#so he gave me a free car wash and i have to go back tomorrow

[elfgremlin]

drove 30 mins earlier today bc my work told me to go to this car wash location to get my Free Employee Wash Pass after work but when i got there the site manager wasn't even there so i had to drive another 30 mins back home empty handed

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Fighting a losing battle (Lando Norris)

Even though Lando would never lash out, he didn't feel great after the race and he needed someone to be there for him

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Everyone expected the qualifying sessions to be tougher, but the MCL38 showed pace as Lando did beautifully going from Q1 to Q3,

The spirits were high in the garage as they congratulated eachother, some of the mechanics from Lando's side even flashing you two big thumbs up as they carried on what they needed to do to get the car back and prepare it for race day.

"I got P3!", Lando gave you a big smile that made his eyes squinty as he walked closer to you, having finished his media duties outside of the ones the social media team needed.

"Congratulations, baby! Only two tenths off of the RedBulls!", you cheered, wrapping your arms around his neck in a hug before kissing his lips.

"The pace is kind of there, and the weather for tomorrow looks nice, too, should be a good race!", he smiled, kissing your forehead one last time before he pulled you two apart, "are you good to wait here for me? The debrief should be long, but not gigantic".

"Yes, I'll wait here, go before they come for me and never let me be here again", you squeezed his hand before he let go, blowing you a kiss as he walked to the meeting room.

After the debrief, you went straight to a small dinner to celebrate Oscar's birthday and then back to the hotel, "would you perhaps want to shower with me?", you mused as Lando set his backpack in one of the chairs, "yes, sounds great", he smirked as he followed you into the bathroom.

You both peeled away all the clothes on your bodies, Lando doing it faster than you and turning on the water so it would warm up, "baby, you're so gorgeous", he groaned, taking your hand when you took off your panties and pulling you to him, his hands grasping your hips.

Lando couldn't take his eyes away from your body, whispering "I can't believe you're all mine" in your ear while squeezing your thighs, lightly tapping your butt and feeling your body jiggle from the small impact, "I love you, baby".

"I love you too, Lan", you let your fingers trail all the way from his damp curls to his chest, following the delicate lines and kissing his wet chest.

"Can I wash your hair?", he asked as he got the bottle from the indented shelf on the wall, letting you turn around and getting a full on view from your butt, sighing as he lathered the product on your hair.

Neither of you stepped inside the shower with a full on shower sex moment in mind, feeling satisfied with just spending intimate time together and caressing eachother's bodies to show how much you appreciated eachother.

"I want to wash your back", you claimed, Lando turning around this time and letting your rub his skin, delicate fingers untangling some knots and relieving pressure on his muscles before he felt your lips littering kisses everywhere you could reach. Any other time, he would joke about your infatuation for his back and how you seemed to prefer the part of his body that didn't show his face, but right now he was enjoying this as much as you were.

"Careful, don't slip", Lando encouraged you as he wrapped the towell around you after he did the same to himself, holding your hand as you stepped out and into the bedroom, changing in your sleeping attire, so shorts for him and a nightshirt for you.

You brushed your teeth together and did your skincare routine, kissing Lando's lips before putting on your lip balm.

Lando spooned you on the bed, tucking you in properly and kissing your cheek, "Good night, my love, sleep tight", he whispered as you softly snored away for the night.

You certainly weren't the point person any team would go to have opinion on any engineering or performance matters for the cars, but you weren't a stranger to it either.

The red flag at the beggining of the race definitely opened the possibility for tyre changes, but the team seemed happy with how they were running.

After the restart, everyone recognised the efforts Lando was making to hold his P3, Jon exchanging a few words with you every now and again, going as far as pointing out how long Charles' stint was to with those tyres, "He's loosing grip, though", you pointed out.

When you heard the request for Lando to come to the pits, you scrunched up your face for good. It didn't feel right and, even though you didn't have the data in front of you, their explanation on the radio didn't make too much sense, "George will get in front at the pit lane exit", you groaned as you watched it happen on the screen.

Lando kept mostly quiet until the end of the race, and whenever he spoke, both you and Jon noticed the bitterness in his voice, exchanging a look with you this time.

At the end, Charles climbed up to fourth place and after a few brilliant overtakes from your boyfriend, he ended up in P5.

As he dropped two places, your heart sank, realising that the team's strategy really didn't work well and that the looks you exchanged with your boyfriend's trainer definitely had some reason to it.

Lando went on for his media duties, politely answering all the questions and refusing to engage in the ones where the reporters mentioned a potential mistake from the team and wanted to perhaps get a more efusive reaction from him.

As Lando walked closer to the garage, you could feel an antsy aura around it, quickly dissipating as he smiled and thanked them for their work and efforts, mentioning the debrief and how they would discuss it then.

You set the headphones back in their place and leaned against the wall on the corridor to the driver's rooms, not wanting to be in the way as everyone tidied, organised and got ready for the work they still had ahead.

Lando walked by you, squeezing your waist and kissing your forehead, "I'm going to change for the debrief, then we need to record the wrap up video of the weekend and then we can go to the hotel, okay?", he checked with you.

"Of course, I'm not in a rush, love", you smiled, kissing his cheek and squeezing his hand in yours for a bit.

Patting Oscar's back as he passed by you, you found a spot in the lounge where you could hang out, overlooking the track while reading your book when your phone beeped with a text from Adam.

From Adam

Hey, Y/N!

I'm sure Lando is in debrief now - we dropped him a text -, but we just wanted to know how he is doing after that race!

Love, Adam and Cisca

The fact that his parents trusted your enough to send that message was enough to warm your heart, quickly typing a reply so they wouldn't get worried.

To Adam

Hello! I guess it's good morning for you 😊

Yes, and I think this is going to be a long one! He's okay, not showing much, you know how he is - if he let's me, I'll get more information out of him!

From Adam

Yes, early wake up call today for us!

We're glad you're there with him, definitely eases our worries 🤗

Smiling at the text, you couldn't help but agree. You knew Lando well enough to the point where you knew where his mind was taking him - dating for almost four years did that to a couple -, so you were happy that maybe you could be a sounding voice when it was just the two of you.

"Video is filmed - I have my shoes on now -", Lando offered and you quirked a brow at him, "so we can go, I'll just tell Jon since he's riding with us", he smiled, kissing the top of your head before you got up, grabbing your cardigan from his driver's room and bidding goodbye to everyone.

As you were being driven back to the hotel, Lando sat next to you while Jon was sitting facing you two, you let your fingers walk along your boyfriend's thigh until it found his hand, touching it with your pinky to begin with and test the waters. Lando reacted quickly, lacing your hands together and giving them a squeeze while looking at your eyes as a silent thank you, a tight lipped smile playing on his lips.

"Tomorrow's flight is quite early, so we'll just meet here and then head to the airport then?", Jon checked with Lando.

"Yes, I'll send you the details", the McLaren driver retrieved his phone from his pocket, tapping the screen as he confirmed the details of the flight.

"Have a good night then, see you tomorrow!", Jon said as he waved, getting inside his room before you and Lando made your way to the one you spent the last couple of nights in.

Lando went straight to the bathroom, feeling bad for needing to be on his own for a bit. You had been there for him for all the highs and the lows and he recognised the voice in his head saying he didn't deserve your support was probably lying to him. Still, he quickly showered alone and got out of the bathroom, a white towell hanging low on his hips as he looked for his shorts and underwear in his suitcase, putting them on and scrunching up his curls with the towell in an attempt of drying the locks while giving them some shape.

After placing the towels back in the bathroom, he got back to the room and looked at you, making you stretch your arms so he could lay his head on your chest and cuddle himself against your body.

"Hey, I love you and I'm proud of you", you said, wanting to push the subject but not wanting to do something he didn't want to.

"Will you still love me if I never get on the podium again?", he asked, half joking but also half speaking his true thoughts.

"Lando, I'll love you regardless of whether or not you stand on the podium or anything like that", you stated, "a year ago, P5 and P8 would've been a good result for McLaren and this weekend, a series of events can explain most of what happened for that - the development they have done and have been working on will pay off".

"We didn't bring anything new and still managed to be the third fastest car on the grid", Lando agreed with you, "but it's like I'm fighting a losing battle. RedBull are in their own league and Ferrari brought big, positive changes - it's everything from the speed, to how long they can go for, how longs they can stretch their stints and so on", he sighed, "I can't do much more than what I'm doing, can I?", he mused.

"You got the maximum points you could get considering where your car stands compared to the others, Lando, you did the best you could", you comforted.

"We spoke about it in the debrief and we all learned with it, it seems", he commented, "and overall, that was the most we could do".

"It was, and I'm so proud of you, your fans are proud of you, the team are proud of you, your parents are proud of you - have you texted them back?", you questioned.

"How did you know they texted me?", he raised his eyebrows in question. They always called him after a race, so it wasn't like you knew it out of habit.

"Your father texted me asking how you were - they were a little worried, too", you noted.

"I'm surprised mum didn't call you straight away - she's not shy on telling her children in-law how much she loves them, but I swear every time she talks about you, it's like you've been one of our own forever, which is only a matter of time realistically", Lando said, not thinking much about it until the words sunk in, "what I meant was that she always says you're really good for me and that I'm really lucky to have you - which I agree with - and I was-", he rambled on and you were sure he wouldn't shut up unless you stopped him.

Kissing his lips once he shifted enough and looked up at you, you cupped his face, "I lived hearing that", you mumbled.

"Good, that's good", he assured, "but yes, I texted them back and I called after we filmed the video - mum told me to give you a kiss on her behalf", he smirked.

"I haven't received such kiss", you pretended to wonder, looking around the room, "maybe I need to go and get that kiss from someone el-", this time you were the one interrupted with a bunch of kisses being pressed all the way from your forehead to your chin, stopping on your lips a couple of times before Lando settled his chin back above your sternum.

"I have no idea what I did to deserve you in my life", Lando mused, a smile playing on his lips as his hands crawled under your t-shirt and squeezed your tummy and waist softly, "but I'm glad you're here, with me", landing his head back in your chest, "I love you".

"Is that comfy?", you giggled, "your boobs? Always! They're the best, baby", he smiled, seeming a little more positive from the initial assessment you did on his mood earlier.

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Late Nights

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Thomas wouldn't call himself the best husband, but he was trying his best.

Given his jobs, he had flaws, too many in fact, but he did love you.

Thomas wasn't the best with soft words. He wasn't the kind to write poems about your beauty or songs. But he admired you very much.

And since he wasn't the best with words, he decided to show his affection and love through action. 

One of which was, he would bring you flowers. 

He would arrive home, late, only to find you in the living room by the fireplace reading. A beautiful bouquet in his hands.

"Oh, Tommy." you said as you placed the book down and headed over to him. 

He met you in the middle while holding the beautiful bouquet of tulips. 

"For you." he said as you got the flowers from his hands.

"Thank you love." you kissed him softly before going to put the tulips in some water. "I made you dinner." you said as you placed a plate on the table for him when he sat down. He started to eat, thanking you.

Yes, you loved him and the flowers he gave you, and you knew better than to ask where did he get fresh flowers from in the middle of the night.

"How was your day?" he asked as you sat down in front of him once you found the perfect place for your newest bouquet.

"I had a great day thank you. I went shopping, and got us food for days, I was thinking I will make some steak but I didn't want to make them when you are late, so..."

"I'll be home tomorrow for dinner then. Wouldn't miss your lovely steaks for anything." you smiled.

"Do you think...would it be too much to renovate our home a little?"

"Why?"

"Well, I was thinking and the furniture and our bed... I was thinking the house needed a more fresh look. But if you don't want to or we don't have the money, I'm fine with it. Just an idea." Tommy assumed this idea came to you because you stopped working after you two married. The Shelby name was well-known. And he was afraid people would hurt you if you worked.

And a house wife, without children might start thinking about changing the furniture and such.

"I'll arrange a car for you when you want to go. I trust your taste, My Love. Spend as much as you please."

"Thank you, I promise I won't overspend." now you knew that might be a stretch. But you also knew that if you won't get the things you like, he will know.

He wants the best for you so it was natural he didn't mind the money being spent on your happiness.

"I was also thinking about your old office upstairs. The one with the boxes?"

"What about it?"

"We could make it into a nursery. Now, no, no, I'm not pregnant. All I'm saying is that when I will get pregnant, it would be easier to do the rooms now rather than later."

"You are a smart woman, and when do you plan on getting pregnant?" he smirked as he finished his food, leaning back in his chair.

"Whenever my lovely husband decides to give me his seed."

"Now, I'm pretty sure I do that almost daily. Didn't know you wanted children."

"You never asked. And I didn't want to bring it up after your last wife. Sorry."

"You can talk about her, you know. Yes, I loved her but you are my wife now, so I love you, I plan on loving you until my last breath and yes, a child fits into my future with you." 

You smiled as you grabbed his plate and glass, heading to wash them.

"We will talk about it more once you have some free time. It's quite late, go shower and we can go to bed." he headed over to you, hugging you from behind, kissing your shoulder and neck with one last kiss to your cheek, Thomas was off to shower.

Later, he held you close as you slept, warmth pooling around you as you doozed off and so did he.

These were the kind of evenings you liked the most.

Nothing else mattered but the two of you. No business, no guns, only you and your Tommy.

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O'Knutzy Week - Day 1

I saw the prompt Racing on the bingo card and I couldn't resist. 

Me? Watching twenty cars go vroom vroom in a circle for sixty laps every other weekend? Absolutely not. 

Here's the first of five parts of Starboys, a Cubs Formula One AU! 

(Leo will arrive in style, fashionably late, tomorrow)

Characters belong to the amazing @lumosinlove. A big thank you to @oknutzy-week-2024 for organizing the fest. 

A5: We lost

Link to Ao3 here

Monza, Italy

National Automobile Racetrack

The late August heat radiating from the pit lane was anything but a pleasant welcome. Sliding his sunglasses into messy hair, slightly sweaty from a short walk under the scorching sun, Logan took a quick look around. 

The Silver garage was uncharacteristically quiet, with only a few mechanics loading tires onto trailers, probably setting them up for tomorrow's free practice sessions.

The weekend hadn't even started yet, and Logan already wished it were over. He ached to wash away the feeling of too many sleepless nights off his body, to get rid of the latent headache that had been haunting him for days—ever since he'd boarded that flight from Amsterdam alone. 

What would happen if he refused to show up? Would they fire him? He actually considered hiding for a second, just as the back door to the offices opened. 

"Logan?" 

The unmistakable sound of Celeste's voice made him turn around. 

"Oui, maman?"

"Don't maman me, Tremblay," she stepped closer. "You're late." 

"I know," Logan risked an innocent grin. "Please tell me why I have to do this."

The threatening look he earned was more eloquent than any real answer. "Okay, okay," he held his hands up in a sign of truce. "Who's at the press conference?" 

Celeste had a habit of memorizing every single detail of his schedule. "Olli, Thomas, Jackson and Finn," she recited. "Do I have to remind you to behave?" 

"You know I hate those fucking-"

"Language," Celeste playfully pressed a finger to his chest, then tilted her head toward the door. "Go charm everyone with that sweet face of yours."

"Yeah," Logan huffed. "If anyone so much as breathes a word about last week, I swear to God–"

"You will kindly remind them it was a misunderstanding." 

"Mais non," he tried to reason. Had it been a misunderstanding?

"Logan, they want to throw gasoline on this already raging fire. We won't let them." 

"Fine," he gave up. There was no point in arguing with her. "But he better be on the same page." 

Celeste Dumais wasn't just any manager. She was a friend, a steady presence at Logan's side. And she also happened to be the scariest human being he'd ever met in his life. At least when she wanted to be.

"Go," she insisted. The bossy yet extremely loving tone came out, capable of commanding an army and taking care of a wild household at once. "Behave, and be ready for dinner at six. Pascal is taking us to his favorite restaurant in town, and Katie wants to show you she's learned to eat spaghetti."

"All by herself?"

"And with a fork. Can you believe that?" 

Logan's smile was genuine. "Merci, maman."

Down the hall in the Media Center, Logan could hear the loud chatter of people. He checked his watch and realized that they were probably waiting for him to start the conference. 

Media day, real fun. 

The same old faces welcomed him as he sat down at the end of a long red couch, right next to Thomas Walker, Racing Bull's first seat. 

"Care to join the party?" Thomas whispered, muffling his words from the cameras. 

"I'd rather not," Logan crossed his arms and leaned against the backrest. "But apparently I have no choice." 

Thomas tried to stifle a laugh as the journalist spoke into his microphone, drawing everyone's attention. 

"Welcome everybody to the drivers' press conference ahead of the FIA Formula One Italian Grand Prix," he said to the cameras. Years of interviews and conversations with this man, and still Logan found it tricky to understand his thick Scottish accent. "Here are our five drivers joining us today. Closest to me is the home hero for this weekend, Finn O'Hara."

Finn actually smiled for the audience and politely returned the greeting with a grateful nod. 

"Then we have Olli Halla, Jackson Nadeau, Thomas Walker and Logan Tremblay. Welcome to you all."  

Every other Thursday afternoon on race weekends, when his teammate James wasn't on call, Logan was forced to sit through the same boring go-to questions—usually asked by the same three people. What can you tell us about last week's results? What are your expectations for this weekend? And each time, he tried his best to hide his discomfort behind safely prepared answers, carefully tailored to avoid any kind of drama—the very thing reporters were always looking for.

"Why don't we start with you, Finn?" The man, Tom, asked. "How does it feel, as an American, to be able to race again in red in front of the Italian crowd?"

"Oh, man," Finn laughed, and the rapid clicking of camera shutters instantly filled the room.

Fucker.

"This is incredible," he went on. "Every year it feels like coming home. The fans are amazing, and their support means everything to me and, of course, to the team."

Not only was Finn an elite driver, but he also had an innate talent for winning people's hearts with the silliest of comments. Finn O'Hara was pure charm, and Logan hated to admit it, but he had always been a little jealous of his natural way with people—reporters, journalists, fans. Finn acted like he was born to be in the spotlight and, most importantly, on the top step of the podium. It came as no surprise to Logan when Finn received a multi-year contract offer from the most prestigious racing team in the world, the one people could name without thinking twice when asked about Formula One.

Ask a child to draw a car, and they will certainly draw it red—the same crimson as the Scuderia's vibrant and historic livery, the flagship of Made in Italy. 

"Let's move on to Logan," Tom said eventually, his voice as calm and punctuated as usual. "Shall we go back to last weekend? I believe it was a tough one for you, but you still managed to finish the race." 

Logan took his time answering. He grabbed the mic, untangled the long cable twisted at his feet, and slowly pulled it to his mouth, white knuckles clutching the metal casing. "It was," he said coldly. His free hand reached for his hair, feeling exposed by the absence of his snapback. "But there's not much to add, to be honest. As I said in the post-race interview, I got damaged by the contact and the car lost a little performance in terms of aerodynamics," he explained calmly. 

"The safety car he..." Logan trailed off. "The safety car helped. The mechanics did a mega job during the pit stop and fixed the problem enough to let me cross the finish line."

But I still don't know why it happened.

"It was absolutely a fantastic team effort," agreed Tom. "What about your predictions for this Sunday?" 

Logan's lips twitched on autopilot into a cocky smile. "Oh, I can totally see a win." 

"Best of luck to you," the man smiled back. "Now I think we have time to take questions from the print media."

Logan tensed. This was the tough part, when sports journalists went on a merciless gossip hunt, looking for the best headline for their next article. And once again, Logan found himself in their crosshairs. 

It didn't take long for Tom to give the floor to the most annoying of them all.

"Peter Jones, ESPN F1," the man said as he switched on the microphone. "Finn, the DNF at Zandvoort cost you important points in the battle for the championship," he paused. His greedy eyes flicked not so casually between Finn and Logan. "What are the consequences in the close fight between you and the current leader?" 

A subtle question, because Logan knew exactly where this was going. He couldn't help but turn to look at Finn, who sat up straighter on the couch and inadvertently moved a hand to rub the back of his neck—as he always did when he was nervous. 

"Like you said," he cleared his throat, "it's still a tight fight. I made a mistake and I apologized, because..." Logan heard the hesitation in his voice, a faint tremor. "We both lost something last week. The race, good points..." Finn's eyes went blurry for a fleeting moment. "But I have to focus more on the future if I want to close the gap between us. And that's still my goal, so I'd say nothing has really changed". 

"So everything's okay between the two of you?"

Logan had watched the footage in his hotel room. He remembered storming out of his box. He had wanted to talk, to understand. And they just ended up yelling at each other in the middle of the paddock. Fifteen minutes later, the pictures were all over the Internet. 

Sparks flying on and off the track. Tempers flare as Tremblay and O'Hara clash after today's collision, the official F1 account had captioned the post on Instagram. 

"Of course," Finn nodded, a half smile on his lips, uncertain. "Yeah, good rivals and all." 

Rivals. That's what they were these days. Faces of the rivalry between two legendary, antagonistic teams. Names in capital letters on magazine titles and website headlines. 

One against the other.

As soon as they were dismissed, Logan bolted out of the room. It was four in the afternoon, and he still had to find a way to get out of the circuit unnoticed.

Logan wasn't being hostile. He loved his job and the life that came with it—or almost all of it. Even if it meant exposing himself more than he actually liked. 

Just not today, not now, not when the constant pounding in his head kept his focus far away, trapped in a conversation he wished had turned out differently. 

He was close to the exit door when he heard footsteps running after him. 

"Logan, wait." 

"Not in the mood," he said without looking back.

"Lo." a warm hand cupped his shoulder. "Please." 

They hadn't talked in almost a week, a first for them. Finn had texted, but Logan had needed time to figure out why he was so upset. In the back of his mind, Logan replayed the scene for the thousandth time.

Lap fifty, one hour and forty minutes into the race. Logan was leading the Dutch Grand Prix, going through Sector 2 with a 0.286-second lead over Finn, who had his DRS open. At the entrance to Turn 11, they were neck-to-neck, fighting for the apex.

The contact between the two cars happened out of the blue. It felt like a punch in the gut. 

Logan had watched the tape over and over, looking for a valid justification, an explanation. There had been plenty of room for both cars, and yet Finn had pushed him off the track, damaging Logan's front wing and knocking himself out of the race.

"You lied," Logan said firmly, still with his back to Finn. 

"What?"

"You said you apologized. But you didn't."

Finn let out a heavy breath, a hint of disbelief in it. He stepped in front of him, tall and broad as he was, brown eyes unbearably sad. 

"You think I did it on purpose?" he asked, his voice shaking with emotion. 

Logan held Finn's gaze. He felt all the tension in his body release at the sight of the hurt on his face. "Finn, I could never. Merde, I just... I don't understand why you snapped at me like that." 

You know what, Logan? Fuck you too. I don't have to explain anything to anyone. Just leave me alone.  

"I didn't mean to," Finn ducked his head, shying away from him. "I was tired of people asking me what happened and..." he shrugged helplessly. "You were so angry and I was furious because I'm an asshole and that was a fucking rookie mistake." Finn finally looked back at him, "I'm so sorry, Lo. I should have told you right away. I'm sorry." 

We both lost something last week. Something.

Logan closed his eyes.

Competitiveness was rooted in his DNA. He'd been racing for as long as he could remember, and he knew he would become a professional driver from the moment he sat in a kart for the first time at the tender age of five. The son of Marius Tremblay, a legend of the sport, following in his father's footsteps. 

He'd come a long way, with ups and downs, blissful achievements, countless defeats and steady improvement. And yet he'd found his way to this, to be a two-time world champion at the pinnacle of motorsport. To compete for a third title against Finn, the best friend he could've ever asked for. The only thing he hadn't expected to find on this competitive journey, and yet the most precious.

Logan had lost a race. That was it, a mistake. He certainly wasn't going to make the one to let Finn go. He could barely stand the idea of fighting with him. 

Still, he kept his face straight. He would never have given in that easily. "Listen," he said seriously, fighting the urge to hold Finn as he grew even paler, the freckles on his nose and cheekbones a stark contrast to his milky skin. "If you're not taking me out for a drink tonight, we're done."

A sparkle lit up those helplessly kind, soothing eyes. "We're not supposed to drink alcohol, Tremblay," Finn smiled shyly. 

"D'accord," Logan rolled his eyes and bit back a smile of his own. "Alcohol free it is."

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I’d Probably Still Adore You | Part Two

Y/N x Lance Stroll, Y/N Best Friend x Pierre

Gasly

In which a night at the club and a game of never have I ever turns into something new

Inspired by 505 - Arctic Monkeys

Warnings: Mild references to hookups but nothing graphic

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six

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Friday

Free practice was cool, but qualifying was absolutely exhilarating. It was one thing to see the cars on tv, but seeing them in person was a different story. It was the first time you really truly understood just how fast they were going. The sounds rang through the paddock. The stands were already crowded, fans coming out in force to watch.

You snapped a picture with your best friend. She sported a light pink purse and Alpine top in support of Pierre. You went a more neutral route, light wash jeans, a plain black top, and a cream bag. It felt wrong for you to wear another team or drivers gear when you were in the alpine paddock, so you opted to forgo any merch.

As you and Y/N Best Friend walked in you noticed fans taking your picture. She gave a polite smile and a wave while you tried to keep a low profile. While your friend didn’t mind the mild celebrity that came with dating a driver, the idea of people invading your privacy was enough for you to shy away in hopes you would be cropped out. Besides, who cared about outfits during free practice anyways?

The alpine car glided around the track smoothly, this wasn’t Pierre’s first time driving Spa, and it showed. It had a lot of bad memories for him, and you hoped he had a better race this year. Your train of thought was interrupted by your friend.

“Oh shit. We ended up on the wag account Y/N. I know it’s not your thing but it looks like they didn’t tag you. Do you want me to not tag you in things this weekend? Your face is kind of hidden in it.” Your best friend said.

“Um. I don’t really know. Im not dating anyone obviously so I think it should be fine. They won’t care about me anyways.”

But you would come to learn that the fans were much too inquisitive for their own good.

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Saturday

Y/N Best Friend knocked on your door bright and early Saturday morning. She had been sleeping in Pierre’s room the entire trip, coming back only for clothes and necessities or to hang out when Pierre was busy.

As the two of you got ready for the day, crowding the counter with makeup and hair tools, she ran you through on the plan for the day. You’d head to the sprint early, stay until the end, and then spend some time relaxing afterwards.

When you arrived at the track, the crowds were massive. The walkway to the paddock entrance was roped off, but it did nothing to restrain the crowds as they screamed at Pierre. You hugged your friend goodbye and continued on through security.

You headed quickly to the Alpine hospitality to grab a pastry and a coffee. As you made your way through the paddock, you stared at the crowds. Flags and banners covered the grandstands, a sea of colorful hats and shirts, supporting the various drivers.

As you stopped to take it all in, you heard a voice.

“Crazy isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” You replied.

“First time in the paddock?” The voice replied.

“First time at a race.”

“Well, this is definitely the way to do it. I’m Carlos. And you are?”

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N. Are you having a good weekend so far?”

“Yes. It’s been wonderful. I can’t wait for tomorrow.”

“Carlos! Where’d you go man?” A voice yelled in the distance.

“Over here!” He replied.

As you turned around you saw Lando Norris make his way to the two of you.

“Oh I’m sorry. Am I interrupting something?” Lando asked.

“No no. You’re fine!” You replied.

“Lando, meet Y/N. Y/N meet Lando.” Said Carlos.

The younger man greeted you with a wide smile.

“We’ll hello Y/N! It’s lovely to meet you. How do you know Carlos?” He replied.

“We actually just met.” You said.

“Oh cool. Are you here with anyone?”

“Yeah, my friend is somewhere. I’m supposed to be meeting back up with her before the sprint starts.”

The noise of your phone ringing, drew the conversation to an end.

“That’s her. I have to take this. Lovely meeting you both, good luck!” You said.

“Lovely meeting you as well” The two boys said at the same time, turning to walk away.

You caught up with Y/N best friend, and settled in at the grandstands to watch the drivers gear up for the sprint.

As the day wore on, you pulled out your phone to kill some time, opening Instagram. Two new follower notifications alerted immediately.

Followed by landonorris and carlossainz55

Ignoring the alerts you continued to scroll through your feed until the cars began lining up for the sprint. Pierre hadn’t made it past Q2 earlier, so you knew he was in for a fight today.

The sprint passed quickly, and while the race didn’t go well for Pierre, it definitely could’ve gone worse. You and Y/N best friend made your way out of the paddock and into the waiting car.

As you returned to the hotel, the two of you settled into your room.

“Where did you disappear to before the sprint?” Y/N Best Friend asked.

“Oh I actually met Carlos and Lando” You replied.

“Carlos and Lando?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Yes, Carlos and Lando.”

“They’re definitely not hard on the eyes. And their both single. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” She asked.

“I already told you, I don’t think it’s worth it to get with a driver. You know what they’re like”

“Trust me, I really do.” She muttered under her breath.

—— Meanwhile ——

Lance made his way into the dimly lit restaurant. The team had a standing tradition of holding a team dinner the night before a race. As he took his seat next to Fernando, the waiter poured him a glass of water.

“Man, I’m starting to wonder if I’m doing something wrong. Maybe I need to find a girl to watch me during the races.” Fernando said, scrolling through his phone.

“What are you on about?” Lance replied.

“Look. I’m just saying, maybe races would be more fun if I knew a pretty girl like that was waiting on me.” He said, showing Lance his phone.

On the screen was a post from an account called f1wagupdates. A series of photos were include, one of which showed a pretty brunette woman, standing between Carlos Sainz and Lando Norris. The two men were staring at her, large smiles on their faces. You recognized the women almost instantly, she was the girl who’d run into you at media day.

“I didn’t know either of them was seeing anyone?” Lance asked.

“The caption doesn’t specify. It just says “New WAG alert? Who is the mystery women hanging out with Sainz and Norris? She was spotted with Pierre Gasly’s girlfriend Y/N Best Friend on Thursday. Stay tuned for more updates.”

“I met her on Thursday.” Lance replied.

“You did? Is she as hot in person?” Fernando asked.

“Yeah. I’m not sure if she was with Sainz or Norris. Whoever it was isn’t exactly winning boyfriend of the year though. She was wandering around hospitality looking for the media tent before my interview. What kind of guy ditches his girl like that?”

“Who knows. Maybe they’re not together? If you know what I mean.” Fernando replied, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Yeah maybe.”

Lance spent the rest of the dinner thinking about what Fernando said earlier. It would be nice to have someone waiting on him in the paddock, cheering him on after every round, walking with him to media, etc. Someone who’s support was unconditional, and didn’t care how he compared to Fernando or the other drivers.

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A/N: Race day is coming next

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The challenge

Pt. 2

Summary: You have gone unnoticed your whole life but now the hottest boy on Kildare has paid attention to you, why?

Warnings: Just some cute stuff, romance, language, unwanted touching from another man, 18+ 

Word Count: 4.9k

Author Note: This is based on the after movie, I just loved the concept behind it so I made a take on it. Basically, Topper and Kelce challenge Rafe to get you to sleep with him and say ‘I love you’, but what he didn’t expect was to truly fall for you, but will it all end when you find out?

The drive home from the beach was silent but peaceful, Rafe at one point laid he hand on tip of your thigh, and you let it stay. Just before you got home, you had a burning question that you had to ask. “Rafe, can I ask you something” you questioned “Of course, you can ask me anything” he said back. “Uhm, how come you’ve never spoken to me before the party, I mean we have been to many of the same parties, yet you had no idea who I was so what changed?” you questioned him. He took a while to answer and that made you a bit uncomfortable, was I another conquest?

“Look, I can’t lie to you and say I’ve noticed you before, but when I saw you at that party, I knew I had to talk to you. Yes, it was partly because of what you were wearing but then I saw who you were, and something clicked, I do know you, you just looked different. Then when I spoke to you and you gave me such attitude, I was highly drawn to you, and I like a girl that does not hold back her tongue. I had to see it out. Today confirmed that, I want to get to know you more and more.” He said to you with a smile. You didn’t know how to feel about his answer, but it was too early to tell if he was in it for the sex or to actually get to know me. 

As he pulled up into your driveway, you noticed all the house lights were off, which makes sense that your parents would be out as it is a Saturday night. Before you got out the car you turned to him, “Rafe, you need to prove that you are serious about this, I don’t know about the other girls you have been with, but I will not sleep with you on the first date, understand?” you questioned him. “You know Y/N, I don’t only want sex all the time, much to your shock, I actually want to get to know you and maybe develop something more” he said with a nervous smile. You leaned over the console and gave him a short but sweet kiss, nothing too much and then pulled away, “Thank you for today, Rafe. I had an amazing time, surprisingly” you said with a giggle. “Anything for you, princess. There are many more to come” he said back, and with that you got out the car and walked inside, noticing that he only left when you were safely in your house.

When you got up to your room, you had to take a shower and wash off the salty water. You came back to your room and noticed you had a few messages, having not checked your phone the whole day. You had a few from the pogues asking where you were and some from your parents telling you they were heading to an event and that they would only be back later. And then surprisingly one from Rafe, you can’t deny that your heart fluttered, and you were blushing like crazy. It read “My princess, thank you for the amazing day, you free tomorrow?” you could not stop smiling so you texted back, “Missing me already, how sweet. Why, what do you have in mind” you sent back and with in minutes you received a reply. “Topper is throwing a party tonight; would you like to accompany me?” that would mean you would have to attend a kook party and you didn’t know how to feel about that, also would you go with Rafe as his girl or as a friend. You replied “I don’t know, on a Sunday night? And would I go as your friend or something more?”, you might have come on a little to forward but you weren’t about to go to a party with people you don’t know or hang with and have him abandon you for another girl, cause then you were out. 

 He replied almost instantly, “You would be with me noxiously, and yes, a Sunday that’s how we do it. And I can almost see those thoughts in your head, I won’t leave you stranded, you got me, I told you I was all in” and your heart practically jumped out of your chest, it was like he answered all your questions without you having to say something. “Okay Rafe, I will go with you, pick me up yea?” you sent back. “Of course, princess. Can’t let my beautiful girl arrive alone” he sent back, and you felt like you stopped breathing, he called you his girl, but how many did he have before me. You won’t deny that you weren’t skeptical about his past but as far as you recall he has never had a serious relationship only ever hookups so will I be different?

“I’m not your girl, what time?” you sent back, “Not yet, let’s say around 9?”, you sent one last reply before getting dressed and going to bed, “Alright, see you tomorrow” and with that you switched your phone off and went to bed. 

Your dad unfortunately woke you up the next morning to run errands with him, it consisted of the hardware store since he insisted on fixing the porch swing and some grocery shopping mom had asked us to get while we were out. I figured because we were at the mall, I might try and find something to wear to the party, I had to impress his kook friends after all. You walked into this one store, and you cannot remember the name if it was illuminated with a sign. You find a skimpy little black dress and some strappy heels. You were planning on pairing it with a cute lace red lingerie set. It was perfect and you secretly hoped Rafe would like it. 

The day seemed to have gone by quite quickly and when you looked at the time it was 8:30, you had 30 minutes to fix yourself. Shit, you muttered to yourself. You quickly showered and curled your hair decided to leave it down, you got dressed and did some light makeup, your parents were quite relaxed with you, when you turned 18, they kind of let you do your own thing. You said your goodbyes after you saw your text from Rafe saying that he was outside, they gave you the regular, be home at a reasonable time speech and be safe. They knew Rafe as they were quite good friends with Ward so they thought he was the greatest thing ever, clearly not hearing the rumours circling him. You walked out of your house and Rafe hadn’t noticed you yet but when he looked up and saw you, he was breath taken, you were so gorgeous and you looked incredible, that dress was really working for you. You got in the car and Rafe had not noticed how he watched you from your door until you were in his car. “Hi, uhm Rafe, hello” you said as you were in the car, but he couldn’t snap out of it “RAFE” you slightly raised your voice. “Uhm Y/N, hi, wow, uhm you look, wow. Beautiful” he finally said, and you couldn’t stop the red rising to your cheeks. “Thank you, shall we go” you said giggling. 

 You two drove there making small conversation about your day and the whole time his hand rested on your thigh with your hand on top of his, your skin burned at his touch. You finally arrived at Topper’s house and there were so many cars outside that your nerves started acting up. Rafe grabbed your hand, “hey, you’ll be okay, you have me” he said reassuring you, he got out the car and came over to your side to open the door for you. He took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers as you two walked in, everyone’s eyes were on you, Rafe just pulled you closer to him. You walked up to Topper and Kelce, and they gave him a weird look that you didn’t know how to feel about but didn’t think too much into it. 

 Before Rafe could introduce you, Topper stepped up, “Y/N, I don’t think we have had the pleasure of meeting, how are you?” he asked reaching out a hand, “Hi Top, yea I’m good how are you?”, “I’m good thanks, Rafe hear couldn’t stop speaking about you today” he said and you blushed and Rafe shot him a strange look. 

“Hey Rafe, I am going to go get a drink, okay? You want anything?” you asked him, “Please, princess, a whiskey would be lovely” he said kissing your forehead and you went off to find the kitchen. 

RAFE’S POV:

I watched her walk through the crowd of people, keeping my eyes on her the whole way as I could see eyes on her, but I promised not fighting so I just must be cautious. But she was gone to the kitchen and Topper pulled me back to him, “Shit Rafe, you got her wrapped around your finger, and might I add she looks fucking sexy, how’s the challenge going, must be hard with her not putting out looking like that?” he said giggling. I couldn’t help but send him a glare, “Don’t talk about her like that man, and I think I want out of this challenge, she is a good person, she doesn’t deserve this”, I snarled at him, and he looked shocked. “Is Rafe Cameron going soft? I just don’t think you can do it” he shot back and that pissed you off, you were never one to back down from a challenge, but I can’t hurt her, she is too good for me or this. “Whatever man” I said back to him, and he had a weird look on his face, and I did not like it. 

You and Top sat down on the couch just getting into random conversations when one of my old hookups happened to notice me, she was probably the craziest one of all. As she was walking up to me, I prayed for someone to save me and I was sent an angel, out of nowhere Y/N appeared and I had never been so happy to see her. I pulled her straight onto my lap when she got close enough and laid a gentle kiss on her lips and that made my hookup, Alice, stop and turn around. The rest of the night went on as normal, conversations here and there with random people, Y/N by my side the whole night, I couldn’t help but notice the guys staring at her, but instantly stopped when they noticed she was with me, how did I get this lucky. 

We were standing outside by the pool when she said she had to run to the bathroom, on her way there I noticed some guy following her but didn’t think too much of it as it is a party maybe he was just going inside, that was until I heard her scream.

“RAFE” was all I heard, and I have never run so fast. 

Y/N’S POV: 

I left Rafe to quickly run to the bathroom but noticed that I was being followed I made it to the bathroom when he came up behind me and pushed me against the wall, I turned around and tried to push him off me, but he was too strong. His hand landed on my thigh, and he tried to kiss me, I pushed him again, “Get the fuck off me” I said but still he persisted. 

I was getting scared at this point so I yelled for the one person I know would help me, “RAFE” I started crying and pushing at the same time, he got to me and saw what was happening and instantly pushed him to the floor, he looked at me and I was a wreck, and that drove him insane, the fact that another man had his hands on you and that he made you cry. Rafe knows he made a promise to you to not fight but he could not help it, he was so angry. He got on top of him and started punching him relentlessly, the man was lying on the ground lifeless, but he did not stop hitting him. 

“Rafe” you cried, and he instantly looked up at you, “Please, I just want to go home” you cried out and that was enough for him, he looked back at the man on the floor. “If you ever so much as fucking look at her again let alone touch her, I will kill you” he said angrily and stood up. He wrapped me in his arm and pulled him to his side, his knuckled were bloody but you didn’t care you just wanted to go home. You got to the car and could not stop crying, what would’ve happened if Rafe was not there or if he did not hear you. You cried more. Rafe started the cry and drove off, wanting you to get out there as fast as possible. He laid his hand on your leg and you couldn’t help but stare at his bloody hands, he spoke up softly, “Y/N, I know you said not to fight but when I saw him on you, I saw red, no one touched my girl ever. I am so sorry this happened, I will never leave you alone again” you just looked at him, “Rafe, thank you, I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t there, I know I said no fighting but thank you” you said through tears. 

 “I will always protect you, Y/N. I protect what’s mine” he said and gave your leg a squeeze and you could not help looking at him with such love and admiration. The whole scare of it all has somehow sobered you up, but as you looked up you were in your driveway, but you didn’t want to be alone. “Rafe, do you mind staying with me tonight? I don’t want to be alone” you asked him. He grabbed your face softly and pulled your chin to look at him, “Of course baby girl, anything for you” he said kissing you softly. You two quietly made your way upstairs and to your bedroom. You got the med kit from the bathroom to clean his hands, he thanked you for that, apologising again for fighting. 

 You ran to the bathroom, to clean your face from your tear-stained makeup and to put on some pajamas, you threw on some shorts and a baggy tee. You walked back into your room to find Rafe already under the sheets, you giggled a little at how comfortable he made himself. You noticed his shirt was on the floor, but you had no problem having his shirtless body hold you against him. You climbed in next to him and he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him so that you were flush against his warm body. You turned to face him, and he rubbed his thumb alongside your jaw. “Rafe” you said, “Yes beautiful”, “I need to tell you something”, “You can tell me anything”, he said back softly. “It’s kind of embarrassing” you said digging your face into the crook of his neck. “Baby, I will never judge you” he said. You huffed, he had to know. “I am a virgin” you said blushing and his eyes went wide for a second, but then they softened. “Y/N, you have nothing to be embarrassed about” he said with a small smile. What you didn’t know was that Rafe loved the idea of you being untouched by other men, of you being a clean canvas. “I think I’m ready Rafe” you said to him not being able to look at him, he pulled your face up to his and kissed you softly, he pulled away a little “I will only do this if you are 100% sure” he said kissing me again and I nodded against him. 

 Rafe rolled over so that he was hovering over me, never breaking our kiss, his slide his one hand behind my back and slipped my shirt over my head, the only time our lips broke apart was for it to go over my head. I almost instantly covered up my now open displayed boobs to him, he sat up and pulled my arms away and looked at me with such adoration. “You never have to cover up, not for me” he said, and you grabbed his face and pulled him back down to you. He broke away again to pull your pants down, happy to see that you were fully naked underneath. You told yourself you wouldn’t lose it to Rafe, but something about this moment and him feels right. 

 He came back down to kiss, soft and gentle, he moved his one hand to my breast softly cupping them in his hand and playing with my nipple with his thumb and finger. You moaned against his lips, and it drove him crazy, “I want you Rafe” you moaned against his lips in a soft voice, you had to keep quiet as your parents were asleep. Rafe pulled away to pull his pants off and his boxers followed, leaving his now hard self on display, he was a lot bigger than you expected but you were ready. He looked at you once more, “Y/N, are you sure about this?” he questioned is the softest way possible. “Yes, Rafe” you nodded. “I just need to get a condom” he said as he was about to get up and get one from his wallet you pulled him back to you, “I am on the pill’ you said and his face lit up, he would now be able to feel all of you and not be separated by a piece of latex. His eyes went dark with lust. He came back down to kiss you and run his hands down your body, stopping right over your now wet core. He ran a finger through your folds, and he couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face, “So wet for me, princess” he smirked. He very gently inserted a finger into your entrance going slowly in and out, you moaned out in pleasure, loving the euphoric feeling, he slipped in another gentle and this was a whole new wave of pleasure, you bite onto his shoulder and dug your nails in his back to stop the moans, his mouth attacked your neck in sloppy kisses. 

“You feel so good, princess” he moaned into your neck, “Please Rafe, I need to feel you” you cried back. 

Rafe pulled out his fingers and you don’t know what it was but the way he put his fingers in his mouth to lick them clean made you euphoric. 

He lined himself up with your entrance and looked at you for approval, you nodded. “Just slowly, okay” you said, and he looked at you as if he was about to corrupt your innocence, but he loved it, being the first one to touch you like this. Rafe entered you slowly and you winced in pain, he searched your eyes for any indication that he should stop, “It’s okay, I’m okay, keep going” you said and pulled him back to kiss you, he slowly thrusted in and out and the pain was becoming less, he sped up a little letting out soft moans into your mouth. “God baby, you feel so good around me” he moaned out. “Faster Rafe, please” you cried out to him, and he sped up now going at a comfortable pace. You felt this heat growing and you knew you were close and so was he, with a few more hard thrusts he sent you over the edge, you cried out his name and your hands found the back of his neck as you kissed him as if you were hungry for him, Rafe thrusted a few more times and you felt yourself full up with his cum. His face landed in the crook of your neck, and he just stayed there for a bit before rolling over and pulling out. He didn’t say or do anything at first and you begin to think that this was all a mistake and he finally got what he wanted. That was all pushed aside when you grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him and kissed you. 

 “Just so you know, it wasn’t all about the sex for me, but that was amazing” he said against your lips, and you felt a smile tug on your lips. “I have a question to ask you” he said, and you looked into his eyes. “Would you do me the honor of being mine?” he asked searching your eyes. You took a moment to process what he just asked, Rafe Cameron, the island playboy asked you to be his girlfriend, what it is going on. “I’d love nothing more than to be yours” you said smiling. “What are you doing to me princess, you are making me soft” he said giggling. You two stayed like that for a bit until you both eventually fell asleep.

You woke up the next morning early, you were in your last year of school and only a few months left before you graduate. You were also thankfully on summer holiday, but your parents still had work, so you woke up to an empty house but not an empty bed, you looked over at the beautiful boy lying sleepily next to you. You watched him for a bit, just admiring him until he stirred a bit and his eyes fluttered open. He motived you staring at him, and he couldn’t help but smile, he was so besotted with you.

“You’re staring” he said smiling still, “I’m admiring” you said back hitting his shoulder lightly. He pulled you into his chest with one swift movement and placed a kiss to your forehead. “You looked at him and give him a sweet kiss on his lips, “Morning my love, would you maybe want to shower with me” you asked, all shy and looking down. His eyes went wide, and a grin pulled at his lips, “Never ask me that again, cause the answer will always be yes” he said and you two got up to take a shower, nothing happened you two just stood under the water and kissed as much as possible wanting to savour every minute. You two got dressed, Rafe sporting the same clothes as yesterday as he didn’t intend on staying over, you went downstairs to make coffee and breakfast, you two ate and made small talk. He eventually and to go and help his dad with some things. “Okay my love, thank you for breakfast and an incredible night, I will see you later, yes?” he said kissing you goodbye, “Okay, thank you for protecting me last night, I’ll see you later” you said back to him. “Always” he said and walked to his car, you waved him goodbye, and he blew you a kiss and drove off. 

 You knew you had to tell the pogues about Rafe, but you were dreading it, you wanted to tell them yourself before they found out from someone else. You cleaned up a little and then shot them a message, “Hey gang, we need to talk” they all replied with an “Okay, meet us at the chateau in 20 minutes” so that is what you did. You arrived at your regular hanging place and saw them all sitting there in a fit of giggles, this is going to kill them. 

You walked up to them, “Hey guys” you said sheepishly. “Hey Y/N, how are you doing?” JJ asked. They were all looking at you noticing something was wrong.  “Are you okay? We haven’t seen you in a bit, did something happen?” John B pressed. “I need to tell you guys something, but I need you to not lose your shit” you said sitting down next to Kie, she placed her hand over yours, squeezing it, reassuring you that whatever you say will be okay, until they found out what it is. “I started dating somebody” you said, and all their eyes went wide, and they all smiled. “No way, who? Do we know him?” Pope asked. “Yea, you guys do know him, quite well actually, but not in the way you think” you said, and they all looked very confused. “Who is it then?” Kie pushed. “It’s uhm, Rafe” you said very lowly looking down at your hands and none of them could say anything, they were too shocked. You looked up at them waiting for one of them to say something to break the silence. “Are you fucking serious Y/N” JJ was practically yelling. “Look, I know he does not have the greatest rep and hasn’t been the greatest person to any of us, but he is good to me” you said on the verge of tears. “This must be a joke, right? Are we being pranked” John B said laughing, but a sarcastic kind of laugh. “After everything he has put us through?” Pope said. “I know, I know” you said lowly. “I never intended for this to happen, but it did, and he makes me happy, I just really wish you guys could support my decision” you said now crying. “Is this where you have been for the past two days?” JJ questioned and you nodded your head. No one said anything for a while until Kie spoke up. “Look Y/N, I can’t lie and say any of us are thrilled that it’s Rafe you are with, but if you are happy so am I” she said squeezing my hand. “I will never like the dude, but for the sake of your happiness I will put it aside. But know this, if he hurts you in anyway, I am ending his life” John B said now standing to hug you. “That’s makes two of us, I will kill him Y/N” JJ said joining in on the hug, Pope didn’t say anything, but you knew he would say the same thing. It was times like these that you were thankful to have friends like them. 

You spent the rest of the day with them just spending time with them until you got a text from Rafe, telling you he was coming to get you. You let him know you were at John B’s, and he wasn’t too thrilled about that, it is no secret that they do not get along, but they need to settle it for me. He pulled up and you greeted everybody not wanting them to have to see each other, you hoped one day they could get along, but that is a lost dream. 

You got in the car, and you were all giddy, yes you saw him this morning, but you couldn’t help but be happy around him. 

RAFE’S POV:

I never expected us to sleep together as soon as we did, but it was one of the best nights of my life, taking her innocence and being her first made it so much stronger. I had to call off the challenge as I was falling for this girl and she was way too good for me and if she ever found out about this it would crush her, she would never forgive me and I cannot lose her, not now and not ever. 

I was planning on telling Topper today that it was off, he had figured that I spent the night at her house when I took her home from the party and didn’t return to his house and he went over to mine to see that I wasn’t there. He sent me a text asking where I was, and I informed him that I was at your house. Him being the nosey fucker he is asked if we did the deed and me being stupid and not focusing said yes and I instantly regretted it, I did not want him to know, but upon the midst of me being a stupid boy told him it was your first time too, why would I say that.

I wanted to tell him in person that the challenge was off, but I was so busy with my dad that I had to postpone it. It finally came to the day when I got to see her again even though I just left her this morning, I missed being around her. I sent her a text telling her I was on my way, and she let me know she was at John B, I was not the biggest fan of her friends, but I had to respect who she was and who she hung out with. Even though I hated the idea of her being around those pogues, I cannot dictate who she is friends with. I arrived and she walked out of the house with such a smile on her face, God, she is so beautiful. I don’t think I have ever loved anyone as much as I love her. I don’t know what I would do if I lost her, but I know I never wanted that day to happen. I wanted to spend every day with her and yes our time has been short but I only wanted to grow stronger with her, I never want to let her down and I want to be the best version of myself with her. 

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Hardest Mission Yet

A/N: G/N reader, kiwi reader, I’m doing prettttyyy chill. ヽ(*￣▽￣*)ノ

Word count: 3305

Warnings: None

AO3

Originally, you hadn’t thought he was serious. Shuhrat was ever the one to keep his cards close to his heart. Opinions and thoughts were rarely spoken and when he did share, they were carefully thought out and rather logical. Which meant his emotions were rather pressed down and hidden. Perhaps why he was so good at card games. So when you heard him say those words,

“Would you like to meet my parents?”

You were thrown off guard. Meeting his parents would be so incredibly intimate in a sense. Shuhrat didn’t let people get close very easily, not at all. That question had changed the course of your entire Christmas for the year.

In the freezing cold of winter did you arrive. Shuhrat had left earlier than you had, your role at Rainbow demanding you stay as long as possible therefore only giving you a few days of freedom to spend at your heart's content. In all honestly, you hadn’t expected it to be so cold. While the airport was relatively warm, the briefest wind that caught you after leaving the plane had you fearful for the trek outside.

After security did you see him. Sitting patiently, Shuhrat had found a small corner of the airport. He stood up at your approach and while he was never one for PDA, this time would be the exception. A small greeting mumbled from his lips as his arms wrapped around you, your suitcase falling to the ground as you buried your face into his shoulder. Shuhrats' warm lips pressed against the top of your head causing a wave of relief and comfort to wash over your body.

Content at the moment, your eyes fluttered close as you took in his presence. For a man so normally distant, he certainly gave some of the best hugs. "I missed you." You mumbled into his shoulder.

"It's only been a few days." He seemed amused by the notion.

"Felt like an eternity doing all that paperwork." Your grip got a little bit tighter as you squeezed onto him.

"You're here now." Another kiss against your head was placed before he pulled back. A smile had graced his face and you wish you could keep it there forever.

"Let's go, it's only going to get colder as the day goes on and the drive is a decent distance away." His arm stuck out slightly and if you hadn't been paying attention you would have missed the small gesture. An offer. One that you accepted immediately, your hand wrapped around it as your free hand pulled on the suitcase behind you.

"So… anything I should know before meeting your parents?" There was an obvious nervousness in your voice as you looked out the passenger window of his car. While it wasn't in the process of snowing, a white blanket of snow had set over the land which crept as far as the eye could see.

"As you know my Ota is in the military, watch for his grip. He goes off his gut and first impressions mean a lot to him. He has been proven incorrect before though. " Shuhrats focus was on the road, not lifting his eyes from it even for a moment.

"My Ona, she may seem harsh at times. Pushy even, she is loud because she cares. Typically when visiting one would give a gift. We won't be. It puts him in a bad mood if he feels like he's being sucked up to. My parents don’t let me give them Christmas gifts either, Ona says me visiting is enough." A sigh left his mouth as he debated the final sentence. He figured it was a given but on the odd case, he had to make sure you knew. "Don't bring up my brother." Shuhrats grip on a wheel tightened slightly at the thought of his brother, a slight change in his tone.

Your hand came to rest on his thigh, giving it a small squeeze of comfort. While he didn't need it, it certainly wasn't unwelcome. "We will be seeing them tomorrow. Their home isn't too far from mine."

Shuhrat had selected his house based on location. On the outskirts of town, it was a relatively small house. Single story, but what really gave it value was the pure amount of land there. A decently sized front lawn covered in white and a back yard that gave path to the forest behind it. Ever the gentleman, Shuhrat helped you with your suitcase into the house which was surprisingly quite warm. The tiny embers left in the now black fireplace told you that he had a fire going before he had gone to pick you up.

The house was rather organized, everything seemed to have its own little place. Something that was replicated in the garage. While organised the garage was far messier, things were left half-done, which showed a testament to the amount of time he spend there. His home was a safe space for Shuhrat, just like his room on base. He was comfortable here, you could see it in the way his shoulders dropped a little. Shuhrat was happy, that much you could tell.

Night came and went and you soon found yourself on an unfamiliar doorstep. It was a two-story house, brick. The dynamic between the pair of you had changed. Normally whenever the pair of you went anywhere, Shuhrat would linger beside you or even slightly behind you. Quiet, he was content to evaluate things in silence behind you and allowed you to take the lead on most occasions. But here and now, the opposite was the occasion. Shuhrat stood in front of you, eyes determined as he knocked on the door.

His thumb rubbed over your knuckles to help calm the nerves that had worked their way up inside of you. Hostage extraction? Easy no problem. Sweep and clear of a building? Done. Meeting your partner's parents? By far the hardest thing you had ever done in your entire life. The door soon flung open and a short woman stood there, ushering the pair of you in and out of the cold. Her voice was loud and quick. Any hope you had to decipher her Russian was quickly thrown out the window as she spoke with Shuhrat. The sound of your name had your head snap to the woman who stood back to get a good look at you. Only then did she speak directly to you.

"Ah, we finally get to meet you. Welcome to our home, it's been a while since it's been this lively." She wrapped her arms around you, and a kiss on your cheek had you freeze for a second before you copied the same. "So good to see Shuhrat found someone."

"Let them take off their damn coats and shoes off before you assault them." A gruff voice came behind them. Peering behind her, you could see the older man behind her. Sheepishly she took a few steps back allowing you to take your coat off, Shuhrat took it from you and placed it on the hooks that were attached to the wall. His hand directed you to the slippers on the ground.

Eventually, you finally turned around, the warmness of their home now open to you as your coat hang on the wall. Again she pulled you into a hug with another kiss on your cheek. "I had begun to think Shuhrat would spend an eternity alone."

"Ona." Shuhrats voice had her pull away from you.

"Yes, yes Shuhrat." She hummed, her smile warm and forgiving. The pair of them started to immediately bicker, what they were saying you didn't know but from the tone, you could tell it was more Shuhrat whining and her insisting than anything. You hadn't ever seen him like this before and it made you smile. Regardless of age, he was, after all, their son.

She placed a kiss on his forehead, leaning up on her tippy toes to do so before she finally led the pair of you down the slim hallway. To the right of you, you passed a set of stairs that led to the second floor. Up there were three bedrooms and a bathroom while the rest of the house was on the first floor.

Shuhrats mother ushered the pair of you towards the dining room table where his father sat. From there, he had a decent view of the television which was on in the living room. He stood as you neared. At a rather close proximity, he held his hand out which you took. With a firm shake, he pulled you into a hug which caught you slightly off guard but recouped quickly. "It's nice to meet you, sir, thank you for allowing me into your home. The both of you." Your eyes flashed to the woman behind him in the kitchen.

"Pleased to meet you. Gave us quite the shock when Shuhrat asked if he could bring you here." He let go of you and you glanced over to your partner to see him pulling out a chair. His head gestured towards it and you soon found yourself sitting down in it before he found his place next to you.

"A pleasant shock!" She called from the kitchen. Even though she was a little further away, she was still very much part of the conversation.

"Shuhrat has told us little about you-"

"We would love to know more about you." He seemed used to his wife interrupting him, it was an interesting dynamic that showed their partnership.

"Well, the pair of us work together in the Military."

"Spetsnaz?" Shuhrats mother whipped her head around and his father let out a huff.

"Obviously not Spetsnaz-" With a huff, the pair of them quickly went back and forth in Russian until Shuhrat cleared his throat. There was no hostility in the pair and you could tell that they had been together for a very long time.

"Ah, we met in the program, uh Rainbow. I'm part of NZSAS."

"Ah, so that explains the unique accent." She hummed while Shuhrats father raised his brows.

"Far away from home."

"The cold takes a little bit to get used to but I appreciate travelling."

"Mmm summer down there isn't it?" He leaned back in his chair.

"It is, overly humid and hot. I think I much prefer being in the winter. I haven't been back for a while. Most of the time I spend on base in England. I have a decent amount of responsibilities." He cocked a brow at this, interested in more.

"I'm the head of medical  in the same department as Shuhrat." Redhammer. "And one of the senior medical staff members in Rainbow."

"A doctor?" Shuhrats mother came into the room, placing lunch on the table. While most medical staff were assigned to Wolfgaurd you found yourself preferring to look after your fellow headstrong operatives. With high stakes and high danger, injury was bound to happen and you were there to keep them on their feet.

"Yes, I graduated school early and later received my bachelor's in paramedical studies which is what I worked as while I worked on becoming a doctor."

"Why not just stay as a paramedic?" She asked as she took her seat at the table, her husband starting to dish out the food.

"I suppose I had my taste of the medical field and I wanted to do more."

"And the military?" He asked, making eye contact as your plated was filled up.

"I have a friend who summed up the thinking behind it rather well. Sometimes you have to take a life to save a life." A chuckle was caught under his breath as he leaned back in his chair.

"Your friend speaks wise words."

"I couldn't agree more, sir."

With the television turned off, the lunch went by relatively quietly. Shuhrat said little, you had been taking the meeting in stride. After lunch you offered to help clean up, Shuhrat automatically went to do so but his father pulled him away to the lounge and muttered something only he could understand.

Alone in the kitchen, you started to get to work washing up while she dried and put away the plates. "I'm glad the Shuhrat could find someone that works with his lifestyle." She eventually hummed out.

"We work well together as a team. Both in the workplace and out."

"Mmm. Shuhrat has always been a quiet one, even as a child. You don't mind that?"

"I think it signifies the importance of when he does speak up. Besides, when it's the pair of us he's a little more chatty." You turned around and leaned your elbows on the sink, looking at him through the open doors. A pause rang out as she studied your face, you too focused on Shuhrat as your mind ran.

"I think we understand each other at a fundamental level. There are things we don't always agree on sure, but… I don't know how to explain it." You huffed turning to face her. She had a knowing look on her face, one added with a secretive grin. The plate in her hand was placed down and she turned to you.

"You know, when Shuhrat called off his engagement I was terrified. While the pair of us of course supported him, admittedly me a little less." She held her hand next to her mouth. "Don't tell him I said that." She gave you a wink. "I never wanted him to be alone. I always believed loneliness was one of the worst things to be inflicted with. I just didn't want him to make a mistake. But now, the way you look at him and the way he looks at you, it reminds me of when his father and I were younger." You raised your brows at this news. "Even now, I don't think I could live without my husband. Shuhrat has the same look that his father has. Of course, those two will deny it. Those big puppy eyes of his, ah, haven't seen that on Shuhrats face since he was a child." You could feel your face become hot at her words.

"What was he like as a kid?"

"Oh by far the most curious boy. Always ripping things apart, a small young boy. He always preferred to play by himself if he had the chance. His brother used to drag him to outings." She chuckled at the memory. A light flickered in her eyes as she leaned over to glance at them.

"Come with me." She whispered.

"What about the dish-"

"Oh don't worry about that, I can do them later." She stole your hand and pulled you along.

"Mind the fourth step, it squeaks." She told you as she lead you up the thin stairs. Up into her bedroom, she took you. She pulled a small stool out from under the bed and placed it in front of her wardrobe. It was a wooden wardrobe, a large one at that. At the top of it, there was a shelf that she reached up to.

A thick photo album was pulled out and she dropped it on the bed. With a pat on the covers, she encouraged you to come sit down. "When we came to Russia, this was one of the things that I made sure we brought. Shuhrat was about five when we came." She opened the book and flipped through a few pages until you saw an old picture of what seemed to be her with a baby in her arms.

"I'm pretty sure this is him. My memory's certainly feeling the effects of age." She joked as she pointed to the babe. Brown hair covered his head as his hand curled around the finger of someone out of shot. You presumed it to be his father.

"He was just the cutest little baby." She cooed before she turned the page. There were a few pictures there. One was of what looked like Shuhrat and his brother, he looked about nine years old at the time. The pair of them were both covered head to toe in mud both grins the size of the moon. A football sat on the ground in front of them.

"Shuhrat was a good shot in football. It was a shame it was just me there to witness that game. I'm sure he could have had a good career as a sports star if he wanted to. But he was always determined to follow his father's steps." She hummed and pointed to the photo next to it. He looked about six or seven at the time. His father was all dressed up in military formal wear and in his arms, Shuhrat clung to him. They both had smiles on their face.

"It was always hard raising those two practically alone but on the days when we were all a family, it really made it worth it. Sometimes when we were on holiday we would go out for picnics until late. Shuhrat always fell asleep in the card and we had to carry him back. He always was the most peaceful sleeper."  The next two pages were of his brother until it came to a full-page picture of Shuhrat in military uniform, similar to the one his father.

“I remember we were both so proud of him…” Her face dropped a little. “At the same time though we both worry about him. You would think after all these years I would have got used to worrying about my boys while they are out fighting. I think it only gets harder.” Her voice was low, sad but it lit up again when her eyes met yours. “I’m glad to know he has someone who cares about him looking out for him.” Her hand landed on yours and gave it a squeeze.

“Ona.” A voice snapped both your and hers attention. Shuhrat stood in the hallway staring at the book on the bed, a light pink tint under his eyes.

“You were a pretty adorable kid Shuhrat.” His eyes widened just a tad and the tint spread across his face. Not many things embarrassed him and while you felt a little guilty you couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at the sight.

“You should come join us and we can continue looking.”

“Thank you for the lunch Ona but we should be going. The snow is starting to pick up.” She let out a small laugh and closed the book.

“Your welcome to borrow it if you like-”

“No.”Shuhrats voice was deadpan which just made her laugh ever a bit harder. She stood up from the bed and walked over to him, her hand went to his face.

“Never change Shuhrat.” There was a call from downstairs and she replied with a roll of her eyes. Down the stairs you went, trailing behind Shuhrat.

“Thank you both for allowing me into your home, I had a lovely time.” Once again you were pulled into her arms.

“Oh it was nothing, visit again for next year's Christmas.”

“Perhaps more of a warning though Shuhrat.” His father said over his wife's shoulder before he too said goodbye with a hug. Shuhrat helped you back into your coat before you laced up your shoes once again. When he opened the door, a considerable increase of snow had made it home on the ground, lightly coating your partner's car. Shuhrat certainly wasn’t lying about the increase in snow.

“Drive safe!” Shuhrats' mother called as the pair of you approached the car. Shuhrat didn’t verbally reply, only giving her a single nod. You caught a glimpse of his face as you entered the car, a gentle smile. A content smile. Shuhrat was happy.

[pbandjesse]

Today was a really good day. I am absolutely exhausted. And also very cold! I am excited to go to sleep.

I slept okay last night. I was still in a weird mood and I think if effected my dreams. I slept in and I think that helped a lot. But I still probably could have slept more.

I don't remember James leaving. But I would be okay when I got up. I got dressed and felt really pretty today. My lip hurts but is healing. My hair and makeup were great. I was in a good mood.

I had a snack for breakfast while I waited to hear from my mom. She had picked up Aunt Nadine around 9 and should be to me around 1030. So I had a little time to kill. I picked up a few things. Hung out with sweetp. And watched tiktoks on the couch. And very soon mom called me that they were downstairs.

When I got down there I laughed at them because they had parked out front and the sidewalk was so high next to Mom's car that she couldn't open the door. It got stuck on the sidewalk. Which is something that used to happen when we had the Toyota so it was very funny. I directed her to move the car to the side street and it would be easier.

She brought boxes for me for packing which was very appreciated. Hugs all around and then I took them inside. There were many complaints about the steps but we made it upstairs and I gave a mini tour and sweetp was so chatty at them which I thought was funny. He's such a baby.

We wouldn't stay at the apartment for long. We all piled into my car (after Nadine got stuck in the door and I had to feed her. We were really off to a great start) and I drove us to lunch at the Southside diner.

I have never had to wait before but it's a Saturday and we went st s normal meal time so it wasn't shocking. Just not much space to wait.

It was funny seeing Nadine make friends with other people, complimenting necklaces and stuff. And I was just enjoying being with my mom. I was feeling really happy having her here.

We did eventually get a table and the food would come quick. I loved talked to them both though. About Disney and moving and the house and the feelings I've had and I was just enjoying having them be there. I hope this isn't a one time thing.

After we finished eating and paid, I drove us over to the museum to say hi to James. Seeing my mom give them a big hug was so cute. I went to use the bathroom and had a brand new experience!

There was a huge event at the museum today for school kids doing a city building challenge so there were a bunch of kids. And right outside the bathroom was a group of preteen girls in hijabs. They came in the bathroom after me and almost all immediately took the hijabs off! I was slightly shocked but also. It's an all women's space. So it makes sense. But it was like when someone takes off their bra at the end of the day and go. Whew! They all made that face! They fixed their hair and put some water behind their ears and readjusted. It was just so sweet. We smiled at each other when we were washing out hands.

I went to give James a hug to. Mom was looking at the gift shop. Stanley came through and I introduced him to mom. And he made a fuss about me being great. I told him we would be back at BMI tomorrow but it was just to busy today. He said he knew that was right. We headed out soon after that as more people were coming in.

We drove around the block twice because I was struggling to figure out how to park at AVAM. Which was making me very stressed out but Mom told me I was okay and I ended up finding a spot across the street. I didn't know how long we would be there so I absolutely overpaid the parking but it was $3 so whatever.

I brought my staff id card that I was given when I did the contract work with them last year and I asked if I could get a discount. Mom and Nadine were like we can pay we can pay and I'm like shhh I'm haggling. And I got us all in for free I'm the best.

And I had a really good time. The one exhibit was dozens of large scale quilted embroidery pieces that told all the memories of a Holocaust survivor. Just a wild feat. There was also a really interesting exhibit from a woman with down syndrome that made these wrapped pieces and they x-rayed one to show what was inside and that was really fascinating. I really enjoyed talking about the pieces with mom and Nadine. The interesting thing about the visionary museum is that it's all self taught outside artists and there are some really funky pieces and it's just really cool to see how silly or serious or political different things can be. To see the different influences. I really enjoyed seeing the pieces. I love seeing art and it always leaves me feeling so inspired.

Before we went to the second building we stopped in the gift shop. Where Nadine lost us and thought we left her. But we were just looking at the books. I got one about turquoise jewelry of the southwest and they had a basket of Disney pins so I got a few of those to share with Jess. And after mom talked to the cashier and one of the workers for a while we went to get Nadine and walked to the other building. I climbed up in the one structure and we had some nice conversations about art and the other building is fun because it's the painted screens and the whirligigs and Fifi the giant poodle is there. It was fun.

Mom and Nadine were sitting on a bench while I was turning all the cranks and pushing all the buttons for the whirligigs. Nadine was struggling to get their reservation to confirm for the hotel but got them on the phone and became best friends with the customer service person. I was glad they have a nice room to stay in.

I wanted to show them where the house is. So I drove us all to Patterson Park and parked outside of our new place. Mom was surprised how narrow it is. It's 15 feet across inside. It's a little place for sure but they both grew up in a row house so I don't think they should be very surprised. They both seemed to like the block and the neighborhood. And after I drove us around to the alley which was the first time I've done that and it was neat to see how it was laid out from that side. I am curious if we can park there. We will have to see. It might be helpful for moving. But also it's angle parking instead of parallel so that also might be nice.

Mom had to get out of the car to move a trash can. And then I drove us around the entirety of the park so they could see how nice the park and neighborhood was. I also showed them where it gets slightly rougher but even then neither of them seemed concerned. I felt very supported and was just having fun pointing stuff out and being a tour guide.

After driving around the whole park I pointed out again where the house was. And showed how close things were to what, I took us back to the apartment. We decided we would take a break and they would go lay down and we would meet back up for dinner. This seemed like the best plan. And it worked out beautifully.

Once I parked we had big hugs and they left to go to the hotel. And I went upstairs. I was chilly. But I wanted to get at least something done even if it was small. I pulled out my suitcase and got that a little more ready. With my new little bag that I made sure fits my water bottle and umbrella. And affixed my new pins. Packed the ones for Jess. I spent a few minutes trying to find my clean toiletry airport bag. Which I did finally find in my other suitcase. So I sorted my nonliquids and my liquids and was glad to at least get a little bit accomplished.

I laid in bed with sweetp for the next hour and a half. Until James came home. I was just really cold and it was cozy in bed so why would I leave. I was happy to see James. They had a very long day. And we're pretty tired. But they were ready to leave for dinner whenever we needed to.

Mom called me as James was telling me a story about their day and thought she heard yelling. No my husband just speaks in shouts when they are excited. We decided to meet at their hotel at 6. So me and James would leave the house at 545.

And when we got there we pulled into the valet and told them we were there to get my mom and my aunt and the valet man was very nice. Opening doors for them and such. And then we were off.

Matthews would be very busy. I am not used to going to meals at normal times. But it wasn't a terrible wait. I had brought out wedding book to show Nadine so we had something to pass the time. I talked to the people waiting next to us and recommended the Thai pie to them and after they are they thanked me for the excellent recommendation. Which made me feel really good.

Nadine got tired of standing to wait and went and store a seat and I was very worried the waitress would be mad at us but it would be fine. And that's the table we ended up sat at anyway. And it took a while because they had just had a three table family party that obviously overloaded them a little but I was having fun talking and telling stories about hello kitty and giving a presentation on my wishlist for the year and explaining how the CIA selling weapons to Osama lead to Ellen losing her talk show and it was all very silly and fun.

And the food was great. I love Mathews and I'm really glad it worked out even if it was a little wait. I was happy with my family.

After we finished and paid I had James take out picture outside. And I just felt so much love.

We took them back to the hotel. I got out of the car to give hugs. And confirmed our plan for the morning. And then me and James headed home.

We got back here in one piece. James had music going and was singing and dancing at me. Being a goof. Love my silly husband.

I would take a shower. And got in my jammies and now we are in bed and I am really ready to sleep. I hope my mom and my aunt are resting and having fun being girls together in a hotel. I hope they have a nice view from their room. And I really hope we have fun tomorrow.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. Kiss your cats for me. Love you guys. Goodnight!

[russellsppttemplates]

Pamper Night (George Russell)

Little Russel has been tiring their mom out and they're not even born yet

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Tw: pregnancy

"Text me when you get there okay?", you said after George gave you one last hug, "Of course darling, anything you need call Cara or myself, okay?", he said as he bid goodbye, his car leaving the house so he could join the team for race weekend.

Getting inside with Maya, the cocker spaniel you and George got after four years of dating, she followed you to the kitchen, the constant pregnancy hunger definitely a thing nowadays, "so, baby Russell, tell me, are we feeling some puddding or some savoury pastry?", you spoke outloud, Maya wiggling her tail at the prospect of you letting something fall on the floor before you settled on the pudding, grabbing one of the cocker spaniel's treats and giving it to her before washing your hands and grabbing a spoon, eating the sweet food before heading to the bedroom, needing to get ready for the evenig plans of sitting on your bed and watching a comedy show rerun while you waited to hear from your husband once he arrived safely at his hotel. You got the message 4 hours later, a picture of his face with a goodnight wish, leaving you with a bit smile on your face. Despite missing him dearly when you couldn't be at his races, he was doing his dream job and you couldn't be prouder of him.

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You were watching the qualifying laps, the numbers on the TV screen seeming quite good for George, the odds pointing to a start within the first 5 grid places, and given the track and how the car had been performing, it was as incredible result. It wasn't long before Maya needed to go outside ao you got up and opened the door for her, watching her run around for a bit before getting back inside, following you like the little shadow she was. You were in the middle of a shower when you heard your phone ring, washing the rest of the soap suds from your body before getting out, wrapping your hair and body in towells as you made your way into the bedroom, seeing that George had tried to FaceTime you so, placing your phone on top of the chest of drawers, you were putting on your undies while it rang your husband, "Why am I looking at our ceiling, darling?", you heard his chucke through the phone speaker when you noticed the phone had slid down, instead of showing you it was showing him the white ceiling instead, "sorry, I was just having a shower and apparently our furniture is slippery", you giggled, finding a small face towell to create grip so that your phone would stay upright, "Congratulations on P3, my love, we're very proud of you!", you said as you grabbed your body cream, starting to rub it on damp skin like it instructed too while you heard your husband talk about his laps, "we were so sure we would have trouble with the turns but it turns out that the car is doing far better than we expected, which leaves us hopeful for tomorrow's race", he said, a smile etched on his lips when he noticed you bringing your hands to your bump. Your pregnancy was very much wanted between you and George, and he loved it even more when he started noticing the bump grow, an actual visual and touchable sign that you were growing his baby in your tummy, the sight never failed to make him smile and thank his lucky stars, "That's good, you guys deserve it with all the work you've put in", you said, noticing his attention was on your middle section, "Little one has been moving a lot today", you commented as you tapped above your belly button, "yeah? Are they excited for daddy possibly getting a podium tomorrow?", George asked on the other end of the line, "Oh, they know daddy is getting P1 tomorrow".

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Texting your husband congratulations after his race win, knowing he still had media duties and meeting to attend, you made your way to the kitchen so you could grab some snacks while you watched the post race interviews on TV, getting a quick text from your husband saying he was boarding the plane and he would be home after dinner time thanks to the race location.

George parked the car on the garage, having noticed the dim lighting from the living room window when he entered the property, grabbing his bags and leaving them at the entrance where he was greeted by an enthusiastic Maya, "Hello Maya, how was your weekend? Did you have fun without me?", he said as he layed on her back, asking for some more belly scratches, George giving them to her before he thought it was odd that you had yet to join them. Your waddling wasn't that slow when he left and it suddenly didn't get slower over four days. Urging Maya to follow him into the living room, he was greeted with a picture worthy moment as you were lying on your side, one arm by your side on the sofa while the other cradled your Mercedes team t-shirt cladded bump, a sudden movement you made making it rise from your thigh and revealing you were wearing one of George's boxers. Taking a picture so he could have the memory forever, George approached you on the sofa, stroking your bump when he felt you start to wake up from your nap, "Hi, you could have gone to bed, you didn't need to wait for me", he said softly, allowing you to get used to the stimuli around you, "you're home", you squealed opening your arms so he could cuddle you on the sofa. Carefully scooting around you, George managed to lay your back on his chest, his hand continuing his previous ministrations on your bump and thighs as you told him about what you and Maya had been up to during the weekend, "and after you said you were boarding I swear I only got up for some food while I watched the interviews, but I was so tired I must have fallen asleep", you blushed, pregnancy really making your fall asleep anywhere and anytime of the day.

Holding his arms so he could help you get up, George laced his fingers in yours so you could both head upstairs to your shared bedroom, his voice soothing as he announced he was giving a pamper night routine, "Do you want to change out of those?", he asked gently, grabbing your pyjamas while he watched the same view he had seen on his phone few days before, "Come here, daddy missed his loves", he said as you layed down on the bed, George's hand easing the pain on your hips and back before rubbing oil on your bump, kissing every each of skin he could, "you're incredible, my love. I'll never be able to thank you for allowing me to experience this with you", he muttered, "Well, if you keep doing these pamper nights I think you're up to a good start!".

[onlyhereforthestories]

Breaking Points Lead To Great Life Lessons (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

To the wonderful anon that requested this time ago and proceded to stick with me even though it has taken an age to get this out for you. I hope you are okay and I hope this does you proud <3

You and Alexia had just got in from training, the former was heading up to shower as she had free kick practice after normal training so didn’t get a chance to have one at the ground. You had sent her off with a quick kiss and a promise to make some chicken salad for the two of you for dinner.

What Alexia had not expected was to come back downstairs and find you curled up in a ball on the floor, phone face down to the side of you and a broken bowl on the floor it’s salad contents spilled around you. She rushed to your side and pulled you into her, when you didn’t respond to her asks of if you were okay she started to panic.

It was then that she heard the faint sound of another voice, crackly and quite but it was definitely a voice. Picking up your phone she noticed your dads name on the screen so quickly put it to her ear. “Roger? Are you okay? Y/n isn’t talking what’s happened?” Her English always came out harder when she was feeling any type of emotional so your dad had a hard time understanding.

“Alexia, y/n’s mother was in a car accident.” The elder man couldn’t get anything more out before he himself dissolved into sobs over the phone. Alexia was slightly lost on what to do, you were sat emotionless in her arms and your father who was now alone, was sobbing a few thousand miles away.

From the sounds of the broken man the prognosis of your mother must not be good. In fact she is assuming right now that the outcome has been fatal. In an attempt to get some sort of grip on reality Alexia tells your father you both will be there by tomorrow and that if he needs anything to call before hanging up.

She makes you look at her by pulling her chin up with her finger, what she sees when she looks in your eyes scares her. It’s like you are looking at nothing, straight through her. Deciding now isn’t the time to deal with that side of things she stands up pulling you with her.

“Bebé I need you to go and get a shower while I find us a flight. Don’t worry about anything else okay just wash up.” You didn’t say a word to her just walked past her and down the hallway towards the master bedroom that held your shared bathroom. Alexia waited to hear the shower turn on before she set to work. She got you on the latest flight out tonight, texted your dad those details, packed a small bag for the both of you and called Jonathan to explain what was going on. He granted you all the time off you needed and gave Alexia the freedom to decide what she thought was best for her.

Alexia knew what it was like to lose a parent, she knew the hole that feels like it is opening up underneath your own feet. Also, alexia knew you. She knew that you weren’t one to show your emotions and a lot of the time she knew your lack of processing information that causes a negative emotion. With this in mind, Alexia was determined to not let you fall down the rabbit hole of negative processing.

Grabbing both your phones she made her way into where she knew you would now be as the shower had stopped long ago. She wasn’t prepared to see what she found, you were still wrapped in a towel with your hair dripping down your neck. You eyes were unfocused but your hands were clenched so hard around the towel that she was worried you might hurt yourself.

“Hey hermosa. Let’s get you dressed. We need to get on a plane and see your dad.” This caused the first bit of emotion to play across you face. She saw a bit of joy cross your face before the expression turned to one of hurt and back to nothing.

You genuinely didn’t know how to handle this. When Alexia mentioned seeing your dad you were happy, you hadn’t seen him in ages properly but with that came the remembrance that your mother would no longer be by his side. You would never see her at your games again, you would never hear her laugh or taste her Shepard's pie. You would never see her smile.

You wanted so hard to be stronger than this, you wanted to cry and sob and scream at the world for taking one of the most important people to you. Most importantly right now you wanted to seek comfort in your fiancée but you couldn’t. All you could do was sit and stare.

The plane journey was uneventful, you let Alexia pull you wherever you needed to go. You forced down the food she brought you for her sake even if it was the last thing you wanted. You could tell she was worrying but trying to hide it for your benefit.

When you got through the nothing to declare part of the arrivals side of the airport you were pleasantly surprised to find your dad waiting. Without a thought you dropped everything and ran into his waiting arms. Alexia was quick to gather your bits and then slow to make her way over to you. She wanted to give you both a moment together.

When she reached you, she felt a sense of home when you sought out her hand whilst snuggled into your father chest. When she gave it to you, you tugged her into the hug too and Alexia had to stop herself from tearing up over the fatherly love.

The three of you stood there for as long as you needed soaking in the comfort and knowing that when you left you had to face the first challenge of the next week or so. Home without your mum.

You walked into your childhood home with a sense apprehension, you have loved this place all your life and have very good memories here. So when you don’t hear the normal excited shout announcing your own arrival or receive the normal bone crushing hug you would upon arrival you deflate.

This was the point it fully set in, she was gone and now your dad was alone. Without saying a word to the other two current occupants of the house, you made your way up and into your old room.

“Has she been like this the whole time?” Alexia could hear the panicked tone you fathers voice was consumed by. The concern for his daughter and how she was coping with the life changing news obviously his highest priority.

“Yeah I found her face completely blank when I spoke to you earlier. She has not said a single word since I found her but I have managed to get her to eat.” Your dad let out a small smile at that something that caused an eyebrow on Alexia’s perfectly sculpted face to quirk in question.

“She never eats when she’s sad. Never has done since she was a little girl. Anne couldn’t even get her to eat something when she shut down, she really loves you.” Alexia was left stunned a bit, she’d been around when you had gone through more than one of these emotional shut downs but for some reason she had never thought about your lack of eating.

It brought a small smile to match your dads to her face. You must have done that for her, even on your worst day you chose to do something in order to help her worry settle. God you were amazing.

With that brief moment of good shared between them, Alexia bid your dad goodnight. It was already 2am and she wanted nothing more than to get you to rest before tomorrow.

“Hola bebé, are you ready to sleep?” You turned and faced the woman for the first time in acknowledgement of her speaking to you. You looked over her casual form and noticed the tired eyes the woman had trained on you.

For the first time since you heard the news you spoke, the woman needed it and she was your rock. “Si.” It may have only been a word but it sent a smile straight to your lovers face, your only goal.

That night Alexia held you tight, bodies as close as they could get, wanting nothing more than to take your pain away. But she knew she couldn’t so she vowed to be there for you in any and every way she could.

A few days passed before the funeral, those days had been filled with aunts and uncles you haven’t seen in years popping by to offer their help, funeral planning and preparations as well as training. You were still a professional footballer after all with a season that was fast approaching.

Plus training with Alexia has always been one of your favourite things to do, it always brought you a sense of calm and comfort to know you were both on the same path.

You had just got in from a run with the Spanish beauty when the reality of the day stood right in your face. Your dad was sat in tears in a suit on the sofa staring at a picture of your mum. It could have only been taken in the last month or so because you didn’t recognise it.

Alexia put her worry about your grieving process to the side, gave your hand a squeeze and pushed your shoulder in the direction of the stairs, a silent request to go get yourself ready. With a nod to her you walked over to your dad and placed a gentle kiss on his head before doing what the woman had silently asked you.

Alexia was losing her way a little bit, she didn't know the best way to help you and she now didn't know how to help your father. you had been hiding within yourself since she found you on the floor that night and as much as Alexia had tried, she could get you to see you were hurting yourself more.

She took a moment to look at you dad before copying your actions allowing him the space he obviously so desperately needed right now. The only thing running through her mind was this wasn’t going to be a good day.

The funeral was perfect, you and your dad got everything so right that it felt like your mother herself had planned everything like she used too. The songs they chose matched the taste Alexia knew your mother had, the flowers arrangements were focused around her favourite lilies ones that you and Alexia brought her whenever you’d visit.

Cremation was what she had wanted, same way your dad wanted that when the time canes and now in turn you wanted it too. So as your dad finished his speech and everyone was allowed their moment to shed the tears it brought on, Alexia glanced your way.

Again she found you blank, not a tear stain in sight, not even watery eyes. Now wasn’t the time for her to worry so she just tugged the hand that was in hers over to her lap so she could keep you close. You had chosen not to speak, it didn’t come as a shock to either Alexia or her dad being as you still had only said that one word to Alexia.

You did write a letter though. A letter that was just for your mum, no one else had read it and you had asked the funeral people to put it in her coffin with her. Those words would die with her, they would burn when she dies and you hoped that would be enough closure for you.

Everyone that came was in your back garden. With it being summer it meant your dad didn’t have to rent a space to hold the celebration of life party as he has dubbed it. You, well Alexia through your direction, had sorted a manned BBQ out back and got in food to feed your family.

After the initial I’m so sorries and the tear filled hugs, everyone grabbed a drink of their choice and headed into the garden. You were sat on the last seat when you realised Alexia wasn’t there. Looking at your dad next to you he pointed into the kitchen window where you saw her washing up some bits that had already been left on the side. You smiled a small smile for what could have been the first time in a week and felt your heart beat happily. She was the best thing that ever happened to you and without her you didn’t know if you could survive this. But you would because you had so much life to live with her by your side.

Your dad grabbed your hand to bring you back from your thoughts. “Darling, your aunt asked how you met Alexia.” What with your schedules being what they were, you had only really ever got to introduce Alexia to your extended family. They didn’t know much other than that which is already public knowledge.

Clearing your throat you spoke in a quiet tone. “We met when I joined Barca. She was captain and I didn’t know Spanish or the city so she showed me. Helped me learn the language.” You didn’t elaborate more and you could tell they wanted to ask more but your dad started talking.

“I remember the first time y/n brought her home, she had sent us a message saying she was bringing someone important home and that I should not dare be my and I quote, my normal embarrassing self. Now you all know me this was a challenge so what did I do.” He looked over at you briefly to see Alexia making her way over to the group over your shoulder. As Alexia reached you she leaned down to place a kiss on your temple and was surprised when you pulled at the hand resting on your shoulder. Your father smiled as you pulled her round and into your lap hugging her as if she would drift away otherwise. “Alexia want to finish this part I know y/n loves it when you get involved in the teasing.”

The belly laugh the woman on you let out brought the smile back to your face again. “Of course Rog. He turned up at the airport with as much Barca gear on as humanly possible. Had a sign with y/n + someone special on it and in the car was a baby photo album for me to flick through.” You groaned into the woman’s back at the memory, you hadn’t even made it to your mum that day and Alexia had seen your naked baby butt more times than she ever should.

You spent the evening sitting sharing stories surrounded by your family, but all the mattered to you was the two most important people in your life were sat with you. The smile on your dads face was one that still held pain behind it but his eyes were shining after some stories and Alexia was all you needed to know life was going to be okay.

Getting into bed, Alexia climbed in behind you and pulled you into her chest. “Amor, I'm going to say this now because I think you need to hear it but first te quiero." She pressed a small delecate kiss to the back of your neck before continuing.

"I know it’s hard right now and I know you are struggling but you learn to live with it. I know that’s not the best thing to hear and I know you might want to hear it gets better but in all honesty it doesn’t. You’re going to miss her and think about her but that gets easier to live with. The hole in your heart gets a bridge so that when you think about her you don’t fall, you just look down and remember all the good times and all the good memories. So in a way it does get better because you learn to live in this new reality. I will be with you every step of the way, I’m not leaving your side unless you tell me too and even then I’ll make sure it’s actually what you want. We’ve got this bebé, you’ve got this.”

You wiped the first tear that has fallen since you found out the news from your eye before turning around and burying your head in your favourite persons neck. “Yo también te amo.”

Leaving your dad this time was one of the hardest things you had to do. Alexia had made sure you left for the airport with plenty of time so that you could soak in all his warmth and love for as long as you needed once you get there. And you did just that, an hour after you had arrived you finally let go of the only man who you have ever loved.

He promised he would be okay and that he would call frequently. Alexia gave him the option to come live with you guys for a bit one last time to which he declined. He had things he needed to sort out here and he was determined to do it.

With one final hug each he kissed you both on the cheek and sent you off to security.

Boarding the flight was easy, perks of being a professional footballer, getting through the flight was harder. Even though it was only just over an hour Alexia could feel your shifting and toe tapping from the moment you set off.

“He’s going to be okay. He’s the strongest man we know and I have every faith in him. You’ve got to trust that hermosa.” You looked at her and nodded. You know he is and knew he would be okay but you still worried. He was on his own for the first time in 35 years. That’s going to be hard but then again your dad had always been the problem solver of the family, the glue that held you all together.

“I’ve never felt this lucky to have such and amazing second family. After my dad died I never thought I’d get into anything like this. I swore love like this was only for fiction but then you came along. You showed me how fresh and wonderful love can be and then you gave me this second family. Your dad has become one of my biggest supporters and I will always be sad that my dad never got to meet him, you are my rock and I never want to do life without you again. I’m just so grateful for you hermosa and I know you’ve got this.”

You still didn’t have the voice to say much so you didn’t the only thing you could think of to show the woman next to you just how much her words meant. You pulled her by her neck into a bruising kiss, your lips moved in a languid pace as you were aware of where you were. Just before you pulled away you sucked her bottom lip into you mouth something which you knew was teasing her. You just wanted her to know you believed her and were going to work towards being okay.

The rest of the flight was spent reading through the work Jona had sent you both and getting plans set on how you were going to get back into kicking ball.

The first day back was the hardest, you had yet to tell any of the girls why thou and Alexia had been absent for a little over a week and so whenever they could they would ask. You still weren’t talking much so Alexia was brushing them off.

You had just finished training in your specific positions and were getting some fluids on board when you snapped. Mapi had followed you and kept asking what scandalous stuff you and Alexia had done whilst missing training. It was only when she started saying about sex that you broke and shouted.

“My mother died okay. We were in England burning her fucking corpse.” You didn’t wait to see the backlash of your outburst, you ripped your bib off and stormed into the changing room.

Alexia was far enough away to not hear what Mapi was saying but the whole of the training facility could hear what you said. With a quick glare at the obviously shocked and guilty looking defender Alexia ran after you.

After a small amount of time searching, she found you full clothed in the shower. From the looks of your face she could tell you were still trying to hold it together, to stop the feelings from showing.

“Can I come in?” She didn’t want to spook you but was relieved when she saw your small nod. Stepping into the spray she got a small shock from the cold, before sitting next to you she turned the temperature up a little bit so neither of you would catch a cold and then plopped down.

“Hermosa you can’t keep going on like this. It’s not healthy. Hiding your feelings away only makes them come out in ugly ways like shouting that I know you already regret. We can’t push down our emotions like this for a day let alone 2 weeks like you have. And the emotions you are feeling over something so terrible are all okay to feel. Can you look at me?” She slowly brought her hand to the side of your face so she could catch your eyes.

“It’s okay to not be okay. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to scream. I’ll be right here to hold you up until you can stand on your own again.” With that the dam inside you broke. You crumpled forward into the woman who had become your safe haven and you cried. You let out all the anguish that has been building inside of you since you answered that call 2 weeks ago.

You screamed for the mother you lost, sobbed for the memories you would never make and banged your fist against the floor for your father who now had to go through life without his first love. You let yourself be vulnerable, you let the woman you lived hold you up for the brief moment in time you couldn’t yourself and you let your feelings go.

“I’ve been so scared. I thought that if I kept it in I wouldn’t have to feel vulnerable, I wouldn’t have to burden you with this pain. I thought that maybe, just maybe if I didn’t cry about it she wouldn’t be actually gone, that my dad wouldn’t have to live the rest of his life without her. That she’d be there for the rest of my milestones. But that didn’t work it just got worse and worse and it hurt so bad. Lo siento Alexia I didn’t mean to do this. Lo siento I wasn’t better than this.” Alexia shushed you. She pulled you tighter to her and rocked slightly.

“No sorry is needed mi amor. You dealt with it how you needed to at the time and that’s okay. But you have to know that being vulnerable isn’t a bad thing, it just means you are human. It just means that you need a little help sometimes to get through the tough days. And that’s what I’m here for and I know you will be there for mine. You have been in the past.”

You both sat there soaking up the comfort and love you both needed right now. It wasn’t until you heard footsteps approaching that you realised how long you must have been sitting there. When the door to the changing room opened you stood up and turned the shower off.

You squared your shoulders and held out your hand for Alexia to take. When she gave you a questioning look you smiled lightly and said. “I have an apology to give and a story to tell. Maybe then one of the girls out there won’t do what I tried. Maybe I can stop on of them from bottling it up till the point where it has no where else to go but out.”

With a couple of pecks to the lips of encouragement and a hug so tight it felt a little like she was putting your broken prices back together, you walked out into the room full of your football family ready to share what you hoped would become a helpful piece of advice.

[idy-ll-ique]

A Good Look.

Pairing: Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: major angst, lil bit of fluff

Warnings: mentions of blood and wounds, domestic violence (no graphic descriptions). hella curse words in one paragraph. one infinity war reference ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Requested: nope

Summary: reader works at a bar owned by the notorious mob boss. he immediately takes a liking to her; unfortunately, she's taken. but is she happy in her relationship? hm, not quite...

Author's Note: hiya peeps! enjoy!

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For her, it started small. It was her first day working. When Y/N had seen him walk into the bar, flanked by two of his closest friends, sure— for a moment, she was stunned, as were the other women working with her, but then as soon as he was out of sight, she returned to her work, ignoring her friends as they talked about the man.

Y/N knew better. She knew the kind of man he was, the way he was with a different woman almost every day and she knew better than to develop any kind of feelings for him. Plus, she was a taken woman herself, thinking about another man while being in a relationship with someone had to be wrong, right?

That's why she wanted an out— to break up with her current boyfriend. And he even made it easier for her by being the worst fucking boyfriend on the planet earth. She had hundreds of reasons as to why she was breaking up with him, the only question was when she could do it. Anyway, back to James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes...

Y/N couldn't help it. She went from ignoring him, to stealing small glances at him, to dreaming about him to thinking about him 24/7 in a matter of months.

Y/N worked as a bartender at one of the bars that the mobster owned. Heck, Bucky Barnes owned half the city, but that bar was one of his favorite places to visit. He went there everyday, most days not having a drink, but keeping a watchful gaze on the events that took place around the bar. There would be fights sometimes, and sometimes, the older men would hit on the young bartenders.

He didn't care, of course he didn't. That is, until he saw her. The moment he laid his eyes on her, her name still unknown to him, he was enamored. He kept looking over at her as she worked, sometimes giggling along with the other bartenders, sometimes cracking jokes that made all of them keel over in laughter.

Every time he saw her laughing, his heart fluttered in his chest and a warmth settled over him. He felt light-headed and giddy, even though he didn't drink. Within a few months, he was sure, he wanted her to be his indefinitely. Y/N, however, was shocked at his behavior, not knowing that she was the one who stole his heart.

His promiscuity stopped within the first week of him noticing Y/N. He no longer had one-night stands, no more dames by his side as he attended lavish parties, and the news had caught on. Who is the woman who won the mobster's affections? Y/N had read in a paper one morning. She felt… kind of relieved that he wasn't a playboy anymore.

It wasn't a good look on him.

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Y/N was cleaning the counter with a rag when she heard the door opening and closing. Ugh, another customer. She looked up and grimaced as she saw one of the old, pervy bastards sitting in front of her, a smile on his face. "Good evening, sir, what can I get you?" She kept the annoyance from seeping into her voice.

He gave her his order and leaned forward, which caused Y/N to unconsciously lean back. "Change your mind today?" he smirked, picking up the glass just as Y/N set it down in front of him, causing their fingers to brush. She shuddered. "No," she replied politely, glancing around the room, hoping someone would come save her. As if. That's when their eyes met.

Y/N found herself staring at the man of her dreams, who was sitting in the corner of the bar with his friends. And he was staring straight back at her. Y/N gulped and turned away from him, instead focusing on the man in front of her who was shamelessly flirting with the woman who had to be at least 20 years younger than him.

"Stop flirting with my employee and let her do her job."

The entire bar froze the moment James Buchanan Barnes got up from his seat, heading towards Y/N. Y/N's breath caught in her throat at his cool but threatening tone as he stared at the pervert, his eyebrows raised. The bar was silent as the man gulped and backed away from the counter, running out of the door like a chicken. Y/N stared at the floor.

"Hey."

She looked up and audibly gulped again, wincing in embarrassment when she realized that he had to know how scared she was. "Mr Barnes," she greeted, though it came out more like a squeak as her voice cracked. Please, go away, don't stand so close to me, I can't take it, go away, she kept muttering in her head.

"You okay?" he asked gently, not wanting the poor woman to collapse from anxiety. Some sadistic part of him liked it that she was so afraid of him, but mostly, he just wanted to make her feel comfortable. "Yeah." Y/N relaxed a bit at his question when she realized he wasn't going to hurt or fire her.

"Good." Then he walked away like he hadn't just set Y/N's entire body on fire by talking to her. As he sat back down on his seat, he inwardly cursed himself for not asking her her name. I don't even know the name of the woman I have fallen head over heels for, nice going Barnes! Gah! He ran a hand through his hair, glaring at nothing in particular.

He stayed until it was closing time, and found out something so incredible that his heart soared at the information. Y/N was the only employee who stayed until closing time. Y/N groaned loudly in the seemingly empty bar as she swept the place, not noticing the mobster boss sitting in the dark corner, watching her.

"Fuck you, Y/N. Fuck. You. Literally. What was the fucking reason?!" Y/N grumbled to herself, her voice reverberating off the walls in the empty place. "He was just checking up on you. Why the fuck did you treat him like he was the monster?! You dumbass. Ugh, I'm gonna have to make it up to him; what if he fires me?!" Y/N couldn't help the tears.

"He checked up on you and no thank you. What an ungrateful little bitch you are, you… you fucking idiot," Y/N continued speaking through the tears. "Maybe a free drink when he comes back tomorrow? Hah, as if, he owns the fucking bar. What should I do? Sleep with him? As if. Fuck. Shit."

"How about we start by washing your mouth with a soapbar, doll?"

Y/N froze when she heard him. Oh God, he was still here. "M-Mr Barnes?" she stammered, turning towards the voice. Bucky got up from his seat and strode towards her, making sure to keep some distance between them as he stopped in front of her. "Do you always ramble to yourself while you work?" he questioned amusedly.

When she had started rambling, he was confused. Who was she talking about? Then, he connected the dots. At first he was a bit amused but as her speech continued, he couldn't take it. How can someone degrade themselves so much? Y/N couldn't answer him, her vocal cords tied in a knot in her throat.

"I asked you something, and I'm waiting for an answer." At the authoritative tone she looked up at him, her eyes wide. "I— uh, yeah, it's— it's, um, become a habit," she muttered, breathing heavily. What was he going to do to her? "You shouldn't cuss yourself out so much, doll," he frowned, crossing his arms. And without thinking, she replied, "Sorry."

"That man was clearly bothering you, I did what I had to do. I didn't expect anything in return. Sure, a thank you would've been nice," he teased lightly, "But please, never talk to yourself like that ever again, okay?" His gentleness turned something inside of Y/N and suddenly, she felt relaxed. Like she had known him for years.

"Okay. Oh, and, thank you." She gave him a smile so winsome that all he wanted to do was hold her against him and never let go. "Hold on, maybe there is something you can do." The smile disappeared, replaced by a frown. "What is it?" she asked him, blinking. "Can we talk? Maybe you can tell me about yourself, and I can get to know you better."

So she did. Both of them sat at the bar with Bucky's favorite beer poured in mugs, talking. Y/N told him about how she was a university student, and that she had taken the job because she was in need of money. "You aren't scared? A lot of shit happens here, doll," Bucky commented, sipping his beer. "I don't know… it doesn't faze me as much as it should."

"And me! I'm the most dangerous man in the city and yet, you agreed to sit here with me, alone." At that, a smile bloomed on Y/N's face, the beer getting to her head, loosening her up. She looked away from him, almost shyly. "You saved me today, Mr Barnes. How can I not trust the guy who saved me?" Bucky's heart started hammering in his chest.

"Thank you, Y/N, that means a lot," he spoke sincerely. "You're welcome! So, uh, I actually have to go to uni early tomorrow, so… I'd like to go home, please?" He immediately nodded at her words, helping her off the stool. He even helped her finish her chores before she locked the main door and turned around, smiling at Bucky.

"Well, this is it, I guess. Goodbye, Mr Barnes."

"Let me drop you home, please." And he did, pestering her until she agreed to get in his car. She insisted her apartment building was only a 15-minute walk away from the bar, but he wouldn't listen. "A lot can happen in 15 minutes, doll." And Y/N couldn't help but snort. "That's what she said." Her joke made him laugh so hard that he almost swerved the car into the sidewalk.

As Y/N stared at the laughing man, she felt tingly inside. Her feelings rushed to her; butterflies in her stomach. When they reached home, again, he insisted on dropping her off at her apartment, but Y/N declined. And this time, he didn't fight it. "Goodnight, Mr Barnes," she told him with a sweet smile, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

He had been such a gentleman that day, he deserved it. "Bucky will do, my love. Be safe, okay? We'll meet tomorrow." With that, he drove off.

And for the first time in months, Y/N went to sleep happy, giddy and absolutely satisfied.

So did Bucky.

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After that one incident in the bar, Y/N and Bucky became close. When he was at the bar, Y/N was the center of his attention. He was the one who now sat in front of her, talking to her about his day and asking her about hers. "Tell me about your uni, doll," or, "Do you know what they did to me today? Ugh! Maniacs!"

Soon, everyone in the bar started giving them space. They knew the two were not sleeping together, but Barnes had, at last, found a female friend. How did they know the two were not sleeping together, you ask? Simple. Y/N still had a boyfriend. An abusive one, so she didn't tell Barnes.

After finding out about the events that had taken place at the bar that day between Y/N and Bucky, her boyfriend had reached new heights of jealousy and insecurity, not hesitating to raise a hand on his own girlfriend as he blatantly accused her of cheating on him with the mobster. It wasn't true by a long shot, and it hurt.

Y/N hadn't told Bucky about her boyfriend, because she knew that if she told him, he'd kill her boyfriend. She was about to break up with him anyway, so getting Bucky involved would only create more problems. A peaceful break up, and it was over. Unfortunately, peace was not involved on the day of the inevitable break up...

Bucky was already at the bar, but was grumpy since Y/N wasn't there. He was so desperate that he had asked one of her friends if she knew where the woman was. But the other woman could only shake her head, indicating that she didn't know. Bucky ran a hand through his hair, his eyes trailing to the door the moment he heard it opening. He froze.

Everybody did.

Y/N was standing there, a very noticeable dark red patch on her white t-shirt. When she noticed that everyone was staring at her, especially Bucky, it made her nervous. Should've stayed at home. For a moment, she actually did consider going back out through the door but Bucky spoke up first. "Y/N, come here. Everyone out, bar's closed."

His tone was something she had never heard before. A mixture of annoyance, hurt, worry, but mostly anger. In another scenario, the scene of all the people scrambling out of the tiny door would've been extremely hilarious. But here, no one was laughing. Y/N stood frozen until the door closed behind her.

"I asked you to come here, doll."

Instinctively, she strode towards him, stopping just a few inches away. He stared down at her, jaw clenched. Being a mobster, he was used to seeing blood and could identify it easily. And it was definitely blood that was covering almost a sixth of Y/N's t-shirt. "Lift your shirt. Take it off, right now," he snarled.

Y/N, not wanting him to take his anger out on her, immediately ripped the t-shirt off of her, standing in front of him in her sports bra, a deep gash just under her left breast. Y/N flinched when his fingers came in contact with her wound and Bucky immediately retracted his arm. "What happened?" His tone changed. Now, it was simply full of hurt.

"He stabbed me." Bucky's hands balled into fists at his side. One name, all he needed her to do was give him a name and the bastard was dead, whether she liked it or not. "Who did?" "My boyfriend." Bucky went rigid at her words. All this time, she was taken? "You have a…?" She shook her head, letting her tears fall free. "Not anymore." That reassured him.

"I decided to break up with him today. Decided to do it before my shift here, so my job could distract me. He… he didn't like it. And he…" Y/N choked out through the tears. Bucky's body was boiling with anger. "Tell me his name right now." Y/N started feeling light-headed. "Bucky…" she whispered feebly, swaying on her spot. And he cursed loudly when she fell forward, unconscious.

He carried her out of the bar, put her in his car and drove above the speed limit to his place. He had a private infirmary at his mansion, where he knew Y/N would be the safest. Once he was home, not caring that his expensive suit was getting ruined by blood, he ran to the infirmary, Y/N in his arms. The doctors took her in for an operation and they had to admit—

They had never seen the mobster look so scared.

After he was sure Y/N was in good hands, Bucky went to the sitting room, where his friend, Sam, sat. "Pull out everything you can get on Y/N. Check everything. Social media— I need the name of her ex boyfriend." Sam got to work instantly, not wanting to aggravate the man. Turns out, he didn't have to search for long. "[Name]."

Sam told Bucky everything he could about the man. By the end, Bucky was seething. "Send some men over. Finish him." Again, Sam agreed without argument, rushing out of the room. And so, Bucky waited. He sat in the spacious sitting room all alone, holding his head in his hands, trying his best not to tear up.

---

"Bucky?"

It had been 6 hours since he brought her to his place. He startled and turned around to see Y/N standing at the door, leaning against it for support. This time, he did tear up and not caring about his dignity, he ran forward and pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her neck, sobbing like a little child. "Bucky, I'm fine, I really am," Y/N insisted in vain.

"I almost lost you today," Bucky sniffled, pulling away from her. She wiped his tears off, giving him a small smile. After spending a lot of time with the man, she had come to realize that he was nothing but a big softie, who put on a façade 24/7. He cared about her like no one else. He was so good to her.

And finally, her feelings were justified.

"You didn't lose me, though. I'm right here," she grinned. Her grin made him smile and he took her face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Come here." Both of them walked into the room and he pulled her onto his lap, holding her close, thinking if he let go, she would turn to dust right in front of him.

"How bad is the wound?"

"Not that bad, actually, it was a kitchen knife." He moved to trace the wound through her t-shirt when he noticed it. She wasn't in her t-shirt, she was wearing one of his. This time, he didn't fight the urge. "God, I fucking love you so much, doll." Bucky grabbed her chin, pressing his lips to hers. She didn't fight it either.

"I… I love you too, Bucky."

She buried her face in his neck and he held her close, pressing tiny kisses to her cheek and forehead. "You're finally mine, baby girl. Ever since I saw you at the bar, I was smitten. Do you know what a torture it was for me?" he mumbled against her cheek. "Same. I, um…" He chuckled when he felt her skin warming against him.

"I'm going to treat you like the queen you are, baby."

"Aw, so cheesy. But flattering."

"Also, you're fired."

"Great, you ruined it."

"What? I'm the owner, I hire people. And you don't need the job anymore, you have me. I'll pay the university fees. You don't have to work at that horrible bar anymore."

"Bucky, you own the place."

"Still horrible."

"And also what are you, my sugar daddy?"

"Literally fuck off—"

"You know you love me."

"Fortunately, I do."

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A/N: Thanks for reading. Leave a like if you enjoyed.

[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

Necklace

A/n: I knooooooow I said I'll post it tomorrow but I couldn't wait. Eren is really something so I hope you all enjoy this. Feel free to look ✨disrespectfully✨ I don't know if I'm embarrassed or not by this pls

Pairing: Eren/ Reader

Summary: sometimes the backseat of a car is the ideal place to find yourself in, so long as it's with Eren Yeager

Tags/ Warnings: NSFW, 18+, car sex

"Aw fuck!"

The drizzling cold enticed any of the skin that you had exposed, piercing through teeny molecules of flesh with what felt like severely dangerous needles. The loud, panting breaths that escaped both you and your partner merged in sheer fog, yet they clattered with the windows around you, staining the transparent material of glass like heavy curtains.

A mewl like sound reached your ears, ringing through your head for the upteenth time this evening only as if to reward you for your hard work.

"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

Eren's hand shot off of your head so fast that it felt like he had been burnt only to land to the window next to him. A big hand print was plastered onto the foggy window, letting a few droplets of moisture run onto the rubber frames of the car.

The kitten like lick you placed onto his head, picking up the much dreaded drop of precum sent his head colliding in such force with the head of the backseat that the hard foam inside its industrial cover bounced his head to the front.

A bold hand cupped onto his balls, kneading the smooth skin in a manner that was firm in all the right ways. Eren bit his lip at that, a low grunting moan leaving his throat after scratching onto his vocal chords. Leaning further down you accommodated more of him in your mouth, trapping his shaft on to your pallette with your tongue before letting him off with a loud pop, only to repeat the action again.

Eren couldn't help himself, his digits run through your hair, despite being frozen, locked into place, stroked your scalp tenderly as if he found it in him to move even an inch. But when his lower stomach was churching beyond a sane point he only found it fitting to gather all of his remaining energy to treat you with a kiss.

In a heartbeat, the flats of his palms came to your cheeks tagging towards his face until he managed to open his eyes into yours. Teal orbs that were so beautifully decorated with gray specs started back into yours, hazed with lust to the maximum. You spoke no word, instead, you plopped his member off your hot mouth with a loud pop, revealing your swollen, slick with his own lust lips to him before curling the line of your mouth into a small smirk.

The cold air licked over his shaft, sending shivers across his spine yet you acted as if you knew that it was bound to happen. Carefully you wrapped both of your hands around his member, giving firm squeezes across his length with your right while twirling your left onto his base, eager to trap as much blood as you could into his erection.

"Oh fuck that feels so fucking good."

"Mhm baby"

Eren clenched his teeth as he tugged on your face again, much more forcefully this time and you couldn't help but comply to his unspoken request.

Instantly, your lips were clashed onto his, your teeth colliding from the action but you chose to ignore it as you moved your mouth on his in your own accord. Eren pushed further into the kiss, his tongue darting out towards your bottom lip to order you to open your mouth for him, to which you simply complied without teasing back.

"Fuck!" Eren said for the thousandth time "you're killing me tonight princess!"

In response your thumb circled his slit, collecting all of his slick, gushing precum, playing with how tender or soft you pressed onto him with every circle.

His tongue danced inside your mouth again, exploring the salty spots of taste he had left behind, his nose sniffing as much air as he could managed to make his lungs function halfway decently.

"As much as I like kissing you," you said, pulling back from his lips before delving into them again "I want to fucking devour you right now."

The words spiralled into Eren's brain, sending a whirlpool of desire to his lower abdomen. With wide eyes he nodded, swallowing any remaining saliva into his mouth hard enough to fill the small space of his car with the sound.

"Look at you being such a whore for my cock." He whined.

In reality, he didn't know how he could find it in himself to stand tall to his usual nature of dominance, or rather, how he managed to put any effort into it. His hands eagerly let go of your face and rested between your messy (h/c) locks once again.

Hungrily, you returned to his member, running the flat of your tongue teasingly over his head before licking the rest of his underside. When Eren hissed, you rubbed his tip sloppily over your lips and gathered your sweet saliva in your mouth, deciding that it was time to warm him up once again.

The premative sound of his voice enticed you, causing a strangle series of bubbles to form into your abdomen at the thought of what affect you could have at him. You were so hitched over the fact that you could make him melt and mewl under your touch that it excited you to no end.

As your heart sped up though, your jaw remained restless, opening eagerly to accommodate him once again. Your tongue flattened as you grabbed the base of his member right under his balls, bobbing him slowly into your mouth.

Eren's eyes watered as he watched you, his teeth digging into the chapped flesh of his lips so hard that he thought he could taste the piercing iron taste of blood, but he paid it no mind; how could he? How could he, when he felt so hang up on your total conquer of his body.

After a few thrusts you popped him out of your mouth, a longing haze in your eyes as you fixated them into his. You felt him burning holes into your orbs, your heart spreading up at the sight of him unravelling before you in such way. Your legs almost rubbed together to relieve some of the tention you yourself were feeling.

Eren seemed to notice, despite the vertigo that was written into his rich orbs, because a hand came to slightly squeeze onto your panty clad buttock. Four long digits wiggled there way under the line of your underwear, working vigorously to simply shove the clothe to the side as you finally decided to take a smooth ball into your mouth, giving it a little suck and a simultaneous long lick.

"More" Eren panted. "Take the other one too, don't stop jerking me baby."

While you were pleased with the loud sound Eren let out you wanted to stay victorious over your affect on him before delving into your own pleasure, though Eren begged for the opposite. Finally a frozen finger that had found its way through your folds managed to launch onto your clit with the perfect amount of pressure, leaving you vulnerable to let out a mewl of satisfaction.

With much determination focused on the movements in your hands you began to stroke him in a swirling motion, once again flattening your tongue as you felt him thrusting his hips slightly into your open mouth.

Eren's hand wiggled further against you, pushing your bottom into the air as he laid his palm flat against you. The sweet friction left your hips shaking, urging you to rub yourself just to prompt the slightest increase of pressure from his hand. Eren eagerly gave into your neediness, delving his middle finger just in the opening of your entrance while his thumb came to press onto your clit steadily.

When it happened, you shrieked, your chest heaving as your knees dug into the wide seat of the car with force, immediately sending a smirk of triumph onto Eren's face. Your moans were muffled by his member, the deep grunt you had wanted to let out transforming into a pleasuring vibration that spread all over him.

"Don't stop baby, I'm gonna come!" Eren's breath hitched in his throat as he spoke, his voice barely audible as it struggled to reach your ears.

You pressed on him, skillfully maneuvering the screw of your hands on him as you rubbed just below his tip, sending numerous hisses to come out of his mouth. His grip on your hair tightened while his hand momentarily stopped it's torment over you. Happy that you realised he was focusing on his release, you bobbed your head faster on him, reaching out two fingers to press just underneath his balls.

The pressure on the spot made Eren moan and widen his eyes, an inaudible curse leaving his mouth as he pushed his hips towards you further. With fast movements you stroked him up and down, your own hand colliding with your mouth, merely spreading the slickness of your drool over his whole length.

"Keep going like that and I'm going to come in your mouth."

"Mhm" you chuckled.

"That's it" Eren squirmed "Im gonna-"

Eren's thighs turned into stone, his whole body frozen as a strong ribbon of his release exploded into your mouth in spurts. His breath paced, his heart heaped into his chest, his eyes dilated as his head started feeling lighter that usual.

You got off of him, bringing a soft hand on his thigh to brush upon his hot skin, tenderly caressing pools of skin here and there. You leaned in softly, placing mellow kisses on places where your fingers couldn't caress, eliciting wondrous sounds off of Eren.

Finally, your eyes were fixed on his again, gleaming in unshed specs tears. Even though Eren's eyebrows were raised in agonising pleasure they furrowed dangerously as he kept staring at you. You felt your stomach tighten upon his gaze, a new, intense shock of arousal washing through you.

A needy gaze was all he needed to send him growling like a wild animal against you. Eren pushed past your face, bringing his face impossibly close to your ear. His breath ghosted over the spot, sending ripping shivers on your nape as he dragged his tongue in the tormentous manner across your lobe.

Nevertheless, in a moment where you felt your heart start speaking again you brought your forehead to Eren's forearm, eager to finally allow yourself to catch your breath. Looking around, you noticed how that hand print on the window had been covered with fog once again, your hand giving a small squeeze on Eren's bicep as you rubbed your lips over his silky smooth skin. His thumb rubbed a single soothing circle on your back before giving your butt a small prompting slap and, for a moment, you were sure you heard him chuckle with his own antics

"Time to get your shirt off babe." You heard Eren call as you cooed into his arm further.

You simply smiled knowingly in response. This was definitely going to be a long night.

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[chrizbang]

Pairing: Lee Felix x female reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: mature content, lowkey slow burn, breeding kink, soft!dom Felix, creampie.

Word count: 2.975

You and Ashley have been friends for four years now. You went through a lot of hardships together, especially when Ashley had an unplanned pregnancy in the last year of college. Luckily, Mason, now her husband, is an amazing person, and even though it was hard, she was able to graduate. You loved her baby, Arthur, so much, like it was your little brother. You knew that their anniversary was getting closer and you wanted to surprise her.

"No way, I cannot ask you for something like that."

"You're not asking, I'm offering. Besides, you know I love spending time with Arthur," you said, holding your phone with one hand while you tried to wash the dishes you used to eat dinner with the other. 

"I don't know Y/N..."

"Girl, just stop. I'm not taking a no for an answer. Spending quality time with your husband is important and I know that you have been not getting laid lately."

"You have no idea how hard it is to have sex with a one-year-old making a mess everywhere." You both laughed. 

"I'll go to your house tomorrow at 7 pm. Get a reservation at a nice restaurant, get shaved and, wear your best dress. I want you and Mason to have a good time together."

"Okay, but only because it is our anniversary. I'm gonna take this as a present." Ashley sighed, knowing that she had to say yes anyway.

"Because it is, Ashley. I'll see you tomorrow, bye."

"Bye, honey."

You finished your shores and were planning on watching some videos on youtube when you heard your phone buzzing. You picked it up and saw that you had a message.

Felix, 8:45 pm: Hey

Felix, 8:45 pm: Sorry for messaging late but, are you free tomorrow?

You chuckled. Almost 9 pm wasn't late.

Y/N, 8:46 pm: Sorry, I'm going to my friend's house after work.

Y/N, 8:47 pm: I'm going to babysit her baby so she can go have dinner with her husband.

You met Felix at work, during lunch. He was new there and you have seen him sometimes walking around the place, but you never talked to him. Until one day when he dropped his coffee on you. You remembered how embarrassed he was, his cheeks were red and he profusely apologized. Ever since, you had some small talk with him here and there until one day you gave him his number, saying that he could message you if he needed help with something from work. You know it was bullshit since he was from a different department, but still, you needed an excuse to talk to him. He messaged you a few times but eventually, you thought it was a lost cause.

Y/N, 8:57 pm: Why do you ask?

Felix, 9:00 pm: Nothing.

Felix, 9:01 pm: It's silly.

Y/N, 9:03 pm: If it was that silly, you wouldn't have messaged me.

Y/N, 9:03 pm: Spit it out.

Felix, 9:12 pm: There's a convention for Star Wars fans tomorrow. You said that you loved the movies one time so I bought tickets for you.

Y/N, 9:14 pm: Why didn't you tell me before? 

Felix, 9:15 pm: I didn't know if you would want to go. But it's okay, don't worry about it.

You thought for a moment. You really wanted to spend time with him. Felix was so sweet, respectful and kind. He was also very, very handsome.

Y/N, 9:30 pm: Do you wanna come to my friend's house tomorrow with me? 

You looked at your phone five minutes later and saw that Felix visualized the message but didn't answer. "Congratulations, you fucked it up, Y/N," you said.

You sat on your couch and turned the tv on, planning on finally watching your favorite youtube videos, when you heard your phone buzzing again.

Felix, 9:50 pm: Sure, why not? Is it okay with your friend? She doesn't know me.

You sighed, happy that he answered.

Y/N, 9:51 pm: I'm gonna tell her but I'm pretty sure she'll be fine.

"Is he cute?" Ashley asked, putting on her earring. She looked gorgeous with a tight red dress that accentuated her curves and contrasted with her dark skin. Her curly hair was in a bun, leaving her neck and shoulders exposed. You knew Mason would love it.

"He is very cute. And he's so nice too. I only invited him over because he seems really sweet."

You went to Ashley's house one hour before she would leave for dinner so you could help her get ready, and by help, you meant to force her to wear something that wasn't a t-shirt and jeans.

"How do I look?" she turned around, facing you.

"Gorgeous as always."

Ashley hugged you tight. "Thank you so much, Y/N. You know you don't have to do this, right?"

"But I want to."

The bell rang.

"That's probably Felix," you said.

"Let's go downstairs, I wanna meet this boy."

When you went to the living room you saw Felix talking to Mason.

"Hello, I'm Ashley, nice to meet you."

"I'm Felix, nice to meet you too," Felix raised his hand so he could shake Ashley's hand but she gave him a light hug. You smiled, finding really cute how awkward he was.

"Arthur is sleeping now, he already ate, but if he wakes up, there's milk on the fridge. He usually sleeps all night so you don't have much to worry about."

"Okay, you guys have to go before you're late for dinner," you said, pulling Mason and Ashley towards the door.

"Call me if you need anything. We'll be back tomorrow morning so you'll don't have much trouble with him."

"Don't worry about it. You can take your time."

"Also, don't forg-"

"Baby, we have to go," Mason insisted, holding her hand and trying to get her inside of the car.

"Fine. Bye everyone, see you tomorrow."

You waved at them before going inside and closing the door.

"I'm gonna check on Arthur for a second, you can wait here, okay?" You told Felix.

"Sure."

You went upstairs and checked on Arthur's room. He was sleeping soundly. You felt the urge to lightly pinch his chubby little cute cheeks but you decided not to bother him. You went to the living room again and Felix was sitting on the couch.

"Are you hungry? We bought pizza."

"Uhm, not really."

"Are you sure?" you insisted.

"Okay, one slice would be good."

Felix got up and followed you to the kitchen.

"Your friend has a beautiful house," he said, admiring the place.

"She does. I mean, she's an architect and Mason is an engineer, so they were able to buy a nice place," you cut a piece and handed it to him.

"You said that you studied together."

"We went to the same college, but I graduated in graphic design. For obvious reasons, I don't make as much money as them," you laughed. "Did you always wanted to work in a publishing company?" Felix sat on the balcony standing in the middle of the kitchen. "Honestly, I just wanted to work with what I love. Graphic design is not something that people value but it is what makes me happy." You looked at him and Felix smiled at you, his dimple prominent on his face. He was so cute. "What about you?" "Oh, marketing is definitely not something I dreamed of working with. My family has a long line of people that have been working with it, so I barely had a choice,” Felix confessed. "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah." He looked thoughtful like his mind was somewhere else. "I actually wanted to work with art. I love painting." "Really? That's so cool. Do you have a picture of a painting to show me? I would love to see it." Felix hesitated for a while before he grabbed his phone and scrolled through his gallery. "Please don't think I'm weird," he said before showing you the picture. You raised your eyebrows when you saw what was on the screen of his phone. A beautiful painting of you. You realized that he used your profile picture on Facebook as a reference. "Felix, this is amazing." "It took me a week to finish it," he said, holding his hands behind his back, clearly feeling shy. "I love it, really." You and Felix finished eating. You talked more about your plans for the future, the things you wanted to do with your life, your dreams. You were sitting on the couch watching tv when you heard Arthur crying upstairs. "Ops, somebody woke up." You got up to go to his room and you noticed that Felix was following you. "You don't have to go if you don't want to." "It's fine, I wanna help you." When you entered the room, Arthur was up in his crib, deeply crying. "It's okay," you said in a soft tone, picking him up. "I think somebody needs to change its diaper," Felix said. "You are right," you laughed. "Let's change this little boy." You put Arthur on the changing mat and started to change him, but to be honest, you had no idea what you were doing. Felix laughed. "Let me help you." Felix quickly changed his diaper, he clearly knew what he was doing. "Woah, how do you know that?" you asked, looking at him dumbfounded. He laughed again, amused by your reaction. "I have a small brother so I have changed his diaper plenty of times." "Aaah, that explains a lot."

"Let's see if he wants to eat," Felix said, holding Arthur in his arms. You went to the kitchen and looked for the milk. After pouring it into a pan, you heated it up. "We need to make sure we don't overheat it so it won't burn the baby," Felix said while he tested the milk's temperature. You put it into a baby bottle and gave it to Arthur who promptly drank it. "I guess he was hungry," Felix chuckled. "Do you plan on having kids, Felix?" you looked at him, completely mesmerized by how good he was with kids. "Yes, I love kids. I plan on having two kids one day." "That's so cute, I'm sure you'll be an amazing dad." Felix smiled, making your heart skip a beat. "Do you want to have kids, Y/N?" he looked apprehensive. "Yeah, one day. I still need to find the right person." "Of course." Arthur went back to sleep again when he was done eating. "Not gonna lie, taking care of a baby can be tiring," claimed said, sitting on the couch. Felix sat next to you, his knee touching your leg. "Do you want to watch a movie?" you asked. "Sure!" Twenty minutes later, you started to sleep. Your head felt heavy until it fell on Felix's shoulder. He simply smiled, enjoying the feeling of you so close to him.

The sound of the bell ringing woke you up. You were laying on the couch, a blanket over your body. You looked around and Felix was sleeping on the smaller couch next to yours, with just a pillow under his head. You got up and answered the door. "Hey!" Ashley said, hugging you. "Hi. How was your night?" "It was amazing. Thank you so much, Y/N." Ashley went to the middle of the living room to drop her bag on the couch, Mason following behind. "How's Arthur? Did he behaved?" Mason asked. "Yeah, he slept almost all of the time." You rubbed your eyes, still feeling sleepy. Ashley turned around, seeing Felix sleeping on the couch. "You guys could have slept in the guest room," she laughed. "I'm gonna check on Arthur. What about some breakfast later?" Mason suggested. "That sounds great, but I think we should go home. Besides, you guys need to spend some family time with your baby." You woke Felix up, and while he was trying to get conscious, you chatted with Ashley about dinner. Mason went downstairs with Arthur and you chatted a little more before leaving. "Do you want me to take you home?" Felix asked, leaving Ashley's house by your side. "No, it's okay, I'll get an Uber." "Aw, come on. I'm not gonna let you leave on an Uber so early in the morning." You looked at him, admiring the freckles on his skin. His pink lips looked soft and you had to fight the urge to kiss him. "You know what, okay. I'll go with you." The drive to your house was silent, the music playing on the radio helped you to distract the thoughts on your head. The night you spent with Felix was amazing, seeing him being so sweet like that only made you even more attracted to him. Felix stopped in front of your house. "Well, we are here." "Do you want to come in?" "Oh... uhm, sure, yes, that would be great." You smiled and left the car, running to open the door for him. "Please don't mind the mess," you said, taking some clothes that were on the couch. "Don't worry about it." "Do you want to eat something?" "I'm fine, I'm still full because of the pizza from yesterday." "Okay." There was an awkward silence for a while and you realized you didn't think this through. Invite him over and what? "You know what? There's something I want to eat," Felix said. "Oh, okay. What do you want? I have bread, cereal, we can make panca-" "You." "What?" you looked at him, your eyes wide. "I w-want to eat you." Felix stuttered, his face showing that he was feeling too shy to be saying the words that left his mouth. "Oh, I'm... I-" you didn't have the chance to finish, Felix approached you and kissed you. You were still processing what was happening so you didn't kiss him back yet. Felix noticed and stopped kissing you. "I-I'm so sorry, Y/N, I shoul-" "No! It's okay. I just wasn't expecting." You kissed him, holding his face and tasting his lips. His left hand held the back of your head while the other held your waist. He bit your lower lip, his tongue entering your mouth and playing with yours. He pressed his body against yours and you felt his semi-hard dick. You whined, trying to control your breath. "Do you want to keep going?" Felix asked, his forehead resting against yours. You simply nodded. "Where's your room?" You grabbed his hand, guiding him to your room. Once you were inside, Felix slammed you against the door, pressing his body into yours. He started to grind his clothed cock on your heat and, this time, you couldn't hold your moans anymore. "Felix," was all you managed to say before he kissed you again. A messy kiss that screamed how much he was longing for you, how much he desired you. His hand grabbed your ass, pulling you closer as if it was even possible. "I wanna taste you," he said, taking you to the bed. You laid down and he wasted no time to take off your pants, pulling your panties with them in a swift movement. Soon enough, his tongue was exploring your wet lips, savoring the taste of your arousal. Felix played with your clit, his tongue sliding against the sensitive skin. You hoped that your neighbors had already left for work, otherwise you would end up waking them up because of your moans. Felix stopped eating you out to unbutton his shirt. "You have no idea how much I wanted to fuck you," he said, his voice deep, making you raise your hips, craving to be filled up. "Felix, please," you moaned. "You want me to fuck you, baby?" "Yes, please." It was embarrassing, you weren't used to begging. Most of the time that you had sex, you were always the one in control. But not with Felix. "Are you on the pill?" Felix asked, taking the rest of his clothes off and pumping his rock-hard cock. "Yeah, please fuck me." "Anything for you," he growled, sliding his dick into your dripping pussy. Felix already started an incessant pounding into you, stealing moans from your throat. "You are so fucking beautiful." You closed your eyes, feeling the burning on your stomach getting stronger. "Fuck, so fucking good, Y/N. You are taking me so well." "Please, don't s-stop." "Turn around, I wanna fuck you from behind." You didn't have much strength left, but Felix helped you out. He was inside of you again, hitting the right spots in this position. Felix felt your pussy tightening against his dick and he started to play with your clit. "Fuck, Felix, I'm gonna cum," you screamed, not being able to control yourself anymore. You came, a long moan leaving your mouth. "I'm gonna cum inside of your little pussy, I'm gonna fill you up so good." He didn't slow his pace, his hips hitting yours in a fast rhythm. "I'm gonna put a baby in your little cute belly, baby girl," he said, closing his eyes as his dick slid in and out of your pussy. "Fuck," you moaned. "You are gonna look so good, all swollen, f-fuck." A few lazy thrusts and Felix came inside of you. He kept thrusting on you for a while until you milked him out. He laid by your side, trying to catch his breath. Felix put his arm on his face, hiding it. He looked completely flustered. "I'm sorry, Y/N. It was way too soon for me to let out this embarrassing kinky stuff." "Felix, shut up. It was fucking hot," you smiled, turning around to hug him and rest your head on his chest. He played with your hair, the warmth of his skin making you fall asleep. But sleeping wasn't on Felix's plans. "Ready for round two?"

[moodymelanist]

One Thousand Followers Celebration

okay I’m honestly kind of shook that we’re even here but thank you to everyone who’s a part of our little corner of the fandom. I love you all so so much and I’m so happy to be here ❤️ most people requested something cute and fluffy so here’s Cassian being drunk and and Nesta comes to get him. I hope you all enjoy!! 💘💘💘

feel free to read it on AO3 here too!

word count: 2975

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Nesta was halfway through her latest read when her phone started buzzing incessantly. It was just getting to the good part, where the main couple started to realize maybe there was something more between them than burning hatred, and she didn’t want to put it down. Frankly, it reminded her of her own love story, but she’d never admit that to anyone out loud.

She was forced to look away when her phone was vibrating so constantly with texts she thought someone was calling her. Sighing, she reached for her phone, unlocking it only to see her husband had sent her almost twenty messages.

Cassian, 11:52 PM

Nesta

Nes

I love yiu sooooo muche

Youe so pretty

I weish u were here

everyons laufghint at me but i miss u

wyd

nesssssssssss

are u ignoringme for a book agwain

:(

Swethearft<3

did i tell u i luv u td

wait its ok I ddid

i want a kiss when i see u ok

The remaining messages were a jumble of Spanish and English words mixed together, and while she had a working knowledge of Spanish, she didn’t know it well enough to even attempt to decipher what he was trying to tell her. Still, she couldn’t help but smile as she read through them all, affection blooming in her chest for her favorite person in the world.

Cassian, Rhys, and Azriel had gone out to their favorite bar for guys night, and Cassian was clearly drunk off his ass. It was really hard to keep a straight face with him normally, but when he was drunk, she thought it was one of the most adorable things she’d ever seen.

Nesta, 12:01 AM

I love you too, you big goofball

I’ll give you a kiss and a hug when I see you how’s that

Her phone was ringing within seconds, a picture of Cassian filling her screen before she answered.

“Hello?” she said, marking her page with a bookmark before closing it.

“Nesta!” Cassian exclaimed. She had to pull her phone from her ear for a moment, but she smiled again anyways.

“Hi, Cassian,” she replied, trying not to laugh. He was just so cute. “Are you having a good time?”

“Leave me alone, I’m talking to my wife,” he said, his voice sounding slightly further away. He must have been talking to Rhys or Azriel, but the way referred to her made her want to melt. They’d been together for years and married for just over one, but it still sent a thrill through her to hear him claim her out loud.

“Nes?” he said, his voice back to normal volume.

“I’m here,” she said, getting off the bed to begin looking for her shoes. He normally called her and started getting ridiculously affectionate when it was getting close for him to come home, so it was only a matter of time before he asked her to come get him.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Looking for my shoes,” she replied, spotting her boots on the floor. Leaning her phone against her ear, she bent down and put them on over her leggings before walking back to her dresser.

“Are you coming to find me?” he asked. She couldn’t help but smile at how excited he sounded by the prospect.

“Yes, baby.” Nesta hit speaker and put the phone down on their dresser as she took off the oversized shirt that she’d borrowed from him, slid a sports bra on, and put on a plain tee shirt over it.

“Oh thank God,” he said, and then dropped his voice to a loud whisper. “You’re much more fun than the dumbasses I’m with.”

She’d opened her mouth to reply, but then Cassian began talking to someone else nearby. “Tarquin! Fancy seeing you here! Are you still mad about your windows? Nes, I gotta go. Love you.”

It was a cool September evening, so Nesta grabbed a denim jacket before throwing her hair up into a bun and leaving their apartment. Once she got to her car, it was a short fifteen minutes to get to The Sidra. Thankfully there was ample street parking around the corner, and the bouncer let her in with a quick flash of her ID.

Nesta walked inside, spotting her husband and his friends immediately. They took up a ridiculous amount of space in one of the booths, and she couldn’t resist smiling as Cassian visibly brightened by her appearance.

“Nesta!” he shouted, grinning widely as she got closer. So much for subtlety, she supposed. She offered repeated apologies as she walked over to where he was sitting, but thankfully most of the people there seemed to think his behavior was too cute to be a serious nuisance.

Once she was next to the side of the booth he was sitting on, he pulled her in for a hug, wrapping his muscular arms around her waist and laying his head on her chest.

“Cassian,” she said at a normal volume, endlessly amused as he snuggled into her. She leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his head before turning to greet Rhys and Azriel, both of whom looked seconds away from breaking out laughing.

“Don’t you dare,” she told them, tightening her arms around Cassian as she gave his friends a look. They both hold their hands up in surrender, Azriel raising his beer at her before turning back to Rhys.

“I missed you,” Cassian said against her chest, his voice muffled. “So much.”

“Every minute without you was excruciating,” Nesta said, playing along. He looked up at her with a pout.

“Stop teasing me,” he told her. He was frowning slightly now. “I did miss you a lot, you know.”

“I’m sorry. You’re just so cute like this, it’s hard not to tease you a little bit.”

“Not as cute as you.” Cassian smiled up at her, pleased with himself. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes good-naturedly and let him tug her into his lap.

“Sorry to crash your guys’ night,” she said to Rhys and Azriel now that she was facing them.

“He’s not as much fun when he gets like this anyway,” Azriel replied, chuckling. “In his old age, he’s turned into a sappy drunk.”

“Hey! We’re the same age!” Cassian protested from behind her, tightening his grip around her waist. Azriel and Cassian had both turned thirty earlier this year, while Rhys’ birthday wasn’t until November. Nesta had turned twenty-eight back in April.

“Good thing I like sappy drunks,” she said, twisting around to face him. He gave his friends a smug look as she pressed a kiss to his warm cheek, his stubble scratching her face in a way she loved.

“You two are the worst,” Rhys groaned.

“Like you and my sister are any better,” Nesta shot back as she turned around. Feyre and Rhys had been together since their college days and had tied the knot once they’d both graduated.

“Speaking of her, I’d love to get back home to her,” he replied. He pulled out his phone and began texting, and Nesta guessed he was asking if she was still awake.

“I guess that’s it then, huh?” Azriel asked, raising an eyebrow at Nesta.

“I’m sure Gwyn is dying to see you too,” she teased, smiling softly at him. She and Emerie had colluded with Cassian and Rhys to set the pair up on a blind date last year, and everyone had been thrilled when they’d agreed to keep seeing each other.

“She has a performance tomorrow, so she’s probably already asleep,” Azriel answered, raising a hand to catch the closest server’s attention.

“I told you my wife was hot as fuck,” Cassian said suddenly, shifting to point wildly at Nesta as their server – a young woman named Nuala – came by to bring them the check.

“I’m thrilled,” she replied dryly, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Nesta. “He hasn’t shut up about you for the last half an hour, you know. Thank God he wasn’t making you up.”

“Thanks,” Nesta said, her lips twitching from trying to hold in her laughter. Rhys put down his card to pay for all of them, waving off Cassian and Azriel’s attempts to give him money for their share of the check. Within a few minutes, the four of them were getting out of their booth and beginning the walk to the exit.

Cassian immediately went for Nesta’s hand, intertwining their fingers before bringing their hands to his mouth so he could kiss the back of hers.

“That is so unhygienic,” she said, exasperated. “I haven’t washed my hands since I left our place.”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he said, grinning at her. He kissed the back of her hand one more time before lowering their hands to swing them between the two of them as they kept walking.

“Who’s that guy glaring at you?” Nesta asked, noticing a tall Black guy staring Cassian down from a booth near the door. He had silver curls that stood out brightly against his dark skin, but he couldn’t have been much older than any of them. It had to have been natural, since his eyebrows and lashes were the same color.

“Oh, that’s Tarquin,” he replied, waving at Tarquin with a sheepish grin from where they stood. Tarquin flipped him off before turning back to his companions, who both shared the same dark skin and silvery hair.

“Why is he glaring at you? Do I need to talk to him?” Nesta asked, frowning. She was the only one allowed to glare at her husband like that.

“No sweetheart, it’s fine,” Cassian replied, laughing as they walked by the table. “It’s our inside joke. He threw a party senior year of college and I might have gotten drunk and broken a few windows in his house.”

“You what? Cassian, that’s not an inside joke.”

“It’s fine, Nes. I paid him back for it, but his parents were pissed. I’m banned from his neighborhood, actually.”

“That is not fine.”

“I might be drunk, but I know when I’m right,” Cassian said, just before walking right into the door. Azriel had accidentally let it swing behind him and Cassian hadn’t grabbed it in time, and it got him right in the face.

Nesta burst out laughing before she clapped her free hand over her mouth. “Oh my God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed. Are you okay?”

“The love of my life just laughed at my pain,” he whined, yanking open the door. Azriel and Rhys were absolutely losing it on the other side, making it hard for Nesta to keep her composure in solidarity with Cassian.

“Let me see it,” she said once they were outside. Cassian had pressed his hand to the side of his face, but Nesta got him to move it with her free one. His cheek was red from the impact, but she was sure it’d be fine with some ice once they got back to their place.

“It’s not so bad,” she reassured him. It was hard to keep a straight face with his friends – mostly Rhys – still howling in the background, but she got on her toes to give him a kiss on his face.

“It still hurts,” he said, pouting at her. “Can I get another kiss?”

“You big baby,” she said, but she leaned in and kissed his cheek again. “That’s all you’re getting. When we get home, I’m putting ice on that.”

“I love it when you boss me around,” he said dreamily, letting her tug him past his friends. “It does things to me.”

“Please take him home,” Rhys called from behind them. Nesta flipped him off before Cassian could, earning another wide grin from him as they walked towards her car.

“Thanks for the best thing I’ve ever seen!” Azriel added, both of their laughter fading the farther Nesta and Cassian walked.

“They’re so mean,” Cassian grumbled as she dug into her pocket for the keys.

“You want me to yell at them? Hurt their feelings a little?” she offered, unlocking the doors.

“No,” he said, pouting again. He got into the passenger seat as Nesta walked around to the driver’s side, and he immediately reached for her hand once she sat down.

“I’d do it if you wanted me to,” she told him, shooting him an amused look before starting the car.

“Maybe a real kiss would make me feel better,” he suggested, leaning towards her and puckering his lips.

Nesta leaned in and brushed her lips against his, but he wasn’t having it. He cupped the back of her head as he deepened their kiss, warming her up inside from the cool September air.

“Come on, let’s go home,” Nesta said, pulling away even though it was the last thing she wanted to do. He huffed and pouted but thankfully put his seatbelt on.

It was a quick ride back to their building, and thankfully Cassian managed not to walk into any more doors on their way upstairs. He wrapped his arm around her as they got off the elevator, which Nesta thought was as much for balance as it was to hold her close.

“Thank you for coming to get me,” he said once they were back in their apartment. He immediately walked into the bedroom and flopped on their bed, somehow managing not to knock anything over or hit Nesta’s book.

“You’re welcome,” Nesta said back, taking the time to take off her jacket and shoes before walking to the freezer to grab a bag of frozen peas. She wrapped it in a paper towel before coming to lay next to him, taking down her bun so that her hair was down around her.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he whispered, turning to look at her. His eyes lit up when he noticed her hair was down, and he reached over to play with it. She handed him the peas instead, making sure he pressed them to the side of his face.

“I thought I knew all your secrets,” she whispered back, smiling softly as she indulged him. She loved that she was the one who got to see him like this, that she was the first person he saw in the mornings and the last person he saw when he closed his eyes at night.

“You do,” he confirmed, pulling the peas away to smile at her. She gave him a disapproving look and he quickly put them back before continuing. “I love nights like these.”

“Why’s that?” she asked. She reached out to brush some of his loose waves away from his face so they didn’t get in the way of the peas.

“I never thought I would be as happy as I am right now,” Cassian said seriously. His other eye was blocked from the position of the peas, so Nesta just held the gaze of the one she could see as he moved his hand to cup her face.

Sometimes he would say things like this that made her feel like her heart was going to burst from how sweet he was. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He shifted closer to her, and Nesta inhaled deeply at the lingering scent of his cologne. “I remember when you wouldn’t even say my name out loud. Now you’re here with me and my peas.”

She laughed before answering. “It was the peas that really sold me, you know. I should have written them into my vows.”

“And you’re telling jokes? Tonight must be my lucky night.”

“Shut up before I take the peas from you, Cassian.”

“You love me too much to do that, Nes.”

“Stop using my love for you against me. It’s unfair and you know it.”

“Never,” he said, running his thumb across her cheek. “I love you too much not to use every advantage I can get.”

“I taught you too well,” she said, smiling softly at him. “Come on, let’s get ready for bed.”

She turned to kiss his palm, as unhygienic as it was, and then got up and started changing into pajamas. He groaned as he rolled off the bed, stretching as he stood up to reveal a strip of golden-brown skin at his abdomen before walking towards their bathroom.

Nesta joined him to brush her teeth in another one of his oversized shirts and no pants. He finished first, squeezing her hip as he walked by her and went back into their bedroom. She quickly brushed through her hair and pulled it into a loose braid for sleep before turning off the light.

Cassian was waiting for her under the covers, laughing as he examined the back of her book. “Is there smut in this one?”

She rolled her eyes before grabbing it from him. “You’re insufferable.”

“That’s a yes, then,” he said, grinning. She turned the lights off and put the book on her nightstand before she slid under the covers, snuggling up next to him anyway.

“I’ll let you know when I get to the juicy parts,” she grumbled eventually. He laughed under his breath, pulling her tighter against him as he maneuvered them so her back was to his chest as usual. His heart was beating its usual steady rhythm against her, a familiar baseline that let her know she was safe and everything was right in the world as long as she could curl up next to him every night.

“I love you,” she whispered, not sure if he was asleep yet. He could fall asleep anywhere, and ridiculously quickly at that; she wasn’t too proud to admit she was jealous.

“I love you, too,” he replied, tangling their legs together.

It didn’t take long for either of them to fall asleep after that.

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[pbandjesse]

My manager, Jessica, just texted me that all the schools canceled tomorrow. Which sucks but a free, mostly, day off for me. I hope to do lots of quilting and knitting. And I still am working tomorrow night unless something changes. So I'm pretty happy. And honestly I hope the weather is interesting. That would make me happy.

Today was pretty good though. I wasn't feeling great for a lot of it honestly. I was stressed about my meeting with Jessica with the national guard. I spoke to so many Jessica's today. Honestly it's hilarious.

But besides my fears about that meeting, mostly about not knowing where to park, I had a good day.

I woke up at 7. James was sitting in bed with me. It's nice seeing them without their sling. And while they are hurting they are trying very hard to stretch and start building up some muscles.

I got washed and dressed and felt very cozy. I should have worn a coat today, as it was much colder, but I did not. But it was fine. We left and James drove us.

They are having trouble getting their arm to move upwards, apparently it feels like rubber bands, super tensioned. But I'm very proud of them for trying. They got me breakfast and we went to work.

I was an hour early. So I would eat and chill in the back. Jim came and we talked about Christmas stuff. He says all he really wants are printed photos of his grandkids and kids all framed. I thought that was very sweet.

And it was a fun day. We had a Christian private school and the kids were so cute in their uniforms. The saddle shoes and the cardigans and little ties. Just so sweet.

And it was such small classes. I had the 4th graders and there were only 7 of them. We love a low ratio.

They were also so super sweet. They had notebooks and took notes the whole time. Their teacher was an older man and he was great, they obviously respected him a ton. And he had great points to add throughout the tour. I think I gave a pretty good tour and tried to really focus on dates and numbers and spelled words I thought would be useful for their projects. They are going to write reports on things that made them interested. And so when they seemed excited I would expand on things. We were supposed to hit 5 galleries because they came early but we didn't even need that in the end. I was able to end my tour at the ring of fire, where John's older kids joined me, and then they were off to lunch.

After lunch O'Malley and my groups came together for a scavenger hunt. And I worked on my glove. Which I realized was slightly longer the the first glove. Thankfully not by a ton but annoying. I have to finish the edges but I'm excited anyway.

And at the end of the scavenger hunt a 3rd and a 4th grade group got 8 of the 11 questions correct and got to pick prizes. Erasers and buttons and marbles. I love how excited they get about my silly little prize box.

I took my group to the restoration classroom and we did the roller coaster project. Their teacher required that they draw out and label their rollercoaster in their notebook first. Which is fine by me. It was fun. And they did such a good job. I built my example and they loved trying that and then building their own. Though it was very funny when the teacher was like yeah that looks nice but it won't work!! And then it did and he was like. What!!!! Amazing!!

Once we were done and cleaned up they got to sit in the car. We had to wait for O'Malley's group to be done but that was alright. And then to the gift shop.

I made sure I said goodbye to everyone. The kids told me they had so much fun and that I was the best. What sweethearts.

I went to clean up the classroom and put things away. And soon I would join James in the back office. They brought me a donut. And the I went to take over the front desk.

Which was mostly good except someone came to buy something in the case and I could not figure out how to scan it in and James had to leave their meeting to come save me and I felt very dumb. But the lady was really nice and I suggested she check out Avam's giftshop since she was in the area. I hope she does cause her vibe made me think she would like it.

I finished up my glove. And no one else came in and soon I was able to leave. To go to the armory and meet with Jessica.

I was nervous. I took the long way. But was still early. Not a huge deal. The security guard was nice. And Jessica met me at the door.

The meeting went well. I am getting paid more then my regular workshop rate. I bought all the materials while I was there. We discussed what they had and what I might need. And I told them about my teddy bear workshop and they may be interested in running on as well!! So that's really cool. I felt like a real professional artist.

I was excited to go home. I was a little confused about how to get out of the parking lot but that was fine in the end. And I got home and changed into a different sweatshirt. And laid on the couch to wait for James to come home.

They would get back here and make dinner. And after dinner they ride their stationary bike and I worked in my studio. Half way down my large quilt squares.

I would go lay down after an hour or so. And James took a shower. I heard them go "oh no oh no!" And I'm like what?? Thinking something was wrong with their arm. But actually their new earrings was missing. They are pretty disappointed. But I gave them the other gold hoop I have so now we can match and I think it looks so cute on them. And who knows, maybe the other one will show up. It's a low change but not none.

Now we are in bed. James painted their nails. I took a bubble bath. And now I don't have to wake up early. I hope I have a productive art day. And have a fun event tomorrow evening.

I hope you all sleep great tonight. Stay safe if you are affected by the storm! Goodnight!!

[melancholymetropolis]

No Idea

Pairings: Athlete!Kirishima x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: College AU The reader is Kirishima's History tutor and they kinda have a crush on each other. It takes an afterparty filled with horny guys and a skin-tight dress for Kiri to realize he wants them all to himself.

Warning: Do I even need to say it at this point? It's smut, obvi. Kinda unedited. The reader and her best friend are black. Kirishima is a football player; he's VERY possessive over the reader. Her best friend is a little gay for her as well.

Author's Note: This was a commission!!!!! The client gave me this insane prompt and I had no choice but to go over the word limit. If you want to commission me, click here! Your support really means the world to me. Enjoy!

Word Count: 5,300

“You’re back early!” My roommate, Liza, yelled from the other side of the apartment-style dorm room. The sound of her chair scraping the floor followed shortly after, along with the light footsteps of her sock-clad feet. “I left you a plate in the microwave, in case you were hungry. I could heat it up, if you’re too tired— why the long face? What happened?”

“He didn’t show up,” I sighed as I dropped my books on the table and sank into a chair.

“How can he not show up?” Liza fumed crossing her arms. “His GPA is already in the gutter from all the other quizzes he seemed to fail before the semester even started.”

“I know,” I replied in a bored tone.

“He’s on academic probation—”

“I know.”

“One more hiccup and he’ll be off the football team—”

“I know.”

“Not to mention how you practically have to bend backward to make time for him—”

“Mhm.”

“Just for him to flake on you for the third time! I just—”

“Liza, please,” I rose from my seat and stood in front of her. “You don’t have to be angry with me. It’s truly okay.”

“No! It’s not okay!” She stormed to the microwave and pulled the cover plate from the inside. She removed the foil and pushed it back into the device, before pressing the start button four times. She turns to face me and forces an angered sigh from her lips. “He likes you, you know that right?”

I lifted my books from the table and walked to our shared room. I took in the words that she threw at me with each step and digested them. Kirishima liked me. It wasn’t as though I didn’t have an inkling that he may be, sorta found me attractive. Although I wore glasses, I wasn’t blind. At least with them on. I saw the way he looked at me when we were less than a foot apart. Shoulders practically touching as we slouched over the Advanced American History textbook. Our hands brushing against each other’s ever so often. The sparkle in his eye when he looked at me longer than a few seconds; the blush on his cheeks when I smiled at his corny jokes. His persistent tendency to walk me home, although most times, we finished our study sessions just before dusk. The way he stayed glued to my side during the journey to my dorm. How he’d carry my books on the way. I noticed it all and practically welcomed it, since I too found him attractive. The spiky redhead just had a way of making everyone swoon over him. Kirishima was genuinely a nice person, not because there was something in it for him, but just because.

The beeping from the microwave brought me back to reality. I placed the textbooks on the designated space on the shelf and fixed my scattered stationery from that morning. Liza shuffled in with a bowl of baked fetta pasta, and a piece of toasted garlic bread a few minutes later. She placed the bowl on the desk, with a fork, a can of sparkling soda, and my favorite metal straw.

“What did I do to deserve you?” I said with a tired smile.

“Helped me pass ‘Text and Ideas’ with an A-,” Liza smiled back and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Oh right,” I took a seat at the desk and forked the starchy dish in my mouth. “This is heaven-sent.”

“I knew you’d like it!” She deemed walking to her own desk. “I got the recipe from tiktok.”

I hum in response and continued to stuff my face. After a few minutes of silence, I grab the phone from my back pocket and unlocked it. A new message from Kirishima was the newest notification from many and it said:

Hey, I am sorry for not showing up. My teammate got shitfaced and decided to take a dive into the fountain. It took three of us to pull him out. It sucks because I was really looking forward to seeing you.

Since my mouth had already filled to its brink with pasta, I opted for a tight-lipped smirk instead of a toothy one. Kirishima all but admitted that he missed me. My hunch was right: the feelings are mutual. I swallowed the pasta and swiveled around in my chair to look at Liza. Her eyes were glued to her phone, but she snapped her head up to laugh at the content on her screen. Once she was down laughing, I picked my phone up and pointed it in her general direction. Reaching forward, she grasped the device and quickly read the message.

“Don’t respond to him,” she said, handing the phone back to me.

“Why? I thought you were shipping us together?” I asked whilst forking more pasta in my mouth.

“That’s why I’m telling you what I am telling you!” Liza rose to her feet and in a split second, she stood in front of me with a sickening smile.

“I am afraid to ask,” I said with a sigh.

“You don’t have to; I’m gonna tell you anyway,” she squats between my legs and widens her smile. “That boy is already wrapped around your finger, all you need to do is pull away. Just a tiny bit and he’ll come running.”

“Liza. . .”

“Hear me out!” She rose to her feet again and walked to the closet. “Remember when I went thrift shopping last week and I picked up that cute bodycon dress?”

“Yeah. . . ?”

“Well, I washed it and realized that it didn’t have the BODY to fill it out properly.” She pulls the dress from the closet and turns back to me. “And since the Homecoming Afterparty is at the Quarterback's house tomorrow night, I thought it would be the perfect time for you to wear it.”

I eye the dress, taking in its extremely short length and strappy detailing on the front. One wrong move and my breasts would spill right out of it. But, one right move would have them fall onto Kiri’s lap. I tried my best to list the pros and cons of the situation. Pondering what I could get out of the ordeal going to the lion’s den dressed as a gazelle. Yet, all I could imagine was me twerking on someone’s son and taking him home afterward.

💘🖤💘🖤

The dress fit like a glove: perfectly tight, almost like a second skin, but very breathable. I paired it with some hoop earrings, a few bangles on each wrist, and 3-inch kitten heels. My goal was to dress to impress, not nurse my aching arches by the end of the night. The entire ride over to the nicer part of town was nerve-wracking, for one, the Uber driver wouldn’t stop staring at my cleavage from the driver’s mirror. And, secondly, Liza practically had phone sex with her boyfriend, who was going to meet us at the party. I stared down at my phone the whole time, rereading Kiri’s message and the ones he sent afterward. It was true, he was wrapped around my finger. He didn’t double text; Kirishima sent five messages in a row.

Hey, are you free tomorrow? I wanted to talk about yesterday.

I’ll buy you that weird thing you like from Starbucks.

The drink you said that tastes like the moon.`

And I’ll get you those cake pop things.

My heart couldn’t help but flutter; I didn’t know he was paying that much attention to me. I only mentioned that Starbucks drink once in his presence, quite a while ago. It had to be a little over a month ago, yet he still remembered.

The car stopped and Liza popped right out. Her 34 inch Brazilian, straight swaying behind her as she closes the door. Still chatting with her boyfriend, she motions me out of the car with an eager smile. Reluctantly, I detach myself from the cool leather and tug on my dress as I closed the door behind me. I looked up toward the mansion before me, white paint and overwhelming size almost frightened me. But, when I saw a familiar, spiky-haired, redhead, all my potential fear left my body and warmth replaced it.

Kirishima’s back was to me; he was having an intense conversation with his best friend, Bakugo, one of the team’s Linebackers. The blond was so close to popping a fuse but Kiri was struggling to keep from laughing directly in his face. I approach the porch, slow and sensual, my eyes glued to him the entire walk over. Kirishima briefly turns around to address a comer of the group, Sero, an offensive player, when his eyes come up the steps. The humorous expression on his face drops and is replaced with awe. The other two boys look in the direction of his eyesight and replicate his reaction.

“Hi—” I lifted my hand to wave, but it never made it past my abdomen. Liza appeared right in front of me and captured my wrist.

“Girl, it’s our song! Hurry up!” She said as she proceeded to drag me into the house.

“Bye—! Wait, damn!”

Liza pulled me to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the living room of the home. She starts to bop side to side, swaying her hips in place. It takes me a few seconds to register that “34+35” was blasting the speakers. Liza twirls around me in a fit of giggles and continues to bop along to the music.

“I thought you liked “positions” better than this track?” I questioned as I matched her rhythm.

“I do! I just had to get you out of there,” Liza answered as she swayed her head back and forth. Which made her hair move in an angelic wave behind her bandeau top and pencil skirt. “Those three guys looked like they wanted to run a train on you.”

“ELIZABETH!!!!” I screamed with a shocked smile.

“What?! I’m not lying!” She gives me a bashful smirk. “You look so good, mamas! Shit, you're making me rethink my relationship with Shinso.”

“Oh my god!” I laughed. “I can’t take your ass anywhere, for real!”

The song began to fade out and bleed into “Pussy Talk” with the infamous City Girls. Liza’s soft bops began to move into full booty bouncing. Soon her hands are on her knees and she’s throwing her ass back on my lap. I press my hand flat on her back and lift my other hand in the air. She whines her waist and looks back at me as her inner hot girl is threatening to make an appearance. Shortly after the first verse, Liza straightens her back and dances around me as I bop to the side, bouncing my ass to the music. A smile comes to my lips as my favorite part plays on full blast.

“Pussy talented, it do cartwheels,” Liza and I screamed in unison. “And he pay ‘cause he like how that part feel.”

“Pussy give speeches, heartfelt,” I continued, popping my back against my friend.

“Yuh,” Liza ad-libbed.

“Said the pussy really talk like it Garfield,” I rapped as I felt Liza’s hands glide up my sides.

“It do!”

We danced around each other for the rest of the song and pulled away from the floor, desperately needing to hydrate. We practically stumbled toward the makeshift bar across the living room. We reached into the cooler and pulled out two bottles of water. We chugged the water and tossed the empty bottles in the trash.

“Only water, ladies?” Mineta asked as we turned back towards the dance floor. “You don’t want something a little. . . stronger?”

“Get lost, grape juice,” a familiar voice suddenly came out of nowhere.

Just a few feet behind the purple blob stood Kirishima and Shinso. If looks could kill, Mineta’s body parts would be staining the marble floors and messing up my fresh pedicure. The poor excuse for a human scurried away as both football players approached us. Shinso instantly wrapped his arms around Liza and planted a kiss on her forehead.

“Having fun, baby girl?” His low voice sounded sensual against the harsh music.

A seductive smile falls on Liza’s face. “I would’ve had even more fun if you actually danced with me for once.”

“You know I don’t like—”

“Too bad!” She pulled Shinso to the dance floor.

Leaving me alone with Kirishima. I turned to look at him and offered him an awkward smile. “How was your diving lesson?”

The redhead returned my smile and scratched the back of his neck. “So you did read me my texts? I was starting to think you were mad at me or something.”

“Not at you, per se,” I replied thinking of my words carefully.

“Then who were you mad at?” Kirishima closes the distance between us and puts a finger under my chin. He redirects my attention to his face and gives me a smirk.

He looked good and he knew it. He wore a simple white t-shirt and black ripped jeans. But, he paired it with a burgundy leather jacket and a Cuban link silver chain. He had a gold wristwatch on his left wrist and a simple chain on his right. And his cologne. . . it danced in my nostrils. It wasn’t too heavy or suffocating; you simply had to be close to him to smell it.

Kirishima was playing a dangerous game and he knew it.

“At the people that take you away from me,” I looked at him with doughy eyes and slightly parted lips. A look of innocence was written all over my face.

Kirishima clenched his jaw and briefly looked away. A blush starting to form on his cheeks. “Well, I—. Shit.” He remained silent for a few seconds, gathering his words, before saying “You don’t know what you do to me, Y/N.”

“And what’s that?” I asked while removing his hand from my chin and bringing it to my lips. I gently kiss his bruised knuckles, never breaking eye contact while doing so.

The redhead opens his mouth to speak but is rudely interrupted by a yelling Liza.

“GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, BITCH!!!! THEY’RE PLAYING OUR SONG!!!!”

While I was talking to Kirishima, the music seemed to slip away. I had no idea what was playing until I refocused my attention on the blaring speakers. “Come on, Kiri. Duty calls.” I drag him to the dance floor.

Liza unlatches herself from Shinso and twirls around me. “I’m not shy, I’ll say it. I’ve been picturing you naked.”

“I’m a little faded, you look like a fucking painting,” I continue the verse as I glide my hands along my body. “Big doe eyes, amazin’. She’s everything I’ve been prayin’.”

Liza walked up to Kirishima and glided her hand along his chest. “Me and your girlfriend playin’ dress-up house.” She pressed two fingers against her lips and poked her tongue out. “I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch.”

Kirishima blushes a bright red, nearly matching his hair. It takes everything in me not to laugh.

I look back at Shinso and he’s just shaking his head with a smile on his face.

“Go get your girlfriend, before she devours your teammate,” I said giggly quietly.

“Go get your best friend before she kills your loverboy,” Shinso counters looking down at me with a smirk.

“He looks like he's gonna pass out,” I replied, struggling to contain my laughter.

“If you think that’s bad, you should’ve seen him when you were twerking on Liza,” Shinso jested while leaning closer to me. “Eijiro looked like he came in his pants.”

I smacked his arm and leaned against his chest. “You’re lying!” Laughter overcame my body; tears were gathering in the corners of my eyes.

“I swear to god,” Shinso struggled to say while laughing. “Then, when Bakugo called you hot. . . Eiji almost went feral.”

“Stop. . . I can’t breathe. . .”

“You better fuck him like the world is ending. . . I can’t keep stopping him from. . . fighting the entire team over you.”

“You and Liza. . . perfect for each other. . . I cannot. . .”

The song swiftly faded out into another. Yet another one of Liza’s favorites: Buss it by Erika Banks.

The young woman peeled herself from Kirishima and began walking to her boyfriend. I distanced myself from Shinso and walked over to Kirishima. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. “Are you okay, Kiri?” A smile painted my lips.

His eyes darkened and he gripped my waist firmly. “I want you. . . so bad right now.”

“How about we get outta here?” I suggested with a raised eyebrow.

“Go say goodbye to your friends, I’ll bring the car around,” Kirishima asserted with a smirk. He pressed a kiss to my forehead before detaching himself from me and walking out of the living room.

I turned back to Shinso and Liza, who were seconds away from eating each other’s face off. I tapped the loving couple and cleared my throat. They both pulled away and stared at me.

"We're leaving," I said simply.

"About fucking time," Liza replied with a smirk. "You better come back to the dorm in a goddamn wheelchair, if not, I'm sending you back to his place."

"You have like zero chill," I shook my head and waved goodbye.

"Don't forget to use protection!" Liza yelled after me.

A chuckle fell from my lips as I walked out of the front door. I found Kirishima exactly where he said he'd be: parked in front of the massive house, within a bright red mustang. He exited the car and walked around to the passenger side of the vehicle. He opened my door and helped me get in. Kirishima made sure I was buckled in and comfortable before entering the car on the driver's side.

He starts the vehicle, and places his right hand on my thigh. He gives the plush fresh a securing squeeze before pulling away from the curb.

The drive was short and sweet, averaging around ten minutes. We parked across the street from the boys’ dorm hall and exited the car. Kirishima opened my door and helped me out of the vehicle.

"If you don't want this, I could always take you home," he said as he shut my door. "I don't want to pressure you into anything."

"I want this more than you know," I responded while gripping his hand. "But, if I ever feel uncomfortable, I'll let you know."

Kirishima nods and smiles. "Good girl. Now let's go."

The moment his dorm's door closed, his body was pressed against mine and his hand glued to my waist. His lips massaged against my own, slow and sensually. I moaned against the kiss, and pressed my body closer to his. He felt so good attached to me, almost like he was meant to be against me. His searing hot kisses inched down my jawline and to my neck. Kirishima's hands slid up my abdomen and to my shoulders, he slipped the straps from the curved surface and pulled away just enough just to allow me to remove them from my arms.

He kissed the other side of my neck, leaving little bites here and there. The redhead ran his tongue against my collarbones and I swear a flood rushed to my nether regions. Kirishima kissed down and left my breast, gathering the anticipation that swirled through my body before latching his lips on my nipple. A throat my moan fell from my mouth and my legs jolted slightly. My mind continued to fog as he nestled against the sensitive bud, while happily moaning against the soft flesh. I pressed one hand against the front door and another in his hair.

Pants left my lips as I began to squirm underneath his body. "Take me to the bed, please," I begged while looking down at him. " I want you so bad, Kiri."

The redhead detached himself from my breast and gripped my chin. "Say my name, baby." His red eyes stared deeply into my brown ones, taking in every little detail of my expression.

"Eijiro," I said breathlessly.

"Say it again," he broke eye contact and gripped my waist.

"Eijiro."

His hands slipped down the curve of my rear and to my legs. He lifted limbs from off the ground and wrapped them around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his leg immediately afterward and giggled.

He walked further into the dorm room and passed through another dorm. He sits me on the extra-long twin bed and falls to his knees between my legs. Kiri unlatches my strappy heel and tosses it to the other side of the room. While he does the other foot, a smirk presses against his lips.

"What?" I asked while looking down at him.

"I'm just thinking about how this started," he said while smiling. "How my shifty grades gave me the best thing that ever happened to me."

"Stop it," I counter with a blush on my face. "You're exaggerating."

"Baby, I mean it with every fiber of my being when I say this," he leaned forward. "I've wanted to be with you for a while now, I just didn't know if you'd like me back. And I was kinda ashamed of taking so long to say something because you're so sweet and you really helped me a lot with Advanced American History. I didn’t want you to think I was using you for information or anything."

I leaned forward and pressed my lips on his forehead. "I liked you even before I officially knew you. When you beat the shit out of that guy that tried to home a drunk girl."

"I don't even remember that."

"It was during a Halloween party last year, that was when I first saw you. And I thought, "wow I wish more men like him existed in this world"."

"I can't believe you remember that."

"How could I not? You basically saved that girl's life and dignity. You were the only human being in a room full of predators. That's when I knew I wanted you for myself."

Kirishima laughs. "Greedy, little Y/N."

I shrugged.

"Come here."

I gathered the football player into my arms and pressed my lips onto his. Taking in every ounce of his kiss. Sucking on his bottom lip. Slipping my tongue within his mouth. Tugging against his collar to close the distance between us. After a few seconds, Kirishima kissed down my body again until he was face to face with my heated center. He scrunched the dress around my waist and pulled my panties off my legs before spreading my legs wide open.

"Oh… look how wet you are, baby," he kissed the soft skin in between my thighs. "All for me."

Kirishima dipped his head between my legs and took a long swipe at the sticky mess between them. A shiver ran along my spine, Arching my back, I released a soft whimper and spread my legs further apart. He dipped his tongue into the smooth canal repeatedly, bobbing his head as he completed the action. His calloused hands slid up my legs once more and hooked around my thighs. Kiri moved his hot mouth from the very bottom of my womanhood to the top, leaving a long string of spit along the way. The redhead sucked on the protruding bud tenderly; with hollowed cheeks, he looked up from my heat and stared into my eyes. I bit my lip and moaned loudly.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I arched my back against his mouth and bucked my hips slowly.

Kirishima released my bud with a silent “pop” and began lapping the rosy, pink button in great haste. My legs jolted at the new source of stimulation and a throaty whine fell from my lips. Squeezing my eyes shut, I squirmed underneath his mouth, desperately wanting to add more friction. Kiri noticed my slutty movements and began to move his tongue even faster.

“Ah. . . just like that, don’t stop,” my fingers gathered my bosoms and gave them a firm squeeze. The walls of my slick cave began to clench and release themselves at a faster pace. Tingles rose up my body, swirling against my lower abdomen, almost numbing my lower half entirely. Then, a searing sensation ripped through me, causing my hips to raise from the bed and my knees to shake. A low scream left my mouth as I felt the throbbing of my bud increase tremendously.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” My hips fell on the bed again and my legs shook violently. Kirishima steadied them as much as he could before a whole another wave hit my body and my entire being went still.

“Ah! Eijiro!” I screamed as the pleasure shot through my body for the last time. Pants left my throat and short spurts, just as sweat dripped from my forehead. I looked down at Kirishima, who had just pulled away from my spasming cunny. He had a look of astonishment on his face, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. He looked down at my wrecked body, taking in the shaking limbs, the thin layer of sweat upon it, and the scrunched-up dress at the waist.

“You sounded so hot screaming my name,” he finally said after a few seconds of silence. “No one has ever made it sound so good as you.”

“Well, grab a condom and I’ll scream your name for the rest of the night,” I replied with a smirk. “If you can last that long.”

“Oh, baby,” Kiri’s smile widened. “You have no idea.”

He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a box of condoms from the top drawer. He ripped one off the sleeve and walked back over to me. I pulled the scrunched-up dress over my head and tossed it to the side. I looked over at Kiri and he’d already stripped himself of his T-shirt. He was currently unbuckling his belt with the condom packet in his mouth. His massive bulge immediately caught my eye and I moaned in anticipation. Kirishima rips the packet open with his teeth and rolls latex down his throbbing shaft. My walls clench at the delicious sight and I could feel my nipple begin to stiffen

“If you’re still tired, we can wait a little—” Kirishima begins to say before I cut him off.

“Eijiro, stop being nice and fuck me like a slut.”

His lips were on mine within the next heartbeat. His hands roamed every crevice of my body, taking in the soft tissue and stretchmarks lovingly. His throbbing member slowly slid into me with little to no friction. He made sure to thumb my clitoris while inserting himself, just so he wouldn’t hurt me. And I swear, I was seconds away from asking him to marry me. He gently moved his hips backward, and then pushed forward again. Highlighting his first stroke. He looked at the crimson hue on my face and leaned down to kiss me.

“You are so pretty, princess,” Kiri groaned softly, as he moved his hips at a gentle pace. “So, so pretty.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again. Our tongues danced together as his member tenderly kissed my sensitive walls with each thrust. Kirishima moaned against my lips, as he took in every part of that union. He hiked up one of my legs and hooked it around his waist while he cradled the back of my neck with the other. He looked into my eyes as he increased the pressure of his strokes and their depth. My mouth hung open, and drool poured from the side of it as he kept up the sickening pace. My eyes began to roll back as throat moans rose from the depth of my body.

“Oh God. . .” I slurred as the pleasure increased within my body.

“Aww look at my pretty baby,” Kiri grunted as he rested his hand on my neck. He pressed his thumb between my lips.

I sucked on the digit and looked into his eyes. He moved his hips faster and my lips separated from around the finger. Pants fell from my lips as I felt his member sensually assault my cervix. After a few minutes, Kirishima suddenly pauses and hikes one of my legs up to his shoulders. He readjusts his body, leaving his hand on my neck and placing his hand on my clit. Kiri began to rock his hips in a powerful, but steady motion. He rubs the throbbing bud in a gentle motion, slowly gathering every ounce of pleasure within my body. The pace of my breathing increased rapidly, as the pool in my stomach began to inflate. Whimpers fell from my lips as I gripped the sheets underneath me.

“I’m so close. . .” I whispered through tight lips. “Please don’t stop. . .”

“You’re squeezing me so deliciously tight, baby,” Kirishima grunts as a droplet of sweat drops from his brow. “Milking my cock for everything it’s worth. What a greedy little cunny you have.”

“Eijiro. . . I wanna cum so bad,” I whimpered through pants. “Please let me cum, baby.”

Kirishima curses under his breath and releases his hand from my throbbing bud. He places both hands onto my neck, thumbs pressing against my jaw. He eases his body forward and keeps his sickening pace. “You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear.”

I sucked in a breath and wrapped my hands around his forearms. I furrow my brows and pant with my mouth open. “You make me feel so good, Eiji. So fucking good!”

“You’re mine, you hear me?” He drops his hands from my neck and presses his forehead to mine. “You don’t get to fuck anyone else. . . . .You don’t get to be with anyone else. . . .My name will be the only name you moan for the rest of your life, do you understand?”

I nod. “I understand.”

“You’re mine and no one else's.”

He pulls me into a searing hot kiss. Drinking in all the love and energy throughout my body. I hook my arms around his neck and moan against his lips. Suddenly, I felt an intense rush of adrenaline pass through my body and everything seemed to go silent. A low ringing noise sounded in my ear as my mouth fell open. I dug my arms into his back and clung to his body. Every fiber of my being tensed and my mind went completely blank for several seconds. Then, slowly, my body released itself and collapsed onto the bed. I opened my eyes lazily to see Kirishima’s eyes tightly closed and his hips slightly shaking. Once he finished his ride, his body relaxed and he lowered my leg from his shoulder. He pulled me into an embrace and pressed another kiss onto my lips.

I pulled away from the kiss and looked into his crimson eyes. “Were you serious about calling me yours?”

“Ugh. . . yes?” He replied hesitantly. Then, he added “If that’s okay with you! I don’t wanna force you—”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I cut him off with a smirk.

“Oh, I was worried for a second.”

“The only thing you should be worried about is your Advanced American History grade.”

“Oh, right. . .”

“You miss another one of my sessions, I’ll ignore you again.”

“Please don’t! I will be present at every session.”

“Good. And you have to be Starbucks.”

“The drink that tastes like the moon?”

“Matcha latte with 2 pumps of chai. Yup.”

“And two chocolate cake pops.”

“Mhm. You know me so well.”