#the jawlines the khakis

[goosologist]

played it gets so lonely here, a yuri visual novel by @ebi-hime. decided to draw my own version of Gravedigger bc i thought she looked too weak and well-dressed. ended up in butch trance for six hours. please send help.

[pedroscurls]

save a horse, ride a cowboy (one-shot)

summary: hugh takes you to go flower picking, but all you can think about is taking him back to his car and riding him. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader word count: 3.1k warning: 18+, mdni! - reader has some description (hair/outfit), smut (teasing, unprotected p in v, car sex, so slightly public, creampie - oopsies, hugh calls you his good girl, reader is very dominant (and hugh doesn't mind it one bit!!!), biting and marking, cowgirl obviously) a/n: huge shout out to @wolverigrl for this amazing request!!! i'm just so obsessed with seeing hugh in a cowboy hat, like it literally just does something to me and i can't help it🙂‍��️ i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did writing it, thank you for sending me the idea! this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman. y'all should listen to save a horse, ride a cowboy by big & rich while reading 😉

“Come on, baby.” Hugh says, knocking on the bathroom door. “We’re just picking some flowers. Shouldn’t be too long and–”

You finally step out of the bathroom, dressed completely opposite from what Hugh’s wearing. He’s dressed in a pair of khaki cargo pants, a dark gray hoodie with his hiking boots and a cowboy hat. You knew the moment he put that on that you had to go change.

You bite your lower lip when you look up at him, feeling immense pride from the way his eyes are looking at you from top to bottom and bottom to top. You’re dressed in a white babydoll mini dress with a sweetheart neckline, empire bodice, and slightly puffy short sleeves. The silhouette of the babydoll dress continues with a ruffle at the end of your dress, stopping just at the middle of your thighs. 

You step forward, hands reaching out for him as your dark brown cowboy boots click against the tiled floor. You see the way Hugh’s throat bobs as he swallows deeply at the sight of you. 

“You ready, cowboy?” you ask, running your fingertips along his chest. 

Hugh still hasn’t spoken, eyes still glued to your entire frame as he takes your hand, presses a soft kiss on your knuckles, and then makes you twirl around in front of him. The ends of your dress lift slightly and Hugh has to clear his throat at the sight. 

“You’re wearing this to just go flower picking?” 

“I wanted to look cute,” you grin. “And besides, whenever you wear that cowboy hat, it just does things to me, Hugh.”

Hugh steps closer, his free hand moving to rest on your hip. “And what’s that, baby?” 

“Hm, you’ll find out.” You wink and lean up to peck his lips lightly. “Let’s go pick some flowers, cowboy.” 

As you’re walking away from him, Hugh turns around and watches. His eyes move from your shoulders, down to your back, settling for a few moments on your backside and then down your legs. He takes his cowboy hat off for a moment and shuts his eyes, mentally praying to himself that he keeps his excitement down – though the stirring beneath his pants tell him that it’s going to be difficult. 

You call out his name and look over your shoulder with such an innocent look, batting your eyelashes at him with your lower lip pulled between your teeth. Hugh opens his eyes to look at you and takes two large strides to get to you, an arm wrapping around your waist from behind as his hand splays against your abdomen.

His lips hover near your ear, breath fanning against you as it causes shivers to run through your body. “You’re like a southern belle,” he grins, nibbling at your ear. “I like it.” 

Your eyes flutter as you lean back against him, moving a hand to rest over his. “Wait until I ride you like a cowgirl,” you tease, turning your head to gently nip at his jawline. “But only after we pick some flowers.” You teasingly grind your backside against his front, immediately feeling his hardened length beneath the fabric. 

Hugh grunts in your ear and then releases you, putting the cowboy hat back atop his head as he takes your hand. “Let’s go.” He doesn’t spare you another glance as he leads you to the truck in the garage. Hugh knows he’s weak, knows that he can’t control himself when he’s around you, but he promised you a week ago that he would take you to pick some flowers. 

And Hugh is a man of his word, even though all he wanted to do was take you back home and have you ride him like you said you would. 

—

You couldn’t even focus on picking flowers, but Hugh’s taking it very seriously. He’s holding a white bucket, already filled with purple flowers as you trail behind him. Ever since you saw him put on that goddamn cowboy hat earlier that day, you knew you would be distracted. It’s the main reason why you had changed, why you’ve been trying to get his attention, to tease him and cut this flower picking session short. 

But Hugh wouldn’t budge. You noticed that he’s kept his eyes focused on the task at hand, only looking at you to make sure you were helping. It isn’t until you tug on his hand that you look up at him with a big grin as you take one of the flowers to tuck behind your ear. 

“How do I look?” You ask, batting your eyelashes once more up at him. 

Hugh bites his lower lip as he gazes at you from the rim of his hat. His gaze darkens at the sight of you and the grip around the bucket tightens as he tries to think of anything other than you riding him. 

“Gorgeous,” he finally says. 

The heat in your cheeks rise and you lean up on your toes to peck his lips. “I’m having a great time.” 

“You barely picked any flowers,” Hugh chuckles. “I’ve been doing all the work.” 

“Oh, that’s intentional,” you wink. “You’ll get a reward after all your hard work, I promise.”

“Reward, huh?” Hugh says quietly, moving his free hand to cup your cheek, watching you lean against his touch. “What d’ya have in mind?” 

You bite your lower lip, turning your head slightly to kiss the inside of his palm. “How about we go back to your truck and I just show you?” 

“We’re not done—”

You interrupt Hugh by taking the hat from him and placing atop your head, the flower in your ear falling and landing on the ground. You smile innocently at him, moving your hands to flatten the wrinkles on your dress. 

Hugh’s at a loss for words. The cowboy hat he was once wearing now completes your entire outfit as the hat sits perfectly on your head. Your hair cascades down your shoulders, his eyes moving quickly to take in your entire frame. God, you looked incredible. 

“I want to ride you, cowboy. Can you let me do that?” 

Hugh nods slowly. Usually, he’s always the dominant one in this relationship, always the one to tease you until you’re begging for more, always the one to talk dirty because he knows you love it, but now… Now, Hugh feels his resolve slipping. He likes this side of you, likes that you’re taking control, and he has no issue with you taking the reins. 

“We gotta go back home and—”

“No,” you interject. “I want to ride you in your truck. Unless,” you tease, running your fingertips along his arms and up to his shoulders. “You can’t handle a little risk.” 

Hugh’s eyes narrow down at you. He knows that you’re doing this on purpose… and he knows that he’d give in because he’d do anything for you.  

“Anyone can just drive up here, baby.” 

“No one but us have been here for the last hour.” You play with the strings in his hoodie, biting the inside of your cheek in anticipation. “Come on…” you tell him, slowly beginning to drag him back to the truck. “Please?”

“Oh, we’re begging now, are we?” Hugh cracks a smile, the center of his pants tightening as he brings the bucket filled with flowers to cover himself. 

“Don’t you want to have some fun? Live a little on the edge?”

“I think I’m a bit too old for that,” Hugh chuckles. He knows it’s true. The age gap between the both of you was something that he was hesitant about, but you proved yourself to be nothing like women your age and it was… nice. A surprise. Something he certainly wasn’t expecting either. 

You roll your eyes. “So, we’re pulling the old card here, huh? Fine then, old man. I’ll just have to fix my problem myself. I’ll meet you in the truck.” You hold his gaze, watching his eyes repeatedly dart down to your lips back up your eyes. There’s a tense silence that fills the air between the both of you and you know he’s going to call your bluff, knows that he can see right through you. 

“Be my guest,” he growls lowly. Neither of you move and Hugh can sense that you didn’t like his answer. He can see the way your brows begin to furrow together, eyes narrowing. “What? Why ya looking at me like that, hm?” 

You don’t answer him and just take his free hand, leading him back to the truck without a word. Once at the truck, you take the bucket of flowers from him and set it on the bed of the truck before you push him against the driver’s side door. When you look up at him, you can see the surprise look on Hugh’s face as you step forward, hand moving to run down his chest, down his abdomen, until it hovers near the center of his pants. 

Hugh inhales sharply, one hand reaching out to grip your hip. Luckily, your body covers what you’re about to do as you run the palm of your hand over his growing bulge. Your eyes still remain locked on his, watching his own flutter at the sensation. 

“B– baby, we should–”

“Get in the truck,” you tell him, releasing your hold on him as you reach for the handle of the door. Your eyes darken, laced with desire and lust and Hugh feels himself throbbing almost painfully at this new side of you. He turns and helps you open the door as he climbs up on the seat and then looks over at you. 

“Well?” he asks, tongue darting out to lick his lower lip. 

You reach down to push his seat all the way back as it will allow, giving him enough space for his legs and enough space for you to climb up on top of him. Once seated on his lap, you rest your core firmly against his hardened bulge and shut the door. The windows on his truck are tinted, which does provide enough privacy for the both of you and the windows are cracked just slightly so that there’s a breeze that enters the car. 

“We really–fuck,” Hugh groans, head resting against the headrest as he feels you roll your hips against his firmly. His hands dart out to rest on your hips, gazing up at you as your hands rest on his shoulders. He sees the way your face contorts in pleasure, mouth slightly agape, eyes fluttering. 

“Shh,” you tell him, gripping his shoulders as your hips grind down into him. You can feel the length of his manhood press against your wet core. Slowly, you sit back against his thighs to reach down to undo the button and zipper of his pants as he lifts his hips slightly off the seat to push down his pants and boxers past his thighs to relieve the pressure. His manhood stands at attention, already throbbing and leaking at the tip as he stares up at you. 

Your legs are placed at either side of his hips as you reach down with your free hand to grasp his base, running his tip along the length of your sex. Then, you see his eyes widen when he registers that you hadn’t been wearing any underwear this entire time.

“No underwear, hm?” Hugh growls, grabbing the ends of your dress to lift at your hips. He sees your exposed sex and his length running along your wet heat, his grip on your hip tightening even further. “You minx.” 

“Easy access,” you grin, lifting above his hips slightly as he notches his tip at your throbbing heat. Slowly, you lower yourself down onto him, your walls stretching almost painfully to give way for his girth. Releasing his base, you move both hands back on his shoulders, biting your lower lip as the cowboy hat remains on your head, tilting it slightly back so that Hugh can get a good view of your face. 

Hugh lets out a loud groan at the feel of your walls sliding down his length, so warm, so wet, so tight and gripping him in a vice. He feels his breath catch in his throat when you finally lower yourself to the hilt and when he looks up at you, wearing his goddamn cowboy hat and holding onto his shoulders like your life depended on it, it just turns him on even more. 

“God, Hugh,” you moan, slowly rolling your hips forward and backward as your walls begin to give way to him. You’re so wet, your arousal leaking out of you and dampening the hair at his base. With each roll of your hips, the hair provides just the right amount of friction against your bundle of nerves and you quicken your movements, chasing your own release. 

And you’re close. Hugh knows it too, so he gently reaches up to lower the front of your dress. He lets out a quiet whimper at the sight of your exposed breasts, succumbing to your every move and allowing you to do all the work. “No underwear, no bra…” he groans, leaning forward to latch his mouth onto one of your peaked nipples. “Such a good girl for me,” he mumbles against you. “My good girl.”

My good girl. That’s it, baby. Fuck. 

It’s all you needed to hear for your walls to clench around him, reaching your first orgasm at record speed. You stop all movements, firmly sitting on his lap as you feel his tip kiss your cervix. He’s so deep in this position and it feels so good, so full of him. Of Hugh. 

Hugh has to pull away for a moment to watch you. He always loved watching you reach your climax, the way your eyes shut tight, your mouth slightly formed in an ‘o’ shape, and a moan escaping your lips. It was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen before. You were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen before. 

And now, the image of you orgasming wearing his cowboy hat with your dress pulled down enough to expose your breasts is an image that he will never forget. 

“Gimme a sec,” you pant, feeling him lift his hips slightly off the seat. You’re still sensitive, but you know that you want more. You need more. Leaning forward, you gently kiss the tip of his nose as the rim of his cowboy hat touches his forehead. “I’m only getting started,” you whisper. 

Hugh grunts and nods. He needs you to move, needs more of you, but he stays patiently waiting. He hooks a finger under your chin and gazes directly into your eyes, a small smile lining his lips. “You said you’d ride me, baby…” he says lowly. “Show me what you got.” 

And just like that, a flip in you switches and you grip his shoulders tightly. You gaze into his eyes and then begin to lift your hips, feeling every vein and ridge of his manhood throbbing against your walls. You hover above him until his tip is the only part of him inside of you before you slide back down on his length. You see his eyes flutter at the movement and you feel the grip on your hips tighten even further and you just know that it’s going to leave a mark later.

Hugh leans forward, lips pressing firmly against the side of your neck as he growls against you. He moves his hands from your hips to the flesh of your backside, gripping you tightly as he feels your walls grip him so tight, sliding along his length. He lets out a loud groan, teeth grazing your pulse point at your neck before he bites down roughly, kneading the flesh of your backside as he feels your hands from his shoulders to the base of his neck. 

“Hugh,” you moan, beginning to pick up the pace as you lift your hips upwards and back down. “So deep…” 

He pulls back a bit and gazes at the growing mark that he just made on your neck and it spurs him on even more, gazing up at you to see your eyes focused solely on him. Hugh knows he’s close and he leans back to rest against the seat, allowing you to just ride him like you said you would. 

You’re holding onto him as you both gaze down at where you’re connected, his manhood glistening with your slick before you slide back down onto him until he’s filling you so fully. 

“Fuck,” Hugh groans, watching as you move your hips forwards and backwards again. He feels it building in the pit of his stomach and he looks from where you’re connected, back up your body to your face, growling at the sight of you in his cowboy hat. “Mine, all fuckin’ mine,” he groans. 

Your hips move faster, the hair at his base once more providing the right amount of friction against your clit. You feel your walls begin to tremble as your hands lock together at the base of his neck, holding onto him as your hips roll repeatedly against his. 

“All yours, cowboy,” you tell him through quiet moans. 

That’s all it took. Hugh grips your hips, holding you still as he reaches his own high. He lets out a loud groan, head tilting back as he shoots his release deep inside of you, painting your walls. You’re breathing so heavily and you reach down to rest your hands on his wrists, slowly moving your hips forward and backward to milk every last drop out of him. 

He shudders against you, squeezing your hips as he slowly opens his eyes to look up at you. You’re gazing down at him with a small smile as you lean forward to kiss his cheek. You remain on his lap with his manhood still deep inside of you, feeling him soften within your walls. 

You cover yourself back up, bringing the top of your dress back to cover your breasts as you look at him. Hugh’s breathing so heavily, eyes focused directly on your own. 

“So this is what happens whenever I wear that cowboy hat, hm?” he says quietly, a small smile lining his own lips.

You grin and nod, looking up at the hat on your head before turning your gaze back onto him. “You wear this and I’m riding you every time,” you promise. “And I’m gonna be wearing it while I do.” 

“God, you’re amazing.” 

“Save a horse, ride a cowboy, right?” you tease. 

Hugh nods and wraps his arms around your waist, leaning forward to peck your lips lightly. “I’ll be your cowboy anytime, baby.”

--

forever taglist: @haytchee @wolverigrl

[delulustateofmind]

Marriage-Life (One-shot)

A/n: Thank you all for all the love on the Between Worlds series! I promise an update next week. This is just something I thought about while on my walk with my dog :) SUPER FLUFFY!

**Also, it is unedited so fair warning, like a rough draft!**

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: Collections of domestic life with Azriel, married/mated for fifty years. 

Warnings: Fluff & crack at times, drinking, some intimate moments. Pet names (Sweetness, My Love, Baby)

Azriel the spymaster was your mate, the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on. Balancing life with a spymaster was no easy feat. Azriel’s frequent absence on risky missions tested the boundaries of your marriage at times. Yet, amidst the challenges, you found solace in the ways he made up for his prolonged departures.

Like sleepless nights in bed after a long mission…

As you settled in settled into bed, with Azriel lying on your chest, his breathing growing heavy as his eyes were closing. A question tugged at your lips. “Would you…’ you began, hesitating for a moment. ‘Yes, I would love you if you were a worm,’ Azriel hummed, his warm breath grazing your skin.

“Love me if I was a snail” You finished, feeling Azriel’s smirk form against your chest. He gave a soft nip on your breast. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he opened his eyes to look up at you. The hazel eyes looked up at you with amusement you could see his smirk turn smug. 

“Oh sweetness, that changes things” he drawled as he sat up a little, pushing himself up to see your face. You bit your lip trying not to giggle as he continued. 

“I mean, are you a normal snail? Like could I tell you apart from all of the other little snails?” Azriel began, his deep voice filled with a teasing tone. His hand roaming your bonds, fingers caressing your curves. 

You stifle a laugh as his fingers find ticklish spots, “I would be a cute snail, one that you could distinguish from the others”

“A very cute snail…but the fact remains. You would still be a snail” Azriel hummed as he ran his fingers across your curves again. His gaze goes down to your body and back to your lips and then your eyes with a playful grin. A grin that only you ever saw. “I would feel so guilty if I stepped on you by mistake. Can’t have that, can we?” 

Giving him a playful pout, you look at him innocently. “Are you saying…that you wouldn’t love me if I was a snail?” you whisper to him in a soft gaze, as you notice his movements. Azriel grinned again, pushing himself onto his elbows against you as he moved closer to you. His wings continued to drape across the both of you. 

“What I’m saying is I would always have to worry about stepping on you if you were a snail. Which would make being married to you quite the headache.” His hand once rested on the curve of your waist, moved its way to your collarbone then your jawline, and finally to your chin. Tilting your head as he brings himself closer to whisper on your lips. “How about you stay fae my love, maybe in another universe we could be snails together. But this one, I would love to be fae with you.” A gentle kiss was planted on your lips, which led to you both having a very sleepless night. 

****

Azriel never really had much of a sweet tooth, in fact, he typically stayed away from sweets until he met you. When you both got married, you would try out a new cafe once a month, sometimes going to the same one if their seasonal menu changed. 

“Let’s get ice cream today, it’s starting to get so warm out.” You whined as you slipped on a sundress. Azriel in the middle of brushing his teeth as he shrugged and gave the confirming nod. 

One of the best things about Azriel was that he always tried to match your outfits. If you wore a blue ribbon in your hair, he would wear a blue button-up shirt. If you wore a floral sundress, he would find a shirt that matched one of the colors. Today wearing a blue floral sundress, he opted for a light blue button-down and khaki slacks. One of which, he never owned any colorful clothing or anything other than his leathers and a few formal outfits until you two met.

Once you were both ready, Azriel took you on a flight down to the Palace of Hoof and Leaf. A district is known for its food. Once landed, you both walked hand in hand. Shadows trailing the both of you as you walked. Azriel’s huge hand compared to yours as he guided you to a cafe. 

“Feyre mentioned this place the other day” he began as he guided you through the busy streets. His wings were tightly tucked in. “I guess they make the ice cream look cute, like little bears and pigs” he gave you a warm smile as you trailed next to him, giving him a confirming squeeze with your hand. 

The streets were packed today, the market was selling spices, the smell of delicious food filled the air, and merchants trying to gather attention as people walked past. It wasn't until after a few blocks away, that you noticed a cute pastel pink building that had “Ice Cream” written in a beautiful cursive font on the window. You moved your hand from his, moving it towards his bicep as you both walked to the front doors. When you grasped his muscle, he flexed. The pastel-pink building exuded a quaint charm, its exterior adorned with delicate floral motifs that seemed to dance in the sunlight. Inside, the decor was equally inviting, with plush cushions and paintings on flowers on the walls. Along with cute stuffed animals on shelves around the parlor. A beautiful fae girl led you both to a table and placed a menu in front of you both. Azreil looked at you. “Order anything you want. I will just share with you”

The menu was filled with a tempting array of ice cream parfaits, each more enticing than the last. Ranging from little animal-themed ones to flower ones  You ended up ordering the panda, and right when you ordered you noticed there was a drink menu that showed an adorable foam cat latte. You order it as well obviously. Azriel smirks as he looks at you with a smile. People in the ice cream parlor glanced over. A smile from the threatening looks of the spymaster was quite rare. 

You both talked about what other errands you both needed to run, a market trip was due. Luckily Azriel won’t have a mission for a while but will be training with the Valkyrie and having to go to Hewn City soon. As you both talked, you very impatiently waited for the dessert, Azriel held your hand across the table. He was rubbing his finger across the top of your hand. 

“I appreciate you” He whispered so softly that you almost didn’t catch it. You give him a warm smile “I appreciate you too and everything you do.”

After what seemed like forever! 

The ice cream and latte finally arrived, you looked at the ice cream with a pout and looked at him. 

“I don’t think I can eat it, it’s too cute” you pout as you look down at the panda ice cream staring up at you. Azriel had already taken the latte and was about to sip it. As he raised a brow.

“Shall I eat it for you” he teased, flashing a playful grin as he took a sip of the cute cat latte. Something about this intimidating creature sipping a cute cat latte caused your heart to flutter. A blush made its way across your face, even after fifty years of marriage, he still makes you have butterflies in your tummy. You reluctantly used your tiny spoon that was given to you, to poke the face of the little panda ice cream ball on top. Tasting the ice cream, it was a cookies and cream flavor. So cute and so delicious. Azriel teased you by claiming you’re murdering him. You would flash him a playful glare which would cause him to laugh. It was moments like these, that you enjoyed being married to him. 

*** 

Drunken nights, meant drunken mates. 

Azriel arrived at Rita’s to find his mate giggling drunk next to Feyre who was being led away by Rhysand. Azriel’s mate however was still sipping on her drink as he walked over. 

“Sorry, I have a mate,” you slurred, raising a hand to Azriel’s face as he approached.

“Oh, do you? Is he handsome?” He teased in a low voice, taking a seat next to you. His wing brushing against your shoulder. 

“The most handsome man in the whole world, let me tell you if he caught you right now, you would be catching his hands” You drawled with a drunken grin as you sipped the rest of your cocktail. 

Azriel covered his mouth covering a laugh, “Is that so? So he’s like super powerful.” He teased, his tone holding amusement. One of his shadows trailing around your arm. 

You notice it and giggle, “Yeah, my mate has these little shadow things too” You point at the shadow and show it to him. He laughs a bit harder and leans closer to you. You almost immediately recognize him. 

“Hello! My mate!” You giggle as you lean your head on his shoulder. His arm slipped around your waist. “When did you get here, there was such a strange man here” you giggle as he holds you close, placing his chin on top of your head. 

“Just now, how about we head home? Hm?” He hums as he plays with a strand of your hair, leaning back a little to slide a hand under your chin to tilt your face to his to see your drunken smile with a red flush on your cheeks. 

“Can we walk a little?” You smile up at him as you slur a little.

“Can you even walk?” He teases in a low tone, “If you can then sure” 

He pays the tab and walks with you out. A hand firmly on your waist to stop you from stumbling when you both walk the streets of Velaris. If anyone even looks at you stumble they’re met with the glare of the spymaster. You notice a pigeon leaving his arms and make your toward it. 

Tears stream down your face. 

Oh fuc- Azriel almost thought you were about to throw up but here you are giving the pigeons coins while crying. 

“Baby please, he’s homeless” You give Azriel a longing look as big alligator tears stream down your face. 

“The pigeon?” Azreil covers his mouth from laughing, there’s no way his mate is crying about a bird on the street. This is one of her more normal moments. 

“Yes, and he’s so poor. I mean he had no pockets!” you slurred as your voice cracked feeling so bad for the poor pigeon.

“I’m sure he’s fine love, please leave the pigeon alone,” he says quietly as he pulls you up. Perhaps, winnowing home would be for the best. 

[mrsfancyferrari]

Can you make an AU where Carlos is attracted to the new receptionist at the golf course he and Papa Sainz frequent? Ps. please make her Latina and with curly hair

Thanks in advance!!

Golf Gurl

Anon: Can you make an AU where Carlos is attracted to the new receptionist at the golf course he and Papa Sainz frequent? Ps. please make her Latina and with curly hair

Song: Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood

Author’s note: I can't write short stories to save my life. I hope you enjoy this long journey which may take a full day to read. Please like, reblog and share this! <33

Word count: 6.6k

It was another busy day at the golf course, with members coming and going.

You've only worked here for a few weeks, thanks to your best friend who got you the job. She knew you were in desperate need of more staff, and you were in desperate need of money, so it worked out perfectly.

The hours were long and the work could be exhausting, but it was a steady paycheck and you were grateful for it. Every day brought new challenges and new faces, and you were slowly getting the hang of things.

The members were mostly friendly, though some could be demanding. Your friend and you often laughed about the more eccentric characters you encountered, and it made the busy days more bearable.

Plus, the beautiful scenery of the golf course was a nice bonus, providing a peaceful escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

As you stood behind the reception desk, checking in players and handing out scorecards, you couldn't help but notice a familiar face approaching.

It was Carlos Sainz, the young Formula 1 driver, and his father Carlos Sainz Sr.

Carlos Sainz Jr. had a boyish charm that was hard to miss. His chiselled jawline, sparkling brown eyes, and tousled dark hair gave him an effortlessly cool appearance. Dressed in a sleek, navy-blue polo shirt and tailored khaki shorts, he exuded an air of casual sophistication that turned heads everywhere he went.

His father, Carlos Sainz Sr., was a distinguished figure with a rugged, experienced look. His salt-and-pepper hair and weathered face told stories of countless adventures and victories. Wearing a classic white polo and well-fitted trousers, he carried himself with the quiet confidence of a seasoned champion.

As they approached the desk, their easy camaraderie was evident. The younger Sainz greeted you with a warm smile, while his father gave a polite nod, both of them radiating the kind of charisma that comes from a life spent in the spotlight.

"Good morning, how can I assist you today?" You greeted them with a warm smile.

"Hola, we'd like to check in for our usual tee time," Carlos Sainz Sr. replied.

As you typed away at the computer, you felt Carlos Sainz's gaze on you. You glanced up and your eyes met, causing a flutter in your chest.

"Here are your scorecards, gentlemen. Enjoy your round," you said, handing them the cards.

"Gracias, senorita," Carlos Sr. nodded, then turned to his son. "Come on, let's get going."

But Carlos lingered for a moment, his eyes still locked on yours. "Thank you," he said softly, before following his father to the first tee.

A few seconds after they left, your best friend Mariah came running over, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Did you know that Carlos Sainz and his dad just arrived here?" she exclaimed, almost out of breath.

You sighed, a small smile playing on your lips. "Yes, Mariah, I just saw them. I checked them in," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual despite the fluttering in your chest.

Mariah's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she leaned in closer. "Did you talk to him? What did he say? Oh my gosh, he’s even more handsome in person, isn't he?" she gushed, barely able to contain her excitement.

You chuckled at her enthusiasm. "Not much, just a thank you," you said softly, feeling that flutter in your chest again as you recalled the moment.

Mariah nudged you playfully. "Come on, there has to be more! Did he smile at you? Did you feel a spark?"

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't help but blush. "He did smile, and maybe there was a little spark," you admitted, causing Mariah to squeal with delight.

"This is so exciting! Who knows, maybe you'll bump into him again later," she added, winking mischievously.

Over the next few weeks, you noticed Carlos Sainz would often linger a bit longer after checking in, finding excuses to talk to you.

You'd exchange small talk about the weather, the course conditions, or the upcoming F1 race. You found yourself looking forward to these brief interactions, captivated by his charming smile and warm brown eyes.

"Girl, he loves you," Mariah exclaimed dramatically over your lunch break, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

You laughed, shaking your head. "That's exaggerating, Mariah. We've just been talking," you insisted, though you couldn't deny the thrill that ran through you at the thought.

Mariah leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Please, I've seen the way he looks at you. It's like you're the only person in the world. And don't even get me started on how he always finds a reason to linger around," she said, raising an eyebrow.

You sighed, unable to suppress a smile. "Okay, maybe there's something there. But it's not like anything can really happen," you said, trying to temper your own rising excitement.

Every time you saw him, your heart would skip a beat, and a warm, tingling sensation would spread through your chest.

You found yourself stealing glances at him, feeling a mixture of nervousness and exhilaration with each encounter. Despite your attempts to remain composed, the mere sight of his easy smile and confident demeanor left you feeling giddy and hopeful for what might come next.

One afternoon, as you were organizing some paperwork, Carlos approached you with a cup of coffee in his hand. "I thought you might need a pick-me-up," he said with that signature smile, his fingers brushing yours as you accepted the cup.

The brief touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you couldn’t help but stammer a thank you, your cheeks flushing pink.

Carlos's smile widened, clearly pleased by your reaction. "You're welcome," he replied smoothly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"I hope it helps you get through the rest of the day," he added, lingering just a moment longer before turning to leave, leaving you feeling both flustered and elated.

As Carlos walked away, you couldn't help but replay the moment in your head, savoring the warmth of his touch and the genuine kindness in his eyes.

Your mind swirled with a jumble of emotions—anticipation, curiosity, and a growing hope that maybe, just maybe, there was more to these interactions than simple friendliness.

You find yourself unable to focus on your work, daydreaming about what might happen the next time your paths cross. . . .

It was getting closer to Christmas Day, and Carlos's visits to the golf course were becoming more frequent. Every time he came by the check-in desk, he lingered a little longer, chatting about anything and everything.

"So, are you planning to go spend Christmas with your family?" he asked, leaning casually against the counter.

You smiled, shaking your head. "No, my parents live in Mexico and I'd rather stay here for Christmas. What about you?"

Carlos chuckled, "I think I'll spend the day with my family." His eyes twinkled with a mix of excitement and holiday spirit.

"That sounds perfect Carlos. I hope you'll have a great Christmas with them," you replied.

Carlos nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Thanks! Maybe next year you can join us for a big family dinner," he suggested, his tone genuine.

You laughed softly, feeling a bit more connected. "I'd love that, Carlos. Maybe I'll take you up on that offer someday."

The conversation flowed easily, making the cold December days feel a little warmer.

The day of Christmas arrived quickly, bringing with it a quiet calmness to the golf course. Snow gently dusted the greens, and the usually bustling check-in desk saw only a handful of customers.

You had decided to work today, lured by the promise of bonus pay, but the lack of holiday cheer made the hours drag.

As the afternoon wore on, you found yourself reminiscing about Carlos's invitation. The thought of being surrounded by a warm, welcoming family made the solitude sting a little less.

Maybe next year, you thought, as you glanced out at the serene, snow-covered landscape. For now, you'd focus on making the best of the quiet day, knowing that the holiday spirit could be found in the most unexpected places.

The day of Christmas arrived quickly after, and you were one of the two workers stationed at the reception desk.

The other worker, Sarah, had just gone on her long break, taking the opportunity to stroll through the snow-dusted golf course while you handled the few customers that trickled in.

The quietness of the day was both a blessing and a curse; it gave you ample time to reflect but also made the hours stretch endlessly.

As you sat there, a small group of regulars came in to get a quick round of golf in before their holiday festivities. Their cheerful banter brought a touch of the holiday spirit into the otherwise serene clubhouse.

Engaging in light conversation with them helped pass the time, and their jovial moods were infectious.

You then heard a familiar voice as you texted Mariah on the phone. "You should be focusing on me instead of your phone," the voice teased.

You looked up to see Carlos standing there, bundled up in a thick coat and scarf. "Carlos! What are you doing here? I thought you'd be with your family!" you exclaimed, genuinely surprised but delighted to see him.

Carlos chuckled, "I was, but I thought I'd stop by to check on you. I know working on Christmas can be a drag."

He leaned on the counter, his eyes twinkling with the same mix of excitement and holiday spirit from before. "Plus, I brought you a little something to make your day brighter," he said, pulling out a small gift-wrapped box from his coat pocket.

You accepted the gift with a smile, the loneliness of the day melting away in the warmth of his gesture.

"Thank you, Carlos. You didn't have to do this," you said, unwrapping the gift to reveal a beautifully crafted snow globe with a miniature winter wonderland inside. "It's perfect," you added, touched by the thoughtful gesture.

Carlos shrugged modestly, "I just wanted to bring a piece of the holiday cheer to you. Besides, who says you can't have a little fun at work?"

"You always know how to make things better," you replied, placing the snow globe on the counter where you could admire it throughout the day.

"So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?" you asked, curious about how he managed to juggle his time.

Carlos smiled, "Well, after making sure you're not too lonely here, I'm heading back to help my mom with the Christmas dinner preparations."

He chuckled, "You know how it is, I'm the oldest so it's my job to help out." You nodded in agreement, feeling a rush of admiration for his sense of responsibility.

He shrugged, "It's just what family does."

"That's really sweet of you, Carlos. Family traditions are important, and I can see how much you cherish them," you replied, feeling a renewed sense of warmth from his presence.

"I actually miss those big family gatherings, the laughter, and the chaos. But being here isn't so bad, especially now that you're here."

"Well, I hope you get to see your parents soon," Carlos said, his eyes filled with understanding and sincerity.

"Thanks, Carlos. I hope so too," you replied, handing him his scorecard as you noticed a small line forming behind him. "But for now, I'm just glad I got to see you. It means a lot."

Carlos gave you a warm smile, "Take care of yourself, and don't let the holiday blues get to you, okay?" He glanced at the next customer and nodded, "Looks like you've got some more people to cheer up. I'll see you around."

You smiled back, "Thanks again, Carlos. Have a wonderful Christmas with your family." With that, he waved and headed to his golf section, leaving you with a heart a little lighter and a desk adorned with a piece of holiday magic.

As Carlos left, the next customer approached the counter with a friendly smile. "Hi there, I was wondering if you could help me find a gift for my nephew.

"He's really into sports, especially golf," she said, her eyes twinkling with holiday excitement. "Of course," you replied, eager to assist and share some of the holiday cheer Carlos had just brought into your day.

After assisting the customer with a few suggestions for her nephew, you were finally let off for your break. Eager to catch up with Carlos, you quickly made your way to the golf section, scanning the aisles for his familiar figure.

There he was, meticulously arranging golf balls and chatting with another employee.

You decided not to disturb him, content to watch from a distance as he swung his club with practiced ease. The fluid motion of his swing sent the golf ball flying straight and true, a testament to his skill and dedication.

His focus was unwavering, and you couldn't help but admire his passion for the sport. It was clear that golf was more than just a hobby for Carlos; it was a part of who he was.

As you continued to observe, you noticed the way he effortlessly engaged with the customers and his colleagues, offering advice and sharing tips with a genuine enthusiasm that was infectious.

His charisma and kindness shone through in every interaction, making the golf section a little brighter and more welcoming. Watching him, you felt a sense of comfort and connection, knowing that even in the hustle and bustle of the holiday season, there were moments of true joy and camaraderie to be found.

"Are you going to stare all day or are you going to come here?" you heard Carlos say, snapping you out of your reverie. You blinked and realized that he was looking right at you, a playful grin lighting up his face.

With a sheepish smile, you walked over to him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I was just admiring your swing," you confessed.

Carlos chuckled, handing you a golf club. "No worries! Want to give it a try? It's never too late to pick up a new hobby," he encouraged, his eyes twinkling with the same holiday excitement you had seen in the customer's earlier.

"I've never done golf before," you admitted shyly, gripping the club with uncertainty.

Carlos raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. "How do you work at a golf place yet don't know how to play golf?" he asked, his tone light and curious.

You shrugged, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I guess I just never had the time or the opportunity. Plus, it always seemed a bit intimidating," you explained.

Carlos's expression softened, and he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Well, today is your lucky day. Let's start with the basics. First, you want to have a good stance," he instructed, moving to position your feet correctly.

"And don't worry, I'll be right here to guide you every step of the way."

You stood in front of him and held one of his clubs, following his instructions but you missed the ball twice. "Don't worry about it," Carlos said, his voice gentle and encouraging.

"It's all about getting comfortable with your stance and swing. Let's try adjusting your grip a little bit." He carefully positioned your hands on the club, his touch steadying your nerves.

Taking a deep breath, you tried again, but the ball still didn't go very far. Carlos laughed softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Hey, you're getting there! Remember, it's not about power, it's about technique. Just relax and let the club do the work." His confidence was contagious, and you found yourself smiling back at him.

"Alright, one more time," you said determinedly, feeling a renewed sense of excitement.

Carlos moved closer, his presence both comforting and electrifying. "Let me help you this time," he muttered, standing right behind you and placing his hands over yours on the club.

Your breath hitched as you felt the warmth of his body aligning with yours, his steady guidance making you feel surprisingly confident. "Just relax," he whispered, his voice soothing, "and let’s focus on the swing together."

With Carlos's hands guiding yours, you felt an immediate difference. The club felt less foreign, and your stance more natural.

As you swung, the ball finally took a clean, satisfying arc through the air. "There you go!" Carlos exclaimed, stepping back with a proud smile. You turned to him, beaming with excitement and gratitude. "Thank you, Carlos. That was amazing!"

He chuckled, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. "Anytime. Looks like you might just have a knack for this after all."

Looking at Carlos, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement and appreciation. His patience and unwavering support were more than just helpful; they made you feel seen and valued.

As your eyes met, you realized there was something undeniably special about this moment, making you wonder if this newfound connection might extend beyond the golf course.

Before you could say anything more, one of the staff called you for assistance. "Excuse me, I need to help with something," you said, reluctantly pulling away from Carlos.

He nodded, his eyes still warm and understanding. "Go ahead. I'll be right here when you're done," he assured you.

As you walked over to the staff member, you couldn't help but glance back at Carlos. He was watching you, a small smile on his face, which only made your heart race faster.

The task at hand was simple enough, but your mind kept drifting back to the moments you had just shared. Finally, as you wrapped up the assistance, you knew you couldn't wait to get back to Carlos, eager to see where this newfound connection might lead.

"Thanks for waiting," you said with a smile, walking back toward him. "So, how about another lesson? I think I could use a bit more of your expert guidance," you added, hoping to prolong your time together.

Carlos grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I'd be happy to help. Let's see if we can make that swing even better." He stepped closer, his hand gently resting on your back as he adjusted your stance once more.

"Remember, it's all about the rhythm and feeling comfortable."

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As you were closing up the pro shop, Carlos approached the desk. "Y/N, I was wondering if you'd like to join me for dinner tonight?" he asked, a nervous edge to his voice.

"But what about your family dinner?" you asked, your voice tinged with concern.

Carlos smiled, his eyes twinkling with reassurance. "We can go after it, if you want to. My family gatherings usually wrap up pretty early."

You hesitated for a moment, weighing the excitement of spending more time with him against the potential intrusion on his family plans. But his earnest expression melted your doubts.

"Alright, that sounds perfect," you agreed, feeling a rush of anticipation.

"Great! I'll pick you up around eight?" Carlos suggested, his face lighting up with relief and joy.

"Eight it is," you confirmed, your heart fluttering at the prospect of what the evening might bring.

As you both exchanged smiles and phone numbers, you couldn't help but feel that this was just the beginning of something wonderful.

The dress Mariah brought was a stunning crimson red, the color of a ripe pomegranate. As soon as you held it up, you could tell it was made of the finest silk, the fabric flowing through your fingers like liquid fire.

"Mariah, this dress is absolutely gorgeous!" you exclaimed, your eyes wide with delight. "I can't believe you found something this beautiful on such short notice."

"I know you, girl," Mariah said with a wink. "I knew you needed something special, so I went straight to my favorite boutique. As soon as I saw this dress, I knew it had your name written all over it."

Holding the dress up to your body, you admired the way the deep v-neckline would accentuate your collarbones, and the way the fitted bodice would hug your curves in all the right places. The skirt flowed out in elegant pleats, promising to move with grace and fluidity as you walked.

"It's perfect, Mariah. Absolutely perfect. Help me try it on?" you asked, already shimmying out of your clothes in anticipation.

Mariah helped you carefully slip the dress over your head, the cool silk gliding effortlessly against your skin. You felt a slight shiver as the fabric settled around your shoulders, and Mariah expertly adjusted the straps to ensure a perfect fit.

As you turned to face the mirror, you marveled at how the dress seemed to transform you, its rich color and elegant design highlighting your best features.

Mariah's eyes sparkled with pride and excitement as she took a step back to admire you.

"Oh my goodness, you look absolutely stunning!" she gasped, her smile widening. "This dress was made for you; Carlos won't be able to take his eyes off you tonight!"

"Do you really think so?" you asked, your cheeks flushing with a mixture of excitement and nerves.

"Absolutely," Mariah reassured you. "Trust me, when Carlos sees you in this dress, he's going to be speechless. Now, let's finish getting you ready—hair and makeup next!"

You heard a knock on your door and jumped, your heart racing as you glanced at the clock. Mariah had already left after doing your makeup and hair, leaving you to savor the final moments before the big night.

You took a deep breath, smoothing down the skirt of your dress one last time before opening the door.

Carlos stood there, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of you. "Wow," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "You look... incredible."

You felt your cheeks flush again as you smiled shyly. "Thank you, Carlos. You look pretty dashing yourself."

He offered you his arm, his gaze never leaving yours. "Shall we?" he asked, his voice warm and inviting. "Let's," you replied, feeling a surge of confidence and excitement as you stepped out into the evening, ready to dazzle the night away.

That evening, you two met at a cozy Spanish restaurant not far from the golf course. As you sipped on sangria and shared tapas, the conversation flowed easily.

Carlos was genuinely interested in learning more about you - your background, your hobbies, your dreams.

"So what brought you to work at the golf course?" he asked, popping an olive in his mouth.

"Well, I've always loved the sport, and the job allows me to be outdoors and interact with people. Plus, the members are so friendly," you replied, glancing up at him through your lashes.

Carlos nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. The course has never looked better, thanks in no small part to you."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at his compliment. "You're very kind. And how about you? What do you enjoy most about golf?"

"The peace and quiet, the challenge of the game... and the lovely company you get to keep these days," he said, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

We talked late into the night, losing track of time. You were captivated by Carlos' charm, his passion for racing, and his genuine interest in you.

As you said your goodbyes in front of your door, he gently took your hand, sending a warm, tingling sensation up your arm.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, and a sense of calm contentment washed over you. The evening had been perfect, filled with laughter, meaningful conversations, and an undeniable connection that seemed to grow with each passing moment.

You felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness, wondering what the future might hold for you two. Carlos leaned in slightly, his eyes searching yours as if he was trying to memorize every detail of this moment.

"I had a wonderful time tonight," he said softly, his voice rich with sincerity. "I hope we can do this again soon."

You nodded, unable to suppress the smile that spread across your face. "I’d like that very much," You replied, feeling a sense of warmth and anticipation as you two lingered in the middle of the corridor.

From that night on, Carlos and you grew closer, our budding romance blossoming amidst the lush greens of the golf course. You had never expected to find such a connection with this famous Formula 1 driver, but every moment spent with him felt natural and effortless.

Our future was uncertain, but one thing was clear - you were falling for Carlos Sainz, and falling hard. . . .

You and Carlos had been dating for a few months, but you finally decided to go public with your relationship. As soon as you did, you became everyone's favorite WAG.

People were captivated by the way you and Carlos would talk in Spanish to each other, often leaving the others around you confused and wondering what you were saying.

"Me encanta cómo podemos hablar en español y nadie sabe de qué estamos hablando.," you said to Carlos one day, giggling. I love how we can just speak in Spanish and nobody knows what we're talking about.

"Yo también," Carlos replied with a smile. "Es nuestro pequeño lenguaje secreto." Me too. It's our own little secret language.

The two of you also had a tendency to judge people from afar, casting subtle glances and whispering comments to each other.

"¿Viste cómo estaba vestida?" you whispered to Carlos, raising an eyebrow. Did you see the way she was dressed?

"Horrible," Carlos scoffed. "Ella no tiene ningún sentido de la moda." She has no fashion sense at all.

Both of your friends would just shake their heads, used to your antics by now. But they couldn't help but be charmed by the way you and Carlos were so in sync, so clearly infatuated with each other.

"They're just so cute together," Mariah said wistfully. "I wish I had what they have."

"I'm right here," Her boyfriend says, carrying her bags and sighing at her disappointment.

You and Carlos would just smile knowingly at each other, happy to be in your own little world, unaffected by the attention you were receiving.

Your relationship was the envy of many, and you wouldn't have it any other way. . . .

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During summer break of F1, you, Carlos, Lando, and Carlos Sr decided to embark on a fun-filled adventure to the local golf course.

You, who had recently taken a break from your job, was determined to make the most of your time with Carlos. Armed with golf carts, the four of you embarked on a journey to the greens.

As you all arrived, the golf course was bustling with activity. The lush green landscape stretched out before them, dotted with pristine fairways and shining bunkers.

You all parked their carts side by side, ready to embark on a day of golfing camaraderie.

Excited by their newfound freedom, Carlos and Lando couldn't resist the temptation to showcase their competitive spirits.

Without even waiting for Carlos' dad to finish settling into your shared cart, they spontaneously decided to have a race with their carts. Their eagerness was palpable as they revved their engines and took off down the fairway.

As they raced, Carlos and Lando zoomed past unsuspecting golfers, eliciting a mix of cheers and startled gasps.

Their reckless behavior quickly caught the attention of others.

"Carlos, Lando, slow down before you two idiots flip those carts!" You yelled, your heart racing as you watched them careening down the golf course, their competitive spirits in full display.

However, your pleas went unheeded, as the boys' competitive spirits clouded their judgment.

Frustrated by their reckless antics, Carlos' dad turned his attention to you.

Carlos' dad turned to you, his brow furrowed. "Do you really care for my son, or is this just some passing fancy?" he pressed, his tone laced with skepticism.

You took a deep breath, feeling the frustration build within you. "Of course I care for him, more than you could ever know,"

You replied, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Carlos is the most important person in my life. He makes me laugh when I'm down, he challenges me to be a better person, and his smile lights up my world. I love the way he scrunches up his nose when he's concentrating, and the way he always remembers the little things that mean so much to me."

Your speed increased as you spoke, the golf cart practically flying down the course. "He's my best friend, my confidante, my partner in crime. When I'm with him, I feel alive, like I can take on the world. He's the one person who truly understands me, who sees me for who I am, flaws and all, and loves me anyway."

You pulled the cart to a perfect stop in front of Carlos and Lando, who had finally slowed down. Carlos' dad stared at you, his eyes wide with surprise and, perhaps, a newfound respect.

"I love your son, more than anything," You concluded, your voice soft but unwavering. "He's the most important person in my life, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep him safe, even if it means yelling at a couple of reckless idiots on a golf course."

"Eres tan malo como mi hijo, una pareja hecha en el cielo." Carlos' dad said with a smirk as he slowly got off the golf cart. You're as bad as my son, a match made in heaven.

The tension seemed to ease slightly as he approached you, his stern demeanor softening.

"I see that you care deeply for him, and maybe, just maybe, that's exactly what he needs. Someone who isn't afraid to stand up to him, even when he's being a complete fool."

You let out a relieved sigh, grateful for his understanding. "I promise, I'll always look out for him, even if it means being the voice of reason when he's not thinking straight," you said, meeting his gaze firmly.

Carlos' dad nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, then I suppose I can't ask for more than that. Just remember, love isn't always smooth sailing, especially with someone as headstrong as Carlos. But if you can weather the storms together, you'll come out stronger on the other side."

"Thank you, sir," you replied earnestly, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "I understand that loving someone like Carlos won't always be easy, but I'm committed to facing whatever comes our way. He means the world to me, and I'll do everything in my power to make sure he knows that every single day."

Carlos' dad placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, his eyes softening further. "That's all I needed to hear. Just keep being there for him, and don't be afraid to push him when he needs it. He's lucky to have someone as dedicated as you by his side."

With that, he turned to join Carlos and Lando, leaving you with a renewed sense of determination and a heart full of hope.

You sighed, trying to relax before getting off the golf cart and bringing the golf bags along with you. The weight of the bags felt lighter somehow, perhaps a reflection of the newfound understanding you shared with Carlos’ dad.

As you walked towards Carlos and Lando, you couldn't help but smile, feeling more confident in your place within this tight-knit family.

Carlos looked up as you approached, his eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of concern.

"Everything okay?" he asked, glancing between you and his dad. You nodded, setting the golf bags down gently. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just had a little chat with your dad," you said, your voice steady.

Carlos' expression softened, and he reached out to take your hand. "I’m glad," he murmured, squeezing your hand gently. "And thank you, for everything."

An overwhelming sense of warmth and contentment washed over you as Carlos' gratitude echoed in your ears. You felt a deep connection solidify between you, knowing that your commitment and love were reciprocated.

In that moment, you realized just how much you cherished being a part of his life, and you silently vowed to stand by him through whatever challenges lay ahead.

"Now let's go destroy Lando in golf," you said with a playful grin, trying to lighten the mood. Carlos chuckled, the tension in his shoulders easing as he glanced over at Lando.

"Hey! I heard that!" Lando yelled from a few yards away, feigning offense but unable to hide the smile tugging at his lips. He walked over to join you both, slinging an arm around Carlos' shoulders. "You know, I wasn't planning on going easy on either of you, right?"

Carlos laughed, glancing between you and Lando. "Well, bring it on then. We're ready for the challenge." You nodded in agreement, feeling a renewed sense of camaraderie as you all headed towards the first hole.

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the course, and for the first time in a while, you felt completely at ease, surrounded by friends and the love that had become so precious to you.

As soon as Lando missed the hole and lost the game, a triumphant cheer erupted from both you and Carlos. Without a moment’s hesitation, you found yourself running into Carlos' arms, the exhilaration of victory coursing through you.

Carlos lifted you off the ground in a joyous embrace, spinning you around as your laughter filled the air.

The bond you shared felt even stronger now, forged not just through love but through shared moments of triumph and joy.

Meanwhile, Lando stood a few paces away, trying—and failing—to hide his disappointment. "Oh, come on, you two! No need to rub it in," he called out, though the twinkle in his eyes betrayed his amusement.

Carlos set you down gently before kissing you, his lips warm and reassuring against yours. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that perfect moment.

When you finally pulled back, you saw a mixture of happiness and determination in his eyes, a promise of many more shared victories to come.

"We make a pretty good team, don’t we?" he whispered, his forehead resting against yours. You nodded, feeling the truth of his words resonate deep within you.

With Carlos by your side, every challenge seemed surmountable, every moment more meaningful.

Lando, still feigning annoyance, walked up and clapped both of you on the back. "Alright, lovebirds, let's see if you can keep that winning streak going," he teased, his smile widening.

As you all moved on to the next hole, the playful banter and shared laughter reminded you just how lucky you were to have such incredible people in your life. . . .

[beansprean]

You know they would be the most annoying couple ever.

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: Colored doodle dump of Guillermo and Nandor canoodling on a mottled blue background. 1. They lean closely together in profile, noses touching, Nandor in his fancy red coat with the fur collar and Guillermo in a cream shirt and green vest. Nandor reaches a hand up to stroke Guillermo's cheek with the back of his hand as if trying to nudge him into position to kiss. Guillermo smiles teasingly at Nandor, eyes hooded, and Nandor grins back with a similar expression, head tilted for optimal smoochery. 2. Close up in profile as they kiss softly, mouths gently opening into the contact. Guillermo, wearing a white collared shirt with blue stripes, has one hand tucked under Nandor's jawline, sliding a lock of his hair through his fingers. Nandor, wearing an orange diamond-patterned overcoat with furred sleeves, has the front of Guillermo's shirt gripped in his right fist. 2. Close up in profile as they kiss, Guillermo's mouth pursed and pressed solidly against Nandor's as Nandor's lips close around Guillermo's bottom lip. Guillermo, wearing a white shirt and dark gray vest, has his right hand planted on the back of Nandor's head, pulling him in. Nandor, wearing his sleeveless leather tunic over a dark red shirt, has his right hand resting delicately against Guillermo's cheek. 4. Hips up of them laying together in a cuddle. Guillermo is on his back in khaki chinos and a teal and red patterned cardigan; Nandor, wearing a brown and gold patterned tunic over a brown shirt, dark trousers, and boots, is pressed against Guillermo's side with his left leg slung up over his hips and his left hand pressed to his chest. Their faces are turned together and leaning close, noses brushing, Guillermo's hand on Nandor's cheek. Nandor's right hand, propped above them, yoinks Guillermo's glasses off his face and dangles them teasingly. Guillermo jerks his head up in surprise, breaking their eye contact to look up, mouth open in a laugh. Nandor continues staring at Guillermo with a soft, affectionate smile. /end ID

[princesskaulitz]

Can you do Bill fluff? ( Fem reader please!) I don't mind the era!

pillow fort

✮ bill kaulitz fluff

✮ bill x fem! reader, fluff, 2005 bill

✮ conclusion: you’re his new neighbor and he really likes you. (i didn’t proofread but i don’t think there’s many errors anyways)

✮ A/N: tysm for requesting 🥰 I hope you guys like this. this is my first long fluff so i really hope it’s not ass.

you’re the new girl in bill’s neighborhood. he lives right across the street from you. his mom and your mom became friends really quickly when his mom brought over some desserts as a welcome gift to your family. his mom and your mom got to talking and found they actually have a lot in common with one another and they wanted the twins and you to meet.

when you first met the twins, you thought bill was adorable. he had such a contagious smile and a soothing voice. tom was really chill and funny.

bill thought you were beautiful and he was super shy with you. tom could tell that bill was attracted to you, he just hoped that his shy brother would actually make a move on you.

your moms decided to go on a mall trip that weekend and offered you and the twins to go.

you sat in the backseat of the car between them. bill loved the close proximity. the way your thigh was touching his. sure there was plenty of room for him to move his thigh but he didn’t want to. he also loved the way he could smell your perfume and your shampoo. you looked over at him and admired him. you loved his makeup, his eyebrow piercing, his nose, his lips, his jawline. he could feel your eyes on him and he tried not to blush.

throughout this mall trip, tom was the one doing all the talking and he was desperately trying to get bill close to you. growing up, he’s always watched bill wait for girls to make the first move, being too shy but he wanted bill to be the one to do it this time. whenever your back was turned, tom would push bill closer to you, receiving a warning look from bill each time.

at this point, tom figured the best thing to do would be to do just disappear unnoticed, leaving you and bill alone.

bill tuned around and noticed tom was gone. “where is tom?” he asked. you stopped and looked around “hm… i don’t know. maybe he went to the bathroom?” you replied. bill tried to text tom, only receiving a “just talk to her, learn to loosen up” in response. “damn it” bill cursed under his breath. bill wanted to burst. how could tom just leave him in the dust like this? without tom, he worried he’d make things awkward.

but that wasn’t what happened at all. you guys went into stores together and learned what kinds of things each other liked, what you guys had in common and this is what loosened him up a little and you guys clicked almost instantly. he was helping you pick out clothes and you two wound up playing that one game where one person walks along the clothing racks, running their hand along the clothes and when the other person says stop, that’s the piece of clothing the person has to try on and you’d do that for the whole outfit.

you dared bill to do it in the women’s clothing and he wound up in a skirt, a blouse that looked like something an old lady would wear to church and a sun hat. you both giggled and laughed and he was too embarrassed to come out of the dressing room. he dared you to do the same thing in the men’s clothing and you wound up in some tan khaki shorts that were like baggy jeans on you, a pain white t-shirt and a leather jacket that looked like the one michael jackson wore in his thriller music video.

after that, you two went and got ice cream and reviewed the ridiculous pictures you took of each other in your stupid outfits.

you eventually joined back with tom and your mom’s. you and bill were in your own world together, just yapping, never seeming to shut up, just when tom thought you two would finally shut up, bill opened his mouth again, opening discussion of some other random topic like music or food. he wasn’t annoyed though. he just smiled.

by the time you two got home, you didn’t want to depart from each other. you guys asked and your mom let you and bill have a sleepover. you guys stayed in the living room and made a pillow fort out of the couch cushions and throw blankets, of course while hitting each other with pillows and cussing playfully at each other, even throwing snacks at each other, bill laughed when he smacked you in the forehead with a twizler. you jumped on bill, wrapping a blanket around him and it sent you both plummeting to the floor with laugher. he blushed at the way your arms wrapped around him and how you landed on him.

all your fun and games were ruined however by your mom telling you both it was time to quiet and wind down, telling you guys to clean up your food mess, saying you and bill had it looking like “toddler lunch time at a daycare.”

you guys turned off all the lights and crawled into your pillow fort, you used your old pillow pet that projected stars for light.

bill and you sat in silence for a moment as you looked up at the make shift stars.

“so you don’t have a boyfriend right?”

“no. why do you ask?”

“just wondering… i think you’re super cute and i’d be disappointed if you had a boyfriend.”

you smiled and blushed. bill turned to you, propping himself up on his arm, a hint of a mischievous smile playing on his soft lips.

“have you ever kissed a boy?”

you were embarrassed to admit it “….no”

bill’s smile widened. “do you know how?”

“well… i’m not sure.”

“…want me to teach you?” he absolutely thought he was the shit right now. tom would be so proud of him right now.

you smiled. “yeah… teach me some tricks.”

his shy blush creeped up his cheeks again. he could try and be as bold and sassy as he wanted to but he’ll always be a shy, soft boy at heart and though his demeanor was bold, his lips and touch were gentle. his hand rested on the side of your face as his lips moved in sync with yours.

you were stunned to feel his tongue sneak into your mouth. you made out for what felt like forever, until your tongues were sore and your lips were numb, your tongue toyed with his tongue piercing, his hand gently tangled in your hair before it traveled along your shoulder, down your arm, gently squeezing it. you pulled away from each other but your gaze on each other’s eyes didn’t pull away. “wow” bill breathed out, a pink blush on his pale cheeks.

“actually…. i do have a boyfriend”

bills face faltered. “what?”

“you’re my boyfriend”

he punched you on the arm. “ow!”

“don’t do that, i thought i was going to shit my stomach out.”

“don’t punch me you punk!” you started punching him back, earning laughs from him as he fought back. he pinned you down and started tickling you, you screamed and thrashed around, ruining your guys pillow fort.

you both wound up just sleeping on top of the pile of pillows and blankets, cuddling. he spooned you, his face buried in your hair, your legs tangled together, his breath on the back of your ear while you held his hand close to your chest.

he couldn’t wait to talk tom’s ear off about all this.

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Illicit Affairs & Clandestine Meetings - Jake Seresin x Reader

pairing: Lt. Jake Seresin x reader

warnings/content: minors dni below the cut / oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, swearing, p in v, dom!jake, dirty talk, little bit of degradation.

word count: 1.7k

You squinted your eyes shut as the cold water splashed across you face. You had to be insane, right? You weren’t sure what the hell you were about to get yourself into. This whole fling had started when you met Lieutenant Jake Seresin in a bar a few short months ago, it started as a one night ordeal, and then it became follow-up text messages, which turned into becoming friends with benefits. The craziest part, was when Jake insisted on sneaking you on base to have a little fun. 

“Come on, babe, it’ll be fine. No one’ll know, and we’ll only get in trouble if we get caught. We just gotta avoid my crew, Rooster’ll never let me hear the end of it if he thinks I’ve settled my ass down.”  He’d assured you when he first proposed the idea, to which you protested heavily. 

You patted your face dry, taking a deep breath before getting ready. Pulling out a lace, lilac coloured bodysuit and your black strappy heels, you picked your tight black skirt off the bed and proceeded to get changed. Jake wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours, and the two of you hadn’t seen one another in a while, with him having been deployed for a mission a couple of weeks ago, having just returned this morning. He was getting ready to leave again in a couple days, but you decided to meet with him and give him what he wanted as a proper send-off before he prepared to spend weeks, maybe even months on an aircraft carrier in the middle of the Pacific. 

Just then, you heard your phone ping on the dresser. You walked over to it, biting your lip as you checked it.

Hey beautiful, can’t wait to see you.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you read the message, feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach as you headed out to your car. The drive to the base was quiet, with little traffic on the road for this time of evening. The sun was beginning to set, soft shades of pink, orange and gold brushed across the sky. You pulled up and waited for Jake to meet you outside, as he’d promised. 

You spotted Jake in his khaki coloured uniform and blushed at the sight of him. He  ushering you in quickly so that no one would see the two of you together. You both liked the secrecy of your relationship. It kept you living on your toes, despite there not being much of a need for secrecy, apart from the teasing Jake might face from his colleagues if they found out that the resident playboy had a long-term fling with someone. 

Jake grabbed you by the waist, pulling your body in close to his. He pressed his lips to yours, in a passionate, steaming kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck slowly. He slowly began to move his lips along your jawline, his soft, deep kisses sending tingles down your spine as he worked his way up to your ear. 

Taking your earlobe between his lips, he tugged at it gently, nipping at your skin with his teeth slowly. He leaned forward slightly, whispering as he pressed his hips as close against yours as possible, the crotch of his dress pants resting on your body.

“You’re all mine tonight, you know that?” he hissed into your ear, grinning as he slid a hand down your chest. He rested his palm on your breast, just over the lace of your bodysuit. His eyes skimmed over you, and he bit his lip as he took in the sight before him. You’d been apart for quite a while, and you’d hated that, but you knew that when you came back to one another, it’d be all worth it.

He leaned forward once again, this time squeezing your breast in his hand as he spoke softly in your ear.

“Look at you, my pretty little vixen. It’s like you were just waiting for me to come back and fuck you.”

You arched your back as he squeezed again, his lips pressing to the sweet spot of your neck as you groaned softly. Jake loved to tease, and you could tell that tonight would be no exception. 

He quickly spun you around, grabbing your waist as he pulled your body in closely again. He firmly pressed his hips forward into you from behind, and you could feel every inch of his hardened cock pressing against your backside. You groaned softly again as his hand snaked its way to your front, his fingertips sliding down the front of your skirt.

Your back arched against Jake’s body as he unclipped the bottom of your bodysuit, the pads of his fingers gently brushing against your clit. He pressed your bodies as close together as possible, his dick squared up against the small of your back as you felt his touch. 

You moaned out in pleasure as his fingers started tracing circles over your clit, his lips sucking hungrily at your neck as he heard you moan. He nipped at the sensitive skin at your shoulder as he slid his index and pointer finger inside of you, feeling your wetness soaking him as he began to pump them forward towards your spot.

“Jake” you whined out.

Your legs began to shake as his fingers moved quicker - pumping in and out as they hit your g-spot each time. 

“Do you like that, baby girl?” he whispered in your ear as you felt yourself getting close.

You nodded your head, whining again as you felt him pull his fingers out of you. You bit your lip as he guided you over to the bed, his hand resting on your back as you got onto all fours on the mattress. 

You began to slowly run your fingers over yourself as Jake stripped out of his pants. You knew exactly what was about to happen, and the thought of it alone was almost enough to push you over the edge.

He dragged your skirt off of your body, and you carefully lifted the bodysuit off over your head, before getting on all fours again. He gently ran his tip along your wetness, grunting slightly as he felt how turned on you were for him. You knew it was driving him wild by this point.

His hardened cock thrusted into you suddenly, and you felt your body tense as his full size filled you. You groaned out, loving the pain and pleasure combined here. Jake paused for you to adjust to his size, letting you take all of him in at once. When you were ready, he slowly began to thrust his hips forward, pushing himself in and out of your body.

“You feel so fucking good on me, baby girl.” you heard him hiss as he thrusted into you with full force. 

You felt yourself tighten around him, his cock filling you completely as you moaned out in pleasure. You were so close, and you knew he wasn’t going to just give up now - Jake liked to prolong things as much as possible. He was such a tease when it came to sex, he loved to make you scream, you knew tonight would be no different.

He began to grunt as he placed a hand on the small of your back to steady himself as his movements remained hard and fast inside of you - his hand reached out to grab your hair, tugging on it, pulling your head back as he pumped his dick into you. 

Your legs began to shudder as you came, your cum filling in around his dick as you tightened on him. You tried to scream out his name, but were cut off by the moans that were falling from your lips.

Jake threw his head back, grunting as his thrusts became sloppy, his rhythm breaking as he groaned your name out. He was so close, and you could feel yourself coming down from your high.

“Jake,” you whined, “baby, please cum in me.” you pleaded.

He grunted again as he began to thrust hard into you again, pounding your spot quickly as he went, determined to make you orgasm once more before he let himself go. You groaned in pain as he tugged at your hair again, your body throbbing at how hard he was pounding into you, but you loved it.

You loved every ounce of pain you felt with him, every minute of pleasure, the bite marks, the throbbing, aching feeling when you missed him, everything was so worth it when you were reunited again. It was like you would have him with you wherever, and those little reminders were making it so hard to not want him all the time.

“Jake, fuck!” you screamed as you felt yourself hitting the edge again. 

This time he stared at you as he thrusted, your eyes meeting as he spoke, his voice low as he panted.

“Cum for me again, babygirl.”

You moved your hips in time with his, your hand running down to circle your clit as you pushed yourself to the breaking point. You felt him twitch inside of you as he came, his cum filling you as you groaned loudly. He grinned as he slowed his movements, the two of you panting, trying to catch your breath as you finished.

He slowly pulled out of you, making you groan again as he did. You were about turn onto your back, when you felt Jake’s tongue lapping at your centre, licking up your juices as he finished you off.

You gripped the sheets tightly in your hands, unsure of how much longer your legs would support you, they quivered as his tongue ran up and down you, a loud sigh escaping your lips as he pulled away with a final lick.

“Fuck, tastes so good, beautiful.” he grinned at you.

You turned onto your back carefully, your body finally collapsing onto the bed in pleasure as you sighed. As you caught your breath, you noticed Jake come and lay beside you, a grin on his perfectly sunkissed face, his blonde hair a tousled mess as he laughed and laid his head on the pillow.

“You know, I think I could get used to this,” he shrugged his shoulders, a smirk forming on his lips as he looked at you.

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

blurb/headcanon on spence reacting to reader asking if she can go down on him for the first time and he’s all handsy and moaning 🙏🏽

of course he would be so hot too 😙😵‍💫😖 they last line so cringey don't forgive me pls y'all

obviously 18+

Spencer walks back from his small kitchen, finding Y/N sitting on the couch with her legs crossed. He sets the tea he made them on the coffee table as he sits down next to her on the couch.

“How about that movie you like,” Spencer suggests, “I can make us some popcorn if you’d like.”

“I don’t feel like a movie, Spence.” She says, sliding her hand across his thigh and squeezing slightly.

Spencer takes a deep breath, focusing on the steam that rises from his cup of tea as Y/N’s soft hands touch his khaki-covered leg. He can smell her sweet, peachy perfume and it’s intoxicating.

“So a documentary then?” Spencer asks, his voice a squeak of nerves and anxiety.

“Nope.” Y/N says, shaking her head with a proud glint in her eyes. “It’s totally up to you, but I was thinking maybe I could try to go down on you?”

Spencer’s hands clutches the mug as he flinches at Y/N suggestion, “you mean you’re going to….that you want to, suck me off?” He confirms, gulping as he watches his girlfriend’s eyes flicker from his face to the tent forming in his pants.

“If you want, baby.” Y/N reassures, taking her hand off Spencer completely. He whines at the lack of touch, unabashed and unashamed at how much he needs her.

“I want you to,” Spencer mumbles, licking his lips, “I really want you to.”

“Okay, baby.” Y/N says. “I want to make you feel so good.” She kisses Spencer’s jawline, marveling as he whimpers at the feeling.

Spencer's hands cling to Y/N's top, slipping underneath so his fingertips brush against her bare skin. It's like electric shocks are sent down his spine as Y/N continues to kiss and nip and lick at his lips. He can hardly contain his pleasure as she sinks her teeth into his skin, pulling slightly in hopes of leaving a mark. Spencer could only imagine in his mind's eye what the mark would look like. He made a mental note to try one himself on her, maybe he'd leave a plethora of marks littered against her collarbone, or in between her breast....

"Spence," Y/N calls out, lightly kissing his forehead, "Are you okay with it still?" she asks again, clearly wanting to make sure he was equally as on board, "We don't have to you know. I love sitting in your lap and making out. It's fun."

"No-no," Spencer says, a little too eagerly, "I want you to." He confirms with a slight nod of his head.

"Use your words, baby," Y/N instructs, "I need you hear you beg for it first."

Spencer huffs out a breath of shaky air that's halfway between a sigh and a chuckle. She really knows exactly how to be the death of him. Y/N continues to kiss down his neck, teeth skimming around a particular patch of sensitive skin. She grinds her hips into Spencer's lap, her moan caught by Spencer's lips as he tugs her head closer to his mouth.

They separate. And Spencer, gathering whatever semblance of courage that remains says, "I want you to suck me off. Please. I need it so bad, Y/N. I need you so bad angel. I want to feel you there. I want to feel you on my cock."

With a glint in her eye that maybe seen as evil, Y/N nods, kissing Spencer for the last time on his cheek as she sinks down to her knees. She swats Spencer's hands away that attempt to undo his belt, wanting to do it herself. He obliges, deciding that it's probably for the best if he focuses on his breathing.

Her fingers are quick and nimble as they work his pants and belt off. He whimpers as Y/N's fingers cast soft, almost painful touches against his cock. She giggles with pride, the sound making Spencer whimper with anticipation.

"Oh I knew you were going to big, Spence." Y/N comments, her index finger dragging up and down along Spencer's light colored happy trail. He whines at the feeling and her words that bring out a hot pink blush to his cheeks.

"Shit, Y/N." Spencer curses, "You better do something fast or this is going to be very underwhelming for you."

"Oh please," Y/N says rolling her eyes, "You don't know how hot you are, Spence. Can I show you how hot you are?"

"Please," Spencer whines, biting his bottom lip as Y/N slips him from out of his underwear, "Fucking hell, Y/N."

Y/N drags her finger from the tip of his cock to the base, making Spencer groan deeply. He desperately wants to close his eyes, but it's an impossible thought when Y/N is looking as pretty as she is on her knees for him.

"I'm going to take you into my mouth now, sweetheart." Y/N reminds him. "And don't even think about being quiet about it. I have to be able to know if you're enjoying yourself."

"Yes, yes," Spencer agrees, hands tugging at the throw blanket that's neglected on the couch. "Just please do something."

She takes him into her mouth and it's warm and soft. He adjusts to the foreign feeling, unsure what to make of the sensation at first. It's soon when he decides that he likes it. Groaning, Spencer brings his hands instinctively to the back of her head, but drops them immediately when he realizes when he's about to do.

"Oh shit, sorry, sweetheart." Spencer apologizes, "I didn't mean to try to-"

Wordlessly, Y/N places her hand against his hand. She adjusts it to rest against the back of her head. Spencer's wanton moans sparks a slight smile from Y/N. She bobs her head up and down, eyes meeting Spencer's in the low, warm apartment lighting.

Spencer bites down on his bottom lip, desperately attempting to conceal his pleasure. He feels the softness of her tongue against his sensitive skin and the slight sharpness of her teeth against him. Spencer's almost too lost in his own mind, his own pleasure to hear the sounds coming from Y/N. He decides to focus in on the soft hums that almost sound pleasant if it were not for the erotic display of his girlfriend before him.

"Holy shit...Y/N," Spencer whines, grabbing the throw pillow and tossing it over his face, "You're going to be the death of me."

The satisfaction is pulled out from under him and Spencer quickly rips the pillow from obscuring his face. He gives Y/N a quizzical look, unsure what she's up to, but ready for whatever it is.

"None of that, lovey. Uncover your face, I want to see you and hear you. You’re so pretty, Spencer. Don’t hide that away from me, sweet boy.” Y/N chants. She dances her fingers across Spencer’s thighs, making him squirm under her equally potent touch and gaze.

“Sorry,” Spencer apologizes, the blush that spreads across his nose reaches his ears. “It’s just you’re so perfect. I honestly can’t believe it.”

“You’re a sweet talker, baby. So much so, I’ll let you choose how you want to finish.” Y/N offers, lazily stroking Spencer with her hand. She rubs her thumb across his tip, smiling with mirth as his jaw falls open. “What did we say about words, Spencer.”

“I need to use them,” Spencer gulps, closing his eyes in frustration, “Can I, uh, it’s just I don’t want you feel like…used?”

The words hang in the air between them, punctured by the occasional whimper or whine from Spencer, who’s well aware of just how close to finishing he his.

“I’m offering, Spence. And if I could make a suggestion—”

“—Please” Spencer interrupts, desperately rutting his hips into the air needing more contact from Y/N.

“Why don’t you finish on my tits. I think you’d like that, baby?” She suggests, a gleeful glint settling in her eyes as she looks up at Spencer, “Mark me up so I know who I belong to?”

“Fucking hell, Y/N,” Spencer mutters, “Please go faster, it too good, angel."

Sputtering with impatience, Spencer bites his lip. Y/N looks up and sees that it's red with irritation. She wants nothing more but to reach up and kiss the utterly stupid look of bliss and pleasure off his face.

He hums contently as his head bangs against the wall. His fists are anchored to Y/N's hair, knotting it messily in the process. He can't help but feel a deep urge to wash away all the tangled and knots in a scalding hot shower with her lavender soap later and maybe she'll put on a shirt of his and drift off asleep with her head resting on his rising and falling chest....

"That's it, Spence. I can feel how close you are, baby." Y/N encourages as sheds her top, revealing a lacy bra. He splatters over Y/N's chest painting her messily as he mutters curses at the sight under his breath.

"That was..." Spencer pants, breathless as he feels his heart rate return to a normal pace, "better than I fantasized about." He confesses, realizing what had just happened between them and hauling Y/N to his lap to feel her body against his.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Spence," Y/N chuckled, practically simpering when Spencer plants a kiss on her forehead, "Sorry, I got a little carried away there."

"I should be the one apologizing. And you offering to return the favor," Spencer says, cheeks turning crimson at the very thought of tasting her like she touched him. "If you're cool with all that, of course." He adds, feeling the need to continue.

"Maybe later. I'm tired. And feeling a little...uh sticky. It's not very comfortable," Y/N confesses, "maybe you can wash me off. In the bath, I have a fancy new Myer lemon and Lavender oil I've been dying to try."

"Sounds like a plan," Spencer says, standing as Y/N slips off his lap. He connects their hands together not wanting to part as she leads him into the bathroom.

"And uh, thanks," Spencer blushes, unsure if thanks is even appropriate, "for you know that and I don't know, liking me I suppose. I know it's a weird think to thank someone for but I feel like I should. Because I like you and I like that you like me like that. I might even love it. And you. And it's not just that I have a crap ton of happy chemicals flying around my brain right now, even though I do, but I just feel like I should say it."

Y/N smiles and it's like everything in the room comes to a halt. "You better get me cleaned fast, Spence. Because I would really rather not be covered in your come the first time I say I love you back,"

[ereardon]

Friends Don't || Chapter 3

Summary: Bob Floyd has been your best friend for almost a decade, ever since he quietly agreed to tutor you in college. The two of you have spent years chasing each other around the globe – Bob as a WSO, you as a travel blogger. You’ve always been the anywhere-but-here girl, and he’s been your rock. But when a surprise diagnosis threatens to crumble your picture-perfect life, you’re on the first flight back to San Diego, desperate to put down roots for the first time. Will Bob finally have it in him to admit that you could be the love of his life? What will he say when he finds out the secret you’ve been skillfully hiding from him? Or worse, what if he doesn’t find out until it’s too late? 

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x OC [Reid] 

Tropes: Friends to lovers

Warnings: Cursing, angst, alcohol

WC: 2.8K

Series masterlist here; previous chapter here; next chapter here

You met Denver when Bob got stationed at Lemoore. You had still been living in New Orleans, planning your move up to San Francisco, but it was taking a while because the magazine had you doing an Asia tour: Vietnam, Laos, Japan, Hong Kong, Singapore, Nepal. 

On your way back from Tokyo, you stopped in San Francisco to do some apartment hunting, before renting a car and driving down to Lemoore to visit Bob. 

He was still a newer member on the team; everyone but Denver had been there for years. They were a knit family, and he was the odd one out. But at least he had her. 

“You’re going to love her,” Bob said. He was teeming with excitement. Seeing him happy made you happy. You knew that he hadn’t quite fit in at Newport, his station before Lemoore. You knew that he desperately wanted to be part of a team. 

And he had found that with Denver. 

The bar was crowded. And hot. You were wearing a tiny tank top and a pair of denim shorts, not much of a going out outfit but Bob had insisted the two of you go straight to the bar so you could meet his friends. 

Bob weaved through the packed bar, his hand warm in yours, over toward one side of the curved wooden bar. You spotted the familiar khaki outfits that screamed military. Bob raised his free hand excitedly in a wave and you smiled up at him. 

“Hey guys,” he said, and a few of the khaki uniforms turned. Their eyes shamelessly rolled over you, and your hand in Bob’s, jaws going slack. 

“Floyd,” one of them, a classically attractive guy with a broad jawline, said. “Who’s the girl?” 

“Reid,” you said, sticking out one hand, keeping your left firmly in Bob’s. You shook his hand. 

“Harvard,” he said. 

You squinted. Another guy, even more ridiculously handsome, sidled up behind him. “I’m Fritz.”

You nodded. The other two were Omaha and Yale. The callsigns went in one ear and out the other. You were notoriously bad with names. 

And then you heard a small voice, like a delicate bird. “Stop drooling all over her, fuckheads. She’s way too hot for any of you.” 

All eyes turned to the right. A tiny redhead was making her way over to the group, her hands full of beer bottles. She handed one to Omaha and then another to Bob. Finally, her piercing green eyes landed on you and she smiled, holding out the remaining beer bottle. “You must be Sunny.” 

You grinned. “I am. You must be Denver.” 

“Sure hope so, otherwise I’m wearing someone else’s uniform.”

You laughed and took the beer, sipping it carefully. You watched Bob’s face light up as he spoke to the pilot. The casual way she put her hand on his forearm. How easy and light they were together. The way his eyes tracked her across the room. How she always brought him back into the conversation where he might have fallen out of it. 

For the rest of the night you snuck glances at the two of them. And for the first time you saw what Bob looked like when he was in love. 

“Hey.” Fritz approached you from your right, leaning against the wall where you had your butt pressed, staring out across the bar at Bob and Denver. 

“Hi,” you replied, taking a swig from the gin and tonic in your hand. You were tipsy, edging on drunk. 

Fritz followed your gaze. “They’re good together, don’t you think?” 

You nodded. “Yeah, they are. Never seen him like that before.” 

“Like what?” 

“So happy,” you replied. “Carefree.” The two of you watched as Bob laughed at something Denver said, her eyes sparkling as she faced him. 

“He looked pretty damn happy when he told us you were coming,” Fritz said. 

You shook your head. “Nothing like that.” 

Fritz moved slightly closer and you looked up at him with a smile. 

“Live nearby?” you asked. 

He grinned. “In fact, I do.” 

You took his hand, weaving through the crowd toward where Bob was standing near the bar next to Denver and Yale. “Bobby?” you said softly, raising a hand and pressing it to his upper arm. 

He turned around with a smile. “Hey Sunny, where’d you go?” 

You looked up at Fritz. “Just got another drink. I, uh, think we’re gonna head out. Can I call you tomorrow, get a ride back to your place?” 

He frowned. “Are you sure?” 

You felt Fritz’s hand slide into the back pocket of your jeans, fingers gripping the swell of your ass. “Yeah, I’m sure.” 

Bob looked between you and Fritz with narrowed eyes. “Sunny? Gonna ask you one more time, darlin’, are you sure?” 

You nodded then leaned up and kissed his cheek, letting your hand fall from his arm. “See you tomorrow, Bobby.” 

You let Fritz’s hand migrate to your low back, guiding you out of the bar and into the humid California night. You weren’t sure why, but it took everything you had not to turn around and take one last look at Bob before you walked out the door. 

Bob looked up at Denver with angry eyes. 

“I shouldn’t have let her go. She’s been here twelve hours, she has no idea where she is. Fritz is a goddamn stranger to her.”

“Reid can do what she wants, Floyd,” Denver said, leaning her small arm against the bar. “She’s a grown woman. Besides, Fritz is a puppy dog. You don’t have anything to worry about.” 

He shook his head. “I’m going after her.” He put his glass of seltzer down and started to walk toward the door when Denver grabbed him, yanking him back shockingly hard for such a small person. 

“Floyd! Snap out of it man. She isn’t yours.” 

“Yes, she is. She’s my responsibility, don’t you get that? I brought her here.”

Harvard shook his head. “Fuck, man, you’re down bad for her aren’t you?” 

Bob squinted his eyes. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Harvard laughed. “See, I always thought you had a thing for Denver over here. But apparently you’re just the nerd in love with the hot girl next door. And she ditched you the first chance she got.”

Bob felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his head. He lunged forward, but Denver grabbed his arm. “Come on, let’s get some air, Floyd.” 

He let her yank him out onto the back patio of the bar, anger already starting to pool in his stomach. 

“Is it because of Fritz, or is it because she left with anyone but you?”

Bob shook his head, taking a deep breath. “Please, Denver, just drop it.” 

“No. I won’t drop it. Tell me the truth. What is it about her that has you so wound up, ready to fucking combust?”

Bob sighed. “It’s just been me and Reid for a long time, OK? It’s a hard dynamic to change. That’s all, I promise.”

Her green eyes scanned his face. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you Robert?” she asked softly, stepping closer. 

Bob raised his eyes to hers. “No, Sarah. I wouldn’t lie to you.” 

She nodded, lips pursed in a tight line. The two of them stood side by side, leaning against the railing of the patio, staring off into the distance in silence.

***

You hadn’t meant for it to happen, but somehow you ended up hosting a pizza night at the house as a way to repay the team for helping to unbox all your stuff that had finally arrived from Brooklyn, along with all of the new items you had purchased that had shown up on the doorstep, much to Bob’s dismay. 

The two of you arrived home one night to no less than twenty boxes from Crate & Barrel on the front porch. Bob turned to you with wide eyes and you gave him a small shrug across the middle console of the car, hopping out to examine the boxes. 

“Sunny,” he said, exasperated. “I said yes to redecorating. But what on Earth? Did you buy the whole store or what?” 

“Hate to break it to you, honey,” you said, opening the door and scooting the nearest box inside. “But your house? Your stuff? It’s depressing.” 

“I’m offended,” he said, following after you with a box in his arms. 

“No you’re not,” you replied. “And if you are, you’ll get over it when you see how much cute shit I got for us.” 

Bob groaned, digging in his pocket. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Calling in backup,” he said, hitting a button and lifting the phone to his ear. “Rooster? Yeah, can you and Hangman and Phoenix come over? Bring Coyote. Reid bought all this stuff and we’re never going to be able to unload it all ourselves.” He paused, nodding. “Yeah, we’ll buy you guys dinner.” 

He clicked off the phone and you laughed, already headed to your room to change into athletic clothing. “Remember that you love me!” you called from down the hall. 

“How could I ever forget?” Bob replied, shaking his head and grabbing a box cutter from the top drawer in the kitchen. 

That was how you found yourself sitting on the floor in the middle of Bob’s kitchen unwrapping a set of Estelle colored wine glasses and handing them to Phoenix, who was carefully placing them in a cabinet. 

In the living room, Rooster and Hangman were fighting over the instructions for the media center that you had ordered, while Bob was chatting with Coyote as he built a coffee table. 

You handed a blue stemless wine glass to Phoenix who took it with a smile. “So, how are you liking San Diego?” 

You shrugged. “It’s alright. I like the beach nearby.” 

“Bob said you’ve lived all over the place.” 

You nodded. “Yeah, I’ve bounced around a lot. I did New Orleans, Seattle, Austin, SF, London, Barcelona. Most recently I was in Greenpoint.” 

Phoenix put one hand on her slim hip. “Can I ask you a question?” 

“Of course.” 

“Why here, then? Sounds like you’ve lived in the best cities in the US, maybe even the world. So why the hell would you want to move to San Diego?” 

You looked out over into the living room. “It’s the only place where I can see him every day.” 

Phoenix raised an eyebrow as you stood up from the floor, dusting off your knees with your hands. “Bradshaw is gonna ask you out. Even got a blessing from Floyd.” 

You turned to her. “Bob said yes?” 

She nodded. “Wasn’t too convincing, but he said Bradshaw was free to do whatever he liked. So just keep an eye out. He’s a good guy, Rooster. You could do worse.” 

You ducked down, opening a new box to reveal a set of ivory plates. “I’m not really looking to date right now.” 

“Anyone, or does that just apply to Rooster?”

“You two gossiping about me?” Bradley appeared in your field of vision, guzzling from a water bottle on the counter. He set it down and wiped his mouth, revealing a wide grin. 

You looked at Phoenix with panic and she cleared her throat. “Was just telling Reid here that you’re a sore loser because Hangman beat you at darts last week.” 

“Fuck, it was one time!” Rooster tossed his hands up and his genuine nature made you laugh. He dropped his hands and smiled. “Listen, Reid, if you’re not busy tomorrow, I’d love to take you to dinner.” 

You hesitated. What you had told Phoenix wasn’t a lie. You moved to San Diego to spend time with Bob. It wasn’t about a new crop of potential suitors. But the way that Bradley was smiling down at you, and the broadness of his shoulders, and the air in the kitchen, all had you nodding. “Sure,” you said softly. “I’d love to.” 

Bradley smiled so wide it threatened to split his face in half. “Great. I’ll pick you up here, say seven thirty?” 

You nodded. The rest of the night was spent unpacking boxes, you and Phoenix largely sequestered to the kitchen. Hangman and Rooster finally stopped yelling at each other long enough to get the black wood and cane media console set up and you watched with a grin as all four men argued about how exactly the tv should be set up. 

At the end of the night, you swept the empty pizza boxes into a trash bag and followed everyone out into the driveway to say goodbye, dumping the trash inside the can near the garage door. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said lightly to Bradley and he stepped closer, kissing your cheek softly.

“See you tomorrow Reid.” 

He walked away and you heard Jake huff to himself, muttering under his breath, “What does fucking Bradshaw have that I don’t?” 

You smirked to yourself, waving to Phoenix as she got in her truck, before heading back inside. In the kitchen, Bob was wiping down the counter, placing the last beer can in the recycling. 

“Good work tonight,” you said, looking around with your hands crossed over your chest. You still had some boxes to unpack and you were lacking a dining room table, but the living room was practically brand new. 

Bob shook his head. “You didn’t have to do this, Sunny.” 

“Um, I kind of did if I didn’t want to live in a frat basement for a house.” 

“It wasn’t that bad.” “Whatever you need to tell yourself.” You slipped past him, opening the fridge and pulling out a water bottle. “Alright, I’m gonna take a shower and head to bed. Goodnight.” 

You started down the hall when Bob’s voice stopped you. “Are you really going out with Bradley tomorrow?”

You turned. Bob stood in the middle of the hallway, his hands in his pockets. There was an air around him that you couldn’t place. You nodded. “Yeah, I am. Phoenix said you told Bradley it was OK to ask me out.” 

Bob grunted, turning around and heading for the kitchen, breaking down a cardboard box in frustrated silence. 

You followed him back into the kitchen, one hand on your hip. “Bobby? Are you mad? Do you not want me to date your colleague, is that what this is about?” 

“You always do this, Reid,” he said, shaking his head. There was something unnerving about Bob calling you by your first name. It was always Sunny, honey, darlin’, sweetheart. Never Reid. 

“Do what?” 

Bob looked up. “You leave a trail of men everywhere we go, Reid. I get it. You’re the anywhere-but-here girl. But you have to realize that you can’t do that this time. This is my life you’re walking into. You’re meeting my friends, living in my house. You told me you were settling down this time. But you’re still acting like the same Reid as before.” 

“And who exactly is that?” you demanded, crossing your arms over your chest. 

Bob let out a frustrated sigh. “I don’t want to do this right now.” 

“You started this,” you practically shouted. “So fucking end it, Bobby. How am I acting?”

“You’re doing what you always do!” he yelled. “You’re acting like the Reid that fucks any guy that’s halfway decent to you. And then you run away before it can become anything more than a one night stand because you’re fucking terrified of having to stay and owning up to responsibility for the first time in your life. You just steamroll over everyone and everything, have your fun and then you’re gone. And you’ve always been like that. But this time you don’t get to just flit off to Mexico or Sweden or Croatia and send me a little gift basket and act like it never happened. This time you’re fucking with the people in my life, Reid, and it will have consequences. For once can you care about someone other than yourself and look at the situation and realize that what you do impacts me, too?”

The two of you stood, frozen, in the kitchen. The tension in the air was palpable. You could count on one hand the number of fights you and Bob had gotten into over the last nine years. 

This was one of them. 

Your eyes were locked on Bob’s blue ones. You watched as his face fell. As the realization of what he had just said washed over his familiar face. 

“Sunny,” he murmured, stepping closer and you shook your head, backing away. 

“No.” You whispered it, but there was venom laced in the word. “Don’t you dare try and take that back,” you added. “Because you can’t.” 

“Honey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it.” 

You whipped around, practically jogging down the hall toward the stairs at the front of the house. 

“Reid!” 

You climbed the stairs, two at a time, and slammed the door to your room, locking it behind you, sliding down against the back of the door onto the ground in a heap. 

You hated fighting with Bob. But this time, what you hated the most was that he was right. 

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Candy - Chapter 8

Word Count: 2062

Candy meets Mr. Pink...

MINORS DNI

The hotel room's darkness enveloped Cassidy as she entered, but her eyes adjusted enough to discern a figure seated in a chair at the corner. "Hi, I—"

"Silence," Lloyd's command cut her off, and she halted in her tracks. The backdrop of city lights framed him, casting a dim illumination on her before his gaze. A smile played on his lips as he leaned back. "Take off your coat, Candy."

She hesitated a brief moment of uncertainty, before following his instruction, draping her coat neatly on the dresser. Taking a tentative step forward, she sensed his gaze raking over her, clad in a delicate black nightie that had been concealed beneath the coat.

He observed the curves of her body, the graceful lines of her limbs, and the cascade of her long red hair over one shoulder. "Stay where you are and undress."

"This isn't usually the way things go."

Lloyd chuckled softly, noting her nervous fidgeting. "Perhaps not, but I am the one paying, am I not?" His raised eyebrow conveyed a sense of authority as he watched her pause momentarily before yielding. With her fingers hooked into the nightie's straps, she let them slide off her shoulders, allowing the fabric to pool around her feet. Lloyd shifted in his seat, his cock pressing uncomfortably against his slacks at the alluring sight of her in only black lace panties and black heels. "Continue. Keep the heels on."

As Cassidy let her panties fall to the floor, she inhaled sharply when Lloyd flicked on the lamp beside him, revealing his presence for the first time. He sat with a casual posture, his khaki pants and loafers contrasting his yellow polo. The tone of his voice during their phone conversation had made her apprehensive, fearing he might be much older and, well, less appealing. Yet, aside from the odd mustache clinging to his upper lip, he possessed a certain attractiveness. Likely in his late 30s or early 40s, he boasted striking blue eyes and a well-maintained physique. A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of her lips; he was someone she could work with, that much was certain.

"Now crawl to me..."

She laughed, thinking he was kidding as he tilted his head, his smile no longer apparent as she tensed. She struggled internally at the degrading act, bordering on things she was once forced to do before.

Lloyd watched her begin to zone out, eyes glazing over as she was transported to another time in her head, confirming some of his suspicions. "Look at me, pumpkin. Eyes on me."

She snapped her eyes back to Lloyd's at the nickname, watching him bring his hand up in front of him. He pointed to the ground as she fell to her knees, leaning over on her hands. She thought she would feel stupid crawling to him, instead, she felt sexy, maybe even empowered. She kept her eyes on his as they darkened, obviously turned on at watching her ass sway behind her as she made her way to him.

"Good girl," he offered as she reached him, leaning up on her knees as she rested her hands on her thighs.

She watched him pull off his shirt, tossing it onto the ground behind her as her eyes roamed over his chest and stomach. It confirmed her suspicions of him being fit, even displaying a healthy amount of hair as she began to get turned on.

He leaned forward, gripping her chin in his hand, hovering his face inches from hers. "Now, you keep your eyes on me and stay out of your head. You understand me?"

She blushes slightly, embarrassed at the feeling of him looking right through her as she nodded. "Yes."

He closed the distance to crush his mouth against hers, coaxing her into submission. His fingers traced along her jawline, grazing the side of her neck as she moaned into his mouth. "Good." He leaned back in his chair, basking in the authority he held over her. "Suck my cock."

Without reluctance, Cassidy leaned forward again, biting her lower lip as she pulled his cock free from his pants, slightly impressed at the girth as she wrapped her hand to stroke him.

"Use your tongue," he instructed.

A teasing sound escaped her throat as she parted her lips, teasing him with her tongue, slowly sliding it around his shaft. At the same time, she applied pressure to his base, holding him firmly in place as she bobbed her head, wrapping her free hand around his base to further grip him as she released her hold. As she released him, her eyes remained locked on his, and her pupils dilated under his gaze. He reveled in how hypnotized she looked, lust running rampant throughout her body.

Lloyd licked his lips as he observed her. "Lay down on the bed."

She looked at him confused, worried she did something wrong before he motioned his head for her to comply. She stood up and walked over to the bed, laying in the middle.

"Slide two fingers inside yourself." Cassidy complied, silently whimpering at the penetration as her eyes never left his. "Open your legs wider."

Her eyes fluttered shut briefly as she obeyed his order, moaning loudly as her hands stroked herself as he watched from the end of the bed. "Show me."

His breath caught in his throat as he watched her touch herself, her arousal palpable in the air. He dropped his pants and underwear to the ground with a small thump, kicking off his shoes as he moved to kneel between her legs and she stopped. He grabbed her hand, placing it back on her pussy. "I did not tell you to stop."

She mumbled out an apology, her body on fire as she returned her fingers to her pussy as Lloyd watched her.

"Relax, let go..." he urged softly as he watched her legs tremble, her back arching off the bed as she tightened her muscles around her fingers, closing her eyes as she succumbed to pleasure. Her hips rolled frantically, the sight only fueling his arousal.

"What's your safe word?" he asked her.

A look of surprise flashed across her features as she paused for a moment, unsure why he would ask such a question. "Safe word?" She leaned up on her elbows to look at him. She knew what a safe word was, but she had never been asked for one before.

He smirked, a little surprised she didn't have one established with August. "Don't worry about it. You won't need one tonight." He grabbed her left foot, slipping off the heel onto the floor before trailing kisses up her leg to her inner thigh before moving to do the same on her right leg. "Lie back."

He took a deep breath, reveling in the smell of her arousal as he reached the apex of her thigh, lightly tracing his fingers along the sensitive skin there. He was so close, so tempted to enter her, yet he wanted to prolong this, tease her a bit.

He let his hand trail up her torso to cup her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze as he planted soft kisses on her belly. His lips slid across her abdomen as he inched his way up her ribcage to the hollow of her neck. Her eyes widened when she felt his teeth nibbling on her neck as he moved further up.

"You're so fucking wet, pumpkin." He smiled at her whimper as he teased her entrance with the crown of his cock. With slow movements, he slid the tip of his cock into her opening, giving her a brief taste of what was to come.

She sighed as she moaned, relishing in his slow teasing.

"You like that?" he asked, tilting his head. "Do you want me to fuck you?" She moaned again, only nodding, and he grinned at her response. He gripped her chin firmly in his hand, forcing her eyes into his. "Answer me."

"Yes, please. Fuck me," she begged softly, gasping as he released her chin and smacked her face. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to make her pussy clench in response. She swallowed hard, her mind beginning to betray her once more before she heard his voice, anchoring her.

"Eyes on me." He pushed his way into her, relishing at the warmth of her pussy gripping him tightly and she gasped loudly. "Now, I'm not stopping." He didn't bother waiting for a response, thrusting into her harder, her tight walls sucking him deeper.

She whimpered, the pleasurable pain of her pussy being stretched by his cock fueling her desire. His pace increased, slamming into her with such force that her back arched off the bed. "Oh god!"

"Told you," Lloyd smiled smugly as she came undone around him, squeezing his cock tightly as he grunted. "I'm not done yet." He continued to slam into her, the room filled with the sounds of flesh on flesh, and her whimpered moans, slowly building to yet another orgasm as he brought a hand down between her legs. He pressed his thumb against her swollen and over-sensitive clit, rubbing it firmly as he continued to pound into her.

"Fuck! Oh my god!" she screamed, climaxing so hard she couldn't catch her breath. Her body went limp as she writhed on the bed, clinging desperately to the sheets as her entire body trembled with the intensity of her release.

Lloyd stopped suddenly, pulling his cock out as he wrapped his hand around the shaft. He quickly moved to straddle her chest, keeping her hands pinned at her sides under his legs as he forced her mouth open.

Cassidy groaned around his cock as he grabbed her hair, shoving her face on his cock as he plunged it into the back of her throat over and over. She fought the urge to gag, her throat tightening around his cock as he stilled, taking her breath away.

He smiled as she struggled under him slightly before pulling back, giving her a second to catch her breath before plunging back into her fast. His entire body tightened as he grunted, releasing his cum into the back of her throat.

He remained seated above her, pulling his cock from her mouth as he watched her swallow his load before lifting himself off her chest. "Good girl. I like you." He went into the bathroom, coming back with a warm, wet washcloth.

Normally Lloyd was not one for aftercare, just wanting sex and then leaving. But he liked Cassidy and wanted to see her more. He knew enough about her to know it was important for her. He hadn't learned much about her past yet, but from his psychology degree, he could surmise enough.

Cassidy watched Lloyd kneel on the bed beside her, grabbing her chin gently as he lifted it toward him. He stared into her eyes for a long moment, making her uncomfortable before he leaned in to kiss her. It was a different kiss than before. It was soft. A silent question asking her if she was okay from their scene.

He pushed her back gently as he took the washcloth and gently took his time to make sure she was clean, returning to the bathroom a few times. He finally pulled the blanket up and over her before getting dressed.

"You're leaving?" She leaned up on her elbows as he fastened his belt and pulled on his polo.

"I don't do sleepovers, pumpkin."

"Why do you keep calling me that?" She asked, a little annoyed, a little amused.

"Because I like your red-orange hair," he stated matter-of-factly, grabbing a box from the dresser to set on the nightstand. "For when I leave."

"Can I ask why Mr. Pink?" She smirks as he shrugs, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her as he put on his shoes.

"Pink is my favorite color." She giggled, thinking he was kidding. But he said it so seriously as he just stared back at her. "I'll be calling you again soon when I get back into town. Thanks."

She watched him hesitate as she laid back on the bed again before he stood up and left the room without another word. She grabbed the box from the nightstand, opening it to find it full of M&Ms with a small note on top.

Candy for Candy -Mr. Pink

She giggled, grabbing a few to pop into her mouth before setting the box back on the table.

Chapter 9 Candy

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hi ana! would you mind telling us a little bit about how your hourglass styles look and dress? i was thinking about drawing them!

My dear, I must start by saying I am KICKING MY FEET WITH EXCITEMENT and I hope you know you are BRINGING MY DREAMS TO LIFE by drawing Hourglass Style. *cries*

And now to answer your actual question lmao.

As far as a physical description of Kyle goes, I went into rather alarming detail in this post which explains how I generally imagine his appearance, and everything I said there absolutely applies to HCU Kyle.

When it comes to our dear Stanley, this man is probably the most conventionally attractive of the gang. Like, this mf walks around looking like a damn Disney prince. He’s got those dazzling blue eyes, effortlessly perfect “messy” hair look, an adorable dimpled smile, a subtle cleft chin that highlights his beautiful jawline, all that jazz. In terms of stature, he’s quite tall — definitely got a few good inches on Ky. He’s also muscular in a slightly more obvious way since he goes to the gym regularly (I force him to go every day to make sure he can keep up with the Style Carry™️ quota). Now I definitely don’t picture him to be like RIPPED BODYBUILDER SHOWOFF MUSCLES MAN by ANY means, but you’d look at him and definitely know he’s in hella good shape. He can really throw Kyle around with those strong arms and they both love that hehehe (oops I made this slightly NSFW pretend that didn’t happen kids).

In terms of how they dress, we know our man Stan loves band tees and in general t-shirts that show off his arms a lil because he knows Kyle loves it — which is the same reason he wears his damn gray sweatpants around the house all the time. He knows EXACTLY what he’s doing lmaooo. If it’s a little chilly out he’ll toss on a hoodie most likely. When he’s at work or out and about he’s still a pretty casual jeans guy, probably a plain nicer t-shirt or a simple long-sleeve is the move.

Kyle wears sweaters and khakis/nicer pants and shit like that pretty often, because he wants to legitimize himself at work and in general look presentable and respectable. He just FEELS better if he looks at least semi-put together. Around home, though, he loves putting on Stan’s sweatshirts that are way too big on him. He’s adorable in them obviously and he’s happy because they smell like Stan. :)

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it is something diana understands , it is a version of sleep , and to be fair diana can go days without sleep. she doesn't dream when she sleep. it's probably just a well adapted version of what kassandra does as is , diana just knows that even an immortal body can not function without some rest for the mind is always incapable of doing so. the mind needs a moment to breathe , just as bones need moments to align after damage.

diana smiles , yet again. she just doesn't quite answer. how could she in between the few other kisses she suddenly presses on various point along kassandra's cheek and jawline.

" you should be honored. " diana ends up answering , finally pulling away and standing. she's already in the stylish khaki colored pants and that simple white button up.

" i would just prefer your company , but i am simply informing you so you do not wonder where i am. i have a feeling that somebody has been trying to kill me again lately and this time it has been through sabotage. "

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Navy Nurse (Part 2)

Pairing: Rooster x Y/N Summary: You were a Navy Nurse, formally a navy pilot. You moved into being a nurse after you had done your time in the air and wanted to go into being a nurse. But, being presented with an opportunity to leave you home base to go to California changed your life in a few different aspects. Warnings: angst, language, flirting 

It was the following morning, and the first day of Top Gun. You were quite tired because you stayed up most of the night texting Rooster. You two had a lot in common. He didn’t know you were even in the Navy, for some reason it just never came up in conversation at all. But, you both had the same sense of humor, both loved doing the same things like going to the beach, working out, music. But, you needed to get ready for the day. You rolled out of bed and going to the bathroom to shower, and do you hair into a tight bun, put your khakis on, lacing up your boots and leaving to your car. You drove to base, showing ID before they opened the gate. You parked next to a very beautifully clean Bronco, getting out and locking your doors. You walked through the halls, some of the men and women walking passed you greeting you with a “Captain.” Making it to the hanger where you stopped before the doors when Maverick was stood there.

“Mav.” You said with a smile. 

“Rat. Look at you. Jesus. Look how much you’ve grown.” He said with a wide smile brining you into a hug. 

“How’ve you been?” He asked. 

“Good. Really good actually. Crazy to be at Top Gun. Thought I’d never see what you guys did back then. Now look at me.” You said with a giggle. 

“Yeah, here we are. How’s your dad?” He asked. 

“Old, but still a hard ass as always.” You said rolling your eyes. 

“Good, I’m glad.” He said with a smile. 

“Well we should probably go in.” You said. Mav openned the door letting you in first. You saw all the pilots stood in rows as the Admiral spoke. 

“Good morning. Welcome to your special training. Be seated.” Warlock said to the pilots. You and Maverick hung back till he finished speaking.

“I’m Admiral Bates. You’re all top Gun graduates. The elite, the best of the best. That was yesterday.” He said bringing their egos up, then quickly down with just a few words. 

“The enemies new 5th generation fighters have leveled the playing field. Details are few but you can be sure we no longer posses the technological advantage. Success, now more than ever.” He explains why he said what he said but you could see the pilots getting a bit squirmy with his words. 

“Comes down to the man, or women in the box.” He says looking at all of them. You looked at the pilot noticing one of them looking at the only female there. Quickly recognizing that jawline. 

“shit.” You said under your breathe. 

“What?” Maverick said. You just shook your head and looked back at Warlock. It was Hangman, you’d be helping train Hangman. This was going to be fun.

“Half of you will make the cut.” Warlock continued pulling you from your thoughts. 

“One of you will be named mission leader. The other half will remain in reserve” He said and noticing Hangman again looking behind him at one of the other pilots. Man, was this guy cocky in himself.

“Your instructor is a Top Gun graduate with real world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master.” Warlock began talking of Maverick who stood straight up getting ready to walk down the isle. 

“His exploits are legendary. Along side him, is also a very decorated women in the Navy. She fought along side some of the best pilots when she first started. Recently has moved here from the Virginia base to help with this mission along side this man. Her father was also a very well known pilot in his time. He was Commanding Chief of Top gun. Your instructors are known to be one of the finest pilots ever produced by Top Gun.” Warlock began introducing the two of you. You began walking together, the men and women looking down the isle. You made eye contact with Hangman who quickly turned around letting out a sigh. 

“What they have to teach you, maybe very well be the difference between life, and death. I give you Captain Pete Mitchell, call sign Maverick and Captain Y/N Metcalf, call sign Rattle.” Warlock said before stepping off stage and you and Maverick getting up. You scanned the men and one women realizing it was Phoenix. She smiled and shook her head at you. You kept scanning to finally make contact with Rooster, who you did not know was a Top Gun graduate. He looked at you then at Maverick making a sour face. You didn’t know what that was about, but you stood behind Maverick as he stood at the podium. 

“Goodmorning.” He said and Hangman giving him a smile and nod and then a wink to you. Rooster still not looking at you or Maverick. 

“The F-18 natoms. Contains everything they want you to know.” Maverick said patting the book and setting it down. You sighed out knowing what he was about to do. 

“I’m assuming you know the book inside and out.” He said.

“Damn right.” Payback said from the front row making you smile out that they knew their stuff already. Maverick paused and looked over at the higher ups, but threw it in the trash.

“and we’re off.” You said under your breathe. You let Pete do his speech while you stood there listening. After it was over and everyone broke off to go change into their suits, you followed Phoenix closely. 

“So, just a nurse? Huh?” She said with a giggle. 

“I’m sorry I just didn’t want people to look at me different because I’m decorated.” You told her as you two went to the locker room. 

“No, your fine. Shouldn’t be saying sorry to me. If you told me your call sign and your last name, I most definitely would have known who you were.” She said with a smile. Once you got to your locker you got your flight suit on and took off the rest of you clothes, zipping it up and lacing you boots again. 

“Exactly why I didn’t tell anyone. Didn’t want them to treated me differently outside of work. Wanted to make friends without them treating me like I’m the daughter of a very good pilot, like I was their captain at all times.” You said as you and her walked out. 

“Your fine Captain. Nothing to be sorry about, I get it.” She said. You put all your gear on as you walked. You helmet in you hand that was decorated with scales of a viper in brown and black and your call sign on the back and the front of it. 

“Come on, lets get out there and do our check.” She said walking through the doors out to the tarmac. You looked around hoping to see Rooster so you could explain yourself. But, no sign of him yet. You went over to your jet that was parked next to Mavericks and started your check. 

“Rooster.” You heard a voice say. You turned to see Rooster walking, but Maverick following close behind. 

“Bradley.” Maverick said trying to get Rooster to turn around but he just ignored him. 

“Lieutenant Bradshaw.” Maverick said with a more stern voice. Now, Bradley stopped to talk to him right in front of your plane where you were. 

“Yes sir?” Rooster said turning around to Maverick. 

“Lets not do it like this.” Maverick said, making you confused as to what he was talking about. 

“You gonna wash me out?” Rooster asked. You eyes went wide thinking this must have to do with his dad and Maverick. What happened all those years ago. You didn’t want to eavesdrop on their conversation so you went back to your check, hoping to slip in after Maverick was done talking to him. But Rooster seemed already pissed off so you didn’t want to fuel the fire. You decided to wait till you two were waiting to go up. You finished your check on your plane as Rooster walked away. 

“Just follow my lead, and do some of that pilot shit you do.” Maverick said to you as he walked passed you. 

“Your the one who does that pilot shit sir!” You yelled back with a smile and saw him shake his head and smile. You geared up and got into your plane. It was just you for right now. 

“Goodmorning Aviators.” You said through the mic to the rest of the men and women who were flying with you. 

“This is your Captain speaking, welcome to basic fighting maneuvers. As briefed todays exercise is dog fighting. Guns only, no missiles.” Maverick said explaining what was happening today. 

“You have not only 1, but 2 enemies in the sky right now. Me, and Rattle. Watch your back. They don’t call her Rattle for nothing.” He said and making you think back to how you got your name. Well, few different things that made you get your name. Obviously, rattlesnake Viper, your father. But, you had flown for a few years when you started in the Navy. That was what you started out doing. You flew with Maverick for awhile. He actually taught you everything you knew, you father also, but you dad retired soon after you went into the Navy, so Maverick practically became your Navy father. Your mentor if you will. You two were on a mission with a few other pilots, you were in a dog fight with an enemy and couldn’t shake them, so what you decided was the best thing to do was pretend to fall to get your enemies to pass you by, by rattling your aircraft side to side in a sense for them to be confused as to why you were doing that. It was to distract them, making them wonder what the hell was going on with your flying skills. But quickly coming back up behind them and taking them down like a venomous rattlesnake. 

“We’ll see about that.” Rooster said over the mic, sensing that he was angry with you, and of course Maverick. 

“Working as a team you have to shoot me down. Or else.” Maverick said. 

“Or Else what sir?” Payback asked over the mic.

“Or else I shoot you back. same goes for Rattle.” He said. 

“If I, or rattle shoot either one of you down, you both lose.” Maverick continued explaining. 

“How about we put some skin in the game?” Payback said. 

“What do you have in mind?” You asked liking a challenge. 

“Who ever gets shot down first has to do 200 push-ups.” He suggested.

“Thats a lot of push-ups.” You said with a laugh. 

“You got yourself a deal gentleman.” He said and you put your mask on getting read to play. 

“Lets turn and burn.” Maverick said. As he said you two were below the two other aircrafts and pulled up to go straight for them. 

“Anyone see them?” Rooster asked his wing man. 

“Nothing on radar.” They told him. As you began getting closer you turned your plan so the bottom of it faced Rooster and flew by causing them to gasp out as Maverick went between the two. 

“How about we try not to get fired on the first day?” You asked Maverick. As you gained on the men almost in sight they broke left and right, you went for Payback and Fanboy and Maverick went for Rooster. 

“Rooster just saved your life, but it’s going to cost his.” Maverick said over the mic. 

“Not today Old man!” Rooster yelled out trying to shake Maverick off his tail. But he was getting to close to the hard deck and had to pull up causing Maverick to get a shot. 

“Shit!” Rooster yelled out as he got shot down. You all went back to the base and landed you planes. Rooster getting out of his plane and dropping down to do his 200. You walked passed him and up to the office where the rest of the aviators waited. Once Rooster finished his push ups he made his way upstairs, but didn’t come into the room. You decided to go look for him. Leaving the room, and beginning to walk down the stairs but there he was. He sat on the stair with his head hung. 

“Rooster.” You said getting his attention and he stood. 

“Captain.” He said with so much sass in his voice. 

“Stop it Rooster.” You told him. 

“Stop what?” He asked knowing what he was doing. Giving the attitude. 

“You cant be mad at me for not telling you I’m in the Navy. Not something I enjoy telling people I just met, on top of what my name is to Navel Aviators that know my father. I didn’t want people to look and treat me different. This is a whole new world for me out here. I know no one, I’m new, so don’t hold it against me.” You told him standing on the last stair and he stood at ground floor, now making you taller than him at all. 

“I’m not mad at you. I still like you for you. I may respect you a little more because well your my Captain, but I wont treat you different out of work. I will treat you like a Captain should be treated on base though.” He explained looking at you now. 

“Then what’s with you? What’s up with the back talk, the sass, and the anger towards Maverick?” You asked him trying to get more details out of him. 

“It’s nothing.” He said as you physically saw him tense up and walk passed you up the stairs. You followed behind him and got into the room where everyone was. You had a few more runs with everyone, Rooster not being able to get a kill on Maverick or you making him progressively more and more mad through out the day. The last dog fight was Maverick, Rooster, and Hangman. You decided to go up as Hangman’s backseater just to watch him. 

“So Rooster, mind if I ask you a personal question?” Hangman asked over the mic looking over at Rooster in his plane. 

“Would it matter if I did?” Rooster replied with a witty comeback. 

“So what’s the story with you and Maverick?” Hangman asked and you smacked him on the top of the helmet hinting not to ask that question. 

“Its none of your business. Now where the hell is he?” Rooster asked. 

“Been here the whole time.” You heard Maverick come on the mic all of sudden. You looked over seeing Maverick flipping his air craft upside down on top of Rooster. 

“Holy shit.” Hangman said looking at the maneuver Maverick just did. 

“You see me now?” Maverick asked now directly above Rooster. 

“What the hell is with these two?” Hangman asked. 

“Don’t ask.” You said now just watching what happened below you. As you watched them plummeting straight to the ground you were so tense watching this happen. Hang man now staying away but close enough to watch what happened. Quickly the fight came to an end when Rooster could get close enough to take the shot and Maverick got behind him to take him down. 

“Same old Rooster.” Hangman said. You two veering off to go back to base. 

“Do you know what’s with them?” Hangman asked you. 

“I don’t and if I did I wouldn’t tell you because its no ones business besides theirs.” You told him. 

“Well, can I make your business my business then?” He asked flirting with you. 

“Lieutenant not a good time to flirt with your Captain.” You told him. 

“Oh, Captain, it’s always a good time for flirting.” He said and could hear his smile. 

“Just get us back to base.” You told him. So he did. landing the plane he got out first to drop the ladder and you out second. You watched as Rooster did his push ups. Hando counted out 200 and Rooster kept going. 

“Rooster, thats enough man.” Hando said. But Rooster didn’t listen so he just walked away. After 2 more he finally stopped. 

“Breaking the hard deck, insubordination? You trying to get kicked out?” You asked Rooster kind of annoyed with the way he acted. 

“Don’t worry about it.” Is all he said. You sighed and bent down to him. 

“Look, I may not be going on this mission, but I’m here to train you guys for the mission. If you get kicked out, then that leaves the rest of them to rely on Hangman. Are you willing to put their lives in the hands of Hangman? Talk to me. What the hell was that?” You asked Rooster who didn’t make eye contact with you at all. 

“He pulled my papers.” He said causing a confused look to spread in your face. 

“Who pulled you papers?” You asked him not getting a hint. 

“Maverick.” He said plainly. 

“He pulled my application in the Naval Academy. Set me back 4 years.” He said finally looking up at you. 

“Why would he do that?” You asked. But no answer from Rooster. You decided to leave him to what ever he was doing and go to the locker rooms to take a shower. Quickly taking one, and getting your civilian clothes on to leave for the day. You walked out of the locker rooms, down the hall, and out to the parking out. You got to your car and saw that the beautiful Bronco was still next to you car, but coming around you saw Rooster. He was unlocking the door to the Bronco. 

“This is yours?” You asked breaking his focus as he looked over to you. 

“Yep. She’s mine.” He said with a slight smile. The first one you’ve seen since last night. 

“It’s nice. See you tomorrow Lieutenant.” You said walked passed him and to your jeep on the other side. You unlocked your door and got in. Hearing a tap on your window, you turned and saw Rooster. You rolled down the window to see what he needed.

“Listen, I know we just met yesterday. You are my captain now, but I do actually like you. I’m sorry for being an ass all day.” He explained his feelings to you.

“You had good reason for being upset. But the way you flew today was not the way to express that. You could have killed yourself, and Maverick doing that shit.” You told him leaning your arm on the frame of the window. 

“Yeah I know, I know. I let the anger get the best of me. Look, I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the Hard deck with me tonight?” He said looking at you with his aviators on. 

“Maybe.” You said beginning to play hard to get. 

“Maybe? Huh? So should I go or no?” He asked pulling his sunglasses below his eyes. 

“Maybe.” You said again with a smile and backing your car up and leaving him wondering. 

“She’s going to be fun.” Rooster said watching your car leave out of the lot.

[dorkydiaz]

BUT YOU DREAM SOME EPIPHANY [1.6k | coma dream | pre-relationship/platonic] {ao3}

a/n: all i have to say for myself is that i wrote the foundation of this in a fugue state on the bus home from work the other day (not when i was stuck for 4 hours) and it is in general not the coma dream fic that anybody wants it to be i don't think lol. so no screaming at me for it cause i did warn you, well there is one moment that e expect screaming about. and the title is from epiphany by taylor swift but only cause it had the word dream and epiphany in it which is related. spoilers for 6x10 and 11 i guess? i no longer never say never for spec fic, but this is highly unlikely. enjoy!

There are moments in life when things slow down. when you can know what’s going to happen as you watch in slow motion. Sometimes it’s happening to you. and sometimes to others. The nature of being a firefighter is you see those moments a lot. Both versions. and Buck had his fair share of them. That's what takes him by surprise, because one moment he’s in his turnouts under pouring skies, and the next he’s in a kitchen. And it’s warm, there are flowers on the table, curtains with dainty flowers on them. But something feels off. He's wearing a thick green sweater and a button up and some khakis. No shoes since he’s in the house. He misses his jeans and sweatshirts. He tentatively takes a step, peering out the window. Outside there is a literal white picket fence with a manicured lawn and a few planter boxes filled with blooming flowers. He looks further up to the sidewalk. Maddie had taken him here once.

—  His mother is in the kitchen with him now, she looks the same. Unloading bags of groceries, setting aside a few things that looked like they could be ingredients for a meal.   There’s another man, sitting at the table, he has dirty blonde hair that slightly curls at the edges, bright blue eyes, and a sharp jawline. 

“You know, you should think about selling that car yours before the wedding, Evan. Trade it in for something more sensible.”

“Mom-“ the other man says.

And a strike of recognition sparks as he looks at the man again. He’s looking at Daniel— he bears a striking resemblance to himself. Honestly could be twins if he didn’t have those few years on Buck.

“It really is a shame Ali couldn’t make it this trip, we were so looking forward to getting some details ironed out,” his Mother continues on– still the bubbly optimist Buck thinks sarcastically. 

So he’s marrying Ali in this upside down world.

“Yeah, she’s uh sorry she couldn’t make it— you know how her schedule is,” he chokes out remembering Ali's travels involved in her work. —

His fingers twitch, itching to find out what Eddie's doing in this one. And maybe run to him. He misses everyone.

Something tells him to open his phone and navigate to Facebook of all places and enter “Eddie Diaz” in the search bar. The profile is pretty much devoid of activity. There’s a profile picture, something unsettling about it but Buck can’t put his finger on it. He scrolls through his friends and reluctantly clicks Helena's name.

The page is a shrine to her grandson. He scrolls, the feed highlighting one comment from Eddie on a recent picture. Eddie Diaz He’s gotten so big. Tell him happy birthday for me.

It’s like a stab to his stomach. Gotten so big, as if he hadn’t seen him row in front of his eyes.  Tell him, like he wasn’t there. The realization hits him and it settles in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't there. Eddie wasn't there with Chris.

He swipes over to his own profile, the most recent post a picture of him and Ali— her hair in a half updo cradling the side of his face, a delicate ring on her finger. There are comments and likes from hundreds of people— none of whom he recognizes.

Apparently they live in Denver of all places. Where he is a teacher, for what seems to be young kids. That’s something that warms his heart. At least he wasn’t an insurance adjuster or something absolutely soul sucking. Also teaching comes with clipboards. 

— Maddie walks in the door, still in her scrubs. And he hadn’t realized he had been so worried about her until he scanned every inch of her for anything— finding nothing he wraps her in a tight hug holding back tears. At least one of them escaped something in this life.

“Sorry I missed dinner, shift was nuts!” She sighs, dramatically flopping onto the couch. 

And he can’t stop looking at her.

“Mom and Dad already in bed?”

He just nods, pouring her a glass of wine. 

“Danny being the goody two shoes he is and cleaning the kitchen?”

He laughs and nods again. 

“Okay so, tell me the story again. I need to know every detail of how my little brother got someone to marry him before I could be in a stable relationship for more than a month or two.” she takes a long sip, “I mean I’m hopeful with Eddie but he’s also dealing with a lot.” 

Buck nearly chokes on his beer, because she couldn’t mean– there was no way. But something in his heart twinges, telling him that this universe was cruel and unusual. And that thought should be entertained as the truth. 

And because he’s supposes he’s a masochist, he replies, “Well, I think that warrants you telling me more about him than me, a story I will probably tell over and over again until I die.” 

Maddie shoots him a glare. 

“Yeah Maddie, will we be meeting this Eddie anytime soon?” Daniel asks with a glint in his smile. 

“If he lasts until the engagement party,”she points a finger at Buck, “I will bring him. We could do a whole road trip and meet his family down in Texas too.” 

“Wow, quite the test of the relationship.” 

If he has to “meet” Eddie at his engagement party Buck might throw up.  —

“Buck, you have to find home,” Daniel says. 

“I- what? I guess Ali and I-“ he sputters trying to come up with something to say. 

“No, Buck. You don’t see it?” 

“No, I–” 

“You’re telling me all of this makes sense to you? That I'm alive? That you’re engaged to Ali? That Maddie and Eddie are a couple? That he left Chris?” 

“How did-?” 

“Buck-“ 

“I am the only person he told about how–” he takes a beat as something pulls in his chest, “This isn’t real.” 

Daniel shakes his head. 

“I need to- Oh God I gotta- Fuck. How do I-“ he looks toward the door, and leaps for it. The handle doesn’t budge, “How do I get out of here?” he practically begs Daniel. 

“I don’t know, I’m just a projection of you. What you think I may have been.” 

“But you–” 

“Just the messenger. You thought of that.” 

–- He looks down and his clothes have changed, a clean starched button up and slacks. The house is lit in soft warm light, sparkling decorations laid out on the table, poised and ready. Several plastic champagne glasses waiting to be filled rest on the dining room table. 

He finds his way back to the kitchen where he finds Maddie, she’s sitting at the table carefully arranging some paper flowers into a bouquet. 

“Can’t believe you actually caved and let Mom have the party here.”

“It was either this or the Wedding and there is no way that’s happening, so we made a compromise,” he replies concocting the believable line from thin air. 

She hums. 

“I guess that ruins your big road trip with Eddie though?” 

“Yeah, he’ll be here soon. His shift ran a little over.” 

Oh, so this was happening. 

His stomach churns. He knows this is all a concoction of his subconscious mind, but the mere idea that he doesn’t know Eddie. It was the weirdest combination of a dream and a nightmare, and it all felt so real. 

He’s pulled from the reverie by the doorbell sounding throughout his ears. And a familiar warm honey voice drifts throughout the house and there’s a tug at his heart. 

Maddie perks up at the sound the same as Buck. 

He can’t bear to follow her out the kitchen door. 

“Hey there, my Buckette.” 

He seriously wants to throw up. This was the worst timeline even if it was a fabrication. 

“C’mon help me out with a project in the kitchen.” 

Buck braces himself, and he watches in slow motion as they walk in, hand in hand. 

He finally takes Eddie in, he mostly looks the same, still with kind eyes but missing a spark and warmth. Wearing a soft henley and jeans, he looks out of place from the rest of the house that’s clearly decked out for a cocktail party. 

Their eyes meet and it’s the only thing that’s made even the slightest bit of sense the entire time he’s been here. He still wants to throw up though. 

“Eddie, this is my brother, the groom himself.” 

“Hey, so you are the famous Evan then,” Eddie replies, holding out his hand. 

The name sounds strange from his lips. Stilted and sharp, with a cold unfamiliarity, coming from a place of unknowing rather than place of care. 

Buck hates it. 

He doesn’t know how to speak anymore. So he reaches and takes Eddie’s hand. 

And it’s like a bolt of lightning coursing through him, wrapping around his hand and weaving up his arm– and there’s air in his lungs and his eyes snap open. 

The warmth around his hand is still there, and it’s tighter. He grabs back with as much strength as he has. And he finds those eyes again. And they are warm and kind, with that light shining and burning behind them. 

He can’t speak. Can’t scream. So he just lets the tears pool and fall. 

“Hey, you’re okay,” his voice is fragile in  a way that Buck has never heard before. And it sounds like he’s saying it for himself more than for Buck. 

Moments later they are no longer alone, but their gaze is fixed across the room. 

Find your home.  Oh.

[munson-blurbs]

Kinkmas Day 11 (Argyle x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), thigh f*cking, oral (f! receiving), minor drug use

WC: 1.2k

A/N: Sorry for the lack of preview yesterday; I was writing this until the last minute!

Kinkmas 2022 Masterlist

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“Args, I’m home!” you call out as you turn the key in your apartment door. No sooner does it slam behind you do you pull off your sneakers and breathe a sigh of relief. Working a double shift at Radio Shack on Christmas Eve was like corralling a herd of wildebeests. Customers shouting at you because their ‘perfect gifts’ were out of stock, like they didn’t have 364 other days of the year to shop. And no matter how many times that you tried to explain that merchandise ordering was out of your control, it was like the information went in one ear and out the other. All you wanted was to lay down in your bed and sleep for, like, a million years.

As soon as your boyfriend opens up the bedroom door, the pungent scent of weed permeates through your home. He pads into the living room, eyes bloodshot and a dopey grin on his face.

“I see you’re nice and relaxed,” you scowl at him. You immediately feel bad; it’s not his fault that the manager at Surfer Boy Pizza let him out early for the holiday. And he works hard; he deserves a break. “I’m sorry, babe,” you say quickly, wrapping your arms around his waist for a hug. “Just been a long day.”

Argyle pulls you in closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Nah, baby, s’cool,” he says in his laid-back manner. “How can I be of service?”

You give him a small smile, the most you can muster with your level of fatigue. “Maybe a foot massage?” you ask hopefully. Years of kneading pizza dough has left him with hands of gold, and you like to use them to your advantage. 

He doesn’t give a verbal reply; instead, he opts to scoop you up off your sore feet and bring you into the room, bridal-style. You bury your face in his shoulder and snuggle in close. He lays you on the mattress gently, and you turn over onto your stomach and await his touch. The moment his strong fingers press against the soles of your feet, you let out a soft moan. 

“You know how much I love those noises of yours,” Argyle murmurs in your ear. As he leans in, you can feel him, half-hard on the back of your thigh.

You hum a note of happiness. “I can feel it,” you tease him, closing your eyes and burrowing into the pillow. “But I’m sorry, Args; I’m just too tired tonight.” Argyle continues massaging, but the prolonged silence informs you that he wants to say something. “Penny for your thoughts?” you tease.

“Just lookin’ at your beautiful thighs,” he muses, his big hands traveling up from your calves to the tops of your legs, still clothed in your work khakis. “Got me wonderin’, like, how’d I feel between them, y’know?”

You prop yourself up on your elbows and give him a bemused look. “You mean, you wanna fuck my thighs?” As you say it, he grips them tighter. 

“Fuck, yes,” he breathes, “I-I mean, if it’s okay with you.”

To his surprise, you sit up slowly and wriggle out of your pants. Argyle runs his tongue along the curve of your ass, and you yelp as he bites down. “You’re just so damn delicious,” he defends himself, earning a giggle from you. You lay back down, and he presses soft kisses along the length of your legs. The plush of his lips and slight stubble along his jawline tickle you, warmth surging throughout your body. He pulls away and you hear the telltale sound of his zipper lowering; he hisses at the relief it brings.

“S’fucking perfect; my gorgeous, perfect girl.” Argyle spits onto his hard length. You hear the slickness of his hand gliding to his tip, mixing the saliva with his precum. “Lay on your side for me…good girl, just like that,” he praises as you follow his directions, the coolness of the sheets flitting against your left hip. He takes on the position of the big spoon, rutting against you. He tugs at your panties until he’s got them off completely, discarded somewhere on the floor. You feel the tip of his cock begin to part your inner thighs, and he groans at the pressure. 

Argyle grips your ass, giving it a hard spank that leaves you whimpering with pleasure. “Y’like that?” he asks with a smirk. 

“M-more,” you plead, crying out when he makes contact again and again and again. He’s growing harder as he thrusts between the plush of your thighs. 

“Was gonna take it easy on you tonight,” he coos. “Forgot my girl likes it rough.” He punctuates his statement with another smack before wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer. His dick slides against your folds, making you even wetter. “Mm, fuck,” he groans. “Wanted to last longer, but I don’t think I can. Not with you–fuck–feelin’ this good.” His thrusts become more frantic–desperate even–and you feel his warm release trickle down your legs. “Didn’t expect just your thighs to do this to me. Shoulda known better.” He catches his breath and presses thankful kisses along your shoulder blades before getting up to grab a warm cloth for his mess. You mewl as his body leaves the bed, and he chuckles. 

“Whas’ wrong, baby?” Argyle teases in his signature Cali drawl, gingerly wiping you down. 

You give him a pout. “Y’got me all turned on now,” you whine, bringing his hand down to your wet cunt. “Feel?”

A grin splits your boyfriend’s beautiful face. “That’s no problem, babe.” His tongue peeks out over his lips as he ties his hair back, pins your back to the bed, and dives between your legs. He licks a stripe up your folds, stopping at your clit. He sucks lightly on it as you moan underneath him. He knows how sensitive it is; it’s your favorite place for him to touch.

“Args, right there, holy shit,” you exhale, arching your back before he pushes your hips back down. Pleasure vibrates throughout your core as he laps hungrily at your pussy. The laugh that he gives when your legs twitch only exacerbate your stimulation. “‘S not funny,” you mumble, but that only makes him laugh harder. His ponytail flops over his broad shoulders, and you tug on it as your release overcomes you.

“You…make me…feel…so good,” you pant as you finish. Argyle slows his movements to bring you back down, grin now covered in your slick. He messily wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“”Had to return the favor, y’know?” He shrugs like it’s no big deal, like he didn’t just deliver an earth-shattering orgasm with only his tongue. “I’m greedy, but I’m not selfish.”

You swat at him playfully and give your best puppy-dog eyes. “Does that selflessness extend to cuddles?” 

“Of course.” He snuggles down under the covers next to you, once again assuming the big spoon role. As soon as you scoot back into him, he groans in both amusement and frustration.

“Those damn thighs,” he mutters to himself before whispering in your ear, “Could I go for round two?”

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[iblameashley]

Date-night with König. SFW.

Civilian | Male | Gay

1,200 words

Content: Date-night, Hand-holding and Kissing.

Mostly just cute fluff.

Date number three. König was sat at the table fidgeting, waiting for Alex to arrive. This was all still so new to him. The restaurant was dimly lit, soft music playing in the background. There was a candle flickering at the centre of the table.

He saw Alex come through the door, he exchanged words with the head waiter, and was escorted over. König stood up nervously, taking in the sight of Alex all dressed up. Alex had worn a light-blue button down with black slacks. He felt under-dressed in comparison, a simple polo and khaki's, wearing the black face-mask that covered most of his scars.

"H-hey, Alex" He stammered. "You look..."

Alex beamed him a smile. "Thank you. You look great too, Tobias."

König looked uncomfortable. "König. Please... Its. I just prefer König."

Alex nodded. "Okay."

König motioned to the seat beside Alex, and they both sat down. His leg became restless and his heel tapped at the floor.

"I've never had Sushi before." He said as he looked over the menu.

"I think you'll find a lot of things you'll like," Alex said. "There are many options, we can start with the vegetarian stuff first, if you want." "S-sure." He couldn't look up at Alex. Though he did make passing gazes at the top of his shirt. The top button open, and a little tuft of chest hair poking out. "This is the third date..." He mutter to himself.

"Hmm?" Alex asked.

"Nothing. Just deciding what to try."

Alex smiled. He could see the red spreading across König's face. It was endearing that such a big man was so easily flustered.

After ordering several different options, they began to slip into casual conversation. It had been rocky at first, König's life had been mostly military; something he really avoided talking about. Alex could see when there was a knot forming in König's stomach, and would change the topic, the poor man was torturing himself enough just being out.

He had even managed to convince König to take his mask off before the food arrived. König had hesitated, ashamed of his face. But Alex was unbothered, though he did take everything in. The thick scare that ran from König's temple to his jawline. The one from his lower lip to his chin, and the one next to his ear that ran half way down his neck that looked like a burn. There was also a small chunk of flesh missing from one of his nostrils. So many stories. Maybe one day König would tell him.

As the conversation progressed, König began to lighten up; open up. He practically ignored the Sushi, stuffing one piece in and continuing a story. A stray dog he had made friends with, 'Nala'. Places he loved to go in Austria and Germany. The few family members he still had. It was the most enthusiasm Alex had ever seen from the man. They shared a love of dogs and the countryside. They both spoke multiple languages, though Alex joked it was a shame he didn't know German.

In an awful attempt at humour, König had cracked a joke. A terrible, awful joke about a guy who stole 'all the calendars' and 'got twelve months.'

Alex nearly choked on his water as König landed the punchline. In between hacking up a lung, he laughed uncontrollably. The attention it drew from the rest of the patrons made König shrink down in his chair and look at the wall.

When Alex had finally composed himself, he apologized for the outburst. "I love puns." He said, still huffed out some laughs.

"You've got a smile that could disarm an army, its quite the weapon." The words slipped from König's lips before his brain could register what he had said.

There was a silence that hung in the air between them for what felt like an eternity. Alex was flabbergasted by the sudden admission. König was considering jumping off the roof.

"Oh mein Gott" He whispered. He looked up at Alex, just sitting there. "I-I'm so sorry, Alex! That came out completely wrong, I must sound like an idiot. Ich könnte im Boden versinken." (I could sink into the ground)

Alex reached across the table and gripped one of König's hands tightly. He thumbed at König's rough, calloused hands and smiled. "König, its okay. I understand what you were saying. I appreciate the compliment."

König began to relax, and squeezed Alex hand. His heart was burning bright as Alex's soft hand embraced his.

"Don't be so hard on yourself," Alex said. "You're doing fine. I'm here. You've already won me over... so just be yourself."

König swallowed hard. This was the most interest anyone had ever had in him. Alex wasn't scared of him, or using him as a quick fuck. He talked to him like he was just another guy. Well, not just another guy. They were on a date.

König's head was swimming in happiness the rest of the date. He refused to let Alex's hand go, save long enough for Alex to pay the bill. "My treat." He had said as he handed his card to the waiter. He wouldn't take no for an answer.

König, not wanting to let the night end, insisted on walking Alex back home. It was a fairly long walk, nearly a half-hour from the restaurant.

"Du berührst mein Herz auf eine Art und Weise, die ich nicht in Worte fassen kann." He mumbled along the way. (You touch my heart in a way that I can't put into words)

"You going to tell me what that means?" Alex inquired.

"Nein." König chuckled. "Its my secret."

When the reached the stoop of the apartment complex, Alex walked up the first two steps and turned to face König. Finally at eye-level with the man. Those striking blue eyes. The short, dirty-blond hair with whisps of grey. His lips, a soft pink.

"Je peux t'embrasser?" Alex asked. (Can I kiss you?) "What?" König asked.

"Its my secret." Alex winked.

Taking the chance, he put his arm around König's waist and pulled him in. Their faces were centimetres apart, and König's nervous breath was warm on Alex's face. Alex leaned in and pressed his lips to König's. They were soft, and he eagerly leaned into it. His hands made their way to Alex's waist and held him tightly.

König tilted his head, and in his timid nature, slowly slid his tongue in. It barely grazed against Alex tongue before pulling back. Their lips parted briefly, then locked again. A little more tongue again. When the moment passed, König rested his head against Alex's.

They stood there in the cool night air, enjoying a new moment. A peaceful moment König had never experienced before. It was almost overwhelming for him, to have experienced so much joy in so little time. Three dates. He was falling in love.

König watched as Alex entered his building, and only left when he saw the light of his apartment flicker on. "Goodnight." He whispered.

He put his mask back on to hide the idiotic smile plastered across his face, and decided to walk the full hour back to the base. He wanted the time to replay the whole date. The kiss, especially.