for both and aren't already on my tag list, feel free to tell me in the comments! Now, I’m so happy we all get to do another October together, and I can’t wait for you to see what I’ve got cooking for you! May you all come out of this sufficiently satisfied.

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The streets of New York are bathed in a disarray of colors as dead leaves continue to fall off the half-green trees. Before you knew it, summer had slipped away into a moment in time. The heatwave that had terrorized the city turned colder with the end of September, and then suddenly, October was knocking on your door. 

You watch the rain trickle down the kitchen windows. The air smells of roasted cinnamon and coffee beans. The billboard outside shines brighter than the afternoon sun stuck behind a sky of gray, throwing a blanket of dark purple over the apartment, and the radio has been playing the same Beach House song on repeat for the past hour. But as you look over at the love of your life, his rough fingers delicately dancing over the label on the sugar jar to figure out what’s inside, there is no doubt in your mind that this is where you belong.

Matt is wearing the maroon sweater you knitted for him last Christmas. Once the seasons start changing, he pulls it out of the closet like he couldn’t wait to wear it again. Your hands crafted something for him to wear so he wouldn’t have to suffer through the cold anymore; there are not enough words in the English language to describe how much that means to him, but you know. You always know.

He looks almost content, standing there with his hair tousled, glasses discarded somewhere in the living room, and a faint smile on his lips. His brown eyes are so soft they remind you of the hazelnut coffee you shared before you suggested, “You want to bake some cookies?”

Much to your surprise, Matt didn’t argue. You expected him to tell you that it’s not Christmas yet, and you were prepared to tell him that cookies don’t need a specific season to be baked. But his face lit up as soon as the words had left your mouth, and he was more than eager to spend the rest of the afternoon in the kitchen with you. 

“How much sugar do we need?” he asks. 

You look down at the handwritten chai cookie recipe he picked out. “Uh, half a cup,” you say. 

He nods, eyebrows furrowing in utmost concentration as his hands feel around the countertop for the measuring cups. You gently place your hand over yours and guide it to the cold plastic. 

His smile widens. “Thank you.”

You look at him like he’s the only man in the world, and to you, he is. It’s not often the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen lets someone into his heart, you learned, but you only fell harder for him when he finally did. He’s beautiful and not at all perfect, but he is all you want.

“Sugar?” Matt snaps you out of your thoughts. 

“Right,” you murmur. “Half a cup.”

He can probably hear your heart racing, hammering against your ribcage. You guide your joined hands into the sugar, filling it only half before moving over to the bowl with the other dry ingredients. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t even comment on how flustered you are, he just holds on tightly to your hands as though he is afraid you might slip away if he doesn’t. 

It is a different kind of intimacy that’s almost sensual, bodies brushing as you get a whisk to mix it all together, your hand over his and the rain pattering against the window in tune with the radio. 

The cinnamon and the chai tea mix with the faint note of Matt’s cologne on your body, on his shirt, and the scent is unlike anything you could possibly describe. You find yourself leaning closer, impossibly closer, barely stirring anymore. He’s home. He’s your home. 

“Is this part of the recipe?” Matt murmurs. 

You hum. “This step is called stirring the batter.”

He smiles against your temple. “Mh. I like this step.”

“Me too.”

One of his hands slips from yours and comes to rest around your waist, swaying you to the music. You wouldn’t dare break this magic.

“Is there a step called ‘Kiss my future Mrs. Murdock’?” he asks then.

Blood rushes to your head. You’re so fucking happy. A giggle slips past your lips. “I think that’s the next step,” you say. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He bridges the gap between you like a man starved, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that knocks the air right out of your fragile lungs. His hand tugs you just a little closer. You belong to me, the action screams. And while you would never allow yourself to be considered someone’s property, it is nice to be wanted. To be needed. To be desired like you are the only thing on his mind, and treated right. Because you deserve it.

After a moment, he pulls away. His unfocused eyes roam your face, but you know he is only listening to your heartbeat, smelling you, feeling you—that’s how he sees you. 

“What’s next?” he asks softly. 

You peek down at the batter, then look back at him. Your mind is still reeling from the kiss, but you manage to pull yourself together enough to say, “Wet ingredients.”

“Oh?”

“Not like that, you pervert!” 

Matt chuckles, throwing his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking about it.” You swat his chest. “I wanted to bake cookies, so let’s bake some damn cookies.”

If you don’t pull away now, you’re sure you won’t get anywhere tonight. 

“Is that what we’re doing?” he teases. 

You nod. “That’s what we’re doing.”

He takes whatever you give him, and does whatever you tell him to until the cookies are finally in the oven. He doesn’t waste another second before pulling you back into his arms.

“Hi,” he says. 

You smile back at him. “Hi to you, too.”

“You forgot this…” You watch as he reaches into his pocket to pull out a ring—your ring.

It was only natural for him to ask you to marry him. He’d been waiting an eternity to do so. No one knows him like you do. No one sees him like you do, and no one loves him quite like you. You’ve seen him at his best and his worst, and you love him not despite but regardless of all of his demons. He doesn’t know what he did to ever deserve you. Quite frankly, he’s not sure he will ever be worthy, but he’d be damned if he didn’t at least try.

Matt had gotten so used to people walking out on him before you came along that he truly believed he was beyond redemption. Beyond saving. But then you tore open the manifest of his soul, read all the pages, and you gave him your heart anyway. He has not let a day go by where he hasn’t at least tried to do right by you. To take care of you. To love you. To carry you in his very hands like the fucking ethereal being that you are. He’s so scared of losing you, he sometimes loses sight of what he wants just to make you happy, but it’s worth seeing the smile on your face when he brings you flowers he thinks smell like you, or when he gets dinner from your favorite restaurant to surprise you after a long day at work. 

Matt’s only purpose in life is to make you happy because he knows you give him the world in return, a kind of love he never thought he would get to experience. It’s unconditional, it’s deep, and at times, it hurts, but he’s learning what it is like to appreciate the life he was given.

He would steal the stars for you if you wanted them. He would die for you, and sometimes he thinks he might even kill for you. Break all of his rules just to make sure you stay unharmed. He would go up against God, even, if it meant you wouldn’t have to suffer. He would not survive losing you, and sometimes, that scares him.

It has been a long road for him, and at times it felt like he was carrying a wooden cross on his back like Jesus did, but all the suffering eventually led to a sense of peace. He learned how to love again—to love you. After Elektra, after putting Fisk away, after everything, he allowed himself to settle down. And he knew shortly after he met you that he was going to marry you. 

You wrap your hand around the ring in his hand, and he gasps softly as he returns to reality. “Didn’t want it to get dirty,” you whisper. 

Matt slips it on your finger, and it feels again like the first time he did it. “I know. I kept it safe for you,” he says. A pause, and then, “I love you… Mrs. Murdock.”

He will never tire of saying it. Not even when you’re old and gray and you can’t remember where you put your godforsaken glasses. 

You wrap your arms around his neck. “I love you, Mr. Murdock. And I can’t wait to marry you.”

The honesty in your voice overwhelms him. “You mean that?” 

“With all my heart,” you promise.

The words take a second to seep in, to withstand the doubts that are always raging inside of him, but then he pulls you in, and he kisses you again. He kisses you like his life depends on it, the delicious smell of chai tea cookies filling the air, and it’s the safest you know you are ever going to be—here, with him, and in his arms. 

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Fan art for the “Race for the Cookie Cup!” fan event created by @theolivetree123

These designs are super cute I just had to draw at least one of them!! Also I feel like this is one of the best fan events I’ve seen around