#t: spicy saturday

[paradiseismine]

Hi!!

Today was my birthday and I don’t know if you have requests open, but if you do, could you please write a Mike Wheeler x Munson!Reader? In which Y/N is Eddie Munson’s younger sister and secretly dating Mike and, well, getting into spicy things in his basement?

I would thank you a lot ✨

Hands off - Mike Wheeler x reader

Pairing: Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things) x Munson!f!reader

Warnings: smut, secret affair, blowjob, face sitting, slightly inexperienced Mike

Love note from Nina: first of all, happy belated birthday, darling! 🎂 I hope you had a great day. Second of all: HELL YES, and here you go.

“Hands off, Wheeler boy” Eddie had warned (partly jokingly, but not entirely) when he caught Mike staring at you once. “That’s my little sister, don’t forget that”

But it’s not like he could forget that, really. You’d hang out with Eddie and tag along for D&D campaigns pretty frequently - the gang’s new Druid. You didn’t attend Hawkins High, though, but went to some fancier school in the neighboring town instead. You had gotten the book smarts whilst Eddie had gotten the street smarts, as he’d always say.

Tonight, you had joined the gang for another D&D campaign, on Mike’s basement, as usual. Y’all had been playing for a good five hours or so (with an strategic stop to order a pizza), and besides the fact that the campaign pretty much always took place on a Saturday, it was getting late.

You had caught Mike staring at you a couple times - he was also sitting right next to you, knees “accidentally” touching yours from time to time as the game progressed. There was something about him that made you feel so pretty, so desired, you could barely resist the temptation to touch his thigh under the table. Ugh, you had to come up with a plan, what could you possibly do t-

“Should we wrap and get going, guys?” Dustin suddenly asked, interrupting your thoughts while checking his watch. He didn’t say it, but he clearly wanted to call Suzie before going to bed. Lucas and Will agreed, and so did you and Eddie.

After another round or two, the gang decided to stop the game on a cliffhanger, just to keep things exciting and pick up from where you left off in the following week. Bidding each other goodbye, the rest of the party walked up to the front door and left on their bikes.

“Fuck, you go ahead, I think I forgot something in the basement” you scratched the back of your head, trying to seem nonchalant. “See you at home?”

“Sure, munchkin” Eddie agreed, not seeming suspicious at all. “Just take care on the way home later”.

Going back to the basement meant getting Mike alone - everyone else had gone home and he had to clean up the mess. You walked down the stairs normally, making sure he’d hear your footsteps, just so he wouldn’t be caught off guard.

“Nance?” he asked, sounding puzzled, before seeing you at the base of the staircase, his beautiful hands closing the box in which he’d put all the D&D stuff. “Oh, it’s you” he smiled. “Are you okay? Did you forget anything?”

“Well, actually, i didn’t really forget it, it’s something I’ve been thinking about all day…” you said, mischievous.

Mike looked at you quizzically, wanting your tone to be as naughty as he believed he’d heard.

“Can I-can I help you with that?” He stuttered, head lowered to look into your eyes as you approached him, your chest now nearly glued to his.

Michael Wheeler had fantasized about you pretty much since the first time he saw you - waiting for Eddie next to your scooter in the Hawkins High parking lot, looking like a model in your leather jacket, long hair and red lipstick. He’d get lost in his words when you two spoke, his palms sweating and his heart pounding.

“I’m pretty sure you know you can” you looked up at him maliciously. “Or did you think you were being discreet back there” you pointed towards the D&D table with your head, “Touching your knee to mine every five minutes?”

Mike audibly swallowed. He had been caught red handed.

“Y/n, I-“ he started, nervously. “It’s just… You’re so pretty, and I know you’re Eddie’s sister, so I could never…” he bit his lip, embarrassed. “You know, no matter how much I wanted to… And believe me, I really do…”

You pushed him lightly towards the basement’s couch, and he fell back seating on it. His eyes went wide as you sat on his lap, one leg to each side of his waist.

“Eddie told you to keep your hands off of me, didn’t he?” Mike gulped, nodding with eyes still wide open as you slowly unzipped and took off your leather jacket, setting it aside. The white top you were wearing underneath was tight fitting and had a very low cut - besides, you were visibly not wearing a bra. “Well, he didn’t say anything about me touching you, so…”

You put your arms around Mike’s neck, gently running your fingers through the hair on his nape, your naughty eyes staring at his plump reddish lips. He could barely breathe, but his throbbing erection involuntarily pressing up against your core spoke for him.

“Tell me to stop” you whispered before your lips lightly touched his - and needless to say, Mike never told you to stop. You kissed him chastely at first, but as he seemed to gain confidence, you soon asked for entrance in his mouth with your tongue, and that innocent kissing soon turned into a full make out.

Mike’s hands went straight to your breasts, fondling them hungrily as he moaned into the kiss. You felt an instant rush in between your thighs, your arousal nearly painful; but you still wanted to play the game on the hard level.

“No, no, no” you broke the kiss to whisper to him, as you gently held his wrists and put his hands back on his lap. “Hands off, lover boy, only I get to touch you.”

Mike sighed, feeling dizzy with lust. He had never gotten drunk, but that’s what he imagined being drunk would feel like.

You kissed him once again, softly biting his lower lip, your hands pulling him closer by the collar of his Hellfire t-shirt. Mike timidly moaned as you touched him, his body quivering, aching for more. Soon, your lips found their way to his neck, kissing it, biting it, driving him crazy.

“Could I give you a little love mark, baby?”

“S-sure, I’m yours, whatever you want” he moaned, enchanted by you.

You bit and sucked lightly on his neck, leaving a small purple bruise behind, gently kissing it to relieve the pain afterwards. Mike’s hands grabbed your ass harshly, squeezing it. You couldn’t help but moan at the touch, right on his ear, nibbling on his earlobe.

“Again with the hands, mister? That’s not very Prince Charming of you, I’m afraid. Do I have to tie up those hands to make you behave?” you had grabbed his neck lightly, eyes studying his expression.

“Do you… do you want to tie me up?” he asked, trying to conceal the excitement in his voice.

“I’d love to, can I?” as he nodded, you took off your belt and tied up his hands with it, making a firm knot to secure it.

“Will you… will you still let me please you, y/n?” he nearly begged, his body squirming for relief in those tight jeans. “I always dreamed of making you cum”, he confessed.

You chuckled. He was so adorable, ugh.

“Have you ever had a girl sit on your face before?” you asked softly.

“No, I-“ he said, feeling a bit shy. Mike wasn’t very experienced at all, but it’s not like he was going to admit that to you. “I don’t think so”

“Can I?” you gave him your naughtiest look.

“Sure, beautiful” he agreed, eyes hypnotized by the sight of your perky nipples nearly ripping through the thin fabric of your shirt.

You stood up and stripped for him, garment after garment falling on the floor as he watched, tied up hands trying to palm his own erection for relief. You were so beautiful, and somehow, even more beautiful naked. He sighed, lustful, his face flushed as you approached him again.

You positioned him on the couch and slowly lowered your hips to Mike’s face, carefully adjusting your clit to where his lips were. You held yourself on the couch, not putting your weight entirely on him.

He licked your entrance delightedly, your smell and your taste making his head spin. He flicked his tongue to your clit and earned himself a moan, only to repeat the movement and keep hearing your moans. Your pussy was soaking wet for him, and you couldn’t bring yourself to reprimand Mike when his hands, even tied as they were, reached up to finger you as his tongue kept working on your clit.

“I’m so wet for you, Mikey” you moaned, your hips swaying onto his face. “You drive me wild, I want to cum for you so bad”

Mike whimpered as he kept eating you out like you’d be his last meal, and if Eddie found out about what happened tonight, it would be.

As his fingers curled inside you and his tongue relentlessly massaged your sensitive clit, getting you to moan more and more, legs shaking uncontrollably, you came on his mouth. Mike licked you through your high, still in disbelief that such a pretty girl was wet for him, moaning at his touch, desiring him.

You got off of him and lowered your body once again, kissing him and tasting yourself on his drenched lips.

“You taste so good, princess” he praised, still out of breath.

“I bet you do too, love” you pulled him up so he’d be seating on the couch again. Your legs were still shaky from such an intense orgasm, your head feeling light and dizzy, but you couldn’t wait another moment to have him.

You bent at your waist, hands on his knees, giving Mike your most devilish kiss. He lowered his head, and you immediately knew what he wanted. Putting your naked breasts to his face, he took one of your nipples in between his lips and suckled on it hungrily. His dark eyes were low and seemed in ecstasy.

“Can I give you a-a love mark as well? I mean, here?” he bit the side of your breast gently.

“Sure you can, love” you replied, nearly moaning.

Mikey sucked and sucked onto your skin, leaving a purple bruise behind, before repeating the same step at a slightly different angle. When you looked down, he had left a heart shaped bruise on your chest.

“I swear you don’t even exist, baby boy, I made you up” you chuckled and nuzzled your face onto his neck before pulling up his T-shirt to remove it.

You could hear Mike pulling air in between his teeth as you kissed his chest and his belly, working your way towards the hem of his pants. You looked at him in an inquiring way, hands on the button and zipper of his dark jeans.

He nodded rapidly, and you lowered his pants and underwear to his ankles, eager to take him in your mouth.

“Hold my hair back, will you?” You asked, and even with his hands tied, Mike managed to do it.

Soon enough, you had taken most of his length in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, your hands on his balls and perineum, gently massaging him. Mike’s eyes would squeeze shut and roll back in pleasure, his lips red from so much biting and kissing, faint moans escaping them.

“Princess” he said, his voice barely audible. “You’re so good… Can I cum in your mouth?”

You simply opened your mouth and kept jerking him off as a response. Mike’s knees were shaking (and would’ve buckled if he wasn’t sitting down) as he let out a louder, satisfied moan and released his warm seed into your mouth. You swallowed it immediately, in slight disbelief that even his cum tasted good.

“Did… did you swallow it?” He asked, amazed.

“Of course, silly” you stood back up and kissed his nose playfully. “You taste so good, how could I not?”

“Thank you” He smiled, embarrassed.

“How long have you felt like that?” You sat beside him on the couch, grabbing your clothes back from the floor. “You know, being attracted to me and stuff?”

“I, uhm…” his cheeks had turned pink. “Ever since I saw you that day on the parking lot, waiting for Eddie” he confessed. “Yelling at him for not doing the laundry” you both laughed.

“You caught my eye that day too” you admitted, head tilted to the side. “I just thought I wasn’t your type, you know? I’m quite different from the girls at Hawkins High.”

“You’re way prettier than all of them” he shrugged honestly. “And a lot funnier, more interesting, more intelligent…”

“Do you want to… Keep seeing each other like this?” You suggested, hand lightly caressing his after you untied him.

“Kinda like… dating in secret?” He inferred.

“Eddie would kill you if he found out, wouldn’t he?” You laughed, understanding his point.

“Absolutely”

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

Katsuki Bakugou x F!reader - Fluff oneshot about being married and wanting babies

a little over 1k words, A fluff piece about Katsuki wanting a baby and wanting it NOW. Slightly spicy at the end, like paprika levels of spice (AGED UP THOUGH DON'T COME FOR ME). Give me your requests/comments, I love hearing from you people!

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"Wifey..." Katsuki grumbled, his face buried into your neck, his thumb gently rubbing the plush skin of your stomach up and down. One arm was wrapped around your waist, the other straight beneath your head, and the man himself was spooning you. It was early in the morning, 7:13 to be exact, and he had just woken up. He was still in his black tank top and boxers, It was basically his summertime uniform when it came to sleepwear. What could he say? He was a simple man.

The sun was shining in through the blinds, dappling the neat and tidy room with rays of light, inviting the both of you out of bed. It was a Saturday, the only day Katsuki took completely off (and only because you made him promise to), but unfortunately he woke up at around the same time he would be heading to work.

This pissed him off, especially because he had been up late staring at the ceiling thinking, but once he was up, he was up, and now he had to make it your problem. Your slow breath and heart beat was comforting, sure, but so were your kisses, and your smile, and he wanted that so he would have it. Besides, he had something to talk to you about.

When you didn't rise from his gentle approach, he grumbled and growled, already losing patience. He decided to nibble on your neck, right at the base where it met your shoulder. His tongue gently pressed against the skin, before his teeth pushed a little harder against you. He wasn't going to draw blood, he wasn't going to actually hurt you, but he wanted you up and awake.

You groaned, it was his sharp canines that woke you, but you were already used to his tactics and just waved it off. "Katsuki...Go back to bed..." you mumbled, pushing your face into your pillow and shifting a little in his arms so the blanket covered you even more. "You know I can't," He argued, his voice low and husky from the lack of use yet.

Biting won't work? Fine then. He slipped his muscled arm out from beneath your head, sliding it under your body and meeting his other hand around your waist. Suddenly, he flipped over fast, his version of a death roll. You yelped in surprise, your head falling onto what used to be his pillow, but once you registered what happened you sat up with a pissed look on your face.

"Ok, I'm up! What is so goddamn important that you have to do all that?" He sat up with you, resting his weight on one elbow and grinning. He loved when you were mad, something about it made him twice as attracted to you. He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your cheek and grumbling, "I love you, Wifey." You had been married for 3 years and together for 8, he knew a thing or two about calming you down and making you happy. It worked and you knew it, your cheeks heating and your furrowed brow smoothing.

"W-well...You don't need to wake me up just to tell me that," you scoffed, trying to stay mad but ending up much calmer than before. "I didn't wake you up just for that, dumbass."

Your entire relationship, from acquaintances to spouses, he's called you that. It was to the point that in both of your vocabularies it was practically equal to the word "darling" or "baby," reserved for only the two of you and meant as a term of affection.

"Well what was it for," you asked with a peeved yet inquisitive voice, rubbing your eyes and laying back down to face him. he stayed sitting partially up, his hand grasping at your waist and pulling you close to him. He loved looking at you, seeing the little expressions you made, seeing all those pretty features so specific to you.

"Lets make a brat," He announced, grinning so widely that you'd think he was the Cheshire cat. He was never shy about his thoughts, always believing that beating around the bush got no one anywhere, but his frankness surprised you here.

You paused, your stunned expression amusing him, until finally you said, "W- Uh, R-Right now???" it was silent for a beat, before he burst out laughing at the fact that your first thought was the baby making and not the actual baby.

"No, idiot, not unless you wanna," he teased, planting a kiss on your forehead before placing his chin on your scalp as he pulled you against him. "Nah, I just thought...y'know...maybe it'd be time..." He seemed nervous bringing this up, and rightfully so. it was a delicate topic, and one the two of you hardly touched on. You always wanted kids, and he knew that, but he also knew that timing was everything.

"Well...we are pretty stable right now, financially...and our jobs are pretty flexible, too..." You seemed to be thinking it over. You yourself were on special call with the hero agency, meaning you had a good salary but only worked on special occasions because of the nature of your quirk, and Katsuki had an even better salary and could call off whenever necessary because his squad was reliable enough to take care of things while he was gone. finally, after what he felt was years, you smiled up at him.

"We should have a baby," you giggled, and he couldn't help but smile. You pushed him over, forcing him to lay on his back as you peppered his face with kisses. One of his hands rested on the small of your back, the other gripping your upper thigh as you straddled him. As you kissed his cheek, a thought occurred to you, one that got you too curious to ignore. "How long have you been wanting this, anyway?"

He shrugged, sitting straight up and holding you in his lap. "Dunno," He mumbled. What a bad liar. You gave him that look, the one that meant he wasn't being slick, and he blushed red. "Shut up," he groaned, his hand rubbing up and down your sides mindlessly.

"I haven't said anything," you remarked, which caused his eyes to narrow a little. "Yeah you did, with that dumb face," he countered. "Listen, I promise that whatever it is, I won't judge!" You were begging at this point, and he found that adorable.

He thought about your words, his lips pressing together as he contemplated. finally, he sighed and turned away, muttering, "It's cause you were doin' the dishes..." The dishes? you always did the dishes. He could see your confusion on your face, so he was quick to explain.

"You just looked so damn cute, and it made me think about you... bein' my lil housewife..." he pressed his face into your neck, the last of his words being muffled. You knew he liked the domestic stuff, like when you cooked and cleaned, but you didn't know he liked it enough to put a baby in you. "But Kat, I'm basically already your housewife," you laughed, the heat of his face radiating against your skin.

"Well yeah, but not with kids." Don't get him wrong, he liked splitting the chores, and he was happy with you having your own job and money, but he also liked you doing household things. It wasn't about you doing the "womanly roles" either, and more about you just doing things at home. It was something he and only he got to see, something intimate, and he wanted more of it.

"I thought you said you didn't like kids," you pointed out, an amused tone in your voice. "It's different. Our kids will be the best kids." The idea made you a little giddy too, Katsuki playing with their kids, looking at them the way he looked at you, like they were the most important things in the whole wide world.

"Your offer still good," he asked, regaining his confidence as his voice lowered a little. "What offer," you asked as he pulled back from your neck and smirked mischievously at you. "To make 'em right now," he chuckled, watching as your eyes widened and your lips curved into a nervous smile. "what? Gotta get started as soon as possible, right?"

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Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, I just love the domestic crap, I live for it lol.

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Noni !!!! ♡

Help! Staaap me ! I'm having ideas aaaa, I don't write well, but the muses gave me this, and I need to torment someone with it ! Lucky you !!

Here was I doing the dishes and daydreaming about a certain blonde sorcerer, and I'm giving you the idea/prompt/ idk what this is, but maybe it.could turn into a story in your dexterous hands. Hehehohoho

Your husband Nanami Kento wakes up and you're not there, he hears you the kitchen making Saturday morning lazy day off work breakfast.

He wakes up hit and bothered and go the kitchen to tempt you, he's in grey sweatpants, you are wearing his white t-shirt. In a soft gruff morning voice, you're in the sink washing some fruits, he kisses the nape of your neck, talking smoothly into your ear, you can feel his "discomfort" pressed up into your back, he carries you, coax you back to bed, kisses wherever he can. You continue carrying on with your duty, playing vou, until his slips a finger into your panties, starts toying with you and then your done for it, breakfast forgotten, he carried you back to bed and sweet, spicy love making morning time. 🔥🥵💀❤️‍🔥

Sends you a hug and well wishes ! I'm gonna rot in hell with all these ideas.

Tags/warnings: MDNI 18+, P in V, Cunnilingus, BJ's Domestic, Established relaationship, Soft Nanami Kento, mention of washing dishes and 1 mention of kidnapping (there is no kidnapping Nanami is just anxiety ball) FLUFF, smut, idk what else.

A/N: Here it is. Im sorry it took me so long to write this i mean i really put the pro in procrastination...

A sudden clang of metal jolted Nanami Kento out of bed. Immediately, his arm reached out to his right-– empty. The messy bed and askew pillow suggested someone may have lain there, but the lack of warmth that reached the blonde's fingers suggested that the one he looked for had left long before he arose. 

Nanami swung his legs off the side of the bed and, picking up his grey sweatpants off the floor but not quite bothering with his slippers, cautiously made his way out of the room toward the offending noise. His hand balled up in a fist, ready to attack whatever intruder there may have been awaiting and, of course, to defend the love of his life: you. 

But what met Nanami's eyes instead was the most breathtaking sight he had ever seen…

In the soft golden glow of the gentle morning sun, you stood— illuminated. 

Your hair was still messy from it being smushed against the pillow. You wore his white tee-shirt, which strained against your hips, tummy, and chest wrapping you in a secure embrace. And on your feet were your fluffy, bunny bedroom slippers. His tee-shirt barely covered your ass which Nanami quickly realised was bare underneath, when you lifted your arms, trying to reach a higher shelf. You were washing dishes…washing dishes… the clang. Nanami quickly put two and two together and smiled. There was no danger after all – save that of his breath loss.

He silently crept up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Good morning, beloved.” 

You jumped, dropping the bowl you'd been sleepily scrubbing, replicating the sound that woke Nanami from his dreams. “Christ, Ken…you scared the shit out of me.” 

The man behind you chuckled. He dipped his head to rest in the crook of your neck starting to kiss your skin softly. The smell of the bed still lingered on your body, warm and sweet. 

“We'll, we're even now. For a moment I thought you were being kidnapped and were putting up quite a fight.” 

“What—what do you mean?”

“A loud clang woke me up.” 

Silence fell as you stood trying to process the reason, during which time Nanami's nose grazed against your skin trailing down, inhaling your sweet scent. 

“Did you know how much you smell like something terribly edible in the mornings?” He nipped at you. 

“Ken…” you whispered, “It's early, Ken.”

“Mmm.”

“We forsook the dishes last night already. I really want to finish up.”

“Well, I'm not stopping you, am I?” 

You sighed and tentatively resumed the slow scrubbing of the bowl you had dropped earlier. 

Nanami dropped his hands from your waist to the hem of his tee shirt on you. You felt the fabric creep up the swell of your ass. 

“Kento-o-o,” you warned. 

“Go on. You're still able to wash the dishes.”

The lips on your neck burned,  sucking and licking at the thin skin. A wanton moan sounded somewhere, and with a blush, you realised it was you. 

Nanami chuckled. “That’s my girl.” 

“Nanami Kento, you really are incorrigible,” You turned around to kiss him. 

“Can you blame me? When I walked in here to find you looking like everything I ever dreamed of?” Your noses touched, and Nanami pushed his hips against yours. Suddenly the room felt hotter than before. “Do you see what you do to me…”

You could feel the growing bulge in his sweatpants. It strained against the fabric reaching out, needing touch. 

Nanami flipped you around so he could face your back and ground against your ass. His hands reached up to cup your breasts pulling you into him so he could whisper in your ear.

“Let's play a game, let's see if I can make you come before you can finish washing up. If you finish washing first, you win and I'll buy lunch for us today. If I make you come, well, you're buying.” 

Your lover's fingers found your slit. Expertly delving into the folds, he toyed with the bundle of nerves between. You were playing a losing game. The events of the night before were still fresh in your muscle memory and with the lightest touch your libido had been awoken again, remembering the touches from a few hours ago. 

Trying and struggling to pick up a plate and the sponge, you quickly realised your grip was lacking. Kento kissed your neck again, this time with the intention of leaving marks. His semi-hard cock prodded at your back and the thought of him lifting you onto the kitchen counter flashed in your mind. 

“You seem to have lost some soap darling,” Nanami said without missing a beat. You looked down at your hand, curled up in a fist, squeezing the once-pregnant sponge for all it was worth. “Now wouldn't it be something if I could make you come on just my fingers…” 

“Ken…this isn't fair,” you whined. 

“Oh is that so, would you like me to stop then?” 

You shook your head vigorously. 

“That's what I thought.” 

Keeping his fingers at your clit, Nanami kneeled down and used his other hand, and shoulders, to spread your legs apart. The tight tee-shirt rolled up your ass, exposing it to the cold morning air and you felt goosebumps rise. He spread your asscheeks and dipped his face right in, replacing his fingers with his tongue. You were already dripping. It wouldn't take long. 

The dishes lay untouched. Your knuckles were white from squeezing the sponge, and here you were, just seconds away from coming all over your lover's face.

Anticipating the release, Nanami hummed against your pussy and in his signature baritone commanded, “Come for me.” 

His lips wrapped around your throbbing clit sucking on the nub. Your legs gave way and immediately his hands caught hold of your waist. 

“Fuck– haa– coming, Ken–” 

Your thighs quivered and your orgasm came shattering through and you held the countertop for support as Nanami helped you ride out your high, licking you with slow broad stripes. When you slowly came down from it he withdrew, getting to his feet. 

“Guess I won that round.” 

You did not complain when he took your hands and led you away to the bedroom. The tee shirt was the first to come off. With it, he wiped away any remaining soap suds on your arms. He sat you down on the bed, your legs still unsteady, and you took the opportunity to grab the waistband of his sweatpants. 

“Sweetheart, you don't have to…” 

You shushed him. “I want to, please?” You said, looking up at him with big eyes. 

Nanami nodded. 

You tugged the fabric down, letting his cock spring free. 

Smiling at him, half disbelieving you remarked, “It's like we barely touched each other last night, look at you Min-min…” 

Nanami stroked your head. “It's the effect you have on me, Princess. You turn me on, so fucking much…” 

Your tongue licked a long stripe up his length, while you kept your eyes locked on him. “I could say the same about you, you know.”

Nanami closed his eyes and tilted his head back, the grip on your hair tightened. 

“Really? In that case, I'd suggest we keep doing that for each other for the rest of our lives.” 

You took the head in your mouth and bobbed up and down on it, letting him fill you. Although he allowed you to go at your own pace his hand never left your head, gently stroking your soft hair. With one hand you wrapped the base of his cock where your mouth couldn't reach and pumped him in time to the movements of your head. 

As it was always, Nanami's size was not easy. No matter how many times you took him in your mouth, you would dribble and drool, trying to fit more. Fortunately, this served to only spur the man on, and he gently thrust into your mouth – careful not to hurt you. 

It was evident you were not the only one still raw from the night before. Quiet grunts and deep growls, in the company of sharp hisses, as your tongue found its way around his cock head, told you that despite looking composed, Nanami was as desperate as you felt yourself to be. The wetness between your thighs only increased as you sucked his cock – turned on by not only what you were doing for him but also what you were doing to him.

A sudden loud hiss and Nanami grunted, “Shit, babe, get off!”

Losing yourself in the feeling of his cock in your mouth you failed to notice how Nanami's balls had tightened, ready to unload. You released him with a pop but continued stroking. “Come in my mouth,” You felt a twitch under your fingers but continued your gentle movement. 

“No, not your mouth, need to – feel—”

He pushed you down to the bed without waiting for a response. You smirked, and spread your legs. 

“Look at you, so desperate for this pussy. If only people knew how the great Nanami Kento could be made to kneel so easily.” 

Nanami blushed, lining his cock up with your entrance. His hands fondled your breasts lightly flicking the hardened nipples. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as he pushed past the small opening, stretching you out onto his cock.

“I could– say the same– about you, my love,” Nanami parroted your earlier statement. 

He bottomed out easier than usual, filling you to the brim. Your hands found purchase in his hair – tugging gently and you pulled his head to yours, meeting his mouth in a rough, sloppy kiss. He pinched your nipples just as you slipped your tongue in his mouth and swallowed the filthy moan that dripped from your lips. 

Kisses coupled with well-timed thrusts had you at the edge well enough, but Nanami was far ahead of you. Desperate to have you come around his cock again he searched the bed for the small vibrator that had been discarded among the rumpled sheets the night before. Not once did he stop fucking into you, searching only with the sense of touch and, when he finally came by it, wasted no time in switching it on and laying it on your clit.

The effect was almost instantaneous. Your hips bucked upwards as blasphemous prayers dripped from your swollen lips. He grabbed hold of you, easily lifting your body into an embrace feeling the strong vibrations run up his cock as well. His thrusts grew faster and rougher with each passing minute.

“Hnng– fuck, I'm going to come, baby,” he growled. 

Your fingers carded at his hair and you pulled his even closed faces just inches apart as you looked into his eyes and cried, “C- come for me then. Right– right now. With me!”

Nanami let go with a guttural groan spilling inside you, at the same time you felt your climax wash over you. Your pussy held Nanami in a vice-like grip pulsing and throbbing as he emptied into you and you gushed onto him. The vibrator fell to the bed, once again lost among the sheets but you couldn't care less. Nanami was kissing you, like it was the first time he'd ever kissed you. Lips, teeth, hands, you were pulled into him as he devoured you. 

The high gradually faded. You laid your head on Nanami's arm leaving small kisses along his skin – wherever you could reach. He smiled down at you. 

“I meant it you know, let's actually keep turning each other on for our whole lives…”

You looked up at him, your heart full. “Nanami Kento, as much as I love you, I'm not accepting that proposal. You have to get me a ring.” 

He chuckled and pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head, “I'll do that, and more. Starting with our repeatedly abandoned dishes.” 

You kissed his chest smiling. “I can't wait to say ‘I do’.” 

A/N: GUys i DROPPED MY PHONE ON MY FACE JUST AS I FINISHED THE SEX SCENE and it very STRATEGICALLY landed right on a pimple on my forehead with the corner like FML. here i am thinking about being railed into SUNday by MR NANAMI KENTO AND MY PHONE SAYS BONK GO TO HORNY JAIL HELP. THAT TOO DURING PRIDE MONTH. is this a hatecrime???

[heresthestorymorningglory]

Saturday Night Stunts

Summary: Shhh

A/N: You guys know the drill; NSFW 18+ because here, we like it spicy ;)

It’s another drabble that was living rent free in my brain so I figured I'd share. Might make a little mini series out of these...I've got a few regulars living rent free up there too; the Luke Glanton x reader one I did awhile back can be found here

As always, my darling soul sister, @ken-dom, thank you for the beta read and endless support and reassurance! Although…I still think you’re biased. 🩷

Enjoy my loves!

You stood at the counter, Colt's arm heavy around your shoulder. 

Taking your drink off the counter you let him turn and steer you towards the theatre. 

The young girl scanning tickets looked fresh out of high school; her eyes deliberately dragging over Colt’s broad chest as he held the ticket stubs out to her between his fingers. 

“Enjoy your movie” she smiled at Colt, paying you absolutely no attention. 

You snatched the stubs back and glared at her. “Thank you”

She sneered at you as you walked around her, Colt snickered, his arm still draped around you. 

“Shut up” you snapped, sensing his smirk. 

“You're sexy when you're jealous” he whispered, leaning next to your ear as you reached the bottom of the stairs. 

You scoffed rolling your eyes. You started to climb the stairs and he made no secret of his hand coming down hard on your ass before he squeezed hard. 

“Colt, Jesus!” You gasped; your cheeks flushing a deep crimson as you made eye contact with a guy sitting a couple rows up. 

His hand slipped around your waist briefly before you led him down your row of seats. 

He sat next to you, his arm slipping around the back of your chair, bag of popcorn resting in his lap. 

You shifted in your seat and again Colt laughed next to you. 

“What's the matter babe?”

You shook your head “Nothing” 

“Usually you like being spanked” he muttered

“Not in public” you grit your teeth as the room went dark. 

He just chuckled darkly before drinking from his cup. “Ass cheek tingling still?”

You glared into the darkness as the screen flickered to life, your closed fist making contact with his junk. He let out a grunt lurching forward. 

“Jackass”

He let out a slow breath straightening in his seat “So yeah…” he cleared his throat. 

***

You both sat watching the screen, every so often between handfuls of popcorn Colt would lean next to your ear and whisper something about the stunt that had just happened or how he had done one similar or how you could have done the stunt better. 

After twenty minutes of Colt's breath hot against your ear, you turned in your seat and grabbed a fistful of his dirty blond hair, crushing your mouth against his; you had lost interest in the movie about fifteen minutes ago and even if you hadn’t with Colt’s constant whispering in your ear you wouldn’t have been able to focus anyway…. 

Colt immediately let out a low moan against your mouth, his hand finding the back of your head, pulling you closer. 

God, he was so needy and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love every second. 

His kisses always made your head swim, and this was no different; everything else melted away and your senses were overwhelmed with Colt. 

His hand was heavy against the back of your neck as his free hand moved the popcorn out of the way of being toppled over. 

Your hand immediately disappeared down the front of his faded jeans, the hand he didn’t have clamped firmly on the back of your neck, slipping up under the thin fabric of your t-shirt before you came screeching back to reality. 

You pried your lips from his, panting heavily against his neck before shaking your head “W-we can’t…” you whispered letting out a pathetic cry as his mouth latched on to your neck, licking and sucking hard.

Twisting in your seat only giving Colt an unintentional advantage as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to keep your composure as your fingers slid up through his hair at the back of his head; fingernails scraping against his scalp, making him moan none too quietly against your neck, making you weak. 

Your head lulled back against the seat you were sat in as Colt leaned over you with absolutely no regard that you were in the middle of a movie theatre, his mouth devouring yours; the straining hard on in his jeans even more prominent than before, even in the darkness. 

Colt’s back was now turned completely towards the screen; he couldn’t have played it off like he’d been watching the whole time even if he had wanted to. You felt the button come open on your jeans before his hand pushed inside. He stopped abruptly when he realized you only had jeans on. His eyes flickered to yours briefly and all you could do was mirror the smirk on his face. 

Your legs fell open wider as your hips jerked against his hand, his finger slipping with ease between your slick folds; both of you moaning in unison. He practically straddled your seat, one hand braced on the arm rest to keep himself from crushing you as he nearly knelt on the floor, his fingers never stopped moving; coated in your arousal before he slid his middle finger inside you with ease. 

Biting down hard on your lip to keep yourself from moaning louder, his hand moved at a steady rhythm as he bent to lean next to your ear. 

“Do it” his breathing was heavy and ragged; desperate. The finger he had buried inside you moving faster, as you struggled to keep yourself in check….although that had probably flown out the window by now….

You shook your head “Colt…N-nno” 

He knew you would, he knew you were close; his cock throbbed painfully against the confines of his jeans, but this wasn’t about him; this was about you. 

“Please?” he whimpered next to your ear and your stomach clenched with need; at the same second, Colt’s finger curled inside you, hitting the most delicious spot. He was quick to slap his hand over your mouth to muffle your cries, catching his weight on his knee against your seat between your legs. 

You moaned shamelessly against his palm as he fucked you with his finger; his breath still hot against your neck “That’s it” he cooed as he kissed along your jaw before you collapsed into your chair and his hand dropped from your mouth. 

You shuddered, catching your breath, turning your head to look at him. He had settled himself back in his seat like nothing had happened. 

Had your jeans not still been open and that delicious tingle between your legs, you would have second guessed it yourself. 

You slid your hand under the arm rest, your fingers gliding over his thigh reaching to pull his jeans open; your fingers teased over his happy trail before disappearing behind his zipper. 

His cock twitched against your fingers as you wrapped them around his throbbing shaft. He moaned softly as you leaned next to his ear

“My turn…” you teased, stroking him faster. 

He was already slick in your palm, leaking steadily from the tip. 

Colt leaned his head back, turning to look at you. You learned forward kissing him, your hand moving steadily as he moaned against your lips. Colt's hips bucked into your hand, his work boots squeaked against the floor as his foot slipped. 

You pulled back with a chuckle against his ear. “Shhh, you'll give us away”

That earned you a scoff, followed by a low growl deep in the back of his throat. 

“Come for me” you whispered against the shell of his ear. 

You mirrored his actions, slipping your hand over his mouth, his beard scratching against your palm before his eyes slipped closed and he moaned long and loud against your hand. 

Stroking him faster you nipped at his earlobe “Let go” you whispered and immediately your hand was coated in his warm thick release as he breathed hard through his nose. 

“Good boy” you smiled, dropping the hand you had over his mouth against his chest. His heart was beating hard against your fingertips. 

He didn't answer, just winked at you, leaning to gently kiss your cheek holding a handful of napkins between his fingers with a smirk. 

You glared, taking them from him and wiping his release from your hand and dropping them at your feet as he tucked himself back in his jeans before his arm slid around your back pulling you against him. 

You leaned against his shoulder, reaching to thread your fingers with his. 

He leaned next to your ear making you shiver. “Just wait until we get home”

You whimpered with a shudder as he nuzzled against your neck nipping playfully at your skin. 

[bluesest]

could you do a diarrhea story in a cinema?

A Cinema

Drake has always liked the art of cinema for as long as he can remember, he always observed how it was evolving creating new genres, some strong and others weak, but no matter what, he enjoyed the magic and experience of sitting in a movie theater.When he was young, his interest in meeting people appeared, he made a great friend named Leo, Drake always accompanied him in his activities, they were classmates and they always talked, well, Drake really had no other option because he was his only friend with whom he began to form a stronger bond.

One day at the local cinema an exciting action movie was released: "Lost Bullet" (This movie already exists, but this story is not going to be related to any existing movie).

Drake and Leo were walking through the park in front of the movie theater and Leo noticed:

Leo: "Wow, look at the movie listings! Lost Bullet is going to be released next week."

Drake: "Really? We should go and see it."

Leo: "Sure!"

Drake: "Do you really want to see it?"

Leo: "Of course! I'm a fan of the original saga and I love action movies."

Drake: "So, Saturday next week?"

Leo: "I'll be there"

Drake arrived home with a big smile and excitement in his eyes, it could finally be considered as a first date… more or less, even so, the idea of going to the movies for the first time with a friend made Drake very excited, looking forward to the agreed day.

On Saturday morning Drake called his friend to make sure that the plan was not cancelled, luckily this was not the case and in a few hours they would both go to meet to buy the tickets, Drake put on his best casual clothes, combed his hair and perfumed, finally, he took his savings to, in addition to buying the ticket, buy a snack from the cinema which he would invite Leo as a generous gesture.

Arriving at the cinema in the distance he saw Leo dressed in ripped blue jeans with a green t-shirt, Leo noticed Drake's presence and greeted him from afar as he moved closer to the cinema.They both bought their tickets and walked in:

Drake: "Hey, I've brought a little extra money so I thought maybe you'd like some snacks they sell here, don't worry I'll invite"

Leo: "Sure? The food here is very expensive."

Drake: "That's no problem, I just want to make this occasion more special…"Leo: "Special in what way?"

Drake: "Special in the way that it's the first time we've gone to the movies together of course"

Luckily for Drake, the line for snacks was short, it wouldn't take more than 5 minutes, and they would get to the movie theater on time.

His turn came, and a young boy waited on him.

Seller: "What can we serve you boy?"

Drake: "Giant Popcorn Please"

Seller: "Are you sure that's it? I see that another guy is also accompanying you, how about we offer you soda?"

Drake: "um… ok also soda, thanks"

Seller: "We also have combo 1 which contains 1 hot dog with melted cheese, fried foods and a small container with extra cheese, and with the purchase of two combos 1 we offer to evolve the order to combo 2 where the hot dog is added moderately spicy chilli, bacon and tomato, and the sodas increase to medium size"

Drake wasn't sure, it was a lot of food and although the movie is 3 hours long he wouldn't know how his stomach was going to react, he was going to deny the offer until he saw how Leo was staring at the greedy combo 3, if he really wanted to impress Leo, he had to get what he wanted.

Drake: "How about two combos 3"

Seller: "Combo 3 contains…"Drake: "Just give it to me, the movie is about to start…"

Seller: "At your service!"It took 3 minutes until Drake received two plastic trays of what would be the maximum combo that cinema could offer, Leo walked up to Drake, took one of the trays:

Leo: "Did you really pay for all this? For me?"Drake: "Well… I couldn't skimp on any expense if it was my… best friend"

Leo: "Thank you very much"

Drake flushed and was interrupted by Leo's strong arm grabbing his arm to run and reach the room, it was so fast that almost all the food staggered to the point of falling, they looked for their seats that were located in the horizontal and vertical center of the room.

The trailers started and Leo was already devouring his food: "Try it, it tastes amazing!", Shyly Drake took a bite of his hot dog… His taste was amazing and he started devouring the first hot dog (combo 3 includes two hot dogs).

The movie started and Drake had already eaten half of his plate, Leo surprised put his hand on Drake's shoulder and said: "Save a little for the movie dude" making him blush even more and calm down a little.

The first 30 minutes of the movie had passed, everything was going well, Drake hadn't touched his plate since Leo told him, a stomach roar echoed in his head, "Sure it's hunger" he thought so he went back to take the second hot dog and ate it slowly preventing his condiments from falling on the floor, When he finished the roar had not gone away, on the contrary, it increased, so he began to eat the fried foods he had spreading them on the chili, melted cheese and extra guacamole that belonged to combo 3, at the first hour of the movie his belly began to hurt, Drake feared that the pain was caused by something else besides hunger, But he followed up with the last of the combo: buttered popcorn and the giant glass of soda.

30 more minutes passed, I officially reached the middle of the movie when another stomach roar hit him off guard, he began to massage his stomach and his forehead began to sweat thanks to the pains followed, another roar made Drake feel a small air trapped between his intestines, he turned to look at Leo, he was attentive to the movie with a small smile admiring the giant screen, Nervously, Drake leaned over a bit and… *pppfftfttfIt* was a small, silent fart, the smell was compact and intertwined around Drake's sweaty body, he flipped again and apparently Leo hadn't noticed, the noise of the movie and the air conditioning in the movie theater was able to attack the smell limiting it to being close to his father.

Drake breathed a sigh of relief hoping that this situation would not be repeated, but due to his bad luck in 5 minutes another pain came, a great acidity focused on his stomach where something terrible was cooking, but while the pot began to boil the smoke began to come out traveling through the giant caves of the large intestine until it touched the anal sphincter of the exhausted Drake: *GRRRRRRRRRRR*

He took his hand and brought it to his stomach, the pain made him squirm in his seat when he felt that another gas was about to come out of him, he bent over and a more violent fart came out: *PPPFFFttttttt*

this one started with a big bang and then took on a high-pitched sound, you could certainly hear it if you had a good ear.

Leo: "Do you smell anything strange?"

Drake: "No, why do you say so?"

Leo: "This place sucks, they should clean it better"

Drake: "Yes, of course"

The smell was dissolved enough that it could pass as a stench of dirt rather than intestines or junk food, Leo began to notice Drake's smells thinking that they are typical of the movies, Drake knew that he needed a better strategy to prevent his discomfort from being noticed, he took off his jacket and covered his hips with it, Then he apply enough pressure that the seat ends up forming around his butt creating a small prison for smells and sounds.

Leo saw what Drake was doing and asked, surprised:

Leo: "Hey, is something wrong?"

Drake: "It's okay…"

Leo: "Do you look uncomfortable and I think you're sweating a lot, does it hurt at all?"

Drake: "Not at all Leo, I'm just too hot, that's why I took off my jacket"

Leo: "If you say it... *BOOM* WOW! Look at that explosion!"

Of course, that was the solution, Drake thought, at this point they were already two hours into the movie, it was clear that the last hour would be the one with the most action: gunshots and explosions were the perfect façade to hide the sound of their clashing buttocks in a better way.

Drake was attentive to the big screen, not so much for the plot, but for the explosions and in a bold way managed to synchronize his farts with each of them:

*POOOOOMMMMMM*

*PPFPPFPPDFTFTFTFTFTFTF*

*BOOOMMMMMMM*

*PRRPRPRPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

*UFFOFFCHOCHOMMMMMMM*

*PFFPFFPFTTTTTTTTPPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR*

The farts were getting longer and more recurrent, little by little his stomach started to get more and more agitated: *GRGRGRGRRRRRRRR*, Drake brought both his hands to his stomach trying to soothe the pain with massages, but it didn't work, *GRGGRRRRRR*, he lifted his butt and didn't even care if there was an explosion or not and farted *PPFFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTTFTF* *PFTTFTF* this was the most violent of all so far, The humidity of it warned him that the chili was about to come out, there was still half an hour to finish the film, he still couldn't give up.

He turned to look at Leo and saw that he had a disgusted face, Leo noticed, turned around and said:

Leo: "Drake, it really sucks this place, like something's rotting..."

Drake: "Don't worry about it, it's only 30 more minutes and we'll get out of here"

Leo: "Check your seat, I think that's where the smell comes from"

Drake was embarrassed, Leo was beginning to suspect him, the smell could not even get rid of the air anymore and the worst thing is that the gas trap contained the smell but did not eliminate it, little by little the gases stuck in the seat began to leak making a putrefying aura form around Drake that could already be noticed meters away from him, Pretending and trying to convince Leo that the smell wasn't coming from him, he began to search his seat, obviously to no avail.

They both continued to watch what was left of the movie, about 10 minutes already, which Drake had to keep his gas as deep into his intestines as possible, he could not allow Leo to realize what was happening to him, the typical situation of diarrhea on the first date.

Coming almost to the end, the protagonists of the film had to defuse a large bomb of a large shopping mall, it would be the biggest explosion of all, but it will be overcome by Drake who could no longer hold on and urgently needed to release the air trapped in his anus.

The countdown to the explosion of the bomb arrived, the protagonist tried to disarm it without success, when he reached number 1, Drake relaxed his sphincter confidently until he heard something terrible: "I defused it!".

It was too late, the fake explosion could have been avoided, but not the real one:

*PFPTPPTFPTPFTPPFPFPFPFPPPPPPTPTPTPTPFD* *PPTDTTDTSTTSTSTSFTFTFTTFTFTTFTFRR* *GRRERRGRGRGRRRRR* *PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *SQHHSQSH* 

Everyone in the movie theater was silent staring at Drake's seats and Leo, the latter turned to Drake and said: "You...", Drake ran out of the place, in addition to taking a great embarrassment, he also took a small gift from the fart, the diarrhea was able to leak and be successfully expelled staining Drake's underwear with a hot and thick mixture.

Seller: "Boy, don't run in the aisles!"

Finally, Drake arrived at the public bathroom of the cinema, ran until he almost slipped, sat in the last cubicle of the place, closed the door, undressed and finally his ass kissed the much-appreciated cold porcelain:

*PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *HSQHQSBHSHQSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHHHHH* *PFFTTFT* *SQHQHSHSHSHSHSHQSHQSHSH* *PRRRRRRPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*

Drake felt his butt dripping lava directly from an erupting super volcano, the acidity of his stomach began to attack him and:

*RPPPRRPRRRRF* *QSHHQHSQHSHQSHSHSHQHHSQSHHS* *QHHSHQSHQSSHSHSH* *GRGRGRGRGGRGR* *PPPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTTTTT* *PSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPPSPPSPPSPPSPPS*

The pain was acute, Drake began to sweat like crazy and took off his shirt, took some toilet paper and wiped his forehead, panting he gathered strength to continue expelling the diarrhea:

*FPTPPPFTFPPTFPTPFPFPFPPTTTTTTTT* *PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *GRGRGRGGRR* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPPSPSPPSPS* *PFFTFTTFFTTF* *PDPSPSPSPPSPSPPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* 

The pain continued, Drake with both arms grabbed small railings that were in the cubicle holding them tightly, closed his teeth and spread his legs until he heard someone enter: "Drake, are you here?"

Drake raised his legs as high as he could praying for Leo to get out of there, but his stomach played dirty:

*PPPFPFPFPPPPFPTPTPTPTPTPTPPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPT*

A loud fart gave away his location, Leo knocked on the cubicle door:

Leo: "Are you okay buddy?"

Drake: -No answer-

Leo: "I never thought that food would hurt you so much, I also didn't think the smell was coming from you, but why didn't you ask to go to the bathroom, the movie wasn't so good that you don't want to skip any parts..."

Drake: "I'm sorry, I ruined everything"

Leo: "Don't say that, it can happen to anyone and I understand it"

Drake: "I didn't want to leave you alone...*GRRRRRRR*"

Leo: "Please, it's not the first time I've been to the movies, I'm not going to miss it or something"

Drake: "I-"

A sharp pain interrupted Drake, preparing for the worst he couldn't help but cry out in pain:

*PRRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR*

The place was in a great silence, both were surprised and could not say any words, bravely Leo was the one who calmed Drake:

Leo: "Forgive me, I shouldn't have proposed to you to come here and I shouldn't have come in even though I knew you were sick to my stomach, I won't tell anyone and we'll pretend that none of this happened."

Drake: "Don't apologize, I really wanted to come here, with you"

Leo: "As a... date?"

Drake: "Yes... *GRRRRR* if it makes you uncomfortable, we can also pretend I never said this"

Leo: "No... I think it was a wonderful first date after all."

Drake: "Thank you... *PFPPFPFPFPTPTPPPPTPTPPT* *SQHQHSQHSHSQSHQHSHQ*"

Leo: "I'll leave you alone..."

Drake: "No, stay, I want someone to be with me because it really hurts a lot, plus there's no toilet paper in this cubicle."

Leo: "Of course"

PS: I have about 4 proposals for a story in the cinema, I was finally able to fulfill this, and I like the result.

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Red Letters to Nowhere spicy sneak peek ~ (Stepbro!Billy x Mayfield!Reader) Summary: Tension has been building between you and Billy since you and your little sister, Max, moved in. You never know quite where you stand with him, and you could swear he's flirting with you at least half of the time. It's about time he made his intentions clear...

[No smut, slight NSFW below the cut, 18 +, MDNI as usual ✨]

You had spent the last few hours studying in your room. A lazy Saturday with Max being out with her new friends, your mom and Neil taking another shopping trip to the city, and Billy having weekend practice for the upcoming tournament gave you the house to yourself. You were enjoying the space and freedom, paying bits of attention to the radio droning in the background and making sure you were up to speed for Mrs. Click’s quiz on Monday.

Hearing the familiar sounds of keys jingling, you checked the clock on your bedside table and knew it was Billy returning home from his practice. Your door was open, but he didn’t seem to notice you there as he stalked to his room.

Your doors faced each other at both ends of the hallway with the bathroom in between, so you had an immaculate view when he peeled off his shirt and tossed it to to the ground, the muscles in his back creasing in symmetry as he stretched, his broad shoulders moving in time with his arms as he brought his hands together, clasping his palms and pushing them forward.

You didn’t even realize you were staring, mouth fully agape, taking in the sheen of sweat sprinkled across his golden skin, the dip in his lower back where his waistband sat just below, and the definition in his strong calves as he went through the motions of stretching out his hamstrings, still facing away from you.

You wanted him.

Wasn’t that wrong on some level? Of course you’re not actually related, but what would he think if he knew? Did he know?

You averted your eyes immediately as he dropped his shorts to the floor, covering your mouth and turning to face the other way in your chair. Your entire body tensed as you tried not to make a single sound for fear that he would notice you and put two and two together.

You didn’t look at him naked, at least. That would’ve been too far, and you didn’t want to disrespect Billy, your new step brother, who had been so kind to you despite the reputation he seemed to have with everyone else.

You heard Billy’s bare footsteps padding up the hallway, so you turned back to face his direction once again. Damp, messy curls framed his face, a green towel secured around his waist, and a knowing smirk resting just above his sharp jawline, he shot you a wink before turning into the bathroom and closing the door. Your cheeks seared with panic as you tried to process what you just experienced.

He had to have known you were looking at him. He obviously knew. Did he do that on purpose? You tried your best to refocus on your studies, but it was no use. You heard the sprinkling of the shower in the next room and couldn’t stop fighting with yourself over confronting Billy about what he had just done.

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You had been busying yourself with folding your laundry while your mind turned the idea of Billy wanting you to see him like that over and over. You had resolved not to address anything with him right now, but to wait it out just to make sure you weren’t imagining things.

You had just moved here, and you didn’t want to make things awkward for the family. You especially didn’t want to get Billy in trouble with Neil. You folded another Van Halen t-shirt and added it to the neat pile of folded shirts on your stripped mattress. You heard the buzzer on the dryer go off, signaling that your sheets were ready for pickup, and you turned toward the doorway.

“Jesus, Billy!” You jumped when you saw Billy leaning on your doorframe wordlessly, his hair dripping tiny water droplets onto his shoulders that hung like dewdrops on his chest, smirk still in place with his towel around his waist. “How long have you been standing there?”

He scoffed and looked toward the ceiling. “Long enough,” he said simply. His eyes met yours, dark with something you couldn’t quite identify, and you felt the scarlet heat creeping back up to your cheeks, forcing you to look at anything else in the room.

“Did you need something?” He took his hand down from the doorframe and stepped closer to you, still blocking the exit to your room.

“Did you?” His voice darkened, and as he neared where you stood, you could see that his pupils were blown out. He was close enough for you to touch him at that point, and you ached for him. You wondered what would happen if – 

“Correct me if I’m out of line, Y/N. But I swear you look at me like you want something from me. Am I wrong?” His eyes burned into yours, his gaze never wavering as he asked the most candid question he could without really giving it away. You swallowed hard, unsure of how to answer in a way that wouldn’t get you into trouble if you were somehow misinterpreting things.

“No,” you finally replied sheepishly. “You’re not wrong. But Billy –”

“I thought so,” he murmured, his jaw clenching. You were afraid of his reaction. You couldn’t tell if he was about to fly off the handle, and you could cut the tension in the room with a butter knife. “I notice you watching me, you know,” he continued, his words like suede slathered in melted honey.

“Billy, please. Please don’t tell anyone. I’m not trying to –” He took another step toward you so that your noses were almost touching.

“And you don’t know it, but I watch you, too. I can’t help it. The way you pretend to have your nose in a book on the swing in the front yard, stealing glances at me working on my car. Do you ever wonder why I have my shirt off in October?” He chuckled, looking around the room. You really hadn’t put those pieces together.

“Billy –”

“What if I want something from you, too?” he drawled, his gaze gliding over your lips before meeting your eyes once more. “What if, every night while I’m lying in bed alone in the dark, I’m thinking of your strawberry perfume and the dimples in your cheeks when you try not to smile every time I say some smartass shit? What if I count your curves instead of sheep while I try to sleep?”

His husky voice was barely above a whisper. He looked down and hissed out a small laugh. “You don’t think I notice that you leave your door cracked every time you change your clothes or that I know for a fact you’re wearing a black lace-trimmed bra and matching panties right now?” His tongue trailed over his bottom lip as he eyed you up and down.

You were completely speechless. Your mind was working a million miles a second trying to piece together all of the what-ifs and scenarios that could come of what you two were about to do, and you knew he was waiting for your answer.

“Billy, we can’t –”

“Can’t what?  Have fun?” His devilish grin was torture to your core, and you couldn’t help but echo his expression. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” He ghosted his lips over yours while he spoke, and you were immediately intoxicated by the scent of his honey shampoo and the remnants of mint gum.

“Pinky promise?” You held your pinky out for him to take, confident he wouldn’t buy into your childish game, and you were shocked when he held his hand up, dropping his towel to the floor, and hooked his pinky with yours.

“Pinky promise, babe.” He lit up his blinding smile, knowing there was no turning back, and tugged at the hem of your sweater, helping to lift it over your head. “Good thing you haven’t put those nice, clean sheets back on yet,” he teased before connecting his lips with yours, warm, wet, and insatiable.

You had no idea how this would end, but in that moment, neither of you cared. All you knew was no one else would be home for hours, and you both needed what was coming after the last month of agonizing sexual tension, somehow kept a sweet secret between the two of you.

*This is a republish of my original preview because I CANNOT find the old post no matter how hard I try.

[steddieasitgoes]

Pulling triple duty with this one.

Written for @steddiemas Day 29: Holiday Parties and @thefreakandthehair Spicy Six Winter Fanworks Challenge. It's also a holiday sequel to my big bang fic Signed, Sealed Delivered, I'm Yours

My prompt for the Winter Fanworks Challenge was: “If I wear that sweater to work, my boss will kill me."

Tags: Established relationships, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Party, Mailman Steve, Platonic Soulmate Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley, Slice of Life

wc: 4003 | Rating: T

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The Brookbridge Post Office holiday party is a tradition that dates back long before Steve joined the ranks. Every year Warren splurges on renting out a private room at a restaurant or banquet hall before passing all the planning off to his assistant of the month. The only rule, as far as Steve’s aware, is that it has to be tied to some charity organization so that he can write the whole thing off later.

This year is no different as the invitation he finds shoved into his work locker has the Toys for Tots logo front and center. What is different is the attire section that requests all guests break out their best holiday sweaters for the occasion.

Steve’s not sure what constitutes a holiday sweater, but he has a closet full of knit red and green ones that’ll surely work. No sweat off his back. Especially since he’s also done with the toy shopping.

The holiday party isn’t Steve’s favorite way to spend a random Saturday in December, but he always sucks it up and goes. Usually drags Robin along with him so they can stand in the corner getting drunk off free drinks while making fun of Tommy and his gang of mini-me’s as they try to hit on everyone’s plus ones.

It’s not the highlight of their holiday season by any means, but it's a tradition they’ve had going for years now. One he’s not sure he wants to break this year even though he could take Eddie as his romantic plus one. Which is exactly what he tells Robin during their Saturday movie marathon.

They’re sprawled out on the couch, Dumpster between them, with Christmas Vacation playing in the background. They’ve seen it enough times to quote the entire thing from memory so neither minds the interruption. It’s not like they ever actually watch movies on their Saturday movie afternoons anyway.

“Are you kidding me, Steve?” Robin snorts, lobbing a pillow at his head. “Of course, you’re taking Eddie!”

“But we always go together.”

“Only because you never have a date!”

“So, what? You’ve been going all these years as my pity plus one?” Steve asks, nudging her with his knee.

“I’m sorry, did you think I liked hanging out in some stuffy banquet hall listening to Hagan and his little groupies try to hit on me?”

“Don’t forget the year Warren hit on you.” Robin retches, startling Dumpster from her slumber. The cat yawns before slowly climbing off the couch and down the hallway in search of somewhere quieter to sleep.

“Take Eddie. It’ll be fun!”

“Don’t you think two months of dating is too soon to be taking him to work events?”

This time it’s Robin’s bony knee that jabs into the meaty flesh of his thigh.“Jesus, Robs,” he hisses, pulling the hem of his shorts up to check for instant bruising.

“You’re dumber than I thought if you really think you and Eddie have only been dating for two months. What about all those months before, huh?” Steve doesn’t say anything, just rolls his eyes in silent protest. She’s not wrong, but she’s not right either. “Besides, it’s not like he hasn’t already met some of the people from work when he goes to the post office.”

“I mean, yeah, I guess you’re right,” Steve sighs. Still, there’s something lingering in the pit of his stomach. A gnawing, unpleasant weight that he can’t shake. He takes a moment to collect his thoughts before he brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Tommy’s going to be there, though.”

The same Tommy who has been a Grade-A douchebag since getting removed from Steve’s route and put back on sorter/greeter duty. Steve’s not sure why he doesn’t just quit if he’s so miserable but every day he finds himself on the receiving end of a lackluster death glare.

Also, the same Tommy who gave Eddie the nickname “Mr. Dreamy.” The same Tommy who relentlessly hit on Eddie until he finally got thrown out of his house once and for all.

The same Tommy who has no idea that the guy Steve is seeing, because yes, Tommy knows Steve is seeing someone and teases him about it daily, is said, Mr. Dreamy.

Bringing Eddie into that is a recipe for disaster. One Steve’s not sure he even wants to subject himself to, let alone Eddie.

“On second thought,” Robin says, scrambling to sit up. “Can you take two guests? I will suffer the gross gazes and bad pick-up lines of your male coworkers just so I can see Hagan’s face fall when he realizes you’re dating the guy he was after.”

Steve laughs despite himself, shaking his head. If there’s one thing Robin loves, it’s being a fly on the wall for some good, old-fashioned drama.

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With Robin officially denying his plus-one invitation, Steve sets out to ask Eddie.

It’s not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, he knows this, but something about it also feels like a Big Deal — with a capital B and D. Sure, they’ve branched out from their routine lunch dates — they have a standing Sunday brunch double date with the girls and make a point to go out at least once during the week, plus Steve regularly stops by the shop now, but it's different inviting Eddie to go to a work event with him.

It’s another step in their relationship.

One toward a more permanent future and Steve doesn’t want to fuck it up by scaring Eddie away.

So he spends a week testing the waters. Asks Eddie about his holiday plans over Toasty Treats’ legendary holiday turkey sandwich on Tuesday. Brings up Tommy’s latest fuck up over chili leftovers on Thursday to gage Eddie’s feelings about him (“Jesus H. Christ he really is an idiot,” he laughs, clearly poking fun, but not in the teasing way he does with Steve that always makes his cheeks heat up). During brunch on Sunday, he goads Robin into sharing a fun anecdote from last year's party where one too many cocktails had her and Steve taking over the karaoke machine serenading guests all night with off-key renditions of Christmas carols.

When Steve steals a glance at Eddie he finds him smiling and laughing along with the story.

And just like that the seed is planted.

Steve finally gets the courage to ask the question he’s been dancing around for a week on Tuesday over leftover Chinese takeout.

“Course I’ll be your plus-one, Stevie,” Eddie answers mouthful of Chow-Mien. “I’ll be your plus-one anytime, anywhere, any—”

“Alright, you sap,” Steve laughs, leaning over the table to steal a kiss.

“Does this mean I’m finally going to see the back room where the mail sorter fairies work?”

“Unfortunately not. The party’s at the banquet hall in town.”

“Dammit,” Eddie sighs.

“Oh, and you have to wear a Christmas sweater.”

“Love me a good theme!”

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Turns out, what Steve considers a Christmas sweater is very different from what Eddie considers a Christmas sweater. A fact he’s currently in the midst of learning as he glances around Eddie’s bedroom.

“Stevie, sweetheart, love of my life,” Eddie says, clasping his hands in front of him as he rocks on the balls of his feet. “That is not a Christmas sweater.”

Steve glances down at the knit sweater he’s wearing before fisting the hem and pulling it away from his chest to get a better look. He’s not sure what Eddie’s talking about. It’s totally a Christmas sweater!

“Yeah it is, Eds,” he defends. “It has a reindeer and a tree on it. That’s pretty Christmas.”

Eddie gawks for a moment before scrubbing a hand down his face. Steve knows he only does that when he’s frustrated so he braces for whatever he’s going to say.

“Objectively speaking, yes, it is a Christmas sweater. But it’s also not a Christmas sweater.”

This time it’s Steve who gawks at Eddie. He’s used to Eddie getting worked up over random things, but this is a new one. “Okay Christmas Sweater expert, what is an appropriate Christmas sweater then.”

“I’m glad you asked,” Eddie grins before stalking over to the pile of clothes on his bed. He shuffles through the clothes for a moment, tossing a few shirts to the wayside before he shouts victoriously and turns around clutching a red sweater in his hands. “Now this is a Christmas sweater.”

Steve can’t help the cackle that escapes him the minute his eyes land on the sweater. It’s a red monstrosity with an upside-down snowman sprawled out over the entire thing. A plastic carrot of some sort protrudes off and hanhs low, blending with the tinsel on the hat and two blue ornament balls that also dangle low

“If I wear that sweater to work, my boss will kill me,” Steve says through laughter.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad!”

“Eddie!” Steve squawks, brows knitted together. “It’s literally a dick and balls!”

“Warren is a buzz kill,” Eddie sighs, tossing the sweater aside. Without another word, he reaches for another sweater from the mess on his bed and turns around. “What about this one?”

This one is green with a gingerbread man smiling in the middle. It looks innocent enough except for the fact that the gingerbread has bloodshot eyes and the words “let’s get baked” are stitched in big white letters followed by a marijuana leaf.

“Are you trying to get me fired? Again!”

“Hey,” Eddie scolds playfully. “I didn’t get you fired, I got you demoted. And we agreed it was both our fault. Don’t be putting the blame on me! Besides I’m just sticking with the theme.”

“Baby, the theme is Christmas sweaters not whatever this is,” Steve says waving his hands in the air.

“These are Christmas sweaters.”

“I mean, yeah, they’re technically Christmas sweaters but they’re not appropriate!” Steve laughs. “Where did you even find them?”

“Are you forgetting I work with artists all day? Me and the guys make them.”

“You made these?” Steve asks, snatching the sweater from his hands to get a better look.

Up close it's easier to tell that they’re homemade. The stitches are slightly askew, a missing thread or two here and there. Overall though they’re store-like quality. He didn’t even know Eddie could sew let alone sew an entire inappropriate Christmas sweater. If the tattooing thing doesn’t work out, maybe he and the Hellfire guys should start a clothing line.

“That’s pretty impressive actually.”

“So, does that mean you’ll wear one?”

“To my work party? Absolutely not,” Steve laughs.

“Come on,” Eddie whines. “Nowhere on that invite does it say it has to be appropriate!”

“I’m pretty sure it’s implied! Maybe you can get away with that at the shop's holiday parties, but Brookbridge is full of stuck-up employees. Warren might be sleeping with his assistant but I don’t think he’ll appreciate this,” Steve says, lifting the gingerbread sweater.

“I guess that means I should change then.”

“Wait, you’re wearing one of these right now?” Eddie nods, coaxing another chuckle from Steve. “What does yours look like?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

With eyes shining with mirth and that crooked smile, Steve loves so much, Eddie slowly peels off his leather jacket revealing the Christmas sweater he’s been wearing. It’s hunter-green and looks incredibly soft to the touch. Unfortunately, the words “Well Hung” are stitched in a bright green across the chest. Four baubles are stitched on underneath in various sizes trying their best to make the phrase Christmas-appropriate instead of the innuendo it is.

“Oh my god,” Steve wheezes, doubling over in laughter. It takes him a minute to compose himself and when he does Eddie is standing there beaming with pride. “S’clever and definitely true.” Eddie’s smile grows even wider at that. “But yeah, I think you should change, baby.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun,” Eddie groans.

“Hey, I’m plenty fun,” he says, quickly closing the distance between them. Steve gets his hands on Eddie, wrapping them around his middle and pulling him flush with his chest before searing a kiss to his lips. “But I don’t want to give Tommy any ideas. Don’t think he’d back off if he saw you advertising yourself like this.”

Eddie hums in consideration before reluctantly agreeing. Wiggling out of Steve’s grasp, he yanks the sweater off and tosses it onto the bed with the other rejected sweaters. Then, he sulks over to his closet to search for another sweater. A few minutes pass, nothing but the sounds of plastic hangers clanging against the metal rod filling the room before Eddie turns around with a huff.

“So, turns out I don’t have any appropriate Christmas sweaters.”

Steve laughs, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, I have a spare lying around. We’ll just stop by my place before heading over.”

📬 🎄 📬

They get intercepted by Debbie as they’re trying to leave, costing them an extra ten minutes they don’t have to spare. That added with the detour to Steve’s place and the inevitable quickie that follows when they realize Robin isn’t home makes them an hour late to the party.

But it’s not a big deal. Hardly anyone but Betty even realizes they’re late. And the only reason she notices is because she’s smoking outside the door when they get there.

“You clean up nice,” she says like she does every holiday party. Tossing the cigarette to the floor, she snubs it out with the toe of her boots before slowly dragging her eyes up Eddie. “You do too, Eddie, right?”

“Uh, yeah, I’m Eddie. And thank you, ma’am.”

Betty tsks, waving her hand in the air. “None of this ma’am crap. Just Betty is fine. Steve’s told me lots about you. Have you made a decision on that P.O. Box yet?”

Steve has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from snorting. That day doesn’t leave the best taste in his mouth considering how it ended, but it did start out with a lot of promise.

“Oh, uh, I don’t think it’s for me. S’much easier to have my mail delivered to me. Especially when he’s doing it.”

Betty glances at Steve and gives him another slow once over before winking at the both of them. “M’sure it is,” she laughs. “You boys better get in there. Don’t want to miss the fun.”

📬 🎄 📬

The banquet hall is decorated just as it always is. A giant Christmas tree sits in the middle. A handful of tables surround a small dance floor. There’s a buffet of food on one end, the donation table on the other. A small band is set up on stage, serenading the crowd with a mix of Top 40s and holiday hits. No karaoke machine this year much to Eddie’s chagrin.

After a round of drinks, Steve gets to mingling, introducing Eddie to the handful of coworkers he actually likes. The introductions are brief and his co-workers are quick to share embarrassing stories about Steve’s early days on the job with Eddie who listens and laughs along.

Eventually, Warren finds them, his wife draped lovingly on his arm while his assistant throws daggers his way from the bar. Steve puts on his best smile and expertly navigates the small talk, making a point to compliment Warren’s wife and joke about her being out of his league. Warren’s quick to excuse the both of them after that.

“He gives me the creeps,” Eddie shivers, watching as he guides his wife through the sea of people with a hand on the small of her back all the while making eyes with his assistant across the room.

“He’s definitely a douchebag,” Steve agrees.

He takes a sip of his drink as he scans the room. They’ve been here for almost two hours now and he hasn’t spotted Tommy once. Usually, he’s the center of attention at these things. Dancing up a storm and making it a point to flirt with everyone’s plus ones. Maybe he’s already staked his claim on someone and is getting lucky in the bathroom, Steve thinks before shaking the thought from his head. Who is he kidding, Tommy doesn’t have that kind of luck.

If he’s honest with himself, he’s sort of bummed that Tommy hasn’t made his presence known to him yet. Not because he wants to see him, he’d be happy going the rest of his life without having to share the same room with the guy, but because he wants to show Eddie off. And, okay, maybe he also wants to see Tommy’s face fall like Robin wanted to.

📬 🎄 📬

Steve is swaying with Eddie on the dance floor when the devil that is Tommy shithead Hagan finally materializes. He’s beyond tipsy, uneven on his feet, and freckled face flushed redder than Steve’s ever seen it. His eyes are glossy and his lips are curled in a way that sends alarm bells blaring in Steve’s head.

Trouble is afoot.

Afoot? Christ he’s spending too much time with Eddie.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Harrington.” He practically spits before whipping his head to stare at Eddie. “And oh, look what the postman dragged in. Yesterday’s mail!”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, taking a step toward Tommy. He gives Steve a mischievous look before cocking his head to the side as he gives Tommy his full attention. “Do I know you?”

“Oh don’t play coy in front of your little boy toy, darling,” Tommy slurs, reaching out to rest a hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

It takes all the strength in Steve’s body not to reach out and yank his arm away. Thankfully, Eddie does it for him, shrugging the offending hand off with more force than necessary.

“Oh come on,” Tommy scoffs, more of a whine than anything else. “Don’t pretend like we didn’t have the best times when Harrington got himself demoted. What’s it like getting my sloppy seconds, Harrington?”

“Watch it, Tommy,” Steve scolds, taking a step closer to Hagan. He’s not going to make a scene, he’s not. But he’s also not going to stand here and let him talk about Eddie like that.

Eddie scoffs, shaking his head. “If I’m anyone’s sloppy seconds I’m Steve’s. And they are very sloppy if you catch my drift.”

Steve bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. He knows he shouldn’t encourage this, but it's hard to be the bigger person when Tommy is standing right there purposely antagonizing him for his own gain. Sue him for wanting to play the game just a little.

“Sorry, Tommy, but Eds here is right,” Steve says, placing a delicate hand on Eddie’s shoulder before squeezing it. “Don’t you remember, I got demoted for hooking up with a “bombshell” in the van? Well, guess what, you’re looking at him.”

“That— that’s not what happened,” Tommy says, directing his words at Steve, not Eddie. “You weren’t with him! Aaron said you were with…”

Steve watches the metaphorical gears turning in Tommy’s head as he trails off. Can tell the moment things start clicking. He really had no clue that the guy Steve had been seeing was Eddie. Steve watches the stunned look spread across his face the same way it spread across his all those months ago when he caught Tommy leaving Eddie’s place. The gross realization that they actually do have the same type after all.

“Why don’t you keep moving Hagan,” Steve says, nodding his head in the opposite direction.

“Nah, I think I’m good right here, actually,” he says, confidence returning.

This guy just doesn’t know when to quit.

“Tommy seriously,” Steve tries again. “Go bother someone else. We’re not interested.”

“Oh, so you’re speaking for him now too?”

“Please,” Eddie scoffs. “You know I’m not interested in you. Never have been and never will be.”

That does it.

Steve sees the moment Tommy’s confident facade breaks. The rosiness of his cheeks grows into an angry red, flooding his body. His eyes, once glossy, are now laser-sharp and squinted. His fingers curl into fists at his side as he readies himself.

Steve’s faster though, stepping in front of Eddie at the same moment Tommy lunges. It would be easy to put an end to this once and for all. Give Tommy the gift of a black eye or bruised rib with one skilled punch that Steve would love to throw. But Tommy shithead Hagan isn’t worth losing his job for, so he reigns in his own anger and instead gets his palms on Tommy’s chest to hold him back.

“Don’t be stupid, Hagan,” Steve says. “Warren’s watching. Do you really want to lose your job for good this time?”

The words are supposed to knock some sense into the guy, calm him down. But it does the opposite, riling him up even more until Steve can practically feel his skin vibrating under his hands. Thankfully, Aaron and the rest of his minions are there in an instant, pulling him away and holding him back.

They try their best to calm him down but Steve can see Tommy’s anger growing by the second. He’s only seen him this angry once before — two months ago when Warren removed him from the route. He doesn’t need to see an encore performance so instead he reaches for Eddie’s hand and drags them away from the impending doom.

📬 🎄 📬

“Part of me still thinks you should have let him have it,” Eddie laughs, shoveling a mouthful of chocolate chip pancakes into his mouth.

“Tommy’s not worth it.”

“I would have been so pissed if I missed you deck him,” Robin says, working her way through her own mountain of pancakes.

“That’s the real reason you didn’t punch him, isn’t it?” Eddie teases.

“Oh yeah,” Steve deadpans, rolling his eyes. “Promised Robin I wouldn’t punch anyone unless she was there to witness it.”

“Does she also have to refrain from punching people,” Chrissy asks.

Robin shakes her head. “Why? Is there someone I need to punch in your honor?”

“Not yet,” Chrissy says, nuzzling into her side. “But if Eddie makes us go to the Birchwood Holiday party in these tonight, you might need to. Debbie’s nephew is in town and he keeps staring at me from the window.”

“Again with the sweaters,” Eddie huffs, letting his fork clatter to the table. “They’re cozy and hilarious. You guys are just boring! Besides, people are going to love my sweater. You’ll see. They’re going to be all the rage one day.”

“Debbie already thinks they are,” Chrissy giggles. “I saw her wearing the one that says “I’m So Good Santa Came Twice” the other day while she was taking out the trash.”

“You gave Debbie one?” Steve shouts, nearly spitting out his orange juice in the process. Robin does spit out her drink, through her nose as usual as she chokes on her own laughter.

“She cornered me and I panicked! I didn’t think she’d wear it!”

“Look on the bright side, Eddie,” Robin says between shrieks of laughter. “With Debbie’s help, every suburban mom in Brookbridge will be walking around in one by next Christmas.”

“It’s a good thing you know a great delivery man,” Steve teases. “Because they’re going to be flying off the shelves.”

“I’ve made a terrible mistake,” he groans.

As the table erupts into another fit of laughter, Steve can’t help but tug Eddie towards him before giving him a soft, syrup-infused kiss. And if he whispers something about feeling inspired by the inappropriate sweater Eddie’s picked out for him to wear later, well, that’s between him and Eddie and whoever’s bedroom they end up in when they leave Murray’s.

Besides, he still owes him for not punching Tommy himself at that holiday party.

And Steve always delivers.

[seyaryminamoto]

Scenes of a Peaceful World: Sokkla Saturdays 2024

Day Eight - Intuition

Rated: T

On FF.net//On AO3

"Do you ever get the feeling that mom and dad haven't told us everything?"

"Everything? What do you mean, Shun?"

"Well, it's just… I don't know. They have a lot of big friends, and they're all important people. Isn't it weird? Most my friends in school… their parents aren't like that. Ah, and all their parents know our parents, but our parents don't know theirs. Does that make sense?"

"I mean, our parents are famous. That's obvious, right?"

"But why?"

Hotaru bit her lip. She had no answers for that particular question… none that made sense, anyway. Shun pouted, sitting beside her by the fire, as Yuuna worked on some mysterious sculpture with a pile of ice, by Hotaru's other side.

"Dad's from the Southern Water Tribe," Shun said, glancing about himself, at the ornate, beautiful igloos, the strong ice walls, and of course, the beautiful fireplace they sat by. "This is where he was born. So why did he ever marry… w-well, someone from Fire Nation royalty?"

"Because they fell in love," Hotaru responded, simply.

"But how? Why? Are you sure it makes sense that they just…?"

"Why don't you ask them yourself?" Hotaru asked, with a wicked smile. Shun tensed up, cheeks heating up at once.

"B-because…! They're going to get all mushy and make fun of me for asking about that kind of thing," he grumbled. Hotaru chuckled. "See? You're making fun of me already!"

"You know, there's nothing wrong with admitting you're curious about romance," Hotaru said. Shun pouted, cheeks redder still. "If that's what you want to know…"

"That's not it! I've heard more than just… well, weird stories that make no sense about their relationship!" Shun exclaimed. "It's also about… how the war ended. Have you learned about that in school, Hotaru? B-because…!"

She had learned some things about it, certainly, but… not that much. Not at length. Hotaru frowned, eyeing her brother warily. He knelt by her now, careless to sink his knees in the snow.

"I don't know much about it. And everything I hear… doesn't sound real," Shun said, softly.

"I know," Hotaru sighed. "The Fire Nation lost and surrendered… Fire Lord Ozai was defeated. Our grandfather…"

"Mom doesn't talk about him much," Shun mumbled. "Everyone else says he was, uh, well…"

"A son of a bitch," Yuuna interjected: both her siblings winced.

"D-don't just blurt that out like that, Yuuna!" Hotaru said.

"We're not supposed to curse…" Shun swallowed hard.

"Nobody's listening. Doesn't matter," Yunna continued: the ice sculpture she worked on only continued to grow in size… though its shape still made no sense to her siblings.

"Either way…" Shun sighed, shaking his head. "I just don't think any of the stories we hear make much sense, you know? They're so… ridiculous?"

"But we have seen some of it ourselves," Hotaru pointed out. "Mom told us about the Spicy Ramen Challenge…"

"That's the only believable one."

"And the Spirit Library?"

"W-well, that's…! Very cool. I suppose. B-but do you seriously think our parents singlehandedly convinced a scary spirit owl that humanity wasn't that far gone and deserved a second chance?" Shun said, eyeing Hotaru skeptically. "We're talking about our parents here, you know? Just this morning they had an argument about the right way to pronounce 'leisure'… for twenty minutes!"

"They can take nonsense really far, that is true," Hotaru conceded. "But… they're really respected at their jobs, you know? People look up to them."

"That's what I don't understand. That's why… well, I want to know, but at the same time, I don't know if I do," Shun sighed, glancing towards the mountains. "Whenever we come here to visit grandfather… they always go on their own for a while and leave us here. Why… why do you think they do that? Are they keeping some big secret from us until they decide we're ready to hear it?"

"Thing is, Shun…" Hotaru sighed, folding her arms over her chest. "I have the feeling we've been hearing the truth since ages ago. You know… those bedtime stories they always tell us?"

"Oh, Princess Jing and her champion, Wentai?" Shun asked. Hotaru bit her lip. "What about that?"

"Don't you think it's weird how most people haven't heard of them? No one in school told us about those two great heroes of old…"

"U-uh, I guess not, but… I kind of figured mom and dad made them up?"

"They didn't!" Yuuna exclaimed, frowning. "Princess Jing and Wentai are a real legend!"

"That's what I think too," Hotaru said, with an awkward smile. "But… I just think their actual names aren't Jing and Wentai. And maybe they are hiding a thing or two anyway besides that, maybe they don't tell us the full story anyhow, but I think…"

"Heh? Heh?!" Shun's eyes widened, glancing between his sisters. "Y-you're not saying… Princess Jing is mom, and Wentai is dad? T-that's…! That's impossible!"

"You know, the more you believe it's impossible, the harder it will be for you to accept those secrets you're so worried about," Hotaru pointed out: Shun, however, was entirely beyond being reasoned with now.

"Wentai is so cool! He's like… the coolest non-bender ever! He fights and kicks so much, u-uh…"

"Ass!"

"Thank you, Yuuna, but… I mean, there's no way our goofball dad could be him! And Jing, w-well, she's nice, and she's the best firebender of her age, but I'm sure mom's cooler than her!"

"Well, I think they're both awesome," Hotaru smiled. Shun shuddered, shaking his head.

"There's just no way. There's just no way…!"

Hakoda smirked, witnessing the children's discussion from a safe distance – he supposed he'd have to report on Yuuna's curses to her parents, but he doubted it would make a difference, considering how the child tended to disregard any scolding that lacked logical, solid reasoning she could accept.

"So much intuition… and yet, always stopping just short of an uncomfortable truth. Sokka's son, that's for sure," he chuckled, dropping his head against the frame of his igloo's front door.

Should the kids sneak off now, following the tracks their parents left behind, they would be certain to find them in a whole different light right now. In the ruins of an old building, long demolished, by the bay where a dangerous battle had been won by the Southern Water Tribe…

"Still don't think this is the right way to go about this tradition of ours, love. We didn't have swords back then, remember?" Sokka smirked. Azula scoffed, raising her white blade in his direction.

"Humor your wife. What's the point of coming all this way without a rematch?" she smirked. Sokka laughed.

"I really shouldn't have put that thought in your head, all those years ago," he concluded. Azula chuckled, as he unsheathed his sword as well. "But it always feels right… coming back to where it all began with you."

"Just how far have we come this time, Wentai?" Azula asked, teasingly.

"Let's figure that out, Princess Jing," Sokka smirked. Azula huffed, twirling her sword in a teasing flourish before diving forth.

Their duels were never truly dangerous, if simply because they knew each other all too well, so used to sparring together that they would always be effortlessly synched. They moved smoothly, almost as though they danced, as though they were fire and water swirling side by side, never snuffing each other out, never clashing fully, only brushing together so lightly, causing sizzling electricity to bloom between them in consequence.

Their outcomes were seldom predictable, but this time, it was Sokka who found himself disarmed, with a blade by his throat. He smiled, raising his hands in surrender.

"Now… don't you dare yield," Azula teased him, stepping closer to him, without setting aside her sword. Sokka chuckled, basking in the tenderness and danger alike. "That would be no fun."

"I can think of a better way to settle this, then," Sokka teased her: Azula smirked as his arms slid around her body.

Her sword clattered over his once she dropped it, fully enticed into his embrace, kissing him deeply as the pale sunlight of the South Pole bathed them. Sokka pressed their brows together, nose gently nudging hers.

"Still think this is the right way to finish any arguments," he said. Azula scoffed.

"You're still pronouncing 'leisure' wrong."

"Am not!"

"Oh, please…!"

He dove in again, as though to prove his earlier words correct: Azula laughed, hands cupping his face first, then slipping around his neck so she could hug him tightly. Their careless laughter echoed across the pristine landscape, the place where so much had begun for the two of them, and where their ever-growing love never failed to find renewal and strength, providing the best warmth in a frigid landscape… highlighting the beautiful balance between fire and ice that the two lovers had long discovered by each other's side.

[rock-dove-radio]

Fun Fact I am affected by heavy synesthesia and decided to document a few silly things! When i read certain words / letters / numbers i see colors and taste things! As well as with listening to music i see visuals and taste things etc Feel free to ask questions i love answering!

Long post but basically i list brain associations so stuff under cut if you care to read

Anyway to the interesting stuff 😋😋

Color Flavors

🔴 - spicy and bitter with some sweetness. Makes my chest hurt

🟠 - Not sweet or sour it's like a uhh a snow cone

🟡 - frostingless sugar cookie

🟢 - butter

🔵 - steak

🟣 - those little mini cake things they have at weddings

⚫ - sweet and crunchy but has a dust residue like a handful sprinkles

⚪ - pineapple gummy bear

💗 - Walmart birthday cake

Colors / shapes i see when listening to artists

Lemon Demon - navy blue trapezoids and red triangles

Tally Hall - yellow circles and white diamonds

Will Wood - green squares and purple spiral circles (?)

Marina - pink bubbles and white sparkles

Lovejoy - light blue arrows facing downward

Penelope Scott - black semicircles

Mitski - slate colored trapezoids

TV Girl - gray rectangle

Weezer - green boing boing dog toy idk how to describe it

TMBG - orange semicircle really stretched

Oingo Boingo - green circles

Letter and Number Color Associations

A🔴 B🔵 C🟡 D🟢 E🟡 F🔴 G🟤 H🟤 I🔵 J🟣 K🟣 L🟣 M🟤 N🔵 O🔵 P🟣 Q⚫ R🔴 S🟡 T🟣 U🟣 V🔵 W🟣 X⚫ Y⚪ Z🔵 0⚪ 1🔵 2🟢 🟡 4🟡 5🔴 6🟢 7🔵 8⚫ 9🔴 10⚫

Day of the week Equations

10 x 0 = Sunday, 100 - 46 = Monday, 25 - 11 = Tuesday, 4 x 4 = Wednesday, 7 x 7 = Thursday, 5 x 5 is Friday, 10 x 5 = Saturday

Day of the Week Colors

Monday is Black Tuesday is dark blue Wednesday is dark green Thursday is dark purple Friday is yellow Saturday is lavender and Sunday is gray I don't make the rules

School Subject Colors

Math is red, Science is green, social studies is blue, literature / English is purple, art is also green

Number Flavors

0 - the chemicals you blow bubbles with when you accidentally get it in your mouth

1 - plain cracker you get in restaurant baskets

2 - gummy worm that's really old

3 - Doritos

4 - hamburger

5 - giant hot apple left in the sun 2 hours

6 - green apple

7 - steak fajita

8 - grape juice

9 - Hot Dog

10 - seat belt

Smells and Tastes regarding Music

Lemon Demon - lavender candle smell, taste like burger

Tally Hall - rusting Metal smell, taste like cold butter just taken out of the fridge

Will Wood - old church carpet smell, tastes like communion wine

Marina - tropical car refreshener smell, taste like putting a pen in your mouth

Lovejoy - smells like sea salt, tastes like sea salt chocolate

Penelope Scott - smells like rotting wood, tastes like Coca Cola

Mitski - smells like soap, tastes like Christmas cookies

TV Girl - smells like perfume drowning out body odor, tastes like ham sandwich that got ketchup on it

Weezer - smells like hamburger, taste like banana

TMBG - smells like antique store, taste like Olive Garden bread

Oingo Boingo - smells like barbecue, tastes like those big ass erasers people would poke with their pencils in elementary school

Misc

My Name - smells like vanilla perfume from bed bath and bodyworks, tastes like cheese pizza, is the color gold

Five Nights at Freddys - smells like cigarettes, tastes like burger (WHY DOES EVERYTHING TASTE/SMELL LIKE BURGER), is the color purple

Electric Dreams 1984 - smell like a city in Mississippi i went to 7 years ago, taste like red velvet cake, is the color hot pink

The number 999 tastes like watermelon

Pinterest app smells like nail polish and popcorn

Spotify taste like Gatorade

[angelmush]

meals of the week:

tonight i am making an easy peasy pasta dish w sweet corn and italian sausage and parm and butter ! summery and simple

for tuesday, i ended up w some tins of octopus so making little tostadas w some pickly veggies and chili soy octopus

crispy tofu pad thai on wednesday after work

thursday is my birthday and i don't wanna cook lol so idk what's going on there but i don't want to think about it or plan for it

friday im going to make fried filets of code w a snap pea salad and french fries

saturday i'm going to make a big t bone steak w a gochujang glaze to eat wrapped in butter lettuce cups or maybe w rice too ? i'm not sure yet

and on sunday i'll make spicy glazed bites of salmon w rice and cucumber and avocadoooo

[imomisoplays]

Nasi Goreng

Halo, tombler!

We are moving to a new household! Today we follow Stella, twin sister of Vienna and daughter of Aria and Kiyoshi Ito. Stella lives in a ranch house in Chestnut Ridge with her husband Kylo, daughter Leia and son Soleil (featured in the Ham Ramen post here). Stella's husband is indeed Kylo Ren -- I originally tried to match-make her with the game's Kylo when I played Journey to Batuu but long story short, I ended up just downloading a very handsome-looking Kylo Ren (based on the real-life actor Adam Driver) from the gallery. Let's try to not think about how Stella's babies are genetically Adam Driver's simchildren. 🥴

Anyway, more about Stella: She studied Education in college and is now a professor. Lately I just made her do the bare minimum at work while focusing on her side-gig as a nectar maker (said side-gig earned the family more than $200,000 already, so...). Stella's traits are snob, cheerful, and active -- which sure is a peculiar combination to work with. But since Kylo is also an active sim, the two of them really matched each other well.

The recipe we are trying today came from the country of Indonesia, but is also commonly found in other countries on the Malay archipelago. Nasi goreng (literal meaning: fried rice) is a popular dish enjoyed nation-wide, from a tin plate at a street-food stall, or on a fine china plate in five-star hotels. The recipe we’re making today is made by @icemunmun-spicy-scalpel (click here to download the recipe). You would also need Custom Food Interactions for the recipe to appear in your game. I would like to send @icemunmun-spicy-scalpel an extra gratitude for reposting the original post in her blog. I didn't keep the draft for this post and would lost it if not because of her reblog. 🥺

Regular Saturday morning in the Ren household is everyone gathering on the kitchen, whether helping in cooking or just doing their own thing. By "their own thing", this week they’re addicted to stitching. The BRAT t-shirt Leia is wearing is from the Apple Set by @serenity-cc.

Prepping the protein and the vegetables for the dish. Most Indonesian recipes don't usually includes onion, but garlic and shallot are usually the base for many Indonesian recipes. Matter fact, there is a folktale based on garlic ("bawang putih") and shallot ("bawang merah") which you can read more here.

Since the recipe has spread and evolved during years and years of traveling in-between cultures, I don't think there's strictly any ingredient that made it a 'nasi goreng' – each and every ingredient can be substituted and alternated with other ingredient depending on the cook's taste buds. But as a Javanese person (who tends to have a preference for sweeter food), the three elements essential for a nasi goreng for me are: kecap manis, or the Indonesian sweet soy sauce; terasi or shrimp paste, and a day-old rice or refrigerated rice that has less moisture.

I love this shot of the family just existing together.

First part is to pan-fry each ingredients by itself -- usually it includes the eggs, the protein, and the vegetable.

The use of pan here is sacrilegious (as Uncle Roger would say "Haiyah!") but I understand the limitation of animations. After each ingredient is pan-fried, starts by adding oil, chopped shallots, chopped garlic, and terasi in another pan -- ideally a wok -- and sauté until aromatic. Combine the ingredients you had pan-fried previously, and add kecap manis and sambal. Cook together until the rice is nicely coated and every grain is separated.

I have to give my regards for @icemunmun-spicy-scalpel for doing an amazing work with this recipe because the condiments looks very well-researched! As displayed in the dish above, nasi goreng is commonly served with acar or Indonesian pickled cucumber, kerupuk or crackers (commonly prawn crackers), sunny side-up eggs, and what I assume look like perkedel or mashed potato fritters.

The family enjoyed nasi goreng together. If you remember Vienna’s monochromatic kitchen and dining area, and you see Stella’s house, you understand why I had a whiplash, right?

The dining table has a window that gives unique sunlight that I definitely needs to show in this photo below. We’ll still be cooking another Southeast Asian food with Stella for the next post, so stay tuned and dag dag!

P.S. History of nasi goreng is taken from this Wikipedia page, while detailed recipe are based on my own experience.

Imomiso’s note: This post is originally posted on the now deleted blog. I was able to retrieve this post thanks to @icemunmun-spicy-scalpel reblogging the post on her Tumblr 🤍

[jcs-singular-slut-strand]

7. hair-ties or scrunchies?

8. how many water bottles are in your room right now? i have four!

9. which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

11. favorite extracurricular activity? (is it ballet? i dont think it is)

21. something you’ve kept since childhood?

26.a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

43. what’s your take on spicy foods?

44. you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

46. favorite holiday film?

see, i even sent you the questions because i'm cool like that <3<3

have fun!

7) hair bobbles or scrunchies?

Well I have about a million hair bobbles just lying about my room and I usually have at least one on my wrist so I'll say hair bobbles. I don't really I have enough hair to use a scrunchie, it doesn't reach my shoulders

8) how many water bottles are in your room right now?

There are two, one that I barely ever use except at like 3 am when I wake up really thirsty, and the other is the one I use all the time. My original version of this bottle got lost/stolen in 2022 so I literally begged my dad to get me an exact replica off of amazon and I love it very much

9) hot or cold coffee?

Iced vanilla latte 🫶🫶 and then I add extra vanilla sugar because if my county is gonna be the "sick man of Europe" then I can at least benefit from it

11) fave extracurricular activity?

My fave is not ballet although it is something that I do. I recently dropped one of my classes (the one on Wednesdays) so now I'm only doing it once a week on Saturday. My favourite is deffinetly swimming though, I don't go as often as I would like but it's nearing summer which means potential sea swimming. Last summer (if you can call it that) me and my friend went to North Berwick and swam in the sea there. Fucking freezing, we came out bright red.

21) Something you've kept since childhood?

A stuffed animal which is a rabbit. She's called Floppy and I got her when I was 6. She has a Jonas brothers t shirt on right now, it serves

26) a scenario that you've replayed multiple times?

Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I wasn't an only child, or what would've happened if I had picked the other school over the one I did choose. I'm also constantly replaying the funny things my friends and parents say in my head, I write them all down out of context in samsung notes, I really like it

43) take on spicy foods?

I think they taste great, amazing even. However, this is Scotland. I CANNOT handle spice on any level. The local Indian restaurant recognise my family and tell us it's great to have us back every time, but they also know that I'm gonna be ordering butter chicken. It's banging though

44) free pass to kill one person. Who?

Omg one person?? That's actually really hard I didn't realise how many people I actually kinda despise... probably this girl who ruined my life 2-3 years ago and who now pretends that it's all good cause we're older now and it was just something that happened when we were silly and immature. Like babe no you were absolutely horrible to me. I mean I wasn't great either and did deserve to be held accountable for my actions but that was TOO FAR

46) favourite holiday film?

JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR!!!!!!!!! That counts as an Easter film. Not religious but I am a very big fan

[formulauno98]

Once Upon a Time in Baku | Chapter Four

You'd never visited Baku but this weekend was going to be memorable for one reason and one reason alone. WAP.

Word Count: 11.9k

Warnings: Mature - Finally we have some lightly spicy content.

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction, no-one is married in this alt-universe.

SATURDAY AM

Baku came as a relief to the entire team. Free practice performance was like night and day compared to the poor showing in Monaco. The team's hopes were up and you were ready to take on the day. Having been in Baku for the last two days you'd been lucky enough to have some free time in the evening to explore the city, another place you had never visited before. You'd gone out for dinner with the rest of the Comms team and then met up with Bella and the other engineers for drinks as you had intended in Monaco. The team was tightly knit and it was nice to see the different departments bonding outside of work. The more time you spent with them the more Toto's words about the team being like a family rang true.

Toto had arrived last night, having ended up staying behind in the factory for free practice. You hadn't seen him yet and were still unsure of what to make of him. As most of your interactions were one on one or part of a large group meeting, you were curious to see how he was with other colleagues, and if Bella was correct in her estimations.

You had woken up early as the Drive to Survive crew had requested to film a follow-up gym segment with Toto. Dutifully but somewhat reluctantly you agreed to help once again and you donned your Mercedes uniform t-shirt for the second time. This time you paired it with some black shorts as it was much more humid in Baku than it had been in Barcelona. You weren't going to be working out so it didn't matter that they were a little short.

You made your way down to the gym early, hoping to sneak in a short workout before the camera crew arrived. Luck was on your side and you found the gym to be empty. Having discovered yesterday that you could connect your phone to the gym speakers you even took the liberty of putting on your gym playlist, a trashy mix of y2k hip hop, Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion.

Engrossed in your work out you were surprised to turn around and see Pete and the camera crew had started to arrive. Grinning sheepishly and returning your weights to the stack, you went over to greet them.

"Morning guys, sorry I got here a little early so thought I'd squeeze in a workout. How are you all?" you said, a little embarrassed that you had been caught.

"No worries at all, the big man's not here yet so by all means please carry on!" said Pete. "How have you been? We've been rammed, to be honest, back-to-back shoots."

Just as you were about to respond Toto walked in, looking very smart in a navy tee and matching shorts.

"Morning everyone, how is it going?" he said as he strode in.

"Morning boss," you smirked, "Long time, no see."

"I know, too long!" he smiled, coming to a stop where the crew were standing, "So how are you all enjoying Baku?"

Pete and Toto continued to make small talk as the camera crew readied their equipment and it wasn't long before the camera was ready to roll. You had once again been given a list of scripted prompts to take Toto through while you spotted him, this time discussing a racing incident that had taken place last weekend and cost Mercedes dearly.

You made quick work of the questions with a puffed-out Toto giving concise answers that apparently weren't enough for Pete and the crew.

"I hate to say this Toto but do you want to try something different? Maybe lighter weights or an alternative exercise? I know you want to be the macho man lifting heavy weights but it's not making the best content." Pete said, in an annoyed tone.

"Pete, with all due respect, you asked us to present it in this manner, it certainly was not Toto's first choice," you said, folding your arms, unhappy with Pete's line of accusations.

Toto sat up on the weights bench, looking irritated, "Yes, it's no problem to change. And I certainly do not need to lift weights to be... what did you say? A macho man." He then stood up, making his way towards Pete, towering over him and adding, "I'm not Christian."

Feeling slightly awkward you strode across the room to stand by Toto's side in support, your height somewhat less imposing than the tall Austrian's, "Look, we will do what you ask of us but don't insinuate that we are driving this narrative. We're happy to participate in filming when required but we're not interested in getting into a pissing match with the other teams and their team principals.."

Toto raised his eyebrows at your colourful phrase, looking impressed. You continued, folding your arms, "Can we take five and regroup?"

Pete looked sheepish, likely not used to being met with much resistance, "Of course, whatever you need," he said, stepping away and towards his camera crew.

You turned to Toto, "Sorry about that, if that was unprofessional of me, but I didn't like what he was suggesting. What would you be comfortable doing instead of the weights?"

Toto smiled, gently patting your arm, "On the contrary, I quite enjoyed it, Pete has met his match. They can be difficult and act like they're doing us a favour when it is the other way around." he paused for a moment, before suggesting "Shall I use the cables? It's easy and you can be by my side?"

"Sure, sounds like a plan, shall I go and set them up?" you said, glad that Toto was in agreement with you.

"Let's do it together, I can't be bothered to talk to them," Toto said, his brow furrowed in annoyance as he glanced over at Pete.

"I can see why. They're not the friendliest bunch," you said quietly as you both made your way across to the two cable machines. 

"Indeed." Toto nodded in agreement as he reached one of the machines, "I will take this one, you take that one." he said, gesturing at the one next to him. "What do you normally do on these?"

"I use them for all sorts, maybe today chest press?" you said, thinking about the fact that your shorts were rather too short to do anything where your back would be facing the camera.

"Interesting," said Toto, "I use them sometimes too, they're quite good when you are alone."

"You've been coming to the gym without me?" you feigned indignation.

"Maybe once or twice in Brackley." Toto winked at you as he locked the cables in the correct positions.

"Scandalous," you said, shaking your head, echoing him by locking the cables in position and choosing a lighter weight.

Not one to miss a trick, Toto had to get a word in, "A bit lightweight no?"

"Oh my gosh, Pete is right, you are a macho man," you said laughing.

"Touché," he said, "I'm going to go light myself, the worst that will happen is Christian will bring it up in a press conference. No one else cares."

"Glad to hear you're so level-headed about it, you can't let him rile you up," you said smiling, getting in position to try your first chest press.

"I try my best," he said, getting into position to do his bicep curl, testing the weight and completing the move with ease. "I know you're going to laugh at me but I'm going to add one more plate, this is too light."

"Sure, sure," you said, enjoying winding him up a little.

You both found your groove with the exercises and filming recommenced, with Pete staying out of the way and the cameraman focusing on getting some b-roll footage with your gym playlist pumping in the background.

"There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house"

You went cold. Not WAP, any song but WAP.

"I said certified freak, seven days a week Wet ass pussy, make that pullout game weak, woo! (Ah)"

Toto's head whipped around, "What did the song just say?"

In perfect timing, Cardi B answered.

"Yeah, you fucking with some wet ass pussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass pussy Give me everything you got for this wet ass pussy"

Stuttering, you tried to compose yourself, wishing you knew how to skip a song without your phone in your hand, "It's Cardi B, have you not heard it?"

"Put this pussy right in yo' face Swipe your nose like a credit card"

"No." Toto said blushing, "Some interesting lyrics."

Surprised that after the accidental flashing incident and numerous double entendres that a single song would make Torger Wolff blush like a schoolboy, you tried not to blush in return. "I can skip it if you want?"

"It's okay, it's good to know what the kids are listening to nowadays. Even if it makes me feel very old," he said.

"Not the old thing again, if you're old that makes me old!" you replied, the awkwardness dispelled.

"I'm almost double your age, you've got a long time to catch up," he said, pulling up on a cable and flexing his rather impressive arms.

"Pff," you replied, seeing Pete making his way over to the pair of you.

"Are you ready to start again? You were brilliant last time so more of that please," he said, rather condescending.

Deciding to play nice, you looked at him, giving him a dry smile, "No problem. We will do whatever you want us to do."

Pete looked guilty, "Again, apologies if we offended you earlier, thank you for being flexible."

"You're welcome," said Toto, with a stony face.

You started again, working through the prompts the Netflix team had given you, this time with Toto giving fuller answers, able to catch his breath. 

As you chatted away, you couldn't help but get distracted by his arms as he flexed with the taut cables, he was stacked, especially for a man his age. If this made it into Drive to Survive it would almost certainly be in countless Tiktok thirst trap edits. It wasn't long before you got through the script and were ready to wrap, conscious that you were now almost twenty minutes behind schedule.

"That's a wrap" Pete clapped his hands together, "Thank you both. Got there in the end."

Pete was starting to irritate you with his passive-aggressive comments so you replied frostily, mustering a cold smile "Thank you, Pete, I'm glad that YOU got there in the end. We really have to dash now, Toto is a very busy man" you said, gathering your phone and room key from the table where you left it.

"Thank you, Pete," said Toto dismissively, with no smile. He looked as annoyed as you felt and as you walked out of the gym alongside him you could sense tension was there.

"That man is so unprofessional." you vented as you pushed the button for the lift, "I felt as if he was trying to irritate you into saying something juicy. I'm half tempted to ask that he is not on the next shoot." 

"They're all the same, I've had this issue before. It is what it is." Toto said bluntly.

"Doesn't mean it's okay," you said as you made your way into the empty lift.

Toto shrugged his shoulders, "It's TV people. They love to get the scoop, try and make you say things you don't mean. I see it with the drivers, especially George. The press are like vultures, always waiting to prey."

Trying to stay positive, you retorted, "You needn't worry, that's why you have my team. We do our best to ensure that doesn't happen."

"Very true, I don't know how you do it," he said, sighing. You hadn't seen this side of him and were surprised to see him opening up and being vulnerable. "It's the part of my job I hate. If we could race and talk to no one I would love it."

"I get that," you smiled at him, "But it's also an amazing tool to get people interested in watching the racing. Without the media circus, it's just boys in very expensive go-karts going on holiday every two weeks."

"True, I suppose," said Toto, looking unconvinced.

The lift had come to a stop at your floor so it was time to part ways, "Thank you, I'll have a word with them for next time. See you at the track."

"Thank you, see you later," he said as the lift doors closed.

SATURDAY PM

The rest of the morning had been full of back-to-back meetings, phone calls and a certain amount of problem solving on your part. Your team were now comfortable enough to ring you with any concerns and a good amount of time had been taken up dealing with the pitfalls that plagued the team. First of all, Emily, George's EA had been concerned with some paparazzi pictures that had emerged of George holding hands with Rosie a few nights before. They were dark and grainy, having been taken at some distance in the dark and Rosie was not recognisable but George was very obvious. Emily wasn't aware of his relationship with Rosie so was under the impression she was a local Azerbaijani girl that he had picked up. Not wanting to spill just yet you had a short chat with her.

"I would suggest we do not comment for now, they haven't been picked up by many outlets, it's better to just ignore." you advised Emily.

"Okay, I'll keep an eye out if they are circulated more widely." the young woman said.

"Thank you Emily, that's a great idea. My rule of thumb is to always lay low until you need to make a statement. I will have a word with George." you said, silently thinking you would also have a word with Rosie.

"Thank you, I'd better go, he's got interviews in fifteen minutes down in the paddock." Emily got up from her chair to leave your office.

"Thank you Emily, please don't hesitate to let me know if anything else comes up."

"Will do," she said, closing the door behind her.

You were somewhat surprised that George had been papped but you supposed it was to be expected now that he was getting more known. You made a mental note to have a word with him after qualifying as you knew that he and Rosie would once again be hitting the town tonight.

You barely had a minute to get back to your emails when the next curveball came up. Pete, the Netflix producer had gone back to his EP and told him that Toto had been difficult on set. You sighed, reaching for the phone to smooth things over. You dialled the number in the EP's email signature and sat back as the phone rang.

"Hello, Paul speaking." came the voice from the other end.

"Yes hello Paul," you replied, "I'm calling as I've just seen your email and thought it is better to have a chat."

"Oh I see," Paul sounded taken aback, "Lovely to meet you."

"Likewise," you said flatly, knowing full well it was not lovely, "So to clear things up, Pete was the one who made things difficult on set. He insisted that Toto lift weights as he had done before but then said that he was too out of breath and the content was suffering. It would have been all good and well but he implied that Toto had dictated the shot and that he was, I quote, trying to be a macho man." you paused before adding, "It was not the case at all, and Toto was offended at the implications. It felt as if Pete was trying to get a rise out of him. Did you instruct him to behave in his manner?"

Paul was quiet on the other end, "Well, I'm sorry to hear that and sorry to hear that Toto was offended. I most certainly did not instruct Pete to suggest anything like that. What happened after that?"

"We changed the set-up to an easier workout but Pete was still rather off. To be totally honest he'd lost Toto by that point so I'd be very surprised if the footage is any good. Ultimately his behaviour was detrimental to the shoot." you said succinctly.

"That sounds very out of character for Pete, are you sure Toto wasn't being sensitive?" Paul said defensively.

"Paul, I was there." you said bluntly, "He was much more understanding than I would have been in that situation. I had a word with Pete on the day but I do think it's advisable that he sits out the next shoot."

"Okay, we'll have a think. We have another producer we can send in his place, however, I would say that Toto has a history of being tricky. I understand that you are new to the team and perhaps have not yet encountered it. You'd be wise to choose your battles." he said condescendingly.

"Did you just try to advise me on how to do my job? That's incredibly disrespectful, not just to me, but to Toto and to the team. We have a segment lined up with Lewis next week and if that's the way you are going to speak to me I will pull it. Lewis has a line as long as the paddock lining up to speak to him. It's no skin off my back if he's not on Drive to Survive." you were enraged, how dare this man speak to you in this way.

"Noted. We can work something out, I wouldn't want this to jeopardise our wider relationship." Paul said, still in a smug tone.

"Me neither, Paul, me neither. We are very happy to participate but I will not be spoken to as if I am a child and I certainly will not stand for members of my team to be humiliated on set to get juicy content. If your crew treat Toto that way I wouldn't be surprised if they do the same to Lewis or George and as the Director of Communications, I cannot allow that." you said firmly, knowing that you were being a tad dramatic but not wanting to back down at this point.

"Okay. I'll have a chat with Pete, we'll get the other producer on set with Lewis and I'll make sure I come down to check in. How does that sound?" he said.

"Great, thank you Paul. We'll be in touch." You said, "Have a lovely day."

"Thank you, good luck tomorrow." he said hanging up.

You were livid, how dare a TV producer try to advise you on how to handle your boss. Toto had his moments but so far he'd been very level headed in trying moments. Just as you were starting to compose yourself, there was a knock on your door.

"Come in," you called out, before the door opened to reveal Lara, Toto's EA.

"Hello, how are you? Toto has asked if you have time for a quick coffee before qualifying?"

"Yes of course, I can do any time between two and three o'clock but can shuffle things around if he can't" you replied.

"Two o'clock is perfect, in his office?"

"Great, yes please," Lara said, "I'll let him know."

"Thanks Lara." you replied as she closed the door behind her. It was twenty past one so you had time to grab some lunch and work through the rest of your emails. Making your way downstairs to the hospitality area you bumped into George.

"Hey, are you alright?" said George, warmly.

"Yes thanks, how are you? Not long now." you replied, gesturing at the large clock with a countdown to qualifying.

"Good thanks, feeling positive after testing. The car felt better." he said, before adding, "Emily said you wanted to have a word with me, would now be a good time?"

"That's good to hear, it's only up from here. If you have time, now's perfect. Do you want to come to my office?" you said, conscious that you did not want to be overheard.

"Sure," he said, "I think I can guess what this is about."

You made your way back up to your office with George in tow, your team giving somewhat quizzical looks. Settling back down into your chair, George sat across from you, fiddling with his hands and looking nervous.

"So, I want to start by saying don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Rosie confessed everything and I haven't told a single soul." you said, hoping to put him at ease, "I wanted to discuss the paparazzi photos that came out from the night before last. They've been picked up by a few tabloids in the UK, nothing too much to worry about, but I would suggest being a little more discreet until you are ready to share your relationship with the world."

George looked a little shocked, "Thank you for not saying anything, I appreciate that. I'm not sure what Toto will say. To be totally honest we had a few too many the other night and I didn't think," he paused for a moment before looking down at the floor and adding, "I really like Rosie and I think she might be the one."

"Don't worry about it, I'm not going to tell Toto and it's not a big deal. You're young, you're allowed to date people." you said before adding with a smile, "How much though, for me to not tell Rosie that last part?"

"You wouldn't!" George's eyes went wide.

"Of course not, for what it's worth, you two make a very sweet couple. Young love and all that." you teased, all the while knowing that Rosie had said exactly the same of George.

"You're not even that much older than me!" George said, laughing.

"True, but you two are much cuter." you said, glad that George looked cheerier than he did a moment ago, "When the time comes to go public just let me know and we'll do it as painlessly as possible."

"Thank you, I really appreciate this." George said, getting up out of his chair "Right, I had better go down to the garage and see what's going on."

"You're more than welcome and if there's any ever worries please don't hesitate to come straight to me." 

"Thanks, see you later." he said as he made his way back out.

Looking at the clock it was now half past one, leaving you half an hour to grab a bite to eat. Hoping that this time you wouldn't run into anyone you dashed out of your office and straight into the solid chest of Toto Wolff.

"We have to stop bumping into each other like this." he said, with a grin on his face. "Why are you in such a rush?"

Feeling your face glowing red with embarrassment you stammered, "Trying to grab some lunch before our coffee, it's been non stop all morning."

"Oh." he said, "If it's tight don't worry about it, or if you wish, bring your lunch and we can eat together? I'm just about to have some myself." 

"Sure, that works for me, I'll be back in five." you said, before noticing that as you'd smacked into your chest you'd left a bright red lip print on the front of his otherwise pristine white shirt.

Noticing you staring, Toto looked down, clocking the lipstick stain. "Now, that would start some rumours."

"I am so sorry Toto," you said apologetically, "I can get it dry cleaned for you."

"Not to worry, I have a few spare in my office, I had some oil on this anyway." he said, turning his sleeve down to reveal a greasy mark on his arm.

"If you're sure? I will have to be more careful with this door." you said. 

"Honestly, don't worry about it." he said kindly, turning the door handle to his office, "So I'll see you in five?"

"Sure, would you like anything?" you asked.

"Actually, if there is a diet coke could you please bring me one?" He said, "Lara brings me lots of healthy things but I'm craving something more today."

"No problem, I'll bring one." you said, before making your way back along the corridor.

———

You returned a short while later, with a generous salad box, utensils and two diet cokes, one for you and one for Toto, as requested. Knowing that Toto was changing his shirt you made sure to knock before entering his office, not wanting a repeat of your first day.

"Come in," his deep voice called out.

You opened the door, juggling everything, Toto immediately jumping out of his seat to help, ever the gentleman.

"Here, let me help," he said, grabbing your lunch and the utensils out of your hands and setting them down opposite him, before taking the diet cokes as well, "Thank you for this, I feel guilty you carried everything."

Taking the seat opposite Toto, you waved your hand, "It was no trouble at all, the least I could do for ruining your shirt."

"Don't be silly, I have a wardrobe full and I'm sure it will come out in the laundry." he said, sitting down to have his lunch opposite you. "So I asked Lara to put some time in with you as I have been told there have been some concerning images of George with a local woman in the tabloids. Do you know about these?"

Surprised that this was on Toto's radar, you replied confidently, "Yes, I've spoken to George, we've handled it. He is going to be more careful and we are going to ignore it and not comment."

"Great. I thought you would but wanted to check. I heard some raised voices coming from your office earlier and wondered what was going on." he said.

"Oh." you paused, mid bite. "That was actually the EP from Netflix."

Toto raised an eyebrow, "Really? What happened?"

You paused, trying to find the best way to broach the topic, "Nothing to worry about, it's sorted now. He sent a rather punchy email this morning so I thought I'd give him a call."

'And?" Toto said, dropping his fork, clearly wanting the gossip.

"It's fine, honestly, he was rude so I told him what I thought of Pete and threatened to pull our involvement if he didn't get his act together."

Toto's gaze hardened, "I know you weren't happy with Pete but please don't make decisions like that without the board and myself. We can't pull involvement now."

Feeling like he was telling you off, you hit back, "Of course not, but he doesn't know that. It worked, he said we will have another producer next time."

"Ok, well thank you for sorting." he said, before adding, "And I do appreciate your enthusiasm"

You smiled, grateful that Toto wasn't too angry at your gung-ho attitude, "Thank you Toto, and I'll be less hot-headed in future. He tried to tell me how to do my job and how to deal with you and I was not having it."

"How to do your job and how to deal with me?" Toto looked bemused, "What did he say?"

"He told me to choose my battles wisely and that you are tricky to deal with." you smirked, taking a bite of your salad.

"Interesting, and I suppose this is when you raised your voice?" Toto said.

"It was already a little heated at that point but it tipped me over the edge. I'm not proud but I think I got the point across." you said sheepishly.

Toto looked at you calculatedly, "I think the whole paddock heard you getting the point across."

Embarrassed once again, you laughed, "I told you we can just take out this divide if you want? I'm sorry though, I'll keep it down."

"On the contrary, it's very entertaining." Toto said, cracking open his diet coke and taking a gulp, "Thank you, this hits the spot."

"Glad I keep you entertained." you said, smiling and taking another bite of your salad. "It's funny, I haven't heard you raise your voice at all, in fact, I should have told Paul that."

"Well you don't have to raise your voice to be tricky." Toto said with a smile, "If you can do it with stealth it's more fun."

"I'll have to give it a try some time." you laughed, "I want to know what you did to Paul that makes him think you're so tricky?"

"That's a long story for another day," Toto said, "I'll tell you over drinks one some time."

"Okay, well if we win this weekend I will hold you to that," you said, "Was there anything else pressing that you needed to discuss? I need to head off in a bit to the media pen for Lewis' interviews."

"No, that was everything, thank you." Toto said, "I have high hopes for this next session."

"Me too Toto, me too." you said.

SUNDAY PM

Not only had you both been correct for the qualifying session but race day itself had turned into quite the triumph for team Mercedes. Lewis had claimed his first victory of the season with George right behind him, finishing at P2. The garage was buzzing and you couldn't wait to see them both up on the podium.

George had just taken to the stage for his post-race interview with Lewis shortly behind. The crowd was electric and you were grateful for the team's ability to turn it around from one week to another. Your team were busy bustling around the garage, prepping the celebratory drinks and post-race photo call.

"Hey!" a voice called out. You turned around to see Louis and Ben from the social media team approaching. "Do you think we'll have time to take some pics with Lewis and George? We haven't planned the content but it's such an important moment."

"Of course, let's grab them as soon as they're off the podium. There's a short window before they go to the paddock to talk to the media," you replied, already fond of the two men who ran the social accounts. They were grafters and always there at the right moment to capture the highs and lows.

"Thanks, you're the best," said Louis, with a twinkle in his eye.

"I know," you said jokingly. "Come and grab them in two mins."

"Will do," he replied, wandering off into the milieu.

"Hey!" another voice called out, this time it was Tom, the partnerships manager. "Lewis went up on the podium without his watch!"

"Oh shit, really?" you sprung into action, "Where is it?"

"I have it," Tom said, waving it in his hand.

"What are you waiting for then, go and put it on him!" you instructed, a little forcefully.

"Ok, on it," Tom said, running off to the back entrance of the podium. You watched in real-time on the big screen in the garage as George walked out onto the podium, knowing that Lewis would be next and hoping that Tom would get there in time.

Not thirty seconds had passed when Lewis emerged, doing up the strap on his watch. Relieved, you looked over at Toto who was engrossed in a deep conversation with the Chief Engineer. You knew that any minute now, Sky would come knocking for an interview.

Right on cue, their producer made his way into the garage and approached you, "Hi, congrats on the win. Is Toto available for a quick word after the podium?"

"Thank you. Of course, in here or in the paddock?" you asked.

"Whatever is most convenient." the producer replied.

As there were about to be major celebrations in the garage you decided to choose wisely, "Let's do the paddock, I'll come with him." you replied, slightly saddened by the fact you wouldn't be there for the immediate congratulations in the garage.

"Thank you, can you come out in ten minutes?." he said.

"No problem, see you soon," you replied.

"Thanks, see you later," he said, leaving the garage as swiftly as he'd entered, just as celebrations got underway on the podium. Lewis and George were relishing their first win for the team this season and splashing Bono, the designated Mercedes team member to accompany them on the podium, with copious amounts of champagne.

Tearing your eyes away from the screen and trying to catch Toto's eye, he finally clocked that you were wanting a word and wandered over to you.

"Congratulations boss!" you said brightly, tapping him lightly on the arm.

"Thank you," he beamed, his demeanour vastly different from that of yesterday. "I saw the Sky guy come in, do they want to talk to me now that we're winning again?"

"Precisely, are you free in ten minutes? I wanted to run it past Lara but couldn't find her," you asked, knowing it was against protocol to ask directly.

"I sent her up to keep an eye on George, that's absolutely fine. Will you come with me?" Toto asked.

"Of course, I would have anyway." you smiled, "Why does Lara need to keep an eye on George?"

"After those pictures, I don't want him getting in any trouble," Toto said, folding his arms.

"Honestly, you've nothing to worry about, if you knew the truth of the matter, it's not what you are thinking," you said, trying to reassure him.

Toto looked curious and was about to say something when Lewis and George walked, the garage erupting into rapturous applause. "We'll talk later, I better go," said Toto, making his way over to his two star team members. The garage quietened down, clearly expecting the boss to make some kind of speech.

Toto clapped his hands together in delight and then placed one arm around Lewis' shoulders and one around George's "I think I am not alone in saying congratulations guys, and girls," he hastily added. "Thank you to each and every one of you. Your hard work has got us back on top where we belong and I am so proud to be part of this wonderful team. Thank you."

His short but sweet speech went down a charm with the wider team rushing to congratulate the two drivers. Trying once again to catch Toto's eye, you finally found it. It was time to go and chat with Sky. You could hear corks popping as you left the garage and you only could hope there would be some left by the time you returned to the festivities.

"Happy?" you asked Toto as you strolled alongside him on the short walk to the paddock.

"Very. How does it feel to be part of a winning team now?" he asked with a wide smile.

"To tell you the truth, hectic. Everybody wants a piece of you, Lewis and George. Christ, even the junior engineers were getting media requests this weekend. It's mad." you said.

"You'll get used to it. I had to." he said sagely, "They'll be much more to come."

"Fingers crossed," you said as you arrived at the platform where Sky was based. Their producer quickly handed Toto a microphone and beckoned him onto a stool beside the presenters.

You watched in awe as Toto turned on the charm for the cameras, not that he wasn't charming in day-to-day business but he was definitely going the extra mile, telling jokes and smiling throughout his segment. Working with people who knew how to handle the media made your life much easier and you were grateful for Toto and Lewis and the way they set an example for George, who incidentally had come across to join Toto on the platform.

Toto beamed like a proud father as George took his place alongside him and you couldn't help but smile too. Today had been a turning point for the team and you could see the fact that spirits were up and momentum had been gained in the championship. Just as you were thinking about this while watching on, you felt a gentle nudge on your back. You turned around to see Rosie standing there, looking proud as punch too.

"Hi love, how are you?" you said quietly, mindful that you were near hundreds of mics.

"Good thanks, did you enjoy the race? They were so good" she said, looking over at George with puppy dog eyes.

"Yes, it was incredible, they did an amazing job turning that car around in time." you smiled before adding extra quietly, "You must be very proud."

Her eyes lit up, "I really am. He didn't think he was going to do well today, he had nightmares all night long. It was awful, he was crying out in his sleep."

You raised your eyebrows, "Oh really, and how did you know that Rosie?"

She looked worried for a split second before it dawned on her that you were winding her up. "Very funny."

"I'm kidding, but please do be careful, you got papped a few nights ago and people are whispering," you said on a more serious note.

Rosie looked rattled, "We got papped?"

"Well that's good that you weren't aware, it means it's not that big of a news story, but I'm surprised George didn't tell you. I spoke to him earlier about it."

"Oh, I haven't really spoken to him since this morning. What were we doing in the photos?" she asked nervously.

"Nothing bad, don't worry, just holding hands. It's from behind and in the dark so you can't really tell it's you. Both Emily and Toto have seen them and haven't realised so your secret is safe. But please just be careful." you added, hoping she would take your advice.

"We will, I'll speak to George too," she said, glancing over at the young driver who was wrapping up his interview alongside Toto.

"Thank you, Rosie. I honestly don't think it's a problem so don't worry too much," you said, well aware that your words were falling on deaf ears as she only had eyes for George who was now making his way over with a matching sparkle in his eyes, arms outstretched to hug Rosie.

Shooting them both a death stare, they got the memo and George awkwardly backed out of the hug and patted Rosie on the shoulder while Rosie said starchily to George, "Well done George. That was great. Shall we go back to the garage?"

George then leapt back as if Rosie was on fire and stood two feet away, replying, "Thank you, Rosie. Yes, let's go."

Their whole interaction was bizarre and Toto looked at you with a raised eyebrow. Letting the two of them walk ahead, you fell in step with Toto.

"What is going on there?" he asked, gesturing at George and Rosie who were now chatting away animatedly a few steps ahead, "Please tell me it isn't Rosie in those photographs."

Impressed by his skills of deduction, you couldn't lie to your boss, "I could tell you that it's not Rosie but that would be a complete lie. It is her, and don't worry I've spoken to them both."

Toto ruffled his hand through his hair, "Jesus, I thought Lewis was the one I had to worry about. Now George too."

You had to laugh as yet again Toto was acting like a Dad to the two drivers, "Don't worry about it, from what I know it's been going on for quite a few months now and they were sensible about it. I've told them to come to me if things get more serious."

"More serious? George is having casual sex with our press officer?" Toto said, in a state of shock. 

"No, not like that. They're serious about their relationship but they're young. Let them be for a bit and when they're ready they can share their relationship with the world. The media are hounds and I want them to enjoy it before the added pressure of being in the public eye comes."

"Oh, I see. Sorry, I misunderstood. Sounds sensible. Should I talk to them too?" Toto asked, looking unsure.

"Let's leave it for now, it might even fizzle out and we could be worrying for nothing," you said reassuringly.

"No, I can see it in their eyes, they're crazy about each other, it's not going to." Toto said, "Trust me I know these things."

"Ok, Mr. love expert, I'll take your word for it," you said laughing at Toto's deadpan delivery. "I guess we'll have to wait and see."

You'd made it back to the garage where half the team were getting on with packing down and the other half milling about with drinks in their hands.

"Guys, come over here and have a drink!!!!" called out a very merry Bono from one corner of the garage. He was stood alongside Lewis and some of your press team, completely soaked in champagne from his trip to the podium.

"Looks like we've missed some of the celebrations, huh?" you said to Toto as he grabbed two plastic flutes of champagne from one of the hospitality hostesses, handing one of them over to you immediately.

"Indeed." he said as you both crossed the room to the small group who had beckoned, "Bono, how much champagne went on your shirt and how much went in your mouth?"

"Fuck knows," Bono replied, clearly tipsy. "Ask Lewis."

Lewis shrugged his shoulders before adding, "George was there too, just saying."

"You two are a nightmare," you said laughing, "Anyway cheers! Congratulations to you all, this is huge for the team and I hope we can keep it up."

Your words were met with some enthusiastic cheering and a few whoops (mostly from Bono) before Toto added, "I could not agree more, I am so proud of you all."

This was met with more whoops as the other engineers had clocked Toto re-entering the garage and flocked over to hear what he had to say. Ever the commanding presence he looked around before stating "How about we let the crew pack up and we reconvene in the hotel bar at eight for a few celebratory drinks?"

"Sounds like a plan boss," you said, sensing that the rowdy group would need some shepherding out of the garage, "Let's all head back, get changed, have a bite to eat and we can celebrate properly." 

———

Several hours later you found yourself propped up at the dark hotel bar with Bella and Rosie, your two confidantes to whom in your drunk state you were spilling all the gossip. Music was pumping and drinks were flowing so you had no fear of being overheard.

"And then I sent him a video of him partying in the wet shirt in Abu Dhabi," you said, giving them the details of everything that had happened in Monaco. "And I called him Daddy Toto."

Rosie and Bella squealed, both looking across the room at the affable Team Principal who luckily was also seemingly too drunk to notice.

"I told you." said Bella, "I told you that he likes you."

"Shh no way, I think he's like that with everyone, look at the way he's looking at Tom." you giggled, watching Toto looking positively enthralled by whatever Tom was saying.

Bella laughed too, "Maybe you have a point. But I can't believe he walked in on you changing on your first day. Bless him, he must have been mortified."

You laughed, thinking back to that day, "Yes, he was so embarrassed and everything he said seemed to make it worse. It was good in a way though, I might have been a bit intimidated by him if it hadn't happened. He's huge you know!"

"Huge? How much do you bet he's huge everywhere?" Bella chimed in, a naughty grin on her face.

"Bella! That's so bad!" you chided her.

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it. Even George said it, he said he saw it when they were changing into racing suits together." Rosie joined in, matter of factly.

"I knew it!" said Bella, "You need to go for it, you'd be a hot couple. Powerful you know?"

"Oh my gosh, you two. I tell you a few things and it gets out of hand," you said, rolling your eyes at them.

"I still think there's something there, mark my words," said Bella with a glint in her eye, exchanging a glance with Rosie.

"What are you three talking about that's so funny?" said a voice from behind you.

"Hey George, sorry it's girl stuff, we can't disclose," said Rosie, winking at you.

"Ooh really?" said George, perching on a bar stool beside Rosie and sipping his drink as if he was one of the girls.

"I'll tell you later," said Rosie, exchanging a side glance with her beau.

"No you won't Rosie!" you said, shooting her daggers, reminding her that you were in fact her superior.

"Okay I won't," said Rosie, "So Bella, how's your other half?"

The conversation, fortunately, turned to Bella's fiancé who was a rival engineer at Ferrari. One thing you had noticed in your month travelling with the team was that several team members' partners worked for the other teams. It seemed that a job in motorsport could be a lonely one and the best solution was to find love in the paddock.

The group carried on chatting away for a while before falling eerily silent in unison. Feeling someone's presence close behind you, you turned around to see none other than Toto looming over.

"Good evening everyone, please don't be quiet just because of me, enjoy tonight and have fun! But not too much fun," he said, eyeing up George and Rosie who had jumped apart on sight of the Team Principal.

"We won't Toto, don't worry." said George, visibly flustered "No hang on we will, we will have fun."

Toto flashed him a knowing smile, "Good." before turning to you " Can I please have a word? I need your help with something."

Trying hard not to look at Rosie or Bella, who you knew were exchanging looks, you nodded and said "Sure, I'll see you guys in a bit."

Following Toto out of the bar, you made your way through the hotel lobby before stopping at a cushy-looking sofa in a cosy lamplit alcove that looked out across the central courtyard garden. The hotel was a business hotel but was rather pretty at night, with the tiled fountains in the courtyard lit with golden light, bubbling away and the terrace strung with twinkling fairy lights.

"Please, take a seat," he said, plopping himself down and patting the seat beside him.

You settled down on the comfortable sofa, turning to Toto curiously, "What can I help you with?"

"I need to make sure everyone leaves that bar asap. Most of them are on the first plane to London tomorrow and I don't want a disaster. Can you help me disperse them?"

Surprised that he was not as drunk as he had seemed when you'd looked over, you replied, "Of course. Although I can't guarantee they'll go to bed straight away."

He smiled, "That's okay but if you can at least try and herd them that would be great. I have tried but they keep trying to get me to drink more! I tried to find Lara and I think she's gone to bed."

"Woe to be you." you replied sarcastically, "I actually have an idea, give me two minutes."

You leapt up from the sofa, leaving Toto looking somewhat perplexed.

"You'll see," you said, winking at him and making your way to the hotel reception desk.

"Good evening Madam, how can I help you?" said the night porter.

"I have a small favour to ask, I'm with the large party who are still in the bar. Would you be able to cut the music and the lights and tell them you're closing, preferably in the next ten minutes?" you asked, batting your eyelashes in the hope that he would be convinced.

"We normally stay open until the last person leaves Madam, but I can see what we can do." he smiled, picking up the phone.

You waited a few minutes as he conversed with whoever was manning the bar.

"They're going to ring the bell for the last call and then close. Your friends have fifteen minutes to get out and leave."

"Amazing, thank you so much. I will be leaving you a five-star review on Trip Advisor," you said babbling in your tipsy state.

"Any time Madam, is there anything else I can help you with this evening?" he asked.

"No, that's fine, thank you so much," you said, sauntering back over to where Toto was still sitting waiting with a confused look on his face.

"What was that all about?" he asked.

"I asked if they could make a last call at the bar and then cut the music," you said, trying not to grin too smugly as you sat back down next to him.

"Very smart, so they have to leave and they don't even realise we had anything to do with it?" Toto looked at you in admiration.

"Exactly, now I'm thinking I can even go up to my room and keep an eye, it's just up there." you gestured to a window on the opposite side of the courtyard that had an eagle-eye view of the bar's terrace.

"You're an evil genius," Toto said, smirking. "Let's go, I'm going to go to bed too. I'm too old for this"

"Stop it, you're not old!" you jibed, getting up and off of the sofa, making your way towards the lift, happy in the knowledge that you had successfully managed the team celebrations without them even knowing. "Hang on, actually, should we go back? It will look suspicious if we disappear and then the party ends," you said, turning towards Toto. Your ulterior motive being that Bella and Rosie would not let you live it down if you left the party with Toto and didn't return.

"That's true, I suppose we can go for one more drink?" Toto said, "Then I'm going to loudly protest when they make the last call."

"I'll be very impressed with your acting skills if you do." you laughed as you made your way back towards the bar area. "I think we made the correct decision," you said, clocking a few engineers who were staggering along the corridor back to their lift lobby.

"I know my team, and I know them better than themselves in this situation," said Toto, holding the door open for you, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back as he allowed you through ahead of him.

"So you've done this before?" You said, "Interesting."

"Maybe," he said, giving you a knowing look.

"Well now I know your secrets, you won't be able to get one past me," you said teasingly.

Toto looked down at you as if to say something in response but was interrupted by a very drunk Tom.

"Hey bosses, how's it going?" he said, swaying dangerously from side to side. "Why aren't you joining in the dancing?" He pointed across to where the team had made a makeshift dance floor and were throwing some questionable shapes.

"Nobody wants to see me dance Tom, although I'm sure she would love to." Toto said, the cheeky grin back on his face, "She told me she loves to dance."

"Do you?" said Tom, his eyes widening, "Come and dance!"

"Toto's right, I do love to dance," you said, shooting a look at your boss who was now chuckling away, apparently pleased with his own joke, "However, I would like one more drink first, I'm going to head to the bar and then who knows, maybe I'll see you on the dancefloor in ten, fifteen minutes," you winked at Toto.

"Actually maybe I'll do the same," said Toto, catching up with your ruse.

"Amazing, see you guys later!" said Tom, hopping back across to where a large group were now dancing in a circle.

"Oh gosh, I hope he is going to be okay on the flight home," you said, conscious that Tom was a member of your direct team so was technically your responsibility.

"Boys will be boys, you can't mollycoddle your team," said Toto.

"You're one to talk, sending Lara to keep an eye on George!" you batted Toto on the arm.

Toto looked at you with a guilty expression, "Ok, maybe you're right. But as a parent, you can't help it. I'm old enough to be his father and always want to look out for him."

"I know and it's endearing," you said, patting him on the arm once again, the alcohol fuelling your touchy-feely tendencies. "I wonder when they're going to ring this bell."

Right on cue, the bell rang, signifying that it was time for the last orders. 

"You must be psychic," said Toto, looking down at you kindly, "Is this our opportunity to make the great escape?"

"I thought you were going to put up a huge protest?" you said, raising an eyebrow.

"So I did." he said, flashing you a charming grin, dimples out in full force, "Prepare to be amazed." He once again placed his large hand on the small of your back before disappearing into the throng of people trying to get their last drinks orders in, leaving you staring in disbelief.

Having clearly watched your entire interaction, Bella slinked over, looking like the cat that got the cream.

"He likes you," she said. "I saw that, you touching his arm, him touching your back. That was flirty as fuck."

"Stop it, Bella! Yes he is a very handsome man, who is also very charming, but he is also my boss," you said, trying to talk yourself out of it as much as you were Bella.

"Can't fight nature though, you're smart, you're hot, you're young and juicy. Of course he fancies you."

"Young and juicy?" you laughed incredulously.

"You know, your ass is juicy like a peach," she said, giggling away.

"What's so funny?" a voice said, coming out of nowhere from behind you. George was back, this time with Emily, his press assistant in tow.

"Nothing." Bella said quickly, "We were just laughing at Tom's dancing."

You all looked across the dancefloor seeing Tom twerking enthusiastically in the middle of the dance circle.

"Do you think I should go and get him?" you said.

"No! This is way too entertaining," said Bella, "Besides we have to leave soon, they rang the bell."

"Did they?" you feigned surprise, "So early."

"I know!" said Bella, "A little party never killed anyone and we can sleep on the plane."

"You can," groaned George, "I have to fly back with Toto and he's going to talk to me the whole way."

"That's not so bad, surely?" you asked. The more you learnt about their dynamic, the more they appeared like a slightly dysfunctional father and son.

"No, don't get me wrong. His plane is nice but sometimes you just want to sleep and watch trash TV on a long-haul flight. He's always so... on." George replied wistfully.

"I'll get my tiny violin out for you, think of the rest of us who fly economy," Bella said teasingly. "Although, I think our lovely friend here will be joining you soon enough."

"Me?" you asked, hoping Bella was not going to insinuate anything in front of Emily and George.

"That's true actually," Emily chimed in, "Your predecessor always travelled on Toto's jet. I think once he gets to know you better you will too."

"That's interesting," you said, glancing towards Bella pointedly, "So he had a good relationship with Sarah?"

"I guess." said Emily, "They had their moments though."

"Oh really?" your interest piqued, maybe you were about to learn about Toto's more difficult tendencies, "In what way?"

"Sometimes they screamed at each other." Emily said shyly, clearly worried about saying too much, "It was normally okay but sometimes Sarah had a bad temper. We'd hear doors slamming from their offices."

"Interesting," you said, "He never mentioned this to me."

"I don't suppose he would," said Emily, "It was not the best working atmosphere."

George chimed in, "It was awkward sometimes. She was great but never wanted to move with the times. Toto got frustrated and they'd clash."

Surprised by these admissions, you smiled, "Hopefully we're more on the same wavelength so they'll be no more of that."

"You're definitely on each other's wavelength, and I think it's time to ride that wave, " said Bella cheekily, causing Emily and George's eyebrows to shoot up.

"I'm going to get one more round, does anyone want anything?" asked Emily, breaking the awkward silence that had ensued.

"I'm fine thanks," you replied as George and Bella shook their heads.

"Have I missed something?" asked George as Emily made her way back to the bar one last time.

"No, not at all." You said defensively, "Bella is trying to set me up with every eligible bachelor within a twenty-mile radius, including Toto, which is wildly inappropriate."

Bella looked a little guilty, taking a more serious tone "I'm just kidding, I hope you know that."

"I do, but watch who you say it in front of, Emily is on my team and I don't want her thinking I'm doing anything like that. Everyone already questions how I landed this role," you said kindly but firmly.

"She knows I'm joking, George, you know I'm joking right?" she said, a little defensively.

"Hmm, now I'm thinking you're protesting too much." said George, a wicked smile appearing, "This is brilliant, you lectured me about Rosie while you fancy Toto."

"I do not fancy Toto," you said bluntly, knowing deep down that was a complete lie.

"Hmm, okay I believe you," said George, making you roll your eyes.

In perfectly awkward timing, Toto made a beeline towards you.

"George, Bella, I'm going to call it a night. Make sure you get on the plane tomorrow. Do you mind if we take five outside quickly?" he asked, turning towards you.

"Of course, we will Toto, goodnight," said George, ever the goody two shoes when it came to his boss. "I'll go after this drink."

"Good man George, and congratulations again. I'm proud of your efforts today." Toto slapped the young man on the back before turning to Bella and adding, "And great job Bella."

"Thank you, couldn't have done it without you. See you tomorrow." George said to Toto, before bidding you farewell, "And goodnight, see you in Brackley. Thank you for everything today."

You said goodnight to George and Bella and made your way out of the bar with Toto.

"What's up? Did you have fun tonight?" you asked as you once again headed for the lifts.

"Nothing, I just thought you might need an out." he said, "I did have fun, I'm happy we're back as a team."

"Thank you, that's very kind, I have to say I am exhausted," you replied, just as the lift tinged and the doors opened, "Glad you had fun, it was nice to see them let off some steam."

The pair of you entered the lift, completely alone with no one watching for the first time since lunchtime. Feeling bold you decided to go out on a limb and see if there was some truth to Bella's theory.

Trying to nonchalantly lean on the gold bar in the lift, you turned towards Toto and asked, "I know it's late but would you fancy a nightcap? We can make sure everyone leaves the bar from a prime viewing spot." 

Toto whipped his head around, a very surprised look on his face, "Sure, I'd like that."

"Cool, I have whatever is in the mini bar on offer and a very comfy lounge area." you smiled at him. Your floor dinged and you said, "Well, this is me."

Toto obediently followed you out of the lift and down the corridor towards your room. You knew it was a little inappropriate inviting him to your room but figured it could be a good way to test the waters. You were starting to really like Toto and the more time you spent with him, the more difficult it was becoming to resist his charms.

You swiped your key card, opening the door for Toto and suddenly remembered that you'd left your curling tongs, hair products and pyjamas strewn across the dressing area outside the bathroom. "Welcome, apologies for the mess, I left this morning in a rush."

Toto laughed, eyeing up your leopard print pyjamas, "I don't know how you do all of this every morning, I struggle to jump in the shower and get dressed in the morning, let alone this," he picked up your hair tong, inspecting it "How do you even do this?"

"It is quite the art form, you're lucky you're a guy, no-one expects you to tong your hair," you said, making your way down past the bed and into the living room area next to the large window. "Here, make yourself at home," you said, gesturing towards the large, comfortable l-shaped sofa. 

"This is nice, it's nicer than my room." said Toto, "Mine has a desk and a chaise longue, no sofa."

"Really? I thought you'd be living it up in a suite." you said shocked, "So what would you like to drink?"

"What do you have?" he said, taking a seat on the sofa and stretching out his long legs. "And no, we are randomly allocated the rooms so sometimes I do and sometimes I don't. I like the variety, it keeps it interesting and it's nice for other team members to have that opportunity."

"That's very noble of you," you said, leaning over and looking into the mini bar, "I have all the usual, wine, prosecco, beer, a few spirits and mixers. What do you fancy?"

"I'll come and have a look," Toto got up and crossed the room, standing tantalisingly close behind you as he surveyed the selection. Shifting around you were suddenly very aware of how quiet it was in your room and how now was your chance. Moving a little closer, grazing Toto's thigh with your hand, you turned around to face him.

He gazed down at you, his deep brown eyes bright and expectant as he wrapped one hand around your waist, and leant down, caressing your neck with the other. Your lips met and you immediately knew that although this was a bad idea, it felt right. You kissed slowly and sensually for what felt like an eternity before breaking away. As you'd suspected Toto was a phenomenal kisser, gentle but passionate and sending tingles up and down your body.

"Toto." was all you managed to say before he scooped you up in his strong arms and brought you over to the sofa, placing you down delicately so that you were lying on the lounger part.

"Mmm," he said, settling down, facing you, "I've wanted to do that since I first laid eyes on you."

"Me too," you said, reaching out and pulling him closer, your hand tracing his strong jawline. "I know it's unprofessional of me but there's something about you."

Toto grabbed your hand, engulfing it in his large one and leaning in closer to ghost kisses up and down your neck. "Sometimes you have to listen to your heart above your head," he said in a breathy whisper, hitting the sweet spot right behind your ear.

You tilted your head in pleasure, your free hand reaching out for his muscular chest. You couldn't believe this was finally happening.

"Told you!" a voice suddenly called out. Where was it coming from?

You opened your eyes and looked around. Bella was there, and so was Rosie. To your horror, you realised that you were no longer in your hotel room but in the middle of the brightly lit garage. How did you get there? And more importantly why was Toto on top of you with half the team watching?

"Get in there boss." called out George.

"Box, box," said Bono. 

You were mortified. You unpeeled yourself from Toto and sat up. You could hear a loud buzzing noise but couldn't figure out where it was coming from. You looked around, maybe it was one of the cars? It was getting louder and louder but you couldn't figure it out. Then it dawned on you, it was a dream.

MONDAY AM

You woke up, feeling incredibly disorientated, rudely woken up by your alarm buzzing. You hadn't drunk that much last night but you were unnerved by the subject of your dreams. Half expecting to roll over and see Toto in your bed you were relieved to see it was not the case. Rubbing your eyes you tried to piece together what had happened last night. The last thing you remembered was coming up to your room with Toto and looking in the minibar. Trying your hardest to rack your brains, you looked around the room, bright and sunny as you'd clearly forgotten to draw the curtains, a faint noise coming over from the other side of the room. It almost sounded like breathing.

You glanced over to the living area and sure enough, there was Toto, peacefully snoozing, tucked up under the bedspread from your bed on the sofa, his long legs dangling off the end.

"Shit, shit, shit," you thought to yourself, struggling to remember where reality and dreams had blurred. Grateful to see that you had at least had the decency to put on your pyjamas, you threw back the covers and padded over, not wanting to wake the sleeping man but trying to deduce what had happened. One thing was for certain, he was fully clothed, his navy blue polo shirt peeking out from the top of the bedspread. Less promising was the fact that his mouth was bright red, covered in your lipstick. "Shit, shit, shit." you continued to panic.

Biting the bullet, you gently nudged Toto's arm, "Toto, wake-up. Rise and shine. Or whatever they say in Baku."

He stirred slightly, his handsome face looking relaxed. Feeling slightly guilty that you were about to put an end to his peace, you nudged him again, "Toto?"

With that, he opened his eyes, blinking, before looking up at you in shock. "Huh?" he said blankly.

"Morning sleepyhead." you said, "I'm sorry to wake you but thought it wasn't wise to leave you for any longer. It's almost seven-thirty."

Toto sat bolt upright, "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep. I am so sorry, this is wildly inappropriate." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and upon noticing the red streak started to panic, "Why am I bleeding?" 

You couldn't help but laugh, sitting down beside him demurely, "Toto, that's not blood. I should be the one apologising, it's my lipstick."

"But how can your lipstick be on my... oh," he said. You could almost see the cogs turning in his brain.

"I am so sorry, we can never speak of this again and we can pretend this never happened," you said, deep down sad that you'd blown your chance on a drunken night.

"No no, don't be silly, it's my fault. I shouldn't have accepted your invitation," he said.

"I shouldn't have invited you." you said, folding your arms, "I'm the one who should be sorry."

"No, I shouldn't have suggested we leave the party," he said looking very guilty.

"Toto, look. It's both our faults, we're adults. I knew what I was doing and you knew what you were doing." you said matter of factly. "What we now need to figure out is how we're going to sneak you back to your room without anyone noticing. People will be leaving for their flights in the next hour or so."

"Shit." he said, his eyes meeting yours pleadingly, "Again, I am so sorry, you're absolutely beautiful but I shouldn't have taken advantage."

"Toto, you hardly took advantage, you're fully clothed and I'm in buttoned-up pyjamas and fluffy bed socks." you gestured down at your feet, "You slept on the sofa. You've nothing to worry about."

"I kissed you," he said.

"No, I think you'll find I kissed you," you said, finally starting to recall last night's turn of events. You'd kissed Toto by the minibar then made your way across to the sofa, kissing for a while longer until you realised you should really be getting to bed. Toto had looked so comfortable you'd suggested he stayed and when he refused to share your bed, ever the gentleman, you had brought him the bedspread and extra pillows. "I wouldn't have kissed you unless I wanted to."

Toto's eyes lit up, "You wanted to kiss me?"

"Are you joking?" you said, your mouth dropping in disbelief, "I've wanted to kiss you for weeks now."

"Weeks?" he asked, his normally deep voice cracking a little.

"Yes, weeks."

"Me?"

"No, the other guy who spent the night in my room," you replied dryly.

"And I'm the one with the tricky reputation," he said, finally breaking into a relaxed smile and shaking his head. 

"I know right." you said warmly, "Look, can we agree we both had too much to drink and both made this happen. I don't know how you feel but I wanted it to happen."

"Deal." Toto said, "And for the record, I've wanted it to happen for weeks too."

"Well I'm glad we can come to an agreement, can I get you a tea or coffee?" you asked, getting up from the sofa and making your way towards the minibar.

"Why is this giving me deja-vu?" said Toto, rubbing his head. "Can I have a green tea, please? I'll make it."

He made to get up but you turned around swiftly, "Oh no, you stay there Mr- we don't want a play-by-play reply of last night. At least not yet."

Toto laughed, "Okay, you can make the tea, but I might freshen up."

"Sure, make yourself at home," you gestured towards the bathroom, "There's a spare toothbrush in the hotel kit."

"Thank you," he called out, closing the door behind him.

As you busied yourself making the tea, the reality of your actions sunk in. You'd been on the job for just over a month, were finally starting to settle in and had now gone and ruined it by inviting your boss to your hotel room, kissing him and asking him to stay the night. Tears pooled in your eyes as the regret set in. You really liked Toto but it was never wise to date a coworker, let alone your boss. You'd had to fight the stereotypes of being a young woman in a high-ranking job at your former company, having been accused of all sorts, from sleeping with the boss to flirting with your assistant. All untrue but believable enough that plenty of colleagues had given you dirty looks and the cold shoulder.

Your hand shook as you poured the boiling water into the tea cup, the tears were now rolling down your face thick and fast. For all of your workplace bravado, you were still a young woman and your personal life was as messy as your career was successful.

Hearing the bathroom door open, you snapped out of it, using a serviette to discreetly wipe away the tears before taking the two cups of tea back across the room.

Toto had settled down on the sofa and looked up at you in concern, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," you said, setting one cup of tea down on the coffee table in front of Toto and clutching the other in your hands, "Just tired."

"If you're sure?" Toto said, his face etched with worry, "Thank you for the tea, you really shouldn't have."

"It's the least I could do," you sniffed, a stray tear leaking out.

"You're not okay, I am so sorry, I should leave you alone." said Toto, getting up to leave "Please know I am so sorry."

"No, please sit down and stay." you asked, "I'm sorry, it's nothing you've done, let me explain."

You shifted nearer to Toto, explaining the situation in your previous role and your concerns for this one. He was kind and sympathetic and once you'd reassured him that it wasn't anything he'd done, for what felt like the hundredth time, incredibly understanding.

"Well, I think the best thing to do is not to do this again. If we don't do it, no one can talk." Toto said, now fully awake and switched on in Team Principal mode. "Although that's not to say I don't want to."

"Likewise," you said, mustering a small smile towards him, he was dashing even in his sleep-rumpled clothes from the night before, "We can be sensible."

"Exactly." he said, taking a large swig of his tea, "And on that note, I should get back to my room and pack."

"Thank you, Toto," you said, standing up to see him out.

"What for?"

"For being so nice about this."

"Why wouldn't I be? I got to kiss a beautiful woman last night and woke up in her room, it's a win-win. I don't like to see you upset but I'm glad we are on the same page."

At that you reached up, gently stroking the side of his cheek before planting a soft kiss on the side of his mouth. As your lips lingered you felt the corner of his mouth twitch into a smile.

"For someone who is so notoriously tricky, you're cute," you said, pulling back with a matching smile on your face.

"You think I'm cute?"

"I thought we surmised that about eight hours ago?" 

"I guess. Well now I really have to go and you need to pack too!" he said, before turning back and planting one last kiss on your forehead. "Get home safe, will you please text me when you land in London?"

"Sure thing, safe flight to you too!" you called out as he snuck out of your door.

[isa-ghost]

✨️ Small AMFMN Update ✨️

Yknow I was sad and a lil worried about not getting Chapter 6 done really fast bc of finals and such but. Honestly? Taking things a teeny bit slower like this has made for writing I'm so much happier with??

I can't wait to post Chapter 6 because I'm super happy with how it's going so far. :D Dialogue's been good, I've got some spicy parallels in the chapter, I've planted the seeds of Missa Going Thru It, Bagi's been introduced and it feels very in character. Good shit. 👏🏻

I'm thinking, although I'm gonna be focused on Phil's hardcore anniversary stream tomorrow and Saturday I have to work, it MIGHT be done by early next week or sooner. I'm starting the last chunk of the chapter today and if ADHD permits, who knows how far I'll get. I could completely surprise myself! All I got going on today is Kristin's cake baking stream and then I'm free until the night time. :0

I will say though, for future chapters they might come out slower bc my work hours are changing soon. :T But hey! Taking 6 slower has gone well, maybe it'll be a good thing.

[sunflowersteves]

omg idk how i missed sin saturday when i've been such a wh0re in theory this weekend 🤩

anyway this week's spicy thought: steve having a thing for big girlies (like myself) and f*cking the sh!t out of her big b00bies

that is all, hope ur having a lovely and spicy weekend ❤️

- 🚘

HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY FUCK AND LOVE BIG GIRLIES IDC WHAT PPL SAY

like king Steve? absolutely not. that man has to work some things out. season 3&4 Steve? would cherish you and devour you.

like he’s fucking into your thighs, precum spilling down to your shins. he’s moaning and whining for you, while you’re giving him sweet praises. “So pretty, stevie.”

“Yeah? I’m pretty? Fuck, your thighs are heaven.” And he’s absolutely gonna cum all over them.

and ur boobs? ur tits? ur voluptuous mounds? he’s absolutely done for. he swears they’re magical because it doesn’t take him long to cum every single time he’s thrusting into them.

also I’m so sorry love I haven’t done ur last ask yet but don’t worry!!! it’s still on my mind :) I’m just having a dry spell for fics

[simersims4]

Фестиваль специй (Spice Festival)

Субботний день начался со звонка Ванишы. Это новая подруга. Предложила посетить фестиваль специй. Так как мы новенькие, она хотела показать традиции. Согласившись, мы еще не много поговорили и положили трубки. После чего муж подслушав наш разговор тоже захотел отправится с нами. Ближе к времени мы собрались и отправились на место. Там нас встретила подруга. Мы гуляли, общались, пробовали новые блюда и наслаждались атмосферой. Люди были такие приветливые, добрые и открытые. Новые знакомства нам не помешают. На фестивале мы с мужем выиграли по футболке, съев самое острое блюдо не подав и признаков остроты.

После всего мы решили «попускать пузыри». По началу был такой приятный прилив расслабления, помутнения. Спустя десять минут меня слишком накрыло и все остальное было уже как в тумане. Даже не помню как оказались дома.

«АВТОР ПРОТИВ УПОТРЕБЛЕНИЯ АЛКОГОЛЯ, КУРЕНИЯ И ДРУГИХ ВЕЩЕСТ. НЕ РЕКОМЕНДУЕМ ПОВТОРЯТЬ»

Saturday day began with a call from Vanisha. This is a new friend. She suggested visiting the spice festival. Since we are new, she wanted to show tradition. Having agreed, we didn’t talk much and hung up. After which my husband, having overheard our conversation, also wanted to go with us. Closer to the time we got ready and went to the place. A friend met us there. We walked, talked, tried new dishes and enjoyed the atmosphere. The people were so friendly, kind and open. New acquaintances will not hurt us. At the festival, my husband and I won a T-shirt each for eating the spiciest dish without showing any sign of spiciness.

After everything, we decided to “blow bubbles.” At first there was such a pleasant rush of relaxation, cloudiness. Ten minutes later I was too overwhelmed and everything else was already in a fog. I don’t even remember how we ended up at home.

“THE AUTHOR IS AGAINST THE USE OF ALCOHOL, SMOKING AND OTHER SUBSTANCES. WE DO NOT RECOMMEND REPEATING"