#still got a bit to do but i’ll definitely get it done tonight

[krispiecake]

doing a full clean of my flat but honestly my kitchen + living room are gonna have to wait i think i am so tired

[fastandcarlos]

Streamer Baby : ̗̀➛ Max Verstappen

summary: when max leaves you and your daughter to stream for the night, only one of you is happy to let max go and play for a while

Max’s eyes lit up as soon as he walked into your apartment, heavy footsteps thudding through. He dropped to his knees as your daughter ran through to meet him, leaping up straight into his arms. His grip was tight as her arms wrapped around his neck, kicking her legs excitably at the sight of her dad returning home. After a couple of moments you followed through, joining the duo as Max pressed a kiss against the top of your head. Max’s free arm wrapped around you, inviting you into their hug as the three of you walked back into the apartment, all entangled in with one another.  

“I can’t stay for long,” Max told you, placing your daughter back down. “Don’t forget I’ve got that charity stream tonight.” 

“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget,” you smiled, heading back into the kitchen to carry on preparing dinner for the three of you. 

“Where are you going daddy?” Your daughter asked, her hand still resting on Max’s leg to make sure that he couldn’t run away from her. 

“I’ve just got a bit of work to do sweetheart,” he smiled, brushing his hand over the top of her head. “I promise that I won’t be too long.” 

“You’re stuck with mummy for a little while longer,” you joked, trying your best to keep her smiling. 

“I’d rather be stuck with mummy then do what I have to do tonight,” Max grinned, bending down and lifting your daughter up, a loud squeal escaping from her. 

“You can try and make me feel better, but I know she’s a daddy’s girl,” you assured Max, appreciating the efforts that he went to. He couldn’t help it, he felt guilty sometimes that your daughter clung to him more than you, but you didn’t mind, being a spectator of their relationship was pretty special too. 

“I’ll make sure that I’m done so I can come and say goodnight,” Max informed you both, placing your daughter down in one of the dining chairs just to the side of where you were. He walked around and grabbed himself a drink and a snack from the fridge before heading for the door. “If you need anything, you know where I am,” he smiled, pressing a kiss against the top of your daughter’s head, moving around to kiss the side of yours too before leaving the two of you to it. 

A sigh came from Max as he closed the door behind himself, hearing the groans of your daughter cry out straight away. He felt helpless as you called out her name in the hope that she would stop complaining, but it wasn’t to be. Whilst George headed upstairs, you found a couple of her toys lying around the kitchen floor, picking them up and placing them in front of her, only for her to chuck them to one side. 

“I want to play with daddy,” she cried out, folding her arms in front of her chest, a habit of Max’s she’d definitely picked up. 

“I want to spend time with daddy too, but he’s busy,” you weakly smiled, picking the toys back up off the floor. 

“Why’s he busy?” 

“Because he’s working,” you explained, opening up the kitchen door again to place the toys back in their box. “Why don’t you go and watch the television sweetheart then mummy can get on with sorting dinner?” 

“Can I watch Bluey?” She excitedly asked, offering the first hint of a smile she’d shown since Max left the room. 

“You can watch whatever you want,” you replied, keen to keep that smile on her face for as long as you possibly could. “I’m sure once daddy is done with work he’d love to come and watch Bluey with you too.” 

“Daddy’s coming now?” She quizzed, not quite understanding what you meant. 

“Soon,” you spoke, only for her smile to fade again. You quickly turned the television on, hurrying to find any episode that you could to put on and distract your daughter. Once you had one, you left her to it, heading back into the kitchen so that you could finish preparing dinner for the three of you without any distractions around. 

Above where you were, Max was all set up with his headphones on, talking to some of his fellow drivers who were taking part in the charity stream. He was lost in his own little bubble until a stream of light came through the door leaving him unable to see what was happening on the screen, the light hitting the exact spot where his character was. 

His eyes glanced to the door to see what was going on, only for a little figure to peer around the door frame, a cheeky smile etched on her face. “Love, what are you doing?” Max chuckled as he met your daughter’s eyes. 

“I missed you,” she grinned, inviting herself into the room, her chaotic feet charging through the room to where he was. 

“I’ve only been gone ten minutes,” Max laughed, bending down to pick her up anyway, sitting her down in his lap. Her arms immediately went around his chest, sticking to him tightly just in case anyone tried to take her away. He didn’t have the heart to tell her to move as she wriggled around to make herself comfortable, her hair flicking in front of the screen over and over again. The boys were baffled on the end of the line as Max’s character was killed, he’d gone from top of the leaderboard to bottom of the pack in no time at all, all thanks to the troublemaker cuddled up to him. 

Usually Max hated coming last, especially when it came to impressing on stream, but for once Max could make an allowance. His weakness was absolutely your daughter, every single person that knew Max could tell you that too, which was why it didn’t take long for the other boys to figure out why Max had suddenly plummeted to the bottom of the rankings. 

“Have you got a little guest?” Charles laughed through his headset as Max’s character was shot again. 

“I might have a team mate,” Max sniggered in response, “not that she’s exactly doing a good job of helping me right now.” 

“Don’t use your child to cover the fact you’re rubbish at this game,” Lando teased, celebrating being the one to defeat Max. 

“I’m being honest,” Max chuckled, glancing down at your daughter again. “You just wait until you have kids one day, you won’t be able to get anything done anymore without a little figure following you around constantly.” 

“Why don’t you just tell her to go away?” Lando jokingly quizzed, hearing several groans from many of the drivers through his headphones. 

“Shut up Lando,” Max grinned, “do you hear how stupid you sound sometimes?” 

As the game restarted, Max tried his best to focus again without your daughter getting in the way. That was soon interrupted again though when you peered through the door, smiling softly when you saw your daughter cuddled up to Max, relieved to see that she was safe in the hold of her father. 

“She just couldn’t stay away,” Max laughed, knowing exactly what you were looking at. 

“I had no idea where she’d gone,” you grinned with a shake of your head. “One minute she was there, the next she was gone.” 

“I knew she wasn’t going to leave me alone for long,” Max smiled, taking his headphones off for a moment. “I didn’t have the heart to tell her to go back downstairs again.” 

“It’s alright, she’s not getting in the way though, is she?” You asked him. 

“I’ve lost every round.” 

Oh,” you smirked, unable to hold back your laughter. “It’s for charity so I don’t think you’re allowed to get mad about that.” 

“I also don’t think I have the heart to get mad at this one either,” he chuckled, nodding down at your daughter. 

“No way, she’s a daddy’s girl after all.” 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[hoe-for-hopper]

A Crush On Eddie

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Part 2 is HERE

WARNINGS: kind of a slow burn, unprotected piv, masturbation (f & m), drinking (reader is drunk, not during sex), vomiting (reader vomits)

Word Count: 4,983 (idk how that happened)

Summary: You've got a crush on Eddie Munson, so you drag your two best friends, Steve and Robin to Corroded Coffin's show. When Steve is too drunk to drive you home, Eddie offers.

A/N: I swear this was supposed to just be a one and done Eddie fic, but oops I got carried away and there's gonna be a part 2 (steddie) sometime in the next few days. Partially unedited, ends on a cliffhanger.

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You, Steve, and Robin pull up to the shitty little dive bar that Corroded Coffin is playing tonight. You’re nervous, but you’re not sure why. It’s not like Eddie is even going to notice you. You’re just here to enjoy the show and have a fun night out with your best friends. Besides, you haven’t seen Eddie since you were all in high school and you hardly spoke with him then. He probably doesn’t even remember who you are.

Steve has no clue about your little crush on Eddie Munson. He has no idea that he’s the only reason you dragged them to the Corroded Coffin show. Robin, on the other hand, has been forced to listen to your lust filled rants about Eddie on more than one occasion. 

“Alright, I’ll grab the drinks, you guys go find us a good clean spot to watch them.” Steve shook his head as he made his way to the bar at the back of the room. 

You and Robin found a small table against the wall to the side of the stage. As you two placed your purses and jackets down you looked up and saw Eddie walking towards the bar and your heart skips a beat. He was cute, more than cute, really. 

“Oh God. Why don’t you just go talk to him? It’s not like you two don’t already know each other.” Robin is rolling her eyes as she follows your line of sight to Eddie.

“Because. What would I even say? ‘Hi Eddie, remember how we hardly talked during high school and weren’t even friends? Well, I’ve actually got such a huge crush on you that I dragged my two best friends to your show tonight.’ I mean, come on, Robin.” You let out a heavy sigh and sit down on the stool.

Robin finishes draping her jacket over her chair and sits down, “Well, maybe don’t say that. I was more so thinking of something along the lines of ‘hi.’ You know, something normal.” 

“What are we talking about?” Steve says as he sets down the drinks. 

You catch Robin’s eye and give your head a subtle shake. “Oh, we were just saying how I think that girl over there at the bar is so cute. Y/N was saying I should go talk to her, but I’m just way too nervous.” Robin winks at you as Steve cranes his neck trying to see what girl she’s talking about.

“I didn’t see a cute girl at the bar.” Steve says.

“Oh she must have left already. Anyway thanks for the drinks, I think they’re about to start soon.” Robin spins around to face the stage while Steve is still scoping out the venue for girls.

As all three of you sip your beers and continue talking, the lights dim and Eddie walks onto the stage. You’ve got butterflies already. Robin turns back to look at you, she’s got a knowing smirk on her face. You roll your eyes and take another swig of your drink.

After the first few songs, you start to loosen up a little bit. Steve has gotten you your second beer and you’re almost ready for your third. You really weren’t planning to drink a lot tonight, but you have been wanting to talk to Eddie and you figured the alcohol would make it a little easier.

The next time Steve goes to the bar, Robin pulls you towards the front of the stage. “Robin, what are you doing?” 

“Trying to help you get a closer look at your future boyfriend.” Robin is giggling so hard that a few drops of her beer splash over the rim of the bottle. 

“Please.” You’re rolling your eyes again, but you’re definitely enjoying the close up view of Eddie. You rake your eyes over him and you can’t help but linger on the spot right below his belt buckle. 

“I see you guys are getting in on the action!” Steve comes up behind you and hands you and Robin another beer. “I’m gonna go hang at our table. I’m trying to get this girl’s number, told her to meet me over there.” He walks off towards your table.

You turn back around to face the stage, and notice Eddie is looking right at you. Eddie Munson is looking at you. Your breath catches in your throat as he looks away towards the other side of the crowd. 

Robin nudges you and says “Oh my god! He totally just looked right at you!”

You punch her arm and laugh, but a tingly feeling flows throughout your body. 

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After Corroded Coffin’s set, you and Robin head back to your table to find Steve deep in conversation with a girl that Robin apparently knows. 

“Well, I’ve got to run to the bathroom, I’ll be right back you guys.” You head to the bathroom in the back corner of the venue. 

You fix your hair in the mirror before walking back outside. As you make your way back to the table, an arm reaches out in front of you to stop you. 

“Hey, didn’t we go to high school together?” It’s Eddie. He drops his arm and steps in front of you. 

“Wow, you scared me. Uh yeah, we did.” Your voice is a little shaky. You can’t believe Eddie is talking to you. You knew it was probably no big deal. It’s not like he was actually famous or anything. His band played at a few dive bars around town and that was really it. 

“I’m glad you came out to the show. Did you have fun? I gotta say, I didn’t think this would be your scene. From what I remember, in high school you were in a different crowd.” He’s smiling down at you. 

You look past him to see Robin staring at you with her eyebrows raised. Steve is also staring at you, the girl he was previously talking to had left. You raise your eyebrows back before turning to look up at Eddie. “Yeah, I remembered you had the band in high school and saw you guys were playing tonight. I thought we’d come check you out.” 

Eddie looks over his shoulder and you see Robin and Steve quickly glance away. “I see you’re still friends with Steve Harrington.” He says his name with an annoyance in his voice. Eddie and Steve didn’t exactly get along in school and it seems like Eddie hasn’t forgotten that. 

You chuckle nervously, “Yep. We’re still friends. So, the show was good. You were really great up there.”

“Thanks. That means a lot. I’m glad you had fun. I’ll let you get back to your friends. Maybe I’ll see you around some other time? We’re playing here again next weekend.” 

“Maybe we’ll come watch you guys again.” As you walk back towards Steve and Robin, you try not to overthink too much about your conversation with Eddie.

“Didn’t know you were friends with The Freak.” Steve is saying as you all start gathering your things.

“Oh shut up, Steve. We’re not in high school anymore. Can you at least try to act like an adult?” Robin elbows Steve in his side earning a little “ow” from him.

As you all walk to Steve’s car, you’re telling them about Eddie’s band playing here again next weekend. It takes some convincing from you and Robin, but Steve offers to drive again next weekend.

“Do you like him or something?” Steve is asking you as he drops you and Robin off at your apartment.

You roll your eyes at Steve and say, “No, I just think it would be fun. And maybe next time you’ll have a little more luck getting some numbers.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Steve says before he drives off leaving you and Robin giggling at the door.

You and Robin spend the night overanalyzing the conversation you had with Eddie. Or rather, Robin spends the night listening to you ramble on and theorize your outfit for next weekend.

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By the time the next weekend rolls around, you’ve spent countless hours going over how you’re going to talk to Eddie again. You’re still too nervous to approach him first, but you know you can’t leave the show without speaking to him. 

You hear Steve honk his horn outside and you make your way out front with Robin trailing behind you. Robin had been helping you get ready and listening to you freak out over what you should say to Eddie tonight.

“You girls ready to go? I hope this time is better than the last time.” Steve puts the car in drive and heads toward the bar.

Robin snorts and says, “Steve, you can’t base the fun you have on how many girls’ numbers you get. There’s more to life than girls.”

“Yeah, you’re one to talk.”

When you arrive at the bar, Steve grabs your drinks again and you and Robin head to the same table as last time. Robin nudges you, “Look who’s over there.” She’s smiling and you follow her gaze to the side of the stage where Eddie stands holding a guitar case and surveying the bar. 

When he spots where you and Robin are sitting he walks up to you. “Hi guys. Excited for the show?” 

You’re too nervous to speak, luckily Robin chimes in with, “Oh yeah. You guys were great last time.”

Eddie turns to look at you. You notice how handsome he is when his smile stretches all the way to his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure it’ll be a lot of fun.” 

Just then, Steve returns and sets the beers down on the table. “Hey man, how’s it going?”

Eddie just gives him a little nod and says, “I gotta get up there, but I’ll catch you guys after the show.” When he says it, he’s just looking at you. You feel a tingling go through your body. You feel electric and you can almost feel the blush creeping up your face.

Steve stares after Eddie before turning back around to say, “Jeeze. What’s his problem?”

Throughout the show, you catch Eddie’s eyes a few times. Of course, Robin immediately notices and nudges you each time. When it’s Steve’s turn to grab the drinks, Robin is asking you if you’re actually going to make a move on Eddie tonight. 

“I have no idea. I mean, I want to, definitely. It’s just, I don’t know, we’re total opposites.” You gulp down the last of your beer. Robin assures you that Eddie would be interested just as Steve reappears with the drinks. You notice he’s swaying a little bit as he sets them down and you’re worried he won’t be able to drive home.

Corroded Coffin finishes their set and starts packing up, but Eddie breaks away and heads straight to your table. You stand up to greet him and that’s when you realize just how drunk you actually are. How many beers had you had? At least four, maybe even five? “Hi Eddie.”

“Hey. Like the show?” He’s still only looking at you and you’re not sure if it’s because he has something against Steve and doesn’t know Robin all that well or because he wants to look only at you.

“Yeah it was really great!” You’re excited and slurring your words.

All four of you talk for a few minutes longer before Eddie excuses himself to help the band finish packing up their equipment. 

Eddie is only gone for a few minutes when he returns just as you’re all gathering your things and getting ready to leave. Steve stumbles as he stands and he grabs the table for support. Eddie sees this and says “Hey man, you all right? If you’re not good to drive I can drop you all off.” Eddie offers.

Steves starts to protest saying that you’re all going to different places, but Eddie cuts in with, “Really, it’s no problem. I’ve got the van, you guys can just pile in the back.”

Robin and Steve turn to face you and your eyes are wide. Eddie Munson driving you home after his show? Of course, he’s also driving Robin and Steve home. And it’s because you’re all too drunk to safely get home. It’s nothing exciting. “Yeah, yeah. That would be really great, thank you, Eddie.”

Eddie leads the three of you out to his van. He offers you the front seat which you happily accept and the other two climb in the back. 

You can hear Steve and Robin giggling in the backseat. You’re hoping Robin isn’t drunk enough to spill your secret longing for Eddie. You know this is just a little crush and you’ll get over it. 

You give Eddie directions to Steve’s then to Robin’s house. Eddie pulls up in front of Robin’s and you get out to walk her to her door. “This is your chance, Y/N. You better go for it.” You whisper at her to shut up as she slips inside. 

Not much is said on the way to your apartment, but you’re filled with an electric buzz throughout your body. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or the fact that you’re sitting next to Eddie.

“Thanks so much for the ride. I really appreciate it.” You say as you start gathering your things. Eddie responds that he’s glad to give you a ride. You’re not looking at him, but it sounds like he’s smirking and you blush at where your mind goes. 

You try to get out of the van, but you can’t seem to grasp hold of the door handle without dropping all your things. You laugh as you realize the alcohol is catching up to you. 

“Okay, hang on, sweetheart.” Eddie notices you struggling, gets out of the van, and walks around to the passenger side. He opens the door for you to help you out. “Let me walk you in, I’ll carry your things.”

You hand over your things in silence as you process that Eddie just called you sweetheart. You watch as Eddie fiddles with your keys before finding the one to unlock the door. “Ladies first.” He has one hand on your elbow and the other is pushing the door closed behind you. 

As he sets your stuff down on the entry table you catch yourself saying, “Do you want to stay? I mean, just have a cup of coffee or something? Unless you’re tired. I know it’s late.” 

Eddie says that he would love to, so you head to the kitchen and start preparing a pot of coffee. When you turn back around, you’re hit with an overwhelming sensation in your stomach. You’re going to vomit now. There’s no way you can make it to the bathroom so you  lean over the sink and heave. 

The next thing you know, Eddie is there behind you. He’s taking out the hair tie that had been holding his long hair in a loose bun and pulls your hair away from your face to tie it back. You’ve never been more embarrassed in your life. You’re vomiting in your kitchen sink in front of Eddie Munson who is currently rubbing small circles between your shoulder blades. Through your noises you can hear him saying, “It’s alright. I’ve got you.” Despite your current situation, a rush of heat shoots down to your core. 

Eddie helps you to your bed, leaving to grab a glass of water. When he returns, you’ve slipped under the blankets and are almost asleep. “There’s a glass of water on your nightstand. Call me in the morning and I’ll take you to get the car.” He says before turning to leave.

“Wait. You can stay here, it’s late.” You call out to him from your half asleep state.

Eddie stands in the doorway, debating on what to do. Part of him wants to leave to not make things awkward for the both of you in the morning. He’s not sure if you mean he can sleep on your couch or your bed. 

As if reading his mind, you tap on the bed and roll over sleepily. He doesn’t need any more insistence and takes his jacket off before tossing it on the ground and crawling into bed next to you. He leans up to look at you and realizing you’ve already fallen asleep, he lays back down. As he does, he catches  a glimpse of lacy black underneath your skirt that’s crept up your thighs. 

Eddie is completely still on his back next to you. He’s never told you this, but he had a huge crush on you in high school. He was more than surprised when he’d noticed you while he was on stage last weekend. During the entire set, he had been thinking of ways to talk to you before you left. He was a little disappointed when he realized you were friends with Steve and he’d been hoping Steve wasn’t going to talk you out of coming to the next show. 

When he’d seen you again tonight, he couldn’t wait to talk to you. He’d been hanging out at the side of the stage, waiting for you to walk in. He spent the entire show trying not to stare at you the whole time. He felt like he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He loved the way your short skirt flowed around your thighs. 

Eddie felt you shift, as he looked over he saw that you had kicked off your half of the blanket. With your skirt almost completely up your thighs, he had a perfect view of the lacy black underwear you were wearing. He felt the bulge in his pants grow. 

He knew it wasn’t right to stare, but he couldn’t help it. As quietly as he could, he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his jeans. Slowly, he pulled his pants down just enough to free his hardened cock. 

As Eddie began stroking himself, he imagined what your hand would feel like wrapped around him. He thought about you staring into his eyes as your hand went up and down. He wondered what you would taste like.

Eddie continued to pump his hand up and down while alternating between staring at your ass and imaging all the things he could do to you. He lifted his shirt just as he spilled onto his stomach. Carefully, he got out of bed and made his way to your bathroom to clean up.

When he returned, he draped the blanket back over you and laid down next to you. He wasn’t sure how he was going to fall asleep with the knowledge that he’d just finished himself off a few inches away from you.

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The next morning, you’re awoken to the sound of a voice coming from your kitchen. It takes you a second to remember that Eddie Munson spent the night.

“Oh, you know what, here she comes now.” Eddie hands you the phone as you walk sleepily into the kitchen. You see he’s already made a pot of coffee and is now cooking breakfast.

You know it’s Robin before you put the phone to your ear, you can already hear her voice. “Y/N, was that who I think it is that answered your phone? Was he there all night? What happened!”

“Yes and yes. I’ll call you later okay?” You hung up before Robin could say anything else. “Hey, thanks for the coffee. You really didn’t have to make breakfast though.” 

“After what you did last night, I figured you’d need some energy this morning. Don’t worry about it.” 

You’re shaking and it’s not from the alcohol last night. You’re still trying to piece together what happened. After what I did? What did I do? And then it all comes rushing back to you. You vomited in your kitchen sink right in front of Eddie Munson. And then you invited him to bed. And he accepted the offer. 

Eddie sets a plate down in front of you and leans against the wall sipping his coffee. “I figure we can pick Steve up, take him to get his car. And then…” He pauses, unsure if he should say what he’s thinking. You raise your eyebrows and he continues, “And then I was thinking later tonight, you might want to grab dinner? With me, of course.” 

You almost choke. Is Eddie asking you out on a date or are you reading way too much into things? “Yeah, yeah sounds good.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eddie drops you back off at your apartment after taking Steve to pick up his car. As soon as you’re through the door, you’re calling Robin. “Robin, oh my god.” You gave her a recap of exactly what happened the previous night - vomiting included. 

“You threw up in your kitchen sink and he still slept in the same bed as you. Wow.” Robin is laughing hysterically. “Steve, did you hear that? She threw up!”

“STEVE is there? Oh god, Robin I don’t want more people knowing about this. It’s embarrassing enough that I have to know.” You groan and slide down the kitchen wall to the tile. 

Steve has grabbed the phone from Robin. “Are you dating Eddie now? Because if that freak can get a date easier than I can, I swear…”

“Shut up. No, we’re not dating. Nothing even happened. Sure, we slept in the same bed, but that’s it. Okay?” Even as you’re saying it, you still can’t believe it happened. You tell Steve and Robin bye before you hang up and start getting ready for your date with Eddie.

As you’re in the shower, you think of all the things that could have happened had you not passed out. Your hand slips down to your folds as you slide your fingers around in small circles. You’re imagining it’s Eddie’s hands touching you. As you climax, you’re imagining Eddie’s fingers pumping in and out of you.

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You’re just finishing getting dressed as you hear a knock on your door. “Come in! I’ll just be a minute!” After trying on almost everything you own and calling Robin countless times for advice, you’d settled on a short flowy black dress.

When you emerge from your room, Eddie is sitting on the couch. As he looks up at you his eyes go wide and all of a sudden you feel self conscious. You look down at yourself and smooth your hands down your dress. “You look…incredible.” Eddie finally manages to choke out.

You smile at him and he almost melts. He rakes his eyes over you and without meaning to actually do it, he licks his lips. “You ready to go?” He stands up and grabs your hand, leading out to his van.

You feel an electric buzz that flows throughout your body, centered on where your hands meet.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You can hardly remember dinner as Eddie opens the passenger door to his van, helping you inside. You spent the entire time trying to think of ways to invite Eddie back to your apartment after dinner. You also spent quite a bit of time staring at his hands and imagining what they could do to you. So by the time you’re settled inside the van, your core is already pulsing with need. 

When Eddie arrives at your apartment, you’re surprised when he gets out of the van to follow you inside. “I thought we could hang for a little longer? I’ve been really enjoying talking to you.” He says shyly as you set your things down. 

The two of you sit on the couch and continue the conversation you’d been having about Steve. “He’s really not so bad once you get to know him, I promise.” You’d been trying to convince Eddie that Steve was actually a great friend.

“Well, I’ll believe that when I see it.” Eddie shrugs his shoulders.

Neither of you have mentioned the previous night. You know it’s probably not a big deal, nothing happened and Eddie was just taking care of you after you’d drank too much. 

“Want a beer?” Eddie nods his head ‘yes’ so you head to the kitchen to grab two beers from the fridge. 

When you return to the living room and hand Eddie the beer, your hands brush and neither of you pull away. When you sit down next to him, Eddie leans forward to set his beer on the coffee table. He turns to look at you, “You know, you really do look incredible. Thanks for going out with me tonight.”

You can feel a blush creeping up your cheeks as you set your beer down next to his. “T-thank you. You look pretty handsome too.” And he does. He’s wearing dark jeans, black shirt, and a dark leather jacket. You can’t help but think what he looks like under his clothes. As you look him up and down, your eyes stop on his lap. You can see a bulge, a very big bulge, under his jeans.

Eddie sees you notice and lets out a little chuckle. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you reach towards him and run your hand from his temple to his cheek.

Eddie stills, shocked. After a second, he grabs your waist and pulls you on top of him. Foreheads touching, you stare into each other’s eyes for just a split second before your lips meet.

Eddie’s hands are roaming up your back now, your hands tangled in his hair. “Fuck. I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you at the bar.” He says into your mouth. 

“Mm. Me too.” You breathe just as he rolls his hips hitting your sensitive bud and you let out a moan. 

This is better than he imagined in your bed last night while he pumped himself. “I touched myself last night thinking about this. I was thinking about all the things I want to do to you.” He licks a stripe up the side of your face. 

His words and the friction make you moan into his ear. You tell him how you fingered yourself in the shower, imagining his fingers inside you.

Eddie swears he could cum just from hearing you talk. He scoots you back so he can pull his jeans down before grabbing your hips and rolling them across his cock. Eddie lifts up your dress and pulls your panties to the side. “Is this what you want?” He asks as his finger brushes your clit.

“Mhm. Yes, please, Eddie.” Your hands are pulling his hair and you place kisses down his face before sucking a mark on his neck. 

Eddie lifts you up so he can swipe himself through your folds before lining himself up with your entrance and sliding you down. You gasp as you take the full length of him before tugging his hair even harder.

He gives you a few seconds to adjust to his size before bucking up into you. You can’t hold in the moans that escape from your mouth and your entire body is trembling. You’ve never felt so full. You weren’t a virgin, but it felt like Eddie was stretching your walls as far as they could go. 

“Yeah? Is this what you thought about in the shower?” You can’t speak so you just nod your head ‘yes’. “Use your words, baby. I want to hear you.”

“Y-yes, this is b-better than what I imagined.” Eddie moved his hands from your hips to pull you to his chest. He cradled your head with one hand with his other resting on your lower back. 

Kissing your head he murmured praises into your ear. “You’re doing so good.”

“Eddie.”

Still inside you, he lifts you up and carries you to your bedroom. Placing you down on the edge of the bed and kneeling between your legs, he continues to pump in and out of you. Pulling your dress up he groped at you while using one hand to pull your legs to his neck. “Oh, you’re so wet for me, baby. Gonna cum soon?”

You can’t form words, you moan in response. But remembering what Eddie said earlier you manage, “Gonna cum.”

“Cum on me, baby.” he moves the hand from your tits to circle your clit. In seconds, you’re gushing around him. “That’s it, show me what you’ve been thinking about.”

Incoherent words and moans fall from your mouth as Eddie fucks you through your high. His thrusts become erratic and he’s moved to holding both your legs up against his chest. He’s gripping your calves so tightly, you know you’ll have bruises. 

“Where do you want me, sweetheart?”

Shakily, you whisper, “Inside me. Please.”

“All mine.” Eddie pulls you towards him as he thrusts and releases himself deeply inside of you. “Fuck.” He whispers as he lets your legs down and helps you into the bed. His jeans still around his ankles, he takes them off before climbing in beside you. 

You turn to face Eddie, your eyes glazed over, “I guess our date went well.” He laughs and pulls you in tighter. 

Eddie is tracing shapes along your back, “We’re playing at the bar in a few days. What do you say if you come as my girlfriend this time?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” You nuzzle your head into his chest. 

Just as the two of you are drifting to sleep in each other’s arms, there’s a knock at the door. You both sit up and listen to the person knock again, louder. “Hello? You guys in there?” 

You look at Eddie with wide eyes, “It’s Steve.”

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toji fushiguro x female reader; established relationship (can be read as either married or dating), toji takes care of you during your period, fluff – masterlist here ☆～（ゝ。∂）

toji had a habit of expecting your texts whenever he was at work.

no matter how busy or messy his day got, his phone would constantly buzz with your little "i miss you" and "come home soon" messages. sometimes it was just a photo of you curled up on the couch or something random you’d come across. it was your routine, something that made his day a bit brighter amidst the chaos of his job.

but today was different. he kissed you goodbye in the morning, expecting his phone to light up shortly after with your usual updates, but hours passed and... nothing. just a couple of replies, short and dry, when he reached out to you first. it wasn’t like you at all.

“ya alright?” he texted during a quick break, thumbs moving fast as he glanced around to make sure no one was watching too close. the reply came a few minutes later.

“yeah, just tired.”

toji furrowed his brow, something was definitely off. you never just said you were tired without some kind of follow-up explanation, and he couldn’t help but wonder what was going on.

as the day dragged on, he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling. you still hadn’t texted him again, and by the time he was done with work, he’d already figured out what was happening. he didn’t know all the details, but toji wasn’t stupid. the two of you had been together long enough for him to notice your patterns, and when he thought about it, he remembered the last time you were quiet like this.

“ah, shit,” he muttered to himself, swinging by the store before heading home.

when you heard the familiar creak of the front door, you didn’t think much of it at first. the warmth from the tea brewing in the kitchen wasn’t helping your stomach cramps, and all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep away the discomfort. but then you saw him. standing in the doorway, toji held up a small bag, his expression softer than usual.

“figured ya’d need it,” he grumbled, stepping into the house and kicking off his shoes. the bag rustled in his hand, filled to the brim with period products, chocolate, and — of all things — a few tiny stuffed toys.

you couldn’t hold back the flood of emotions. between the aching cramps and the surprise of toji being so thoughtful, tears welled up in your eyes before you could stop them.

“toji…” your voice cracked as you stepped toward him, clutching your stomach, trying to steady yourself.

he let out a small sigh, dropping the bag on the counter before stepping closer, pulling you gently into his arms. “ya always cryin’ on me, huh?” he teased, his rough hand smoothing over your back. despite his words, the warmth in his tone told a different story — he wasn’t annoyed. not even close.

“i’m sorry,” you sniffled, burying your face into his chest, his familiar scent and the solidness of him grounding you. “just didn’t feel like texting today… i didn’t mean to worry you.”

“s’fine,” he murmured, brushing a kiss against the top of your head. “figured somethin’ was up. you’re not usually this quiet.”

you pulled back slightly to look at him, eyes still watery but a smile creeping onto your lips. “you really went and got me all this?”

“yeah, yeah,” he waved a hand, dismissing the praise with a half-smirk. “don’t make a big deal out of it. just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

you couldn’t help but laugh a little through the lingering tears, shaking your head. “you’re so sweet sometimes, toji.”

“don’t go spreadin’ that around,” he shot back, leaning down to kiss you, but there was a softness to it, a quiet reassurance in the way his lips pressed against yours. “c’mon, lemme take care of you tonight.”

he moved to the kitchen, pouring the tea you’d left brewing, then handing you the warm cup. “sit down. i’ll get everything else.”

you sank onto the couch, feeling a little lighter, though the cramps still lingered. toji moved around the house with a quiet efficiency, unpacking the bag and setting out the chocolate, handing you a heating pad he’d somehow managed to find, and then sitting down beside you. he didn’t say much, but the weight of his presence next to you, the way his arm draped over your shoulders, pulling you into his side, said everything.

“thanks, toji,” you mumbled, leaning into him, your head resting on his chest.

he grunted in response, shifting a little to get comfortable. “don’t mention it.”

and just like that, the weight of the day seemed to fade.

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soft sirius x reader pleasee 🙏🙏 either established relationship or fwb/friends to lovers vibes you decide

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“You ought to start locking the door,” Sirius calls out as he enters your flat. You tug out one earbud to hear him better. “I could be a serial killer.” 

“Right, sure,” you snark lightly, washing dishes double-time. “And you ought to start calling before you come by, but we both have our bad habits.” 

“Like you’d pick up if I did.” He saunters into the kitchen, taking in the mess and then pretending not to notice. He leans against the counter beside where you’re working. “I just thought I’d drop in and see if you have a bit of free time.”

“A bit?” you laugh. “Looking for a quickie, Black?” You stack more dishes on the drying rack, jolting forward to steady them when a bowl on the top threatens to tumble. “Sorry, no time. The kitchen’s been a mess for days, I have to clean up before my flatmate gets home from class and murders me.” 

“But she seems like such a nice girl,” Sirius muses, taking the precarious bowl and drying it with a towel. “Anyway, doesn’t your flatmate’s last class end at, like, six? It’s hardly three.” 

“It’s weird that you know that.” It’s not, really. You know a freakish amount of details about his life, too, but it’s easier to keep up the casualness of this arrangement if you pretend you’re not quite as close as you are. You go into the living room, collecting dirty dishes and talking whilst you walk. “She does, but I have to revise my essay, and if I don’t get this done before I start on that, it won’t be finished before she gets home. I’ll forget, I know it.” 

“Hm.” Sirius takes the kettle down from its cabinet, nudging you aside to fill it from the tap. “Why do you have to revise your essay tonight?”

“Because it’s due in three days,” you explain, taking his place at the sink as soon as he’s out of the way to dunk more dishes in the soapy water. “And I have another essay due in four days, so if I don’t work on this one now, I won’t have enough time to finish that one. And besides those, I’ve got my regular work to keep up with.” 

Sirius is quiet for half a second, which is unusual enough that you look over to check that he’s still here. He’s giving you a look you know too well, one dark brow and one corner of his mouth quirked up suggestively. “Sounds like you need to blow off some steam,” he says. 

You try to scoff, but it comes out a snort. “Oh, fuck off. And quit looking at me.” 

You don’t look up from your task this time, a particularly stubborn piece of food requiring your attention, but you can tell Sirius is pouting at you from just his voice. “A cruel demand, and one I can’t abide by. Sorry, gorgeous.”

“Freak.” You continue scrubbing at the dish. Finally, you give in, using your fingernail to attack the crusted-on piece of mystery food and doing your best to ignore the grossness of it. It comes off, but your nail breaks. “Damn it!”

“Hey.” The teasing tone drops from Sirius’ voice. “Take it easy, dollface. You’ve got time.”

It doesn’t feel like you have time. There’s been alarm bells going off in your head since you’d woken up on Monday morning and realized all you had to do this week, and there’s no time for any of it. There’s a dangerous pressure building behind your eyes, but if there’s one thing you definitely don’t have time for, it’s a breakdown. You force a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. 

“I know,” you tell Sirius. “Thanks.”

“Maybe you should take a break,” he suggests lightly. 

You cut a knowing look his way. “I do not have time for a shag right now, Sirius.”

He grins, showing his teeth. “Not what I was thinking of, but as always, let me know if you change your mind.” You roll your eyes, and his smile drops. “Just, like, an actual break. You seem kind of stressed.” 

“I am,” you say, like duh, “but I don’t have time for a break either. I’ll be less stressed when everything is done.” You just have to make it until then. 

Sirius goes quiet again, but you don’t bother wondering about it this time. It’s fine if he’s worried about you. You want him to be, a little bit. You want someone to see how hard you’re trying, even if it doesn’t look like your efforts are producing much. You’ll wash the dishes, and your flatmate will still be annoyed you’d let them pile up in the first place. You’ll turn in your essays, and they’ll be just okay enough to pass. You can work all day, from the second you wake up until you fall dead asleep, and sometimes it feels like it’s for nothing. But what’s the alternative? Stop, and watch your barely-together life fall apart completely? No, you just have to get through this week. Just this week, and then you can rest until the next hard week. 

You stack the last of the dishes on the drying rack, and your hand has barely left before the three on top slip off. You lunge forward on instinct, like you think you can catch them. You can’t. The crash is loud, but you barely hear it. You bring your hands to your face, cupping your mouth between your palms. Your horrified exhale blows hot air back onto your chin. 

“Okay, it’s okay.” Sirius’ voice is soft, as is his touch on your shoulder, encouraging you back from the glass shards. “You’re alright, just be careful, yeah?”

“Fuck,” you say, and you try to laugh, but what comes out is a dry sob. “Oh my god, fuck me.”

“I think we’ve agreed now’s not a good time,” Sirius jokes, taking a dish towel and using it to scrape together the bigger pieces. “Do you have a broom, love?” 

You shake yourself out of your stupor. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll grab it.” 

You step over Sirius, and he makes a half-suppressed sound of alarm when you come too close to the glass but takes the dustpan when you hand it to him. You sweep up the glass, going farther than necessary from the site of the damage to ensure no one ends up with an impaled foot later on. Sirius dumps it in the trash. 

“Thanks,” you tell him, trying to reorient. “Okay, I need to—”

“Oh, would you look at that,” Sirius cuts you off, going to the stove. “It appears I’ve put the kettle on. Must be habit. Sit and have a cup with me, doll?” You give him a look that says you know what he’s doing, and he shrugs like he doesn’t care. “Just for a few minutes. Please.” 

You relent perhaps too easily, picking out mugs for the both of you and accompanying him to the living room. You curl up against the armrest of the couch, and Sirius settles in next to you, his thigh touching your hip. They’re your usual spots, but what’s not as routine is the arm he wraps around your shoulders, drawing you into his side. You sip at your tea as if you don’t notice. The warmth is soothing as it goes down your throat and seeps into your insides. Sirius turns on the TV, and it’s obvious by now that you’ve been lied to, he doesn’t intend to let you go after a few minutes, but you’re losing the will to hold him to it anyway. You let your head lie on his arm as he begins to trace slow, smooth shapes into your shoulder. 

And though it feels nice, you say, “I don’t need you to coddle me.” 

You feel Sirius shift to look down at you, and you tilt your head to meet his eyes. “But you’ll let me,” he says, “won’t you?” 

You don’t know how to answer that. Sirius doesn’t seem to be waiting for one, pressing a casual kiss to your head and then focussing back on the screen, his doodles on your shoulder never faltering. You rest your head on him again, and you suppose that’s answer enough. 

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“i don’t care if he’s brazilian babe”

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pairing: rafe x reader [est. relationship] 

warnings: mention of private parts, fluff, angst? (if you count rate being jealous and overprotectiive as angst lol)

summary: at a sleepover with kie and sarah, they convince you to tease your jealous and overprotective boyfriend...

a/n: keep seeing gfs prank their bf with this on tiktok and imagine how rafe would react.. also thinking of making the title of my fics my fav quote in the fic, whatcha think?

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“so what’d you three get up to this weekend?” asked rafe as he kept his eyes on the road, one hand on the steering wheel and on your thigh. He had just picked you and kiara up from kie’s house after you, her and sarah spent the last 2 nights there for a weekend away from the boys. The rest of the pogues decided to have a kegger tonight, both kooks and pogues welcome, so rafe picked you two up on his way there whilst sarah had been picked up by john b earlier.

“oh not much” you replied playing with his hand as he drove “just a bit of shopping then we went to the waxing parlour...” you smiled, kie in the back trying to control the laughter itching to burst out, knowing what is about to come. You yourself too struggled to contain your laughter as you thought back to the conversation at kie’s earlier.

“omg you should totally prank rafe with this,” kie laughed out, shuffling over sarah to show you her phone, ”he would lose his shit.” she added on with a bright but sly smile on her face, watching and waiting for my reaction.

It was a tiktok of a girl pranking her boyfriend saying that she got a brazilian wax done... by a man. [a brazilian wax is waxing your pubic hairs/waxing the hairs down there 👀]

You laughed out at the guy’s manly reaction to another guy seeing his girl’s pussy and imagined what rafe would say. It was no secret to anyone that rafe was overprotective. He always had an arm around you at a party and barely ever took his eyes off of you when you seperate from him. He’s also known to get jealous at times after breaking a few guys noses here and there for just looking at you the wrong way. You didn’t mind it much, as long as he didn’t get to the point where you felt as though he was controlling you. And it never did, in fact it made you feel loved and special, the fact that rafe cared so much about you.

“omg y/n you have to do this on rafe” begged sarah placing emphasis on the ‘have’. “i don't know guys... you know how rafe gets.” you replied, feeling yourself get lured into their shenanigans. “i know!” sarah piped up. “if you prank rafe with this, i’ll prank john b with it too,” she exlaimed, jumping up at her genius idea. “okay, but kie has to do it on JJ then” you bargained, causing you and sarah to turn your heads to kie. “fine” she huffed out, rolling her eyes but smiling, excited to prank the boys.

“i still can’t believe how we barely felt any pain at all this” kie piped up from the back, itching to get the prank started. “daniel did such an amazing job, i’m definitely going back to him” she smirked waiting for it to sink through rafe’s head. “daniel?” rafe snorted and laughed, “i hope you mean danielle, and what do you mean he?” he wondered out loud, continuously flicking his eyes back and forth from you and the road waiting for your reply. Well here goes nothing! “no kie’s right, it was a guy named daniel” you stated non chalantly “there weren’t any women available so we had to go with him”. He removed his hand from your thigh, placing it on the steering wheel with his other, “and you couldn’t go anywhere else” he asked, clearly getting irritated at how casual you were about all this. “everywhere else was closed for maitenance after the storm last week, what else were we meant to do” you half lied, proud of yourself for coming up with an excuse that quickly. “i don’t know, maybe go another day?” rafe retorted, raising his voice at the last couple of words.

The next few minutes went by without any word from the three of you, kie in the back sensing the tension and kind of wishing the prank was done alone between just you and rafe. She’d rather have not been there and hear about it than sit here in this awkward silence. 

After a few more minutes you arrived at the beach. As soon as rafe parked the car, kie jumped out muttering a “thanks” desperate to get away from the awkward situation. “bye kie, we’ll find you guys later”. After she was out of an earshot you turned to rafe to see him searching all the waxing parlours in the area on his phone. “rafe” nothing. “what are you doing?” you smiled, unaware to him. “tryna find out who the fuck this daniel guy is” he muttered, too engrossed with his newfound mission. “rafe please” you grabbed his phone and placed it on the phone holder and took his hands in yours making him look at you. His eyes were furious. If looks could kill you’d be gone by now. You pondered for a moment on whether you should continue the prank or not, eventually deciding to since you had come this far anyways and frankly, you had found it funny how pissed off rafe was at this. 

“i’m sorry baby, i didnt think you’d get this upset” you chuckled giving him a small peck on the lips. “what do you mean by that y/n, i’m your boyfriend, of course i’m not gonna like another guy touching your body” he dropped his head to the steering wheel as he started to lose his cool. “and here you are acting like it’s the most normal fucking thing in the world” he finished. “cmon rafe, this is his job. he sees at least ten naked bodies a day, he’s not remembering mine” you internally smiled to yourself for the ‘naked’ comment, knowing that would push him off the edge. “what do you mean naked y/n? where did this guy wax you?” rafe was scared now, interally praying that daniel didn’t wax you where he thinks he did “it was a brazilian wax babe” you smiled. “i don’t care if he’s brazilian babe” you mentally face palmed yourself at your boyfriend’s lack of knowledge of a brazilian wax. “no baby, a brazilian wax is... yknow... down there” you motioned to between your legs whilst rafe looked like he’d just witnessed a murder. “what?! you’re telling me another guy saw you NAKED naked?!” it was taking every ounce of willpower you had left to not laugh at this. “yes but-” “no y/n. no buts. how would you feel if i let another girl shave my fucking balls?!” he laughed but was clearly unamused by what you were telling him “you have no idea who this guy is and what he’s like” he finished. “no its not like that, he was really sweet” you said making rafe laugh “of course he was y/n. he was staring at your fucking pussy and you let him. do you know what kinda signal that gives to a guy?” he questioned. “no it’s fine, i told him i have a boyfriend and he said you’re really lucky by the way!”

Rafe couldn’t believe his ears. He knew how kind and trusting you were, even to people who didn’t deserve it. While it was one of his favourite things about you, it also scared him knowing that there are people out there who could easily take advantage of that kindness. That’s maybe why he felt the need to make this way worse than it actually was.

“do you hear yourself right now y/n” he pleaded with you to see where he was coming from. “i’m sorry, i only did it for you” you muttered looking down, really getting into your role for this prank. “yknow i don’t mind a little fuzz” he said making you cringe as he chuckled, looking down on you and tucking a few stray hair strands behind your ear. Rafe decided he had given you enough shit for this and what’s done is done, as long as it doesn’t happen again. “im still gonna have to talk to this daniel guy” he said calming down, stroking your face and wrapping his arms around you as you leaned into him “give him a piece of my mind yknow” he teased. “you don’t have to do that” you looked up at him beaming, deciding it’s time you stop this silly prank. “oh yeah? why’s that?” he smiled, giving you tiny pecks across your cheek moving down to your neck. “cuz i’m only messing with you” you laughed as rafe pulled his head back, confused. “huh?” “there’s no guy named daniel. it’s just this stupid prank kie and sarah begged me to play on you” you explained while reaching your arm out to scratch the back of his neck. 

Rafe didn’t know whether to be amused or embarrassed at the scene he caused over a small prank. He didn’t know whether to blame you for pranking him or his sister for planting such ideas in your head. As he watched you laugh and look so happy at the little rise you got out of him tonight, he couldn’t be mad. He found it so fucking adorable how small things like this could make you laugh so much and just brighten your day. Next thing you knew, rafe was attacking your face with kisses while tickling you. 

“omg rafe sto- STOP” you laughed out, unable to contain yourself. “you sorry for that mean prank?” rafe questioned not stopping his attack. “yes yes i’m sorry!!” he finally slowed down as your laughs gradually disappeared. “let’s go. everyone’s probably wondering where we are” you said before quickly pecking his nose and making a move to get out the car. Rafe quickly stopped you and brought his lips to your ear “ok but when we get back to mine, i wanna see how your brazilian wax turned out” he whispered before nipping at your earlobe and letting you go.

You both laughed at his boyish antics before making your way to the rest of your friends, ready to tell kie and sarah how the prank turned out, only to be met with a pissed off JJ and John B which was probably due to kie and sarah living up to their end of the deal.

a/n: well that was it. i think this is the first time ive written in a few months and the third overall fic i’ve ever written so im open to feedback. pls i need the criticism to improve 😭

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the minute i fell

pairings: charles l. x f!reader

summary: in which Charles and Carlos make a bet to get with the photographer of Ferrari, a reserved introvert, but finally getting the chance to speak to her, Charles realizes he already lost.

warnings: i had no idea how to end this.. very rushed ending

wc: 2.1k

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The duo sat on the paddock floor, laughing along as others passed them in the ferrari garage not taking into consideration of their conversation. 

“I’m telling you, I am amazing with the women” Charles claimed while Carlos gave him a non convinced look, not accepting his claim. A familiar figure caught Carlos’ eye ready to prove Charles wrong. 

“What about y/n?” Carlos said, a bit quieter as the two turned analyzing her movements as she was adjusting the camera settings, ready to pack and leave. Charles’ gaze longed as he was about to reject the proposal before he heard the spaniard next to him say “Or you could always prove yourself wrong” 

Charles competitive spirit flamed as he just nodded, turning his gaze away from the girl towards Carlos just nodding his head making the other just smirk, already loving the idea of how this would turn out.

It was well known in the garage that y/n didn’t like to be bothered, very quiet and reserved to others. Everyone at some point tried to be friendly towards her but her blunt responses would cause them to turn away, thinking she didn’t like them, didn’t like anyone. 

So when Charles got up he automatically crossed off all of his starter questions knowing it would only end the conversation in 2 seconds. On the other end, the girl was exhausted, having dealt with trying to capture the best moments of the weekend with a constant headache and jetlag. But the job overweight the cons everytime, she was only ever quiet because she was too focused on her job, not allowing anyone to interrupt her during her time. Yes, she already knew most saw her as rude, but she didn’t mind that, at least they stopped pretending to be nice the first week. 

“Capture all the good moments?” at first she thought Charles wasn’t speaking to her, still focused on tuning some camera settings until she heard him clear his throat in front of her finally making her look up. He waited for a proper response but all he received was a tight smile and a barely noticeable nod. The girl was about to gather her belongings, thinking the conversation was done but instead he kept talking to her, “Maybe I’ll get an early preview?”

“Yeah, maybe” she said simply, getting her tote bag and ready to walk out, but Charles didn’t seem to give up almost blocking her exit before she scurried next to him and squeezed outside. 

“What are you doing later tonight?” he ran up to her, catching up to her fast pace clearly catching the hint but refusing to give up this early after Carlos doubted him. Y/n simply shrugged mumbling a soft “don’t know” 

“What if-” he was interrupted with y/n turning and catching him off guard as she finally grew annoyed and said “What do you want, Charles? Seriously, do you find it entertaining to talk to someone who doesn’t want a conversation right now?”

Charles stood, stunned at her questions, finally gathering his thoughts after a couple of moments, commenting “This is the most you’ve spoken. Improvement” the corners of his lips twitch upwards as she sighed, growing more irritated that that was the portion he focused on more. Before he could say anything more on her ‘improvement’ she turned saying a simple “Goodnight” leaving Charles to think to himself while his teammate was trying not to laugh a few feet away seeing Charles’ failed attempt with front row seats. 

A couple of days later

Y/n would be lying if she said she didn’t hate the plan for today, it consisted of having to do a photoshoot with the two drivers. She was hoping to not have to interact with Charles but the way the past couple of days had gone he would definitely try something. 

She had finally finished adjusting the lighting on the scene, seeing the two drivers walk up to their designated areas and before she  could even wrap around the strap on my neck, she spotted Charles with messed up hair. The photographer looked around, hoping to find their hairdresser but found them nowhere near, with a heavy sigh she walked to Charles and trying to keep the most distance, leaned upwards and adjusted the strands that stuck out not daring to make eye contact or take a smell of his fresh cologne.

Charles tried his best to keep her in that same position, praying her gaze would lower to his own, thinking eye contact could help him with achieving this stupid bet he already began regretting and having doubts of his own, but he refused to accept defeat. Seeing her simply turn around after finishing made him internally frustrated, trying to come up with another idea while she was still here. 

After the first set, Charles subconcecially ran his hands through his hair, not realizing he had messed it up until he heard her steps forward him replacing his hand with her own as she ran through it, trying her best to fix his mess. In that moment, Charles felt his own heart speed up, realizing just how pretty the girl was from up close, with a focused gaze having her nose scrunch before leaning back down. This time, she glanced back at him, making direct eye contact but stepped back forcing herself away from him. 

“Fix your shirt Leclerc” she commented, waiting on him as she walked back to her original position. Charles looked down only seeing it tucked in slightly. His innocent smile grew with curious eyes as he asked 

“Why not fix it for me?” he immediately noticed the way her cheeks got pink, whether that be from the bright sun or his question he doesn’t want the answer to, wanting his own delusions to be the true meaning but she just glared at him, ignoring how the sun somehow made his eyes look perfect at the current angle. 

“That would be considered inappropriate” she said, looking back down, ready to take the next set right after he could fix it but she just looked up at him seeing his innocent smile. She turned to Carlos, asking him to fix it and he did with no obligation, she just smiled to herself afterwards before taking another couple of photos, checking them afterwards ready to take the final set at the next location. 

The two followed the girl to the next location with a safe enough distance where she couldn’t hear their whispered conversation. 

“No luck?” Carlos asked even though already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from him and finally admit to defeat but Charles only refused, saying “it’s only been a couple of days”

Carlos just hummed before the two finally caught back up to the girl, waiting for them by the two cars. She instructed them where to stand, giving them simple instructions thinking it shouldn’t be that difficult completely forgetting she was dealing with an irratating Charles today. He stood a couple of feet away from his position, 

“Can you scoot to the left a little, Charles?” she asked, trying her best to appear polite and surprisingly he did as he was told with no obligation. She took the first picture, making sure there was no odd glare anywhere before finally getting back down to take more shots. Taking the final picture, she concluded the day with a simple ‘perfect’. 

The girl was looking through them all, making some adjustments not appearing to notice the Monacan driver walking up to her, only managing to spook her with a simple greeting, only earning a glare right after. 

"Do you need something else" she asked, putting her camera down to face him and while the gesture may have meant little to the photographer it meant an advancement to Charles, making eye contact was his specialty. 

"Just making sure I look good" he said with his charming smile, she only nodded mumbling a barely audible "You always do" but Charles had heard, not so clear but he could make up the mumble, making his smirk grow just by a millimeter. 

"Is it too late for you to fix my hair" he asked with a hint of mischief in his tone but she only stared blankly, not the slightest amused, ready to walk away from the conversation but he grasped her wrist before she could take a step holding her back, sending a strange sensation to both. 

"Terrble joke" he apoligized, knowing he was giving her a hard time. He sighed, debating the options before finally admitting, "Truth is, me and Carlos had this bet going on for the past couple of days, now thinking about it, it was stupid. I won’t bother you again, just please don’t hate me"

"I already knew" she shrugged not appearing the slightest suuprised meanwhile Charles nearly had his whole jaw agape of the reveal. "I was waiting for when you would tell me"

"You knew? Since when?" he didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or stupid. Definetly both.

"The first day" she said ready turn now before saying "Don’t worry, I could never hate the prettiest driver"

The next day had been quite normal, considering Charles stopped bothering the girl, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her. The girl he couldn’t get, had started off as a bet where he would have her fall for him, turned to him falling for her. 

“Hey, Charles?” Her voice made his heart spike up, turning to see her with a small smile. “Mind helping me with something?” 

He nodded, waiting for her request as she fiddled with her ear, taking out a single earring. 

“I lost my earring earlier, mind helping me look of it?” he noticed her earring, one similar to another he had spotted not too far, a golden stud with diamond specs. He just nodded, observing it in her hand before replying with a simple sure. Without saying much else, he headed to the last place he saw it last with the girl trailing behind him. 

“I think I saw it earlier around here” he informed, starting the search with her. “I’ve never seen you wear jewelry before” he attempted to make a conversation and while the girl hesitated, she decided to reply with interest, “I don’t. Normally I am not allowed to, I only wear them on formal occasions really. But the one time I tried wearing it, i seemed to have lost it”

Charles only chuckled, searching the area with more detail. “It sure looks pretty, gift, I assume?” he wanted the conversation to last a lifetime, hearing her voice made him both comfortable and on suspense. 

“Yeah, my mother gave it to me. The only gift she gave me and I’ve lost it” her voice filled with sorrow and Charles immedietly filled terrible, ready to apoligize for even bringing it up but all she gave him was a reassuring smile, “It’s okay, I just need to find it is all” 

The search continued, lasting an hour before the girl gave a tired sigh, feeling her eyes trickled with water but she refused to cry, at least not in front of someone. She was ready to give up, clinging onto the one that she hasn’t lost yet hoping to anyone that could hear to allow her to find the gift. Meanwhile, Charles refused to give up not needing her frowned expression to be the appearance she gives him everyday because he couldn’t find her precious item. Not too long afterward, he finally spotted it, underneath a rug, he immediately grasped it letting out a soft yell, enough for her to hear him 

“Found it!” immediately, she went to him observing the earring before confirming it and thanking him, excitement struck her as she leaped forward grabbing the sides of his face pushing her lips to his. 

Charles arms fell to his sides, still needing time to react before closing her in his embrace wanting to deepen the kiss, eager for more, still ensuring to keep grasp of the earring. The kiss only lasted a minute before the girl finally brought herself back, bringing her hands to her sides, no longer looking at the earring but needing a positive reaction from the driver she as well was having a headache about the past couple of days. 

Seeing no reaction, she immediately grasped the earring thanking him silently but before she could turn away, he grabbed the sides of her face pulling her back in for another taste, she immediately melted in his arms, almost dropping the earring. After the two separated, their eyes wouldnt dare leave each other for a second, Charles lifting a corner of his mouth, feeling all types of adrenaline while the girl in his arms tried her best to calm down not sure if she was liking the rapid pace her heart was going. 

“Hope this isn’t part of your plan Leclerc” was all she could let out, with a shaky breath. Charles only smiled, reassuring her

“I lost the minute I started falling” 

[wosoimagines]

Cowboy - Leah Williamson/Reader

part one | part two | part three | part four

prompt: Leah and Reader get into a bit of a spat.

warnings: none

words: 2163

(Y/N) POV

“Hey, Cowboy!”

I continued to explain to Lotte how she could have stopped me so that I wouldn’t have gotten the shot on goal and taken that pressure off Manu to stop my shot.

“Cowboy!”

I looked over my shoulder to try and figure out who Alessia was trying to talk to. I was a bit surprised to find her running toward me and Lotte. I furrowed my brow because I wasn’t sure who she was calling Cowboy considering no one on the team had any nickname like it.

“I’m sorry,” I said as Alessia slowed down to a stop in front of Lotte and I. “Did you just call me Cowboy?”

“Well, yeah,” Alessia nodded, “Leah calls you Cowboy all the time.”

I blinked in surprise. I really shouldn’t have been that surprised to find out that Leah called me Cowboy considering she still made fun of my accent all the time. I turned to look at Lotte who swatted at Alessia.

“You weren’t supposed to tell her.”

“Hey, back get away from her, Lotte,” I scolded as I got in between the two. “What else does Leah say about me?”

Alessia froze at that. I raised an eyebrow because now I was curious what else Leah told her national teammates about me.

“Alessia, what else does Leah say about me?”

“Nothing. She tells me nothing,” Alessia tried to assure me. I reached out and pushed Lotte backward before I took a step toward Alessia as I stared down at her. “Okay, okay. Just stop with the look and I’ll tell you everything.”

“No! Less, we aren’t ‒‒”

I grabbed ahold of Lotte in a headlock when she went to move around me before I started to give her a noogie.

“Do you want one too or are you going to tell me?” I asked Alessia once I let go of Lotte who was quick to try and fix her hair.

“I’ll tell you, just don’t mess up the hair,” Alessia conceded.

“Now, spill.”

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“You promised you wouldn’t tell anyone about what I said when I got my wisdom teeth out.”

Leah froze as she came out of the bathroom. We had been taking separate cars since Leah didn’t have to go in as early as I did since she was still in rehab, and she usually got done before me as well.

“(Y/N) ‒‒”

“No,” I cut her off, “You promised.”

I had been so out of it after I got my wisdom teeth out that when Leah showed me the videos she had, I had been absolutely mortified. I had made Leah promise me that she wouldn’t tell anyone about it.

“Besides, Lessi already ratted you out for calling me Cowboy as well.”

“It’s a cute nickname.”

“We obviously have different definitions of cute.”

Leah sighed as she moved closer to the bed. I huffed as I moved to the other side though so that I was farther away from her.

“No, I’m mad at you.”

“I didn’t mean to tell them about your wisdom teeth,” Leah said, but it didn’t stop me from glaring at her. “We were out drinking, and Keira asked me how it went. I wasn’t thinking and I made them swear not to tell anyone else the story.”

“You still told them,” I pouted as Leah sat down on the bed. “I haven’t even told anyone about how you were after you ACL surgery. Not even Alex.”

Leah’s best friend had been asking me what Leah had done after her surgery while she was still coming off the pain killers, they had her on, but I had refused to tell Alex after Leah asked me not to.

“Baby, come on.”

“No, you can sit with Lia and Beth at the concert.”

Leah went silent at that. I knew that the concert was supposed to be a surprise, but Alessia had also told me about it.

“And Alessia is the one who gets to wear my extra cowboy hat.”

“That’s not fair!”

“It’s totally fair!”

“But ‒‒”

“No way! You still make fun of my accent!”

“But it’s in a good way.”

“You make fun of it. Maybe I should just go back to the States and make fun of yours with my national teammates.”

“(Y/N),” Leah whined as I got up from the bed and shook my head. I refused to give in on this. “Come on. That’s not fair.”

“No. Lessi is wearing my hat tonight and you can wear the one that she got for the concert,” I repeated. Leah huffed as I started to move out of the room. “And keep fighting me on it and I’ll stay at Lessi’s tonight as well.”

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“You and Leah okay?” Steph asked as she nudged my shoulder with her own.

“We’re fine, Steph,” I assured her as I looked where Leah was talking with Beth and Lia. “We just had a disagreement.”

Steph slowly nodded as Alessia headed over to join us. Alessia glanced over her shoulder where Leah was before looking back at us.

“Is she upset with me?”

I sighed because I knew that it wasn’t fair for Alessia to be in the middle of this spat with Leah, but I had involuntarily put her there.

“No, she’s upset with me,” I assured the blonde striker. My eyes met Leah’s who had apparently turned to look at me. “I told her if she kept arguing with me earlier that I’d stay at your place tonight. If she’s being mean to you just let me know and I’ll take care of her.”

“But it’s all because of what I said earlier.”

“Alessia, it isn’t your fault. Just because you told me doesn’t make it your fault,” I assured her. I didn’t want her to feel like either of us were upset because of her. “I’m not mad at you and if Leah is then it’s her own doing. She knew that I didn’t want her to tell anyone about what happened after my surgery, and she told you guys while y’all were at camp anyways. Plus, she knows that I’m self-conscious about my accent because people have always made fun of it.”

“Yeah, but I told you.”

“Alessia, you aren’t responsible for Leah’s actions. I’m frustrated with Leah, but I’m happy that you told me because she was breaking my trust behind my back and that isn’t okay. So, if Leah is upset with you, it’s just because she got caught, okay?” I explained, causing Alessia to nod. “I’ll talk to her tonight after the concert. Don’t worry about it. Why don’t you go join the others? Steph and I will catch up in just a moment.”

Alessia glanced over at Steph before running off to join the others again. Steph and I stood in silence as I looked back over where Leah was. I did hate that we were fighting, but Leah had broken my trust.

���I didn’t realize you hated your accent.”

I sighed as I looked at Steph. I had been happy when I realized that my accent was starting to change after having been in England for so long even if it did mean that I was getting teased for how it was changing.

“I don’t hate my accent,” I said as I rubbed the back of my neck, “But it does get pretty frustrating when everyone makes fun of the way you say certain words for your whole life.”

“Have you told Leah?”

“Yeah, we’ve talked about it. Especially when she first started staying with me after her breakup with Jordan. I asked her to stop bringing it up all the time especially since I didn’t make fun of the way she said certain things.”

We fell back into silence as my gaze turned back to where Leah was again. I hated that no matter how much I wanted to be angry with her I just couldn’t be.

“I could talk to her for you,” Steph offered.

“As much as I would love that, Steph, this is something that Leah and I have to figure out for ourselves.”

Steph nodded as I caught Leah’s eye again. I nodded my head for her to join me.

“I’ll give you two space,” Steph said once she realized that Leah was headed over to us.

I leaned against the wall as Leah got closer to me. I stared at her as she fidgeted once she stood in front of me. I waited until she looked up at me.

“You get why I’m upset?”

Leah nodded her head.

“So then why are you being mean to Alessia?” I asked. Leah stayed silent as she looked away from me. “Leah, Alessia didn’t do anything wrong. I’m actually really disappointed in you.”

“You aren’t mad?”

“Leah, I’m frustrated that you broke my trust by telling people about the one thing I asked you not to and you weren’t the one to tell me,” I pointed out. I shook my head as Leah looked back at me. “Not only that but you’re still making fun of my accent. You know that I asked you not to.”

“I call you Cowboy around them because you love country music. And you never turn off the good manners. And you always have sweet tea made,” Leah said. I huffed because it still didn’t help that she had never told me. “And because of your accent. Because I honestly love it. And, yeah, I did make fun of it all the time when we first met, but I would absolutely hate it if you lost it.”

“You didn’t tell me these things, Leah. I am your partner, and don’t even think about joking about how I just said that, okay? You’re supposed to communicate these things with me,” I seethed. When was she going to get it? “How the hell am I supposed to be okay with these things happening and you never telling me? I’m having to find them out from everyone else because you keep them secret from me instead of talking to me about it. I’m feeling less like your partner and just someone you fuck.”

Leah stayed silent for a moment.

“You know, your accent gets thicker when you’re mad,” Leah said. I grinded my teeth as I tried to keep my calm. “I’m sorry, but it makes you sound super hot.”

I froze at that. I searched her eyes to see if she was telling me the truth. All I could think about was how she used to only make fun of my accent. She wasn’t lying.

After a moment of us both holding our breath to see what the other would do, I grabbed ahold of the sides of her jacket before pulling her closer. Leah’s hat had fallen off her head as soon as I pulled her against me. But Leah didn’t stop me as I crashed my lips against hers. Leah immediately brought her right hand to rest against my hip and her left against the back of my neck as she deepened the kiss.

“Okay, lovebirds, stop with the PDA before you guys get us kicked out before the concert even starts,” Kim interrupted us.

I pulled back from Leah as I tried to catch my breath while Leah kept her forehead pressed against mine. I waited another moment before I pulled my head back from hers but brought my hands up to cup her face.

“No more secrets, yeah?” I asked. Leah bit her lip before she nodded her head in agreement. “If you break a promise to me, just tell me and we can talk about it like adults when it happens. I’m your Cowboy, okay? I don’t just let anyone call me that.”

“I can sit with you?”

“Oh, I’m still sitting with Alessia,” I said. Leah whined as her shoulders slumped forward. “But you can sit with us if you apologize to Alessia.”

Leah grinned at that as she nodded in agreement. She tried to move away from me, but I grabbed ahold of her jacket again to pull her closer to me.

“I’m still upset that you broke the promise, and we’ll talk more about it at home or tomorrow, okay?” I asked. I waited for Leah to nod in agreement before I pressed a kiss against her cheek. “You should have worn one of my flannels considering we’re at a Luke Combs concert.”

“I have one in the car. I wasn’t sure if you’d appreciate me taking your clothes since you were mad at me,” Leah admitted.

We hadn’t scanned our tickets yet and we did get to park close to the arena.

“Go apologize to Alessia and then I’ll get the girls to give me two of the tickets so we can go get it.”

“And I can still call you Cowboy?”

“You promise it isn’t just to make fun of my accent?”

“I promise.”

“Then yeah, you can call me Cowboy.”

[pauli-writes]

warning: fluff, gepard and reader are already in a relationship, gepard is a down bad for reader (i am not sorry)

pairing: gepard x reader; serval is also there

author’s note: i promise i’m working on requests, in the meantime take this, because wow i’m very behind on requests— (also definitely not proof read)

serval watched in amusement as gepard paced up and down in her shop. the reason for his troubles was you, poor innocent you.

the story between you and gepard was nothing short out of a book. him, the son of a noble family and you, the child of a simple shopkeeper. the two of you became friends when you were young children, and eventually started dating as teens and then stayed together through everything, even the stellaron crisis and the entire aftermath.

serval has watched this relationship grow since its first day, and has been rooting for the two of you since the beginning as well. and now here she was listening to her brother’s nervously telling her about his plan to propose to you now that everything has settled on belobog and thing were going well.

“serval, what would i even say?” he murmured as he paced. “what if they say no?”

the older landau chuckled, “you worry too much. i’m sure they won’t. they adore you.”

gepard sighed. “i know, i know. i just don’t want to get this wrong.”

“get what wrong?”

both serval and gepard jumped at the sound of your voice. how did you enter the shop with either of them noticing?

“nothing.” they replied simultaneously. you raised your eyebrows in suspicion, but dropped asking further questions. instead you walked closer and went to stand next to gepard. he looked a little nervous, which was unbefitting of him. serval meanwhile was watching him with an amused smile, which was very in character for her.

“okay… anyways, are we still going to dinner tonight?” you asked and gepard, almost automatically, nodded his head.

“yes, of course!”

“great, i’ll be ready at seven.” you got on to your tippy toes and pressed a kiss on his cheek, before leaving the shop with a wave. gepard watched you as you left and serval could see the smitten expression on her baby brother’s face. all of you had grown older and matured in your own ways, but this expression of pure unadulterated adoration was as unchanging as the ice and snow on belobog.

“geppie, you need to propose to them tonight.”

“serval-“

“don’t worry it will be fine.” and she said it with such conviction and confidence that gepard believed her if only for a moment.

later that day gepard picked you up from your home and walked you the restaurant you had a reservation at. he was the perfect gentleman throughout the night, what you didn’t know was the ring sitting idly in his pocket, making him more nervous by the second.

he was so concerned about trying to find the right moment, only for dinner to be over before you knew it. he mentally cursed himself as the two of you walked out the restaurant, if he didn’t propose now, he would never propose.

you, completely unaware of his inner turmoil, kept talking about your work and your daily life. then you heard the familiar melody of a guitar. “oh, look. serval is playing on the street. let’s go see.”

gepard could barely register your words before he was pulled along to where his sister was giving a small performance. a number of people were already crowding around her, but she easily spotted her baby brother and his partner. the two landaus locked eyes and serval gave her brother a look that said, “have you done it?” to which he shook his head with an almost ashamed expression.

it was time for plan b then, serval cut her current song short and started playing a song she knew you liked because of you visiting when she was practicing with her band. it was a bit slower than her usual work, but just perfect for this scenario

“oh, i like this song,” you said, humming along to the melody.

gepard chuckled at your adorable behaviour, “i know you do…” he locked eyes with serval again, and she nodded her head at him with a confident smile. “listen, reader, i’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

you turned your full attention to him as he took a deep breath. “we have been together for a while. i still remember when i first saw you in your parents shop as children, and now here we are, grown up and belobog is starting to rebuild itself too. what I’m trying to say is, i would like to spend the rest of my life with you, so will you do me the honour of marrying me?”

“yes, of course!” you replied without hesitation, jumping into his arms and hugging him tightly. gepard was a bit startled, and so were the people who were standing next to the two of you. after a few seconds you pulled away again, but a giddy smile remained, “i was wondering why you were so nervous the entire week. i’m glad it’s because of this and not some work related thing.”

“i’m just glad you said yes,” he said, taking your hand and slipping the ring on it. “i don’t know what i would have done if you hadn’t.”

you smiled at him, not even concerned about the expensive ring. “there is no universe in the world where i would ever say no to you, gepard.”

“noted.” he said with a flustered expression, his cheeks turning a little red.

serval watched from where she was playing her guitar with a smile. she stopped playing for a moment and shouted, “hey, congratulations you two lovebirds!”

everyone turned to look at you and gepard and you both blushed deeply in embarrassment.

as you all grow older some things may change and evolve, other things are constant, like gepard’s love for you… or serval’s teasing.

[aka-indulgence]

Batter Up

Happy bday @llamagoddessofficial , most amazing person in the world :] I hope you enjoy baseball Ramattra kisses ehehehe

(Baseball Ramattra x F!Reader)

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You have a sip of your (intentionally) spiked punch, more to look distracted rather than actually wanting to drink the concoction. The Iris baseball team sat on the bleachers, lounging and chatting amongst themselves, (looking particularly masculine and attractive.) Ramattra, the largest of them all. sat further up, keeping to himself as usual. He throws his head back and chugs a can of Sparks Soda aggressively, before he slams the entire thing against his head and crushes it.

You grit your teeth. You would feel a little guilty for staring at him for so long, if the reason you were looking at all was because he stared first.

As if on cue, the omnic turns and looks you square in your eyes, and you almost spill your punch from the shock, quickly drinking it to avoid his eyes.

You don’t know what Ramattra’s unbroken gaze for you meant. The guy had quite the reputation for being a rough, aggressive type, while also being silent. He didn’t talk much to anyone beside his ‘brother’ Zenyatta, the pitcher of the team. It was obvious to see where he got said reputation from. Whenever he was on the field, he’d bat like a monster.

And whenever you watched him during his games, everytime he hits and gets to a base, he would always look for you in the crowd and stare. Just like he’s doing tonight. You came to the party earlier than the baseball team, and when they walked in it’s like Ramattra was surprised to see you there, and after he sat, he didn’t even try to hide his glaring from you.

You’ve been checking every now and again to see if he was still looking. He always was. The only reason you were able to look at him uninterrupted for so long in the first place, was because one of his mates called on him to ask him something. You can’t quite make out what he’s saying, but you’d recognize Ramattra’s soft, digitized growling voice anywhere.

“Hey, you ok?” Vitri gently prods you. The omnic was wearing a tux-patterned t-shirt and a costume store-bought tophat, and looking at him gave you a bit of levity from how ridiculous he appears.

“You’ve been really quiet.”

“Sorry, it’s just… it’s Ramattra. He’s been staring at me all night. And I mean I know he always stares but- am I crazy? He’s really looking at me right?”

Vitri turns towards the men sitting on the bleachers and hisses. “No, yeah, he’s definitely looking at you.”

“Why’s he always doing that? Does he have some beef with me or something I’m not aware of?”

Vitri’s finger clink against his chin. “Actually… I’m not in the campus’ baseball community or anything but, I’ve heard from the grapevine that he likes you.”

“Ramattra? Likes me??” You laugh in disbelief. “I’m sorry but how? I heard he doesn’t like humans all that much,”

“That’s what I thought too, but I also heard that he likes you. I don’t know! Not like I’m friends with the guy, haha.”

“It’s… a bit hard for me to see. He has uh, ‘I want to kill you’ vibes. Have you ever experienced having someone hold a bat give you after hitting?”

“Eh, I guess not. Look, if he keeps bothering you like this, you need to confront him about it.”

“Ha! As if, even without the staring he’s already scary!”

“Yeah, well, if you’re up for it someday, I’ll back you up. I’m not letting some brute get away with making you feel unsafe, ok?”

That’s… actually really sweet. Right now other than the staring, the omnic hasn’t done anything too weird. Nonetheless, it gets you to smile. “Thanks Vitri. I’ll hold you to it,”

Vitri nods.

“Well, I’m going to get some more more of that cocktail Neela’s making. I don’t know what she has in them other than Refizer but damn, it’s so good. Don’t mind me if I get buzzed later,”

“Go ahead,” you tell him, while swirling your unfinished punch, “I’ve still got this to finish.”

You lean against the wall and look away from the… distractingly intimidating omnic, at the rest of the room. There’s a group of girls, humans and omnics on the other side of the bleachers, chatting among themselves, their bright phone screens shining on their face, tittering. There’s a human couple on the same table as an omnic table clinking their glasses together. Vitri was at Neela’s drink station and the omnics were in discussion with a human girl- apparently Neela could make human drinks too, impressing her.

It wasn’t a high bar or anything, but it makes you grateful to have picked a uni that fosters a healthy human-omnic environment.

Now that you’re not looking at the scary baseball player, you enjoy your drink more. It’s still cold, and there’s a blend of soda and something fruity in it that tastes refreshing. You think you’ll need to ask Neela about her blends sometime.

Someone taps your shoulder. You turn around expecting Vitri to be back with his drink, but instead you’re faced with an unpleasant face.

Mick stands there, his weight on one foot, swiping his hair ‘candidly’. You certainly weren’t expecting him to ever approach you. Why was he even here? This party felt a little too low-key for the likes of him.

“Hey, what’s up girl? What’re you doing all alone here? Your boyfriend ditch you?”

“Vitri’s not my boyfriend, and he’s just over there. I’m just trying to enjoy myself here,”

“Hey, isn’t that what everyone’s trying to do in this life? We’re just trying to get the little pleasures in life before we die…”

Why is he trying to get all philosophical? Was this his idea of hitting a girl? You don’t know what is it about him, but him standing so close to him makes the air feel… itchy. He makes your skin feel hot and prickle, less like romantic blushing and more like you fell into a bush of nettles.

“Haha, I guess,” please leave please leave please leave-

“Hey, since we’re here, why don’t you and I go somewhere private and have some of that ‘little joys in life’?”

And there it was. Mick was well known for sleeping around a lot, and you heard him and his little gang liked to make a challenge out of it, which… you didn’t think real people like that existed, yet here you are.

You scoffed. “What the hell dp you think you’re doing right now? Sorry, but I think you looked in the wrong place. Go to a club or something, not a campus get-together,”

“Aw, c’mon babe, I’m not always a hardcore partier. I like a good time no matter where it comes from! I heard nerdy girls can get freaky too,”

I’m going to be sick, you thought to yourself. This must be one of those ‘challenges’ you’ve heard about. You can’t imagine why else he would be here.

“Look- you don’t even know my name, Mick. No, don’t even try. I’m not looking for a one-night stand, ok? Go try your luck somewhere else people are trying to enjoy themselves, in peace,” you emphasized with your fingers.

His face scrunched into irritation, and you’re glad, because there’s finally some mutual ground you could stand on. He drops his ‘flirting voice’ into something more natural and authentic- even if it sounded nasty.

“Come on. I know you’re not some dead-inside loser. Stop acting like you’re all high and mighty for rejecting me, you could use a guy to change up that bitchy tone of yours-”

You were about to start yelling when his hand reaches for your shoulder, but he stops. He looks over your shoulder and you could see the blood draining from his face.

A hand settles on your shoulder, distinctly metal.

“... Leave.” A dangerously soft voice spoke from behind you. Without another word, Mick scrams, running off with a tail between his legs.

You almost want to run yourself, recognizing the voice. You can’t believe that out of everyone, he came to your rescue.

“Ramattra?”

His face was shadowed by the cap he still had on. His height meant that at this distance, you had to tilt your head up towards him. Normally the fact that omnics couldn’t change their expression without augmentation didn’t bother you, but Ramattra was especially hard to read.

“Um, thanks for coming to my rescue,” you smile at him. He nods at you.

The sounds of metallic footsteps clues you into the fact that Vitri was running towards you, and he quickly stands in between you and Ramattra. The batter backs away, giving him space.

“Hey!” Vitri yells, “You keep away from her-!”

“No- no Vitri it’s ok! It’s all solved now, Ramattra just fended off a creep.”

“I- … he what?” Vitri stares at you incredulously, looking back at Ramattra. The omnic stands unwaveringly.

“Oh, um, then. Thank you. For keeping her safe,” Vitri ‘coughs’, correcting himself. “So you’re good here?”

“Yeah, we’re fine Vitri. Thanks for worrying.”

“Ok. If you’re sure, I’ll be back with Neela, unless you want me to stay?”

“Uh…” you look at Ramattra, who’s standing as if he was addressing a military leader. “It’s ok Vitri, go ahead. I think I’m going to chat with Ramattra for a while, if that’s fine with you, I mean?”

Ramattra tilts his head, you assume a ‘yes’, and Vitri, being an omnic you know well, looks at you with shifty eyes.

“Ok. I’ll leave you two alone, then,” He emphasizes, a teasing tone in his voice that leaves you wanting to smack him, before he promptly returns to the drink station.

For the first time since he drove Mick away, Ramattra addresses you. “(Y/n). Can we go outside? It’s loud.”

“Oh. Yeah, sure,”

Normally you’d be afraid to end up having to confront Ramattra alone, thinking back to the times where you’d pass him alone in the hallway and pointedly looking at the floor. But the way he made Mick run made you feel safe. Maybe it was quick judgement on your part, but you’d really like to trust him.

It wasn’t as if his apparent attractiveness escaped your notice.

You went outside the basketball court. It was on a floor slightly higher than the ground, and that gave you a short ‘balcony’ area with railings. At night it was nice and private, the street lamps of the campus few and far between, giving you just enough light but not enough to distract. You and Ramattra find a bench which you sat on. Politely, Ramattra sits half a space away from you.

You sat there with him in silence. Every once in a while he would move, you assume to speak, but he’d stop. He didn’t know where to put his hands, putting them beside him then on his lap, then back beside him. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was being shy.

“Something on your mind, Ram?”

He starts. “What did you call me?”

“Oh- uh, sorry. It was the first nickname to come to mind, I didn’t mean to offend,”

“No, no. I like it. Everyone on the team calls me that.” He assures you. “I was just looking at the stars,”

You look up to the sky with him. “The stars?”

“You can see them here, but it makes me miss home. You can see much more of them there. I used to count them with my brother,”

“You have a brother?”

“Zenyatta. Brothers by name, not blood.”

“I see,” you didn’t know that, but it makes sense. Out of everyone, Ramattra seemed to be closest to the star pitcher. “I miss the stars back home too. The air is much clearer and there’s so little lights around you can see the whole milky way. I’d never dream to count the stars there- but I liked to lay on a blanket outside, and see how many constellations I could find that night.”

“Constellations,” Ramattra repeats, “I’d like to learn about your constellations one day. We have constellations too,”

“R-really?!”

Ramattra points to the sky.

“That’s the dragonfly.”

It was a chain of 5 stars as its body, with a few stray ones around it as its wings.

“I didn’t know omnics had different constellations,” you say with awe.

“I could teach you more of them, sometime,” Ramattra offers, “If you teach me yours,”

“That sounds fine to me,” you nod at him.

You spend a bit longer in silence. The tension was thinner now, that he spoke. It was weird, hearing the normally wordless omnic get so chatty. Somehow, it made the omnic seem less intimidating, less like the campus ghost that haunted the hallways and frequently frightened passerby. He was a person.

“Hey,” you say at length. “Can I ask you something?”

Ramattra nods.

“Uh,” now that you’re actually doing it, you could feel your heartbeat rise to your throat, and you swallow. “Why… why are you always staring at me?”

He sputters, and you quickly try to explain yourself.

“I-I mean, you’re always looking at me, whenever I see you. In the hallway, at the campus cafe during lunch, a-and when I watch the games!”

You’ve never seen the man so bashful before. Ramattra had pulled his cap to cover his face and was turtling into his uniform. How can someone so big act so small?

Ramattra coughs, and you never realized a cough could sound so handsome.

“I am so sorry about that,” he apologizes, sounding defeated. “I’ve always liked you, (Y/n). But I’ve been waiting for the right moment- or perhaps, I was too timid to speak to you. I wanted to confess to you here, tonight, more elegantly, but it that’s not what happened. I’m sorry,”

He. “You what?”

“I’m-”

“The rumors are true?!” You squeal in disbelief. Ramattra looks shocked, and leans towards you.

“Rumors? What rumors?”

“I mean, I literally just learnt about this like, ten minutes ago, but. Vitri said the omnics around this campus say you have a crush on me, or- or something,” you add in the end, suddenly feeling unconfident though the man just admitted to liking you.

He stares at you, similarly to how he always did. You’ve never seen it so close, though. Even with the context, it’s no wonder you were intimidated by him. He was intense.

“Zenyatta…” he mutters, before he adds “It’s true. I like you,”

You falter under his eyes.

“O-oh,” you giggle, your cheeks warming. “I uh, I always thought you were gonna kill me or something, haha,”

“What? Why?”

Was he that unaware of how he was coming off to you?

 “Because you were always glaring at me! Especially when I watched the games, you’d be staring at me… while holding a bat. What was I supposed to think?”

“Oh,” he leans away from you, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to be intimidating.”

“Then, what were you trying to do?”

Ramattra… steams? There was a gush of air from everywhere in his body, not just his mouth, and you could hear his machinery clicking inside him before they settle.

Huh. I’ve never seen that before.

“I was,” he sounds hesitant. “I was trying to gage your expression. Everytime I did good on the field, I wanted to know what you thought. It makes sense now why you looked so unnerved,”

“Wait, hold on. Were you trying to… show off?”

He exhales, this time through his mouth.

“Oh my god,” you laugh, months of tension from perceived hostility draining out of you. “That explains a lot. I didn’t know you were cute,”

“You. You think I’m cute?”

You blush at the question. “I-I mean, well, it’s just not expected, you know? You’re this… cool omnic guy on the Iris team, one of the best. You’re so strong and cool- and you keep to yourself. You scare most people on campus. It’s just, you don’t expect that guy to be having a crush on you all this time, and that silent scary face was just shy.”

He’s silent for a while, staring at you. Then, “Do you like me?”

He asks so bluntly you stammer. “Y-yeah. I always thought you were handsome, you know, before you started acting scary. You’re a real attractive guy,”

“... You’re very pretty. And cute.” He breathes.

If your eyes could twinkle, they definitely were.

“Th- thank you, Ramattra.”

He’s leaning in closer now.

“Can I,” he murmurs, “Can I kiss you?”

You didn’t know omnics breathed, like, really breathed. You could feel it on your face with how close he was. With anyone else, it’d be too close for comfort and you’d loudly deny that request, but… for some reason, with Ramattra, you could only feel your cheeks getting redder, and your heart pounding in your ears. You’ve never kissed an omnic, and you find yourself staring at his mouth.

Not knowing why, you answer, “... Yes.”

Ramattra moves. He gets up from his seat and stands in front of you, taking his hat off, scrunched in one of his hands, before bracing them on the back of the bench, on either side of you. He’s so close to you, you could see the optics in his faceplate, his eyes peeking from within their slits, looking deeply into yours. You feel goosebumps on your neck, his free, mechanical hand brushing hair behind your ear. His breath fans your lips, and you close your eyes as he closes the distance.

He kisses gently. You weren’t expecting that, you were expecting him to be a bit rougher, but no. You find yourself really enjoying this. He was surprisingly warm, and though you were expecting the sensation to be akin to kissing a flat metal sheet, he felt alive. He moves against your lips, the softest of presses against you. Despite the slow, soft way he was kissing you, you quickly find yourself becoming overwhelmed. Slow meant long, and he kisses you so tenderly and delicately that it felt… intimate. A private moment no one else is supposed to see, unspoken affection all directing at you.

When he finally pulls away from you, your mind is spinning. You looked up at him with new excitement, confusion, and something else. Ramattra doesn’t seem all that collected either, his breaths becoming more labored, his chest visibly rising and falling, his mouth slightly parted. When he pulls his hand back, he double takes at his hat, and it’s not hard to see why.

“R-Ramattra?” You say in alarm, “your hat..!”

As he peels his fingers from his hat, you could see how abused and crumpled it looked, thoroughly crushed. And when he pulls on the panels, you could see the omnic actually left puncture holes from where his fingers had pushed the hardest.

Instead of irritation however, Ramattra actually looks delighted.

“This… is great!” He exclaims, holding it up to the nearest light. “A memento of my first kiss.”

You sit there, staring up at him. “What,” you questioned, “do you mean that was your first?!”

[420days]

LOVE UNREHEARSED - CHAPTER 1

excuse any errors or mistakes

tags: @bebesobrielo @trentybenty @amandairene88 @kiki1704 @paigereeder @uceyliyahh @skyesthebomb @cyberdejos2 @chloeijuana @tian-monique

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It was early Friday morning, and Simone was up, getting ready before she had to leave to catch her flight. She had showered the night before and was currently applying a small amount of makeup.

For Simone, a small amount meant her Fenty Gloss Bomb lip gloss, touching up her eyebrows, and a fresh lash set she got done a few days ago.

She didn’t need to do much to her hair; it was cut to a natural medium-length brown bob that had a healthy bounce and shine. This style had been her go-to for years, especially when she was tired of getting her hair done.

Dressed in a light pink Juicy contour sweatsuit—complete with "Juicy" written in cursive white on the back of her pants—she slipped on a pair of furry slides that showcased her newly manicured toes.

Even for a trip to the airport, she always made sure she looked well put together.

Once at the airport, she went through security and boarded her flight. The process was as long as usual, but she couldn’t wait to be back with her friends.

After six months of being out on an injury, she was finally cleared by the doctors to return to in ring performance. Tonight she would be making her come back and she was beyond excited.

Settling into her seat, she pulled out her Lysol wipes and rubbed a generous amount of hand sanitizer on her hands. It was safe to say she was a bit of a germaphobe; the thought of someone sitting there before her made her uneasy.

The flight lasted about three and a half hours and she slept most of the time. No matter how long the flight, she always felt the need to doze off. A couple of hours later, she woke up, wiped the sleep from her eyes, and watched as people stood up, waiting for the doors to open.

She couldn’t understand why people jumped up as soon as the plane landed, as if they could rush off. While she waited for the commotion to settle, she gathered her belongings and ensured she had everything.

Once she collected her luggage she called an Uber to take her to her hotel. Upon her arrival there were extra towels and bedding awaited her on the bed as she requested before checking in.

As she rummaged through her suitcase, her phone rang—it was her best friend Bianca, who she had known for three years. They had worked together in developmental, and their friendship had flourished as they moved to the main roster.

“Hey boo!” she smiled.

“Hey girly! Did you get into town yet?” Bianca’s voice came through the phone.

“Yeah, I got to my hotel not too long ago, but I’ll be on my way to the arena soon. I just have to shower and get changed.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later!”

Later that night, Simone made her way down the ramp, and the fans erupted in cheers. If there was one thing she missed, it was feeding off their energy. Nobody expected her return, and the atmosphere was electric.

“Okay, best friend!” Bianca clapped as she came through the curtain, slightly out of breath. A few other people joined in the applause, thrilled to see her back after so long.

“Thank you, guys,” she smiled, trying to catch her breath. Even though she won the match, she definitely felt the effects of it.

Bianca threw her arm over Simone’s shoulder as they walked backstage to gather her things. The show was winding down, and everyone was getting ready to leave.

Simone’s purple and white gear sparkled as she walked through the stadium hallways. The embedded jewels glimmered under the lights, giving her the look she loved.

“My hair still looks good?” she asked Bianca, brushing it down and reaching for a water bottle on one of the tables.

“Yeah, it looks good girl. The baby hairs are still laid.”

“Okay, cool. I have to do this interview real quick and then I’ll head back to the locker room,” she said.

“I’ll meet you there,” Bianca responded.

The two went their separate ways and Simone made her way to the backstage area where her interview would take place.

“In five, four, three, two, one…

“You’ve arguably had one of the biggest comebacks in the company’s history. In just two years, you’ve risen from developmental, won a Royal Rumble, and become SmackDown Women’s Champion. How would you describe your success so far?” Cathy asked her.

“Well, this is something I’ve been dreaming about. All the tears and effort I’ve put in over the years were for this moment,” she spoke into the microphone.

“What sets you apart from the rest of your competitors? There are many women vying for your spotlight, but you’ve managed to stand out.”

“What makes me different is that I can be myself one hundred percent, and that’s enough for people to connect with me. I don’t have to rely on a gimmick or pretend to be someone I’m not.” She paused, contemplating her next words. “Being authentic gives me the confidence and drive to perform at my highest level.”

“And one last question. What can we hope to see from you in the future?”

“From here, it’s only going to get better. You’ll be seeing a lot more of me. I’m here to leave my mark and perfect my craft.”

As Roman walked down the hallway, he couldn't help but glance at Simone, who was chatting with Bianca and another girl from the roster. From a distance, he could hear them congratulating her, and he found himself drawn to her. Their eyes met, and she gave him a warm smile, which he gladly returned.

"You ain't talk to her yet?" Roman heard from behind as he prepared himself for the match he had in a few minutes.

"Nah." He shook his head.

"Man, you know someone is gonna snatch her up cause you're taking too long. You see Wallen’s always in her face. I know he's trying to pull her."

"You think I'm worried about Wallen?" He scrunched his face and raised an eyebrow, confused on why Wallen was even being mentioned.

*I'm just saying he be having your girl giggling and what not. I told you I can have Trin pull some strings."

"Nah, I wanna do it the natural way. What's it gonna look like if Trin asked her for me?" He raised his eyebrows.

"You've liked her since before she got injured, and that was six months ago. Now it's been six months, and those feelings are clearly still there. I saw you damn near drooling, which is why I came over," Jimmy said, motioning for him to hurry up and make a move.

"Wasn't nobody drooling. I mean we work together so I'm not gonna just walk up to her and ask her out in front of everyone.”

"Why not? That's how I got Trin. I walked right up to her, told her to save her number in my phone, and sat next to her at catering every damn day. It's all about having game."

*I have game, but it's about timing and planning. I'm not about to be embarrassed in front of my coworkers." He said, while Jimmy sucked his teeth.

"So what's the plan?"

"We have a press conference and a meet and greet tomorrow. I'll talk to her then," he said with a shrug. It seemed straightforward to him, but his cousins were making him anxious.

They knew he had feelings for Simone, but she had been sidelined with an injury for six months. With no prior communication between them, he had to wait until they crossed paths again... and that moment was finally here. He just has to play his cards right and make it happen.

"Alright," Jimmy nodded. "That's smooth."

"Yeah, I know what I'm doing."

"I know, you got it, uce." Jimmy held up his hands, trusting his cousin’s approach.

[uknowme-not]

More than Friends - Han Jisung 1/8

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Han Jisung x Reader (Afab, You/You’re)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You go clubbing with your friends when eventually it becomes late. While in the Uber with your best friend, the alcohol helped break the tension between you two.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Alcohol consumption, Jealousy, swearing, teasing, tiny bit of possessiveness, Nicknames (princess, darling, good girl, sweetheart), praises, soft Dom Han, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex, slight orgasm denial, creampie,

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 2.1k

𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝟏𝟖+

It was another day with your group of friends. Han and Lee Know to seek drinks as you and Soyeon stay seated at the booth you’re at.

You were in a tight, spaghetti strap, dress while Soyeon was in a tight tube top with leather pants which you know will be hard to get out of at the end of the night.

The four of you run a business where you vlog at different places. Normally festivals and clubs. It’s a good source of income for you guys and a great way to enjoy yourselves.

Today, a club has offered VIP treatment all on the house if you left good reviews for them and of course, being young adults, you just had to say yes.

Han walks over holding four shots across his two hands as Lee Know follows with our drinks.

“Your Cosmo my lady” Lee Know winks as he sits next to you.

You take a sip of your drink as Lee Know throws his arm around your shoulder.

As much as you enjoy Lee Know’s warmth, you’ve had growing feelings for your best friend Han. It only got harder and harder to hide these feelings.

Han and you hit it off straight away in high school, and now that you’re both somehow lucky enough to study in the same university, it has made it 10x harder to not notice him.

He’s such an outgoing character and admittedly, you got jealous seeing him dancing with other girls at events like these.

You notice Han staring at Lee Know beside you and Lee Know turns to you with a mischievous smirk. “Care to dance?” He asks.

Not thinking much of it, you take his hand as Lee Know drags you to the colourful dance floor. You made sure to take lots of videos of everyone enjoying themselves and it wasn’t long until Soyeon and Han came with the shots for you guys.

As all four of you take shots you notice Lee Know and Han walk off again.

“What’s up with them?” You chuckle.

“Boy shit” Soyeon rolls her eyes still dancing beside you.

As the night continues on you find yourself sitting back at the booth with the group. Cups of all sizes and styles spread all over the table from all the drinking done tonight.

“Remember that one time when Han got his hand stuck in that tube?” Soyeon laughs as you all join in.

Han rolls his eyes “Shut up, that was embarrassing” he says lightly.

You condescendingly rub his arm “maybe next time you’ll think before you do”

By now it’s three a.m. and the four of you are definitely too drunk to drive.

“I’m calling an Uber” Lee Know says as you all nod in agreement

“One more drink?” Soyeon begs as she drags you to the bar. “I’ll get a mojito and she’ll have a vodka martini” Soyeon smirks at the bartender.

He gives you a quick grin noticing Soyeon’s flirtatious behaviour to which you respond with a shrug.

The bartender hands the two of you your drinks “Make sure she gets home safe” he chuckles as he does his duties to ensure you get home safe.

“Don’t worry, we’ve already called a lift” you respond as you walk to the booth where the boys are getting ready to leave.

“We have five minutes until the Uber arrives. Those drinks better be finished by then” Lee Know says.

Soyeon smirks, “don’t underestimate my skills,” she says as she begins to gulp down the drink.

You and Han share a glance knowing this was bad news. You share a small chuckle and you blush slightly tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Are you okay?” You ask as Soyeon's face flushes red from her actions.

You sip from your martini as Lee Know nods disapprovingly at Soyeon giving her a lecture that you all know she won’t remember.

“Let me help” Han smirks at you as he takes the martini out of your hand to drink from.

You blush at his action. Something about the way he looked (especially his jaw) in the fluorescent lighting couldn’t make you stop staring.

“Oi, enough flirting, we need to take Soyeon home” Lee Know interrupts as he helps Soyeon up.

The four of you were quick to go outside as the Uber came along, placing her in the backseat.

“Lee Know, you go home with her. I’ll take Y/N to mine” Han says.

Lee Know rolls his eyes but nods in agreement.

Han pulls out his phone to call the two of you your own Uber.

“You don’t have to take me to yours,” you say.

“It’s unsafe to send you home alone in this state, at this time of night”

You knew he was right as he opened the door to the Uber for you but a part of you couldn’t stop smiling from the way he cares about you. You enter the backseat and he follows behind you.

He puts his arm around your shoulder as he explains to the driver the location.

As the Uber drives, you nuzzle your face on Han’s neck. You can hear his breath deepens as his heart race.

“Y/n” He breathes softly

“Yeah, Hannie?”

He leans over your face slightly “Have I ever told you how pretty you are?”

“No…you don’t tell me shit” You chuckle, taking him by surprise.

“Well, I do find you pretty” he says leaning closer to your face.

“Don’t play with me” you say softly

“I would never do that to you” He whispers kissing your lips softly.

Without a second thought, you bring your hand up wrapping it around the back of his neck as your thumb gently strokes his cheeks.

You deepen the kiss slightly as your hand finds their way underneath his top collar.

“Wait till we get home” He chuckles as he leaves soft kisses on your jaw.

“Are you sure?” You smirk as your hand goes down to palm the bulge forming in his pants.

“I promise” He responds moving your hand softly away from his zipper.

You watch as he moves your hand gently to his lips and give it a soft kiss. It was intoxicating to watch as he kissed your rings and you could feel your face burn redder.

As the Uber comes to a stop you feel Han’s hand on your waist as he guides you to his apartment.

The second you enter it is like your dress has grown tighter as he softly pushes you against his door. He kisses your neck leaving a small trail of marks as he reaches your jaw.

“So quiet” He chuckles against your skin. “What happened to the girl who was teasing me in the car?”

You stay quiet, not knowing how to respond when it feels like only mumbles will come out.

“I was so jealous watching Lee Know wrap his arms around you, you know? The way he smirked at you-” He scoffs as he continues to leave soft kisses all over your neck.

“You were jealous?”

“Of course I was darling,” He says pulling away from your collarbone to look at you.

He chuckles watching your doe eyes process the words coming out of his mouth. He leans back to kiss you and you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

“I’m going to make sure to kiss you everywhere he’s touched you and more” he breathes between kisses as he taps the back of your thighs.

You wrap your legs around his waist as he takes you to his bedroom. He places you on his bed as he leans down to continue placing kisses all over you.

You lay on the bed using your elbows to support you as he moves your (already short) dress up.

A quiet groan leaves his mouth as his fingers hook your g-string.

“Fuck baby, who were you planning to get with?” He says teasingly only getting you wetter.

He starts kissing your inner thighs before shooting you a look to continue. As you nod a soft yes of consent he slowly starts lowering your g-string, going back to kissing your inner thigh.

“Fuck Hannie” you gasp softly as his lips come closer to your wet cunt.

His tongue starts dancing along your folds just before taking you into his mouth. His lips and tongue savour you insistently as his nose presses on your clit; all while a soft groan escapes from deep within him.

You squirm which only makes him hold your thigh still.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be Princess”

You can only whine in response with a soft nod as your hand slowly moves to the back of his head.

Feeling your hand in his hair, he increases the intensity of his actions, sucking harder on your sensitive nub while using his fingers to tease your entrance. His tongue circles your clit, occasionally moving to taste the sweet nectar that starts to seep from you.

Your legs are shaking slightly around his head as soft moans and gasps escape your lips.

“Mm’ close” is the only thing you can get out of your mouth before he unattached his lips from you, making a whine escape your mouth.

“Not yet baby” he smirks teasingly as he watches you squirm on the bed.

He lowers your dress strap as he slowly pulls your dress completely off, seeing your body on full display. He pulls your hands off when he hears his belt jingle from you trying to undo it.

“Desperate?” He hums as he watches you rub your thighs together to get any form of friction.

He gives your pussy a tap which causes your hips to buck. His teasing manners only cause you to grow wetter.

You watch him take off his top and take off his pants painfully slow. Your hands wander between your legs to rub circles but he was quick to stop it.

“Only me sweetheart” he says as his hand cups your wet cunt.

You grind against his palm, soft moans calling his name. Anything to even get him to supply you with release. Little did you know, he was as desperate as you as his boxer is stained from his precum.

You watch as he takes off his boxers, his tip teasing your entrance causing you to arch your back.

“Are you okay with this?” He asks in a warm tone. “I don’t have a condom with me and-“

“I have an IUD, just please- hurry” You respond as he smirks at the tone of desperation in your response.

Watching you squirm underneath him only made him want to fuck you harder and he did such as he slowly slipped his tips in, letting out a loud gasp from your mouth.

“Good girl” He praises as he pushes more of him into you.

As he starts to slowly rock his hips, your hands tighten around the bed sheet. With each hard thrust, small gasps escape your lips.

He leans down softly and kisses your neck, your fingers intertwining with his hair.

“So pretty baby” He mumbles into your skin. “All mine right?”

“Yours” You breathe softly trying to maintain yourself.

It was only driving him crazy seeing you try to keep your cool underneath him causing him to thrust harder.

A loud moan escapes your lips which makes him smirk against your neck.

“Close-“ You barely stammer out as you clench around him.

“Just wait for me baby, you can do that right?” He kisses your lips gently.

You nod a soft yes as you try not to lose control over your desire.

A few more thrusts in and you could feel him twitch inside you.

“So tight, let me help” he says bringing his hand down to rub your clit.

You could feel your breathing shake alongside his as he kissed you more passionately.

As your moans start to intertwine you could feel him lose control more and more.

“Gonna fill you up bubs, gonna make you feel good ‘kay?” He mumbles pushing himself into you once again until all you can feel is the warmth of his cum inside you joining with your wave of pleasure.

The two of you lay together for a moment before he starts to pull out slightly, causing a small whine from you.

He chuckles leaving kisses on your lips and shoulder. “you’re okay” He comforts as he grabs a towel to clean you up.

He made sure to clean you up first before tending himself, as he starts to gently carry you under the covers.

After he slips under, you cuddle next to him, nuzzling your face into his neck while his finger traces circles on your arm.

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[hyukalyptus]

just some sugardaddy!kai thoughts lol. mdni.

cw. reader wears lingerie, kai makes her not wear underwear once, kai calls reader “baby”, consent is sexy, he’s a ~business man~, kai fires an employee for not too big a reason, gamer!reader a little bit, not too much smut tbh, mostly just buying stuff for reader and being a lil protective lol.

sugardaddy!kai who buys his baby new lingerie for every single date, which is every single weekend. go try on your present for daddy, hm? and he makes you wear it underneath the dress he bought you earlier in the week.

sugardaddy!kai who when no new lingerie this week, daddy? what do you want me to wear? but he just hm…how about you don’t wear anything underneath your dress tonight, baby?

sugardaddy!kai who sends extra presents and takeout when he can’t make a date because an important business meeting came up </3 but he definitely expects pictures from you to make up for it.

sugardaddy!kai who asks you to come over to his house for once and when you walk in, he’s simply sitting on his couch, tie loose, a few top buttons of his shirt undone, bags under his eyes and mmhhh…come sit on daddy’s lap, hm?

sugardaddy!kai who picks you up from ur cute lil bakery job in his fancy sports car, windows so tinted that no one can see who he is, but they know you’re taken.

sugardaddy!kai who takes consent so seriously :( what does my baby want, hm? does she just wanna be my cute pillow princess? but no, daddy…i want it a little r-rougher tonight. that got his attention. but still keeps checking in…does that feel good? yeah? who’s making you feel good?

sugardaddy!kai who brings you to the office holiday party in that sexy red dress he bought you. and of course one of his employees hits on you, nothing too bad but, don’t worry, baby, i’ll fire him tomorrow, okay?

sugardaddy!kai who takes a half day on your birthday to absolutely spoil you. coffee and sweets while ur getting your toes done while he’s sitting behind the nail tech with all your shopping bags, angrily answering that email even though he told them he’d be unavailable.

sugardaddy!kai who surprises you with the most outlandish gifts. you—almost offhandedly—mention how you wish you had a better pc for gaming and one day, you come home with your gaming corner decked out with a fancy height adjustable desk, an expensive ergonomic gaming chair, and your dream pc set up. of course with a note on top of a new set of headphones still in the box, one of those with the cat ears…you’ll look cute in these -daddy <3

sugardaddy!kai who sends you links to your favorite shops with texts like pick out five things. and sometimes maybe you try to pick something out to give to him, but he picks up on it immediately and buys you a sixth gift to make up for it.

[darlingsfandom]

Hellooooo🤎how's everything going?,I hope you are having a great day!!!🫂

If you want and can you could write something about Tommy defending his wife because his son or daughter yelled at her, I saw this on Instagram and thought Tommy would definitely be that kind of husband who says 'she's your mom but she is also my wife, and you are going to respect her'🙂‍↕️ I have a really nice image of Tommy defending his wife like that (I wish it was me)🤭

If you take it, thank you!!! and if it's also good, I love what you do🤎🤎

Tommy will always defend his wife!

This was requested BEFORE the inbox got closed!

To say you’re in a happy family is true but just like any other family you have the ups and downs. Tommy and you have been married for sixteen years, sixteen amazing years with lots of love, laughs and a few business opportunities that neither of you spoke of once the deal was done. In those twelve years you had two children with Tommy: Daisy Ann Shelby and Dean Arthur Shelby! You had twins ! So that’s why both of their names started with the letter D. It also could’ve been a side effects from the drugs to help ease your birth.

Over the years the twins grew up and their personalities started to shine. Daisy followed in your foot steps with wanting to learn how to bake, sew and do make up. Once she started doing make up Tommy was on guard even harder because that meant boys would be coming around. Dean on the other hand did not want to walk in Tommy’s footsteps, he wanted to a math teacher because he was excellent with numbers. He did help Tommy with the business a little bit to get more experience and Tommy didn’t disown him for not wanting to continue the business because he knew better than to push his child into something they didn’t like.

The twins just turned fifteen and boy was puberty a bitch!

Tommy had the talk with Dean about the birds and bees, how to clean himself properly so he didn’t smell like a sweaty gym sock and how to shoot a gun.

You on the other hand had given Daisy Ann the birds and bees talk, how to deal with dumb boys, bitchy girls and a few reminders about periods.

One day as you were in the kitchen with Tommy making dinner, Dean came home in a mood and threw his stuff on the ground with a thud before trying to dart up to his room. You called for him to come back and pick it up and even said please. Dean rolled his eyes at you and Tommy didn’t let it go unnoticed.

“This house sucks!” Dean yelled as he grabbed his stuff and stormed off. Tommy shot up out of his seat but you grabbed his arm.

“Tommy, he’s just a boy in puberty. He didn’t mean it.” You squeezed his arm and Tommy huffed before looking down at your gentle face. He ran his hand over your cheek locking before leaning down to give you a kiss.

“Gross.” Daisy Ann wrinkled her nose as she walked in to see the two of you kissing. Both of you laughed as she walked past. “Mom!” She pulled on your arm.

“What do you need honey ?”

“Are you still going to help me with my dress?” She asked laying her head on your shoulder.

“After supper we can start tonight.” She hugged you tightly before walking back out.

“Now how come Dean can’t be like that?” Tommy grabbed a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up while you furrowed your eyebrows.

“He’s a teenage boy in puberty Tommy , don’t you remember it?” You asked going back to check on dinner.

“Yeah, but if I acted that way …”

“And now we don’t do those things!” You quickly responded before pulling the casserole out of the oven and closing the door with your hip. “Now go wash up. I’ll get the kids.” You kissed his cheek as he put out his cigarette .

You called for the kids and Daisy Ann came running down. After a few minutes you went to check on Dean . You knocked but no answer , knocked again and he opened the door with an annoyed look. “I’ve been calling you, dinners done.” Dean rolled his eyes again. “Without the attitude.”

Tommy was down the hall and could hear you taking to him.

“Maybe I don’t want your shitty cooking, did you think of that?” Your son yelled making your heartbreak in half. Tommy could see the disappointment on your face a mile away and before Dean could slam the door , Tommy’s foot was in the way.

“You listen here you little shit, she’s your mom but she is also MY WIFE! And you are going to respect her!” Tommy’s face was dark red as his index finger pushed into his son’s chest. Dean actually looked scared . Tommy had never yelled at Dean like that. You stood there with tear stained cheeks as Tommy grabbed Dean by the arm and took him out of his room and into the kitchen where Daisy Ann was standing awkwardly.

“Your mother does a lot around here and I will be damned if her own children disrespect her.” Tommy said as he brought his son in. “She does it all because she actually loves you! Do you know how many other mothers have given up their kids around here? Hmm would you rather be on the street? Moving home to home? She’s a good person, a lovely person actually and if you don’t understand that then that’s your issue. But again I will not let either of you disrespect her or talk down to her.”

That night as dinner finished up, Dean apologized to you without Tommy making him. You gave him a hug and kissed his forehead which made him embarrassed because no teenage boy wants him to do that! But he did love you. Tommy walked in on the two of hugging and leaned against the wall with a smile on his face. He knew his son was just going through the hardest part of life and had to remind him that it could be worse because even in the Shelby home, no matter what happens you are still loved regardless and that was all thanks to you.

[togrowoldinv]

Batter, Batter

Jock!Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

On an overnight team trip, Wanda decides to make a move on you. It goes better than she expected

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oblivious reader in the beginning, oral (W and R receiving), fingering, very confident Wanda

Note: I got this idea and couldn’t let it go until I wrote it. Yes, I made them softball players. I know what sports I know. Enjoy!

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

Wanda Maximoff is by far and wide your favorite teammate. The girl always cheers you on the loudest and picks you up when you make an error.

So, you weren’t surprised when Wanda was designated as your roommate for the team’s overnight final tournament.

Now, you sit on the hotel bed in your uniform and wait for Wanda to finish getting dressed. She comes out of the bathroom in just her unbuttoned pants and socks with a sports bra on.

“Y/n, have you seen my jersey?” She asks you.

You look up from your phone and your mouth goes dry. Wanda’s abs are on display. You try to avert your gaze, but it’s no use.

“Earth to y/n,” Wanda says, a chuckle escaping from her lips.

“Sorry- uh- yeah I think it’s over on the dresser,” you stumble through your words.

Wanda nods and finds the jersey. She slips it over her head and tucks it into her pants. Then she looks around again.

“Any chance you’ve seen my belt?” Wanda asks.

“By your bag,” you say.

“You’re a lifesaver,” she says. She puts the belt through her pant loops, but she stops short of buckling it. “Could you help me?”

“Oh- um-”

“My hand still hurts from taking that ball to my knuckles yesterday,” Wanda explains.

You’re sure you would remember if that happened, but who are you to deny helping her? You cross the room and buckle her belt. You don’t see how Wanda stares at you as you do it, her eyes searching for the same want in yours.

When you’re done, you step back and look at her face. She smiles and places a hand on your arm.

“We should get going to make team breakfast,” you say.

“Right,” Wanda agrees. “Let’s go.”

The two of you slip on your shoes and go down to the hotel lobby to meet the rest of the team. You greet Natasha and Carol as Wanda walks off to talk to other teammates.

“So, how is it rooming with Maximoff?” Carol asks you, a hint of teasing in her voice.

“It’s cool, yeah,” you say. “We get along.”

“Yeah, I bet you do,” Natasha teases.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Natasha shares a glance with Carol wondering if she should tell you. She doesn’t get the chance when your coach starts talking to the team.

After listening to the speech, Wanda finds herself sitting next to Monica at breakfast.

“I’m guessing you haven’t made a move yet,” Monica says to her.

Wanda sighs, “No. I can’t tell if it will scare her off if I do.”

“I’ve seen how she looks at you,” Monica says. “She may not know it, but she is definitely in love with you.”

Wanda grins at that.

“I think I’ll do it tonight after the game,” Wanda decides. It’s usually easier than this for her to make moves on girls, but she really likes you and that scares her a bit.

The rest of the day goes by quickly. Both you and Wanda play well, and the team moves on to the next round of playoffs. The team is off celebrating, but you hang back in the hotel room.

You thought Wanda was going out, but she enters the room.

“Oh hey,” she says. “Not going to celebrate?”

“Nah, I’m too tired,” you say. “What about you?”

She shakes her head. “A night in with you sounds better.”

You smile and try to find a movie on the tv. Wanda sits on her bed, but she glances over at you. If she’s going to make a move, she needs to make it now. She stands up and walks to your bed.

“Can I sit with you?” Wanda asks.

“Yeah- okay,” you say.

You scoot over and Wanda sits next to you. She’s close enough that her thigh is brushing against yours. At some point, she places her hand on your thigh and leans her head against your shoulder.

You don’t know why her closeness makes your heart flutter. She stays like that for the whole movie.

Afterward, she sits up straight again and looks at you.

“Y/n,” Wanda begins. She is close to you, close enough that you can see every feature on her face. She is absolutely perfect. Wanda leans her lips closer to yours. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” you whisper. All other words escaping you.

Wanda closes the distance between you two. Her fingers brush softly over your cheek as her lips move against yours. You gasp when Wanda deepens the kiss, her tongue entering your mouth.

She pulls away slightly. Wanda examines your face.

“Have you never had a woman’s tongue in your mouth before?” Wanda asks. Her words have an effect on your body, making you ache for her. You shake your head. “Use your words, baby.”

“No. I haven’t,” you say.

“Just follow my lead, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree, anticipation building up in you.

Wanda kisses you again. This time she wastes no moment. She deepens the kiss. Wanda pushes you back onto the bed. Her eyes rake over your body before her hands begin to wander.

“Tell me you want this,” Wanda says, her hand hovering over your shorts. You had changed into them after a quick shower following the game.

“I want this, Wanda,” you say. You never thought this day would come.

Wanda smiles and slips her hand under the waistband of your shorts. She slides the material down your legs, grinning when you aren’t wearing any underwear. Wanda notices the tint of blush on your face. It makes her heart flutter. She sits up and takes her own pants off, leaving her in a t-shirt and panties.

“You’re so beautiful,” you find yourself telling her.

Your hand comes to her thigh as she straddles your waist again. Wanda looks at you with her big, green eyes. They rake over your lower half before making a silent plea for you to remove the rest of your clothing.

While you’re lifting your shirt over your head, Wanda discards her own. She lays on top of you again, and her breasts brush against yours. The material of your bras annoys her. Wanda takes off your bra and her own.

“So good,” Wanda mumbles as she takes your nipple in her mouth. You haven’t felt anything like this before. Your senses are on overload as she licks and sucks you.

“Oh Wanda,” your moan radiates through the room.

She hums and switches to your other nipple. Her hand makes its way down your stomach to your wet folds. Wanda is no stranger to making a woman feel good. She moves two fingers around your pussy and slips a finger in while she’s still paying rapt attention to your breasts.

“So wet and tight,” Wanda moans out.

You take her break from your breasts an opportunity to lean and kiss her. Wanda’s tongue battles with yours in full force this time.

“Fuck,” you say when she pulls away. She adds another finger as she hits you right where you need her. “That feels so good.”

“Yeah?” She asks. You nod. “Am I the only person who’s ever touched you like this?”

“Yes,” you breathe out.

Wanda replies with another kiss before she slides down your body. Her tongue joins her fingers in pleasing you. With every stroke, she sucks on your clit, pulling the loudest moans from you.

“I want you to come for me, y/n,” Wanda says once she feels you’re close. “I want you to shout my name and come.”

“Wanda,” you whimper, almost coming but not quite yet. Wanda picks up her pace, and with a couple more seconds, you’re shouting her name.

“Yes, that’s a good girl,” Wanda coos as you come down from your high. Your body aches in the best way.

You reach for her, and she hovers over you again. Your hands move through her perfect hair as you pull her down for a kiss. It’s slow and sinful. You realize how much you want her to feel the way you do.

“I haven’t done it before, but can I take care of you?” You ask her.

“Of course, baby,” Wanda agrees. The term of endearment slips off her tongue easily.

You kiss her once more before you switch positions. You lay next to her a bit, so you can pay attention to her breasts. Doing as she did, you take your time licking and sucking her perfect nipples. Her moans encourage you to keep going, even daring to bite her nipple softly.

“I need you,” Wanda says. She pushes on your head to kiss a trail down her chest to her stomach and right where she wants you.

“You have me,” you tell her. “Tell me what to do?”

“Lick me,” Wanda says. Sounds simple enough.

You lick her folds, much like she did to you. You try to replicate what she did. Wanda moans and tells you how to proceed. Once you get the hang of it, Wanda lays her head back on the bed in pleasure.

“I’m going to come,” she moans out when she’s close.

You feel yourself pick up the pace. Wanda’s mouth is open as her face is twisted with pleasure. She comes, and you lick her until she’s begging for you to stop.

“Fuck that was so hot,” Wanda says, her voice breathy.

You kiss her and lie on the bed next to her. Both of you catch your breath.

“I’ve peaked,” you say.

Wanda chuckles, turning to look at you again. You take her hand in yours and bring it to your lips. You kiss the back, and Wanda smiles at your sweetness.

“So, what are we?” Wanda asks.

“Teammates with benefits?” You wonder aloud. Wanda’s hand comes to your cheek. She looks over your face. She wants to do this right.

“How about we go on a date? And then I could ask you to be my girlfriend?” Wanda suggests.

“Even better,” you agree.

Wanda kisses your forehead softly. You spend the rest of the night kissing each other, getting to know each other better, and thanking goodness for an out-of-town tournament that brought you two together.

It was better than any win you could’ve ever foreseen. With Wanda by your side, you’re always a winner.

[explodingstar]

I miss you Simon.

Warnings: NSFW 18+

Pairings: Simon Riley x f!reader

It was a slow day for you back home all the household chores were done and dinner was already made for later tonight. Just some leftovers from the night before, reheated. Simon had only left a couple weeks ago to go back on deployment to another mission. You miss him already and damn do you miss him. You grab a book and lay down in bed with only the bedside lamp illuminating the darkness of the bedroom.

 Buzz buzz

A text? From Simon? You pick up your phone hoping to see his name in your notifications instead its just another alert from facebook. You roll your eyes and put down your phone again but you REALLY needed him to text you especially with the mood you were in at the moment. All of a sudden an idea comes to your mind and you put the book you were reading down on the bedside table alongside your glass of wine. Was this a drunken idea? Possibly. Did it still seem like a good idea? 

Definitely. 

You get up and walk over to your closet and grab Simons favorite article of clothing that he LOVES to see you in. A black lacy one piece that is just sheer enough to see everything, in the right lighting. You grab your tripod and set it up at the edge of the bed and change into the lingerie that Simon had essentially tried to rip off of you before. You set up your phone on the tripod and turn it on video mode to take screenshots of it later. At first you pose a couple different ways. One on your knees with your arms pushing your tits together and your hands on the bed in front of you. Another one with the top of the one piece down so your tits are fully out and your hands running through your long gorgeous hair. You get to thinking…‘What would Simon enjoy most?’ An idea hits you. You turn your back to the camera and seductively bend over to where your ass is in the air and your soaking wet pussy can be seen through the sheer lingerie that you decided to put on. You get up and grab your phone looking through the video to make sure everything is perfect. A couple screenshots here, a couple there and you make a little folder called “For Simon”. 

“This should get him to text me…” ‘attachment delivered’ you read. 

Simon’s POV 

DING “Simon! You got a message!” “Thanks Johnny I’m pretty sure I can hear” Simon says annoyingly. He picks up his phone and opens your message. He smirks to himself and stands up from his seat. “I’ll be right back mates” He goes into the bathroom off of the barracks just for a bit more privacy. 

Your POV

RING RING RING You look down at your phone blushing when you see Simon’s name and photo come across your screen. You slide over to answer “Hiiii Simon” You hear the sound of metal clinking together and you know exactly what it is, his belt coming undone with one hand. “Im going to assume you got my pictures love” 

“Ughh Fuck. I did..ya miss me don’t ‘cha?” He says through grunts. “I always do” you say rubbing yourself just to the sound of his voice. A small moan escaping your lips as you do so. “Wait till I get back…you wont be able to walk for teasing me like this…oh fuck” he says softly. He continues stroking his cock still looking at the pictures you sent. “I cant wait for you to come home.” You say with your middle finger slowly pumping in and out of you. “Fuck..well lucky for you I get home tomorrow…”

A/N: I plan on making this a part 1! Part 2 would be Simon coming home. 😈 (Sorry for any errors its almost 2AM.)