#the way i already knew this before watching but the reveal still shook me to my core

[t-u-i-t-c]

"As a kid, you were always coming up with ideas for games by yourself. Even though all you wanted was someone to play games with... So, here I am." "What are you talking about?"

[paddockletters]

secret's out | lewis hamilton smau

pairing: lewis hamilton x reader summary: lewis accidentally reveals his secret relationship with you in an instagram story, sparking fan frenzy. request: yes/ thank you so muchhhh! author’s note:hey anon, i really loved and enjoyed writing your idea! thanks for you request and hope you like it and and sorry it took me too long❤

lewishamilton

lewis' imessage

y/username

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yourusername: i guess our secret has been reveled bt none other than my husband...

comments...

georgerussell63: you guys definitely made that podium moment legendary. Wishing you both all the best! 💪🏼❤️

danielriccirado: You guys, first you hid your relationship and then your wedding and you didn't even invite us…. I'm hurt

user1: the fact that george is his teammate and he didn't even know that lewis was married 😭😭

user2: ok, we already knew that lewis was very private but this, THIS is another level

charles_leclerc: took you long enough, Lewis! Wishing you guys all the happiness! 🥳

user3: can we just appreciate the casual hard launch AND a kiss on the podium?? absolute power couple energy 💯

user4: he way Lewis looked at you during the podium 😍 He’s been in love the whole time!!

user5: he fact that Lewis called you his wife on his story and we all lost it 🤣🤣 Congrats on your not-so-secret love anymore!

y/username

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yourusername: this secret and announcement took us less time this last time

comments:

lewishamilton: Can’t wait to meet our little one. Over the moon with you, love

user6: BABY HAMILTON?! Oh my God, I’m crying. This is the cutest news ever!! 😭🍼

georgerussell63: Congratulations!! Can’t wait to meet the future world champ! 🍼🏆

landonorris: BABY HAMILTON??? Alright, I’m officially shook. Congrats, guys! The paddock just got a whole lot more fun! 😂❤️

user7: Lewis is gonna be a dad??? IM NOT OKAY!!! CONGRATS!! 🥺❤️

danielricciardo: A little racer on the way? YES! Can I be the fun uncle? 😎🍼

user8: A podium celebration baby??? 👀 Looks like we know how y’all celebrated that win! 🤭

user9: he timeline is connecting… podium celebration = baby Hamilton?? You sneaky lovebirds! 😂💛

charles_leclerc: Wow, huge congrats!! The grid’s about to get a little bigger 😄

user10: OMG this baby is about to be more stylish than all of us. Already living their best life before birth! 👶🏽✨

Lewis' podium

The energy in the paddock was electric as Lewis’s car crossed the finish line, securing him a spot on the podium for the first time in what felt like ages. I could barely contain my excitement as I watched from the sidelines, surrounded by a sea of cheering fans. The moment felt surreal, and my heart raced as Lewis climbed out of his car, a triumphant grin plastered across his face.

As he approached me, still wearing his helmet, I couldn't help but notice the way the crowd erupted in applause and shouts. The deafening cheers seemed to fade into the background as he got closer. “Honey, I’ve done it!!” he shouted, his voice slightly muffled but filled with uncontainable joy.

The adrenaline coursing through my veins made me feel invincible. I laughed, my heart swelling with pride as I reached up to remove his helmet. The instant his face came into view, I felt the warmth of his excitement radiate between us. The crowd’s energy shifted, anticipation crackling in the air as they sensed something special was about to happen.

Lewis leaned down, his eyes locked onto mine, and in that electric moment, he kissed me deeply, right there in front of everyone. The world around us disappeared; all I could feel was the warmth of his lips and the deafening roar of the crowd as they cheered for us.

From that day forward, we became the couple everyone adored. Fans began sharing videos and photos of the kiss, turning it into an iconic moment.

As the weeks passed, our relationship was the talk of the town. But it wasn't long before the news of our little family surprise came to light.

It was late, the dimmed lights in our living room casting soft shadows on the walls as I paced back and forth. The small plastic stick in my hand felt heavy, like it held the weight of the world. My heart pounded as I stared at the two pink lines that confirmed it—I was pregnant.

I had imagined this moment so many times, rehearsing how I would tell him, but now that it was real, my mind was a blur of emotions. Excitement, fear, happiness—everything at once.

Lewis had just gotten home from the gym, his usual easy smile lighting up his face as he stepped inside. He dropped his gym bag by the door, not yet noticing the turmoil in my eyes.

"Hey, love. Everything alright?" He asked, walking over to kiss me on the forehead, his hands automatically settling on my waist. But as he looked down at me, his brow furrowed in concern. He knew something was up.

I took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of his hands on me, grounding me. "Lewis, I… I need to tell you something."

His eyes softened instantly, the worry easing away. He pulled me closer, concern still flickering in his gaze but now mixed with curiosity.

"You’re scaring me a bit, babe. What’s going on?"

I bit my lip, the words almost stuck in my throat. My heart raced as I reached for his hand, slipping the positive pregnancy test into his palm. He looked down at it, confusion crossing his face for a brief second before realization hit him like a wave.

His eyes widened, flicking from the test to me and back to the test again. "Wait… are you serious?"

I nodded, tears springing to my eyes as a nervous laugh escaped me. "Yes, Lewis. We’re going to have a baby."

For a moment, it was like time stood still. He stared at me, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. Then, without warning, he scooped me up into his arms, spinning me around as a wide, joyful laugh escaped him.

"Are you kidding me?!" He was grinning from ear to ear, his excitement so contagious I couldn’t help but giggle, too. "We’re having a baby?!"

"Yeah… we’re having a baby." I nodded, my heart swelling as I saw how happy he was.

Lewis set me down gently, but his arms stayed wrapped around me, his forehead resting against mine.

"I can’t believe this," he whispered, his voice full of awe. "You’re going to be the most amazing mom, you know that?"

"And you’re going to be the best dad. Our little one’s going to be so lucky." I smiled, feeling the butterflies in my stomach.

He pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes, his expression soft and full of love.

"This is the best news I could’ve ever imagined. I love you so much."

"I love you too," I whispered back, my voice catching with emotion.

Lewis placed a hand on my stomach, still grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. "Our little secret," he said, his voice hushed, as if speaking too loud would make it any less real.

As the initial shock and excitement settled in, Lewis and I spent the rest of the evening curled up on the couch, talking about everything that lay ahead. The glow in his eyes hadn’t dimmed one bit; if anything, it had grown brighter with every moment.

"I still can’t believe it," he whispered, running his fingers softly over my stomach. "We’re actually having a baby."

I laughed, leaning my head against his shoulder. "It’s real, Lewis. You’re going to be a dad."

"You know, now that I think about it, when do you reckon we… you know, made this little one?" A playful smirk spread across his face.

I rolled my eyes at his cheeky tone. "Really? That’s what you’re thinking about now?"

"Well," he chuckled, nudging me slightly. "It’s not every day you find out you're going to be a dad. I’m just curious." He paused, tilting his head as if considering the options. "I mean, we’ve been busy lately…"

I snorted, shaking my head. "Busy is an understatement. We travel all the time."

Suddenly, realization dawned on him. His eyes widened, and I saw the gears turning in his head. "Wait… what about Monaco? You remember? After that podium…"

I froze for a second, my mind flashing back to that night. The celebration had been wild—Lewis had just gotten his first podium in a while, and we were on cloud nine. The champagne, the excitement, the adrenaline… and later that night, when we finally got back to our home…

I fele my cheeks flush. "Oh my God, Lewis."

He grinned like a Cheshire cat, clearly putting it all together. "That’s when it happened, didn’t it? The night of the podium celebration! No wonder the timing makes sense."

I covered my face with my hands, laughing as the memory came flooding back. "I can’t believe this! You’re right. That’s when it happened."

Lewis burst out laughing, clearly delighted by the connection. "No wonder I felt so invincible that weekend. Turns out, we had a little extra reason to celebrate!"

I playfully swatted his arm, though I couldn’t stop laughing either. "We’ll never live this down, you know. People are going to figure it out, and the teasing is going to be relentless."

He shrugged, still grinning like a fool. "Let them talk. They can tease us all they want. As long as I’ve got you and this little one, I don’t care."

I smiled, leaning into him, feeling the warmth of his words. "You’re such a sap sometimes, you know that?"

He chuckled, kissing the top of my head. "Only for you, love."

As we sat there, wrapped in each other and in the realization of what was to come, I couldn’t help but think about how crazy our journey had been so far. And now, with a baby on the way, it was about to get even crazier. But with Lewis by my side, I knew we could handle anything—even the endless teasing from our friends and fans.

"Just wait until the guys hear about this," he said with a wink, already anticipating the chaos to come.

I rolled my eyes again but smiled. "Oh, I’m sure they’ll never let us forget it."

[looksm]

BATHROOM BREAK

seong gihun x reader

— reader is a bit too clingy towards gihun.

warnings! daddy kink, reader is young…… gihun refers to reader as his baby

since the first game of red light green light, you knew this dilf was something else. your friends back home would of looked at you crazy if you told them you were going to fuck this man no matter what.

after the first game, he revealed that he already played before and won.. not only did you want to fuck him but he was also rich. fuck, why were you suddenly obsessed with him?

second game came around, and you were already by his side. grabbing onto his arm and placing it between your chest. “let me be on your team, please?” you pleaded giving him puppy eyes and tilting your head to the side.

he rolls his eyes, since the last game you’ve been clingy towards him. small touches and your flirty attitude, giving him pouts and cute smiles.

after the game, you all returned back to where you all were before the games. keeping close to him and holding onto his arm still. “that was scary~ we almost died!” you giggled with your new friend junhee.

gihun groans the more you continue to talk. you were just a nineteen year old girl with daddy issues. finally, you let go of him and continue talking with your new friend and talk about the baby that’s soon to come.

it was close to night time and the guards were allowing people to go to the bathroom for one last time before turning off the lights.

“gihun, are you coming?” his bestfriend jeongbae asks and gihun shakes his head no with that usual cold face of his. just like that, gihun was all alone in his thoughts… till you popped up.

“gihun~” you plopped yourself next to him and grabbed onto his arm pressing it between your boobs. fuck, you were so clingy.

he doesn’t say anything but look down at your puppy face, almost like a small pup wagging their tail. “watcha doing?”

“do you not need to go to the bathroom?” he asks you, hoping you’ll go away. but you shook your head. “nope.” you smiled at him.

he sighs, closes his eyes for a second before looking back at you. “look kid, im kinda stress right now so if you can leave me alone-”

“i can help with that!” you butt in. he stares at you for a second, questioning how you’ll be able to help.. till your tiny hand makes its way to his thigh.

oh..

“who knew youll turn into puddy when cock is in you.” he groans watching as you bounce up and down on his long thick dick.

you gasp when gihun fucks into you, lead leaning back as you grab onto his shoulders. “fuck, daddy! do that again!” he smirks to himself. “daddy? you want daddy to fuck you harder?” you nod your head unable to say anything else but moans and whines.

“my bratty baby..” gihun hums bringing a hand to your boob, bra shielding away your breast. he’s quick with his hands and moves your bra to the side of each side revealing your nice tits.

“my cute little girl..” he takes a tit to his hand and gives it a nice suck making you grind on his cock. “daddy!” you yelp as the older man licks you, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you closer.

he groans feeling your pussy close in on him, getting tighter. “pussy so tight, you’re the best baby.” his praise sends you over the moon, your whines and cute moans getting higher.

gihun released his lips from your boobs, finally, fucks his hips back up into you, making you yelp when his hard cock kisses your cervix. “it’s so fucking good..!” you whined out, leaning your head on his shoulder, letting the older man fuck your insides.

good thing his pants and boxers were down to his knees because your pussy was dripping and covering his lower self with your juice.

lifting your head up, you stare into his eyes. mouth agape as moans kept spilling from your mouth every time his cock hit that right place over and over again. “my baby..” he says locking your lips with his and giving him a sloppy and messy kiss, getting saliva all over your lips and his.

pulling away with a string of saliva connecting from each other. it wasn’t long till he felt you squeeze him so hard he moaned and stuttered his hips for a second. you moaned even louder now, with your legs giving up.

“is my baby going to cum?” you humm, nodding your head unable to say any words. getting fucked too good, too good all you were doing is babbling. “daddy! let me.. cum..” he smiles bringing a hand to your hair and running his hand up and down.

“cum, come over daddys dick” with another hip thrust, you throw your head back moaning loudly before bringing your head to his shoulder. gihun is not too behind and comes inside you.

after a few seconds of catching each others breaths, you finally had the courage to look at him. your cheeks all red, hair messy and lips red from the intense make out.

you two jump out of your skin when you hear banging coming from outside. “COME OUT NOW!” one of the guards yelled.

you stare back at gihun with wide eyes before breaking into a fit of giggles.

with your hair back to its original state, cleaning yourself up. you two walk out of the bathroom holding onto his arm again. this time, gihuns not complaining at all.

you two walk back to where your team was at, and you let go of his arm, immediately- he misses your warmth. you decide to sit next to junhee who was talking to an elder and you jump into the conversation like nothing.

you weren’t so bad, he might let you bother him again.

theres not enough gihun smut and that is NOT okay!!!!

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

SPORTS CAR- D. GRAYSON

pairing: richboy! dick grayson x girly! innocent!fem! reader

word count: 3.9k

part one here! part two here!

summary: a true gentleman, dick takes you on your first date, and things get a tad bit heated on the drive home...

warnings: fingering, heavy praise and size kink, petnames, manhandling, kissing/ makeout session, flirting, swearing, future indications of sex, alcohol consumption

" i think you know what this i, i think you wanna, uh no, you ain't got no mrs. / oh, but you got a sports car we can uh-uh in it/ while you drive it real far- yeah, you know what this is"- sports car, tate mcrae

author note: yayyy this series is back! i got mixed reviews on adding smut to this part or having more slow burn, so i settled in the middle. very happy to be writing for them again- and side note, i tagged my idea of the dress she wears, but of course- totally up to viewers interpretation. happy reading!!

You felt like a princess, who was about to enter her personal horse drawn carriage. As if you were Cinderella, on your way to the ball in her shimmering gown and pumpkin carriage.

You watched as a dark black limo appeared by the curb in the dim lighting of your building, watching the rain slide down the hood from behind the front glass door.

A tall, dark figure stepped out from the back, and you wasted no time slipping out the door, the wind blowing the ends of your dress against your heels.

You had gone with something darker than you usually did, to blend with Dick’s cooler tones. Though you hadn’t fully turned to the darkside in grays and blacks, you settled on a deep, dark wine colour.

A mix, between your pinks and his blacks.

Your eyes twinkled with excitement as he approached, umbrella in hand to quickly shield you from the rain. Light seemed to beam out from your chest as he was close enough to touch, brushing soft manicured fingers across his forearm.

“Hi you.”

He didn't utter a word back.

Just swept you into his arms, kissing you with such passion it made your legs wobble slightly.

“Hi you.” he murmured, eyes flickering down to stare at your swollen lips. “Shall we go?”

You nodded eagerly, holding onto his arm as he ran you through the rain, making you giggle as you practically nose dived into the car, him following shortly after.

He shook his damp hair as he closed the umbrella and you squealed as some drops got on your skin. “Good god you look so beautiful. That dress…” he praised, eying your entire body up and down, before stopping at your eyes, taking them in.

Little did you know, he was unraveling it with his mind, just itching to slip the slutlry little shoulder straps and reveal the your breasts that were screaming at him from where he sat.

But no, no- he had to be a gentleman. He was a gentleman. So why did you make him want to do such naughty, naughty things? Let alone on the first real date?

You noticed he sat beside you on the leather seats, rather than across from you, the warmth radiating off him despite the chill that hung in the air outside.

“Thank you. It’s um, it’s vintage.”

His eyebrows perked up.  “Yeah? Tell me about it sweetheart. D’ya shop vintage often?”

A simple, shy answer- because yes, he still made you feel like you were a little girl with a big, bad crush again- turned into a full, deep seated conversation.

You had barely taken note of where the driver was taking you, weaving you through streets and stoplights. Somehow the two of you were deep in conversation, Dick fully engaged in your interests, smiling when you mentioned all your Pinterest boards and little things you adored.

Little did you know, he had already stalked them all- and knew exactly what you liked. And you had done amazing, based on your own taste.

It felt nice to have someone be so… well interested in what you had to say. Like what you were truly saying, not just the sounds that left your lips.

No, all of Dicks attention was solely focused on you- and you were so deep in his distractions you didn't even realize his hand had slipped up to rest on your thigh, until he slowly started to rub circles on your bare flesh with the pad of his thumb.

You stopped suddenly, startled- but eager for the physical affection he showed you. Leaned in closer than he was before, anxiously awaiting what you had to say next.

“Mhmmm sweetheart, why’d you stop?”

Your eyes looked down at where his hand lay, and flickered back up to meet his now playful, coy gaze as he urged you to keep going. The effect he had on you was nothing short of hypnotic.

You shook your head, quickly looking away as you laughed. “I’m so sorry, I’m boring you with all this fashion talk-”

“Boring me? Bunny, nothing you could ever say could bore me. I like when you talk. You have a really pretty voice.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I do?”

“Like honey. And silk. It's so smooth, like your skin. Delicate.”

You subtly stretched your leg, letting the fabric drape around your thigh, letting his hand snake up just an inch higher, thumb tracing little circles on the bare skin.

You were feeling bold tonight. The little bottle of champagne he had delivered to your apartment with a delicate rose had made it just an inch easier.

“Do you think I’m delicate?” you murmured, looking deep into his eyes. His breath hitched as you took himin, staring at him with stars in your eyes.

“I think you’re coy. Alluring. Not simply delicate.” he smirked, pinching your thigh playfully, making you yelp. The car slowed to a sudden stop, two quick raps of a knuckle and a muffled “Here you are Mr. Grayson, sir.”

“Shall we be off?” he asked, stepping out into the dark night, extending a hand as he opened the car door for you. You took it, his larger hand seeming to swallow yours as you daintly hold onto it, like you were a Victorian aristocrat leaving her carriage.

“Thank you sir.” You called, waving goodbye to the driver, who gave you a soft smile as you were swept away by Dick, his arm wrapped around your hips, guiding you onwards.

“C’mon sweetheart, let's get you outta the rain okay?” he coaxed, ushering you inside the dimly lit restaurant, empty except for the flickering candles on the ironed tablecloths, and a few staff tending the bar.

"Wow.. Dickie this is, this is so beautiful.” you gasped as you took in the spacious room, slowly slipping off your shawl for him as he hung it up at the front. The place looked like it belonged in old luxurious Hollywood, something straight out of a film with the dim, low hanging wall lanterns, and plush leather booths.

The only thing missing was the bustle and chatter of mingling and glasses clinking together from the crowd. But there was none. Just soft, sweet music that was like a calming ambience, wrapping you in a warm hug.

“But- but where is everyone else?”

He just smiled to himself, taking your arm in his as he guided you to a table, as if you had said a silly joke and he only understood the true punchline. “Silly girl, I reserved it for us.”

“What, a table?” He shook his head, pushing the chair out for you to sit in. “No, the restaurant.”

Your jaw went slack, almost thudding against the table.

“The restaurant?!”

“Yeah, I called in some favours and managed to snag the place for myself. They didn't mind, especially when I told them it was for a pretty lil bunny like you.” he hummed, giving the waiter a little signal, as if what he had just said and done was an everyday, not a big deal occurrence.

You, on the other hand, thought your eyes were gonna pop out of their sockets. The fact that anyone- let alone this sweet, sexy, charming hunk of muscle had done this? For you?

Yeah you were willing to risk everything, and then some.

“Jesus Dick that's- I- I don't even know what to say I’m-”

“Don't say anything about it sweetheart. Don't worry your pretty lil head about it. It's all taken care of.”

As if a bell had been rung, wine had appeared in your glass, followed by a basket of fresh, steaming bread rolls with soft butter.

“You really do know the way to my heart.” you giggled, taking a slow sip of wine. “I like to think I do sweetheart.”

“Isn't that funny? I’ve only known you for a week and it feels like you’ve always been in my life. It's like.. I don't know. Maybe it's fate.”

He raised an eyebrow, grabbing a roll from the basket, spreading on the melting butter before taking a bite. “Do you believe in fate?” he asked, and you pursed your lips together, taking a bite of bread yourself before responding.

“Maybe. I think so. I think this is what fate is.”

He smiled at that, leg (barely needing to) stretch to bump your leg under the table. “Thats cute. You’re really fucking cute.”

You scrunched your nose before taking another bite and he laughed.

“Yeah that. That little scrunch you do when you’re trying not to get all flustered from my words. S’sexy.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, I’m just thankful you didnt ruin the cute moment by grabbing my hand and rubbing butter all over my skin. Way to keep a moment going Grayson.”

You played into his wit, finding yourself starting to pick up on his snarky, sly little comments and sarcasm. “You’re not into that?”

“I’m into a lot of things but oil on the skin… not so much.” you smirked, taking a sip of your drink as his eyes raked you over, fist clenching around the butter knife at your suggestive comment.

“What happened to miss innocent?” he asked.

“Oh she's around. But sometimes she goes into hiding when she's had some drinks and there's a cute guy she likes. Environmental influences play a large role, ya know.”

“Oh so I’m an environmental influence now?”

“Oh sure! But I can pretend to not be all stern and sarcastic if you want.” You waved a hand over your face, changing your expression to a stoic and stern look, as if you were a philosopher from ancient times.

“Oh I am not like that.” he scoffed.

“Are so.”

“Am not.”

You crossed your arms, and he felt his gaze slide down to where your breasts were pushed together, having to take a dry swallow and pray to whatever god he believed in to get him through this night without taking you over the table.

God you were so fucking sexy when you looked at him like that. Acting all tough and playful, as if he didnt know how innocent you were. And fuck if that didn't make him hard.

“Tell you what sweetheart. If I go this entire dinner without laughing, or smiling- and I’m as cold as you insist, you’ll win this imaginary competition.”

“First off, you already laughed and now you’re just gonna laugh to win. Second, if I do win, what's the reward?”

“We start now, and I promise I won't. I dont cheat. And whatever you desire, sweetheart.”

You nodded, leaning back in your chair, swirling the wine around in your glass before taking another swig. “Bragging rights. For the entire week.”

He stuck out his hand. “It's a deal.”

-------------------------------------------- You tugged on his arm, laughing loudly as you stumbled out of the restaurant, trying to guide him onwards- belly and heart both full.

Not before you had profusely thanked all the staff, he noted, the kindness rolling off of you in waves.

It was so refreshing to see, you were so different from any other girl he had taken out. Usually they were spoiled, rich, and cold. And just wanting to get into his pants, and wallet.

But you… you were simply so bubbly and ecstatic it was impossible for him not to smile. So of course, you had lost the competition, almost immediately after it started.

You had waved it off with a “oh whatever” when he had brought it up, rolling your eyes before giggling.

I still get bragging rights for whenever I want. You insisted, cheeks heating in the dim candlelight as he winked at you. Of course you do bunny. Who would I be if not to comply?

Now here he was, arm being tugged on by what felt like a little humming bird next to him, out into the rain. You beamed at him, smiling as you tugged him forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply.

A low growl left his lips as you parted your lips, lipgloss tasting sweet- like bubblegum. He picked you up, hands firm on your hips so you were as tall as him, letting out a little muffled squeak at the sudden shift, making him chuckle.

“You okay there bunny? Cat got your tongue?” he cooed condensely as he pushed you back up against the brick wall, nothing but him and the streetlights in sight.

He was beautiful. “You’re so beautiful.” you whispered, and something like shock, then surprise flashed in his eyes.

No one had ever called him that before. Hot, attractive maybe, but beautiful? Never. And it was even better sounding from your lips.

You just gazed at him with so much admiration, it made his heart clench. The soft rain running down your skin, your cheeks- soaking your hair and glittering off your necklace in the dim lights.

He was entranced.

All he could think to do was kiss you again, harder- faster. He couldn't get enough of you, your lips, your skin, your taste. God he was melting.

The little sounds you made when he nipped at your lower lip, the gentle pants and moans of his name, like his simple touch was sending you spiraling just made him crave you more.

“D-dick-” you mewled, head lolling forward onto his shoulder as he nipped and sucked at your neck, the sensation, the wine and the chill droplets of water that rolled off the tips of his hair onto your skin sent shivers down your spine.

A flash of bright headlights filled your view- clouding your senses. “I think the car is here.” you murmured, but not pushing him to get off you.

“I know sweetheart, I just want one more kiss.” he said into your skin, planting another kiss and nip down on your neck, leaving a little mark.

You moaned as he guided you down to your feet, swaying slightly at the change in altitude. His hand was entwined with yours, guiding you over to the back of the limo- opening the door for you like a perfect gentleman.

You laughed, stumbling down in the soft leather seats, back flush against them as he scrambled inside, shaking the rain from his hair like a wet dog.

Two quick raps of his large knuckle against the tinted glass and the car was rolling forward, his lips landing on yours again greedily. You arched into his touch, hands tangling in his hair.

“I usually don't do this kinda thing until the second date. I promise.” he moaned against your neck, and you shivered again, his hand roaming down to slowly hike up your skirt, waiting for the eager nods of approval from you with each little inch, to make sure you were okay with the direction this was going.

His fingers brushed your inner thigh, your hardened nipples poking through the fabric to brush against his suit.

“Fuck bunny youre so fuckin… fuck. Don't even know what your askin for.” he chuckled, inching closer to the damp spot on your panties.

“This. But this is as far as I’ve gone with a guy before.”

He looked at you with a look of gentle concern, hands stopping their wandering. “This okay? You want me to stop?”

You shook your head, grabbing his wrist and guiding it back down to where it was before.

“Fuck baby. But I’m not letting your first time be in the backseat, you understand?”

You nodded, seeing the limited space that was left for his massive body in the backseat.

“Not enough room here for all the pretty lil things I wanna do to you.” he growled, lips coming back to resume their place on your neck, inching further and further down as he bumped your thighs apart with his wrist as his fingers rubbed gentle little circles on the damp spot.

“Dick you’re so-”

“So what? Hm?”

You moaned, fingers tugging at the strands of black between them as he slipped past the fabric and slipped a finger in. “-big” you squirmed as his finger curled inside of you.

He smirked cockily, peering down at your face contorted in pleasure. “Cmon bunny. Think you can take one more f’me?” he asked, ego clearly boosted by your genuine reactions.

“So sensitive…” he tsked, thumb sneaking out to brush your clit. Your head rolled, slightly off the seat as you reached back for the door- window- anything to ground you from the overwhelming heat that had pooled down in your core.

“What- what about the driver?” you asked meekly, suddenly worried he would understand exactly what was happening behind the divider, hearing your little noises.

“Don't worry about him sweetheart. Just focus on me okay? Focus on feeling good.” he reassured you, his voice as soft and sweet as honey as you coaxed you open, having you come undone beneath his body as it shielded you from the world, from the cars blurring by as the limo continued to drive.

You nodded, staring into his gentle eyes, his sweet words and gentle praises making you grip the folds in his suit jacket, tugging his tie to bring him in for a teasing kiss.

He moaned, savouring the taste of you again as you rocked your hips against his hand, as he added a second finger.

“Thereee you go sweetheart, good girl. So innocent, aren't you? Taking two fingers like a good lil girl.”

“Feels so good..” you moaned, starting to feel a gentle pressure in your body that threatened to topple.

“Yeah bunny? Anyone make you feel this good before? Anyone see you this pretty, this fuckable?”

You shook your head, blabbering incoherent nothings as you twisted his tie, trying to cling to it as you felt yourself teetering. "Cause you're so fuckable. Wanna just use you like a pretty lil doll. My sweet bunny..."

“Dickie I’m gonna- fuck- gonna cum-”

“Thats it baby, cmon cum on my fingers bun. Such a sweetheart, look at you.” he cooed down at you softly, watching your eyes roll back, mouth parting to let out little pants and gasps escape as you shattered around his fingers, crying his name out with a squeal.

He groaned at the sight of you falling apart under him, and he knew right then and there the view would never be enough.

He’d always crave this, he'd always want and need this.

Your legs shook like a baby fawns as he slowly slipped his glistening fingers out of you, slipping them in his mouth to suck.

You tasted so fucking divine. Fuck.

Your eyes widened at the action, so absorbed in his actions you felt yourself gravitating to slip them into your own mouth. Silently you placed a hand on his, tugging them out of his mouth and guiding them between your parted lips, tongue swirling around his digits, without breaking eye contact once.

You looked so innocent with your big doe eyes, it drove him insane. He couldn't help but groan at the sight, threatening to spill in his pants right then and there as you tugged them out of your mouth with a pop!, a little line of spit connecting them to your stained lips.

“Wanna make you feel good now Dickie. I don't know how but you can- you can teach me. Right?”

You gripped his hands tighter, and he smiled softly.

“Not tonight sweetheart. Tonight’s about you. And we're gonna take it slow. I’ll teach you some things later, when you've had some rest, okay? You’re practically asleep, like a curled little kitten.” he laughed, watching you struggle to keep your eyes open.

Your body felt like it was floating, from pleasure, from Dicks sweet, yet taunting words and the wine churning through your blood. It was late, and you clung to him.

Not that you were drunk, but you were buzzed enough you felt comfortable enough to nuzzle up to him, placing your head in his lap, letting his gentle caress wash over you like a wave. He stroked your hair, slipping over to brush against your bare skin on your arms, back up to your scalp for a soft scratch behind the ears.

You practically purred at the touch, feeling safe and relaxed as he held you. You fluttered in and out of consciousness as you felt the car stop, and he adjusted you so you were draped in his arms, like a princess rescued by her charming prince.

You clung to his jacket, yawning. “Where are we goin?” you asked, not recognizing the sleek and modern building you were entering- one that looked like it costs four months rent to simply step inside the lobby.

“We’re at my place, okay bunny? I just don't want you to be alone tonight. Are you okay to share a bed with me?” he asked, pressing a button that had the elevator dinging- doors parting open for him- as if they were only summoned for Dick.

You nodded, willing to go wherever Dick took you. He lifted you up just a smidge, planting a kiss on your forehead as you traveled up to the penthouse suite. He hummed a soft tune, at peace with the sounds of your breathing and the whirl of the elevator as it took you both above the skyline.

A few moments later, you heard a beep, a door swinging open- before being shut and locked behind you. There was the faint sound of two other men's voices- ones you didn't recognize- but you drifted back into a gentle sleep before you could put any faces to the voices.

They stopped mid convo, Jason and Tim turning from the couch to observe Dick- yes, the same Dick they had known most of their life, cradling a girl in his arms as if she was a fair maiden he had rescued.

“Don't.” Dick growled, seeing the light in their eyes start to flicker.

“She's beautiful.” Jason murmured, absorbing the way you hung limply in Dicks arms, small fingers (to him) clinging to Dicks jacket, eyelash tickling your cheeks in the soft light.

And the dress you had on would send any man into shambles.

“You’re lucky I wasn't at that club that night or else we’d have to flip a coin.” Jason joked, making Dick roll his eyes.

"Not a chance in hell. Both of you aren't gonna bother her. She's shy and innocent- and we don't need either of you ruining that.” he said, starting to make his way over to his room, to lay you in his bed just to watch you sleep a little longer before curling up beside you and getting rest himself.

He had to make sure you were fully taken care of before he could even imagine getting a wink of sleep. Your breathing was steady, and your eyes had stayed shut for enough time for Dick to know you were fully asleep now, still in his arms.

It was adorable.

“Introductions over breakfast?” Tim suggested, craning his head to get one last glimpse of you before you disappeared behind Dicks fortress.

“Start preparing a normal script.” was all DIck said before shutting the door behind him- softer then any time he had before in his life.

“She's made him go soft.” Tim observed.

“And thank god for that.” Jason snorted, watching the lock on Dicks door click.

You felt gentle touches unzipping your dress and guiding you out of your shoes, before soft, large fabric engulfed your frame. Dick had dressed you in one of his t-shirts, one that smelt so strongly of him it made your head spin.

“Goodnight my sweetheart.” you heard him call- from what seemed so far away, followed by a gentle kiss to your forehead as he tucked the soft satin sheets around your frame.

Sleep had taken over before you had noticed he had then slipped into bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close- and to keep you safe.

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[odoraful]

𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑹𝑬𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑨𝑹𝑴 ᯓ 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑩

⟡ content: gn!reader ; established relationship ; honey petname hehe ; minor hurt/comfort (which i didn't anticipate honestly, but it seemed to just go in that direction :O) ; 1.5k wc

⟡ a/n: i watched a clip where pepper potts helps tony stark replace like the tech in his heart and my brain went straight to caleb! also i don't know bionics at all so pls suspend disbelief at my descriptions of tech because its definitely all baloney HAHA also still figuring out how to write for caleb so it might be ooc..,, ANYWAY I DIGRESS i do hope it's an enjoyable read!! <33

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It was beyond you why Caleb chose to entrust you with this task, and equally incomprehensible that you agreed to it. Sure, you knew your way around certain weaponry and gadgets—a skill every good Hunter needed to have—but you were certainly no biomechanical engineer. Yet here you were sitting in the living room of Caleb’s home, his bionic arm fully revealed to you and a set of tools being laid out on the table.

“Isn’t the maintenance process… automated?” you asked, voice quivering with trepidation.

Caleb finished arranging the equipment in front of him. A neat array of screwdrivers and wires.

Comparably, there was no indication of hesitancy in his voice when he spoke.

“Yes, it typically is,” he answered, sitting back down on the sofa. He flexed the fingers of his right arm before flashing a smile at you, “but this isn’t one of those typical times.”

His usually comforting smile did little to ease you. You sat down, observing his arm as he continued speaking.

“One of the wires here—” Caleb pointed to the area at his elbow, “—has loosened for some reason. It just needs some reconnecting and I’ll be right as rain.”

He was right. Upon closer inspection, you could see the wire now beginning to detach from the small, round metal piece it was connected to. Occasionally, a tiny spark of electricity flashed from within the empty hole. If this was left unchecked, it would certainly lead to some kind of malfunction.

You squirmed in the cushion. “Wouldn’t telling the Fleet be better? Don’t they have technicians to do this exact thing?”

Caleb's lips quirked upwards, betraying the stiffness he suddenly felt.

Yes, it would be protocol to let the people responsible for this arm know (whether that was the Fleet or not he would never admit the truth of to you), but it was far too bothersome to have them inspect and diagnose for such a minor issue. And then, there was the pain of it as well. Caleb was very familiar with gritting one’s teeth and baring it, but the soulless nature of the Professor’s rooms made him always feel so alone. Despite the bright, sterile lights and the group of masked technicians in white coats attending to his arm, it was always just him and the pain and the desire for everything to be finished already.

Things were a lot different now with you here, finally here with him.

“Oh, your touch is much gentler than anyone in the Fleet, trust me,” he replied.

Though he hadn’t actually answered your question, the line was enough classic Caleb charm to disarm you. He looked fondly over at your expression as your shook your head, trying to stifle your laugh.

“It’s not a full maintenance repair, just a simple replacement. I’ll walk you through every step, don’t worry.”

He patted the space right next to him and you shuffled over.

“Caleb… will this hurt you?”

You couldn’t help but recall the pain he was in when his arm was hooked up to that machine. Your chest grew tight at the memory.

“Not at all, I swear,” he quickly responded. “Like I said, it’s just a replacement.”

He reached over to pick up a screwdriver. Turning his right arm around so you could see his elbow clearer, he used the tool to point out a small screw on the round metal pieces where the wire was being held.

“So, all you need to do is turn this a little to the left, and it should loosen the wire enough to remove it.”

Caleb then reached for the table to pick up a wire the same as the one in his arm. Though, the metallic conductors could be seen emerging out from the ends of the black casing.

“Then, all you need to do is just need to replace it with this.”

You repeated his words over in your mind. Loosen and then replace.

Exhaling a nervous breath, you took the screwdriver. You placed a hand against his arm to help steady yourself. The metal cooled your sweaty palm. Moving closer, you inserted the tip of the screwdriver into the screw, turning it slowly as possible. Afraid that any quick movements might have an adverse effect.

Just as Caleb had said, once the screws were turned, the metal pieces widened and the wire was freely hanging, only held to the arm by its conductive metal.

So focused on making sure your hands weren’t shaking, you didn’t see Caleb’s eyes scrunched shut, taking in deep breaths through his nose.

“Ah!”

Your head snapped up hearing him wince. His eyes peeled open, a weak but sheepish expression on his face.

“Caleb! You promised it wouldn’t hurt you!”

At your accusatory look, he chuckled wearily. “That was nothing! Just a little—” he sucked a sharp breath in “—buzz that’s all.”

Panicked, you put the screwdriver down. “W-what do I do now?!” you stuttered out, holding your hands away from the exposed area.

“Take the old wire out and put the new one in the same spot.” Despite his discomfort, Caleb tempered his voice. His composure kept your fear at bay for the moment. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be alright.”

You nodded. Moving you hand closer again, you held onto the wire delicately. You pulled slowly. Thankfully, it released without any tugging needed.

“Mhm, there you go. You’re doing great,” Caleb reassured.

The conductive wire unfurled as if aware it was being replaced. You picked up the wire Caleb had held previously in demonstration and lined it up in the empty space. Similarly, the wire reattached itself.

“Now tighten it with the screwdriver.”

Turning the screws once again, you felt the round metal pieces tighten around the wire, holding it securely in place. The repair appeared successful.

You let out a long sigh, relief washing over you. You looked at Caleb’s face, hoping you wouldn’t find him pale and stricken. Instead, he was smiling. He turned his bionic arm around, bending his elbow and wiggling his fingers. It looked like it was back to normal.

“Look at that,” he beamed. “I knew you could do it, honey.”

Your laugh was filled with disbelief at his complete faith in you. “Please don’t ask me to do this again.” You were still slightly delirious by everything that just happened.

“What if I don’t have anyone but you?” he responded.

You knew that statement wasn’t true. There were plenty of people he could rely on to assist him with this. He was the Colonel of the Farspace Fleet after all. Yet, there was a softness in his tone and a distance in his eyes as he spoke. He really believed that to be the truth.

You looped your pinkie finger around his (still hesitant if your craftsmanship had fully worked). Caleb glanced down at your movement. He saw your tenderness and there was a phantom sensation of warmth right where your fingers connected. Though, he knew it was all just his brain and its sensory signals trying desperately to reconstruct a feeling he once had.

“But what if I messed up a-and something bad had happened? I just don’t want to hurt you.”

Caleb enveloped his hand around yours. His touch was cold and metallic, but his words were anything but.

“Nothing you do could ever hurt me.”

The color of his bionic arm began to change. It flickered in the same way a holographic screen did when you put your hand through it. His arm was recalibrating to project the perfect color, and to mimic the feeling of real skin. As fast as you could blink, it returned to its usual appearance.

Caleb squeezed your hand. “See? Right as rain.”

The sudden mixture of your fear and sadness made you crave being in his hold. You pulled him into a hug. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you buried you face into his shoulder.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he soothed, rubbing your back. “I’m still here with you, arm fully functional.”

“I know…” you remained glued to his shoulder, voice muffling.

“Nothing bad will happen to me,” he said, coaxing you gently both in speech and touch as he grazed his finger against your cheek. “Could I see you? Please?”

You lifted your head up, leaning back. Your eyes were glossy with tears and Caleb felt as though he’d been stabbed in the chest. He kissed you on the forehead. With his thumb, he carefully swiped at your bottom lashes.

“I'm sorry, honey. I don’t know what I was thinking wanting you to do this,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling your skin at his closeness. “You don’t have to do this for me next time.”

“It’s okay,” you sniffed, shaking your head. “Now that I know what to expect, I think I can help you if this happens again.”

The shock soon passed. Feeling the rise and fall of Caleb’s chest grounded you. You both held each other until the pain faded, talking to each other quietly in the embrace.

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[pitchsidestories]

the wish II Ingrid Engen x Mapi León x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1340

summary: Mapi and Ingrid are looking for a special gift to give it reader for Christmas. requested

author's note: dear readers, we hope @briggtea and you all will enjoy the wholesome oneshot. 💜💜

You smiled when you saw the sign on the door that said they were filming for a social media post outside on the pitch. Those videos were always a lot of fun. You never knew what the question of the day would be when you walked out to training, it kept you on your toes.

You opened the door curiously, excited to answer whatever the social media department came up with.

“Bon dia, girls. I’ve a question for you. What was your favourite football shirt as a child?”

The question made your face light up immediately. Childhood memories of yourself watching hours upon hours of football flooded your brain. You wanted to be exactly like your idols, so you begged for their shirts for birthdays and Christmases every year.

Mapi who walked out in front of you didn’t hesitate and winked at the camera: “Puyol for me.“

“Any Barcelona one for me too.“, Ellie replied politely before turning towards you, “What about you, y/n?”

You thought about it for a moment, trying to find the perfect answer: “I’m afraid I don’t really have a favourite but there was one I always wanted and never got.“

“Tell us.“, Ellie demanded with a big grin.

“But that wasn’t the point of the question, was it?”, you smirked.

“Doesn’t matter, keep going.“, directed the social media manager.

You shrugged and finally revealed: “I always wanted a Marta jersey.“

As you were about to continue to walk towards the pitch, Ingrid appeared by your side. She studied your side profile with watchful eyes: “Was there a special reason? I mean to why you didn’t get it?”

You shook your head: “No, I just never got it.“

A plain and simple explanation now but when you were young, you were heartbroken about the fact. You adored everything the Brazilian did, from her skills to the way she spoke about women’s football.

She was so good that she was even recognised by male football players at a time when the sport was still target of a lot of ridicule. For you, she was the greatest football player ever back then. In fact, you still looked up to her today.

“That’s sad. Alexia, Caro, Ona? What were your favourite shirts growing up?”, the social media manager moved on to the next players that left the dressing room.

“Mine was Messi!”, Vicky yelled from behind them to which Alexia only rolled her eyes.

“Messi, of course. I loved my Ronaldinho one.“, the captain with a nostalgic smile on her lips.

Vicky frowned at her: “Who?”

“You don’t know who Ronaldinho is?!”, Alexia and you synchronously asked with dismay.

“Just kidding.“, the young player laughed.

You shook your head about her: “Can’t believe you’d joke about something like that!”

“I know. That’s why I had to.“, she smirked back.

“You’ll get that back.”, Alexia warned her with a mischievous twinkle in her hazel eyes. The captain already busy thinking about what she could do to return the joke.

While your team warmed up, Mapi bumped her arm softly into your girlfriend’s side to receive her attention. “You know what, Ingrid?”

“What?”, the Norwegian frowned.

“I think I’ve the perfect idea for y/n’s Christmas present this year.”, the older defender told her proudly.

Mid exercise Ingrid stopped moving, eagerly waiting for her lover to continue: “Tell me.”

“A Brazil Marta jersey.”, Mapi whispered because you were nearby, but luckily too focused on the training to hear what they were saying.

The taller woman’s face lit up in delight at the Spaniard’s suggestion: “That’s a great idea. I’m sure we can get her an original one even and she’ll love it.”

“I hope so.”, the heavily tattooed defender replied optimistically.

The weeks before Christmas were hectic, but at times beautiful, for example, when you strolled with the Barcelona team around Gamla stan, Stockholm’s old town which was prettily decorated for the festive season.

During the walk Mapi couldn’t stop taking photos of her surroundings including Ingrid and you. Memories forever captured on camera film.

The Christmas days the three of you spend in Norway, close to Ingrid’s family, the New Years Eve you all would be back in Spain to celebrate the arrival of 2025 with your friends.

For a moment you looked at the window, watching the snowflakes dance in front of it. Your girlfriends and you already had a delicious evening dinner.

Now it was the time to unpack the presents which lay underneath the Christmas tree. All three of you were filled with giddy excitement and couldn’t wait to see the reaction of your loves when they’d open what you gifted them.

“Okay, who’s starting to unpack the first present.”, you clapped excitedly into your hands.

A bright grin was formed on Mapi’s lips as she volunteered, she was fully covered in the warmest blanket to keep herself warm: “I’ll start.”

“This is from y/n and me.”, Ingrid explained solemnly handing her the beautifully and careful wrapped box.

Once the Spaniard glanced into the insides, she glanced up in awe. “You girls are the cutest. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. We spotted this and immediately thought that’s so Maria.”, you hummed.

In a pleasant tone the Norwegian added: “And we know you love everything coffee related.”

Both of you knew that the older defenders love for coffee ran so deep she even got it permanently inked to her skin. On a rare free day, you three loved to spend your time in trying out new coffeeshops.

“I’ll be on coffee duty tomorrow morning to try this out.”, Mapi decided cheerfully.

“We hoped you’d say that.”, you chuckled.

“Of course, you two did.”, she smiled amusedly.

Clearing your throat you quickly changed the topic:” Ingrid, you’re next.”

The Norwegian started to unwrap her present patiently, folding the paper neatly until it revealed a dainty golden necklace.

“Oh my god, girls. You didn’t need to. Thank you so much.“

“You’re welcome, amor.“, Mapi said softly as she helped her put the necklace on.

“You deserve it.“, you agreed.

“I really appreciate it.“, Ingrid beamed.

You both leaned over to simultaneously press kisses to her cheeks which made Ingrid immediately turn red.

“So I guess it’s my turn now.“, you finally said, pulling the only gift left under the tree into your lap.

Mapi nodded with excitement: “Yes, open it!”

You could feel your breath hitch when you saw a sliver of yellow fabric peaking out from the wrapping paper. It couldn’t be. There was no way.

“It’s a Marta jersey!”, you finally confirmed delighted, holding up the Brazil shirt.

Ingrid nodded, pointing at the back with your idols name and number on it: “It’s even signed.“

“No way!”

“Do you like it?”, Mapi asked impatiently.

You shook your head, lost for words. The little girl inside of you was jumping with joy and you suddenly felt emotional for her. “No. I love it. You know when we were kids, we only had male role models and Marta was the first female one for me…“

“And now you finally have her shirt.“, Ingrid concluded.

“Thank you so much. This might be the most thoughtful present I’ve ever received.“, you said as you blinked away the upcoming tears.

“Admittedly we had some help with it.“, Mapi laughed lightheartedly.

“From our fellow football friends?”, you asked.

Ingrid nodded: “Special thanks to Geyse.“

“And our social media team for asking you that question.“, Mapi added.

You couldn’t help yourself, you had to slip the shirt over your Christmas sweater. You pulled your two girlfriends into a tight hug: “Thank you, sweethearts. This might be one of my favourite gifts ever.“

“We’re glad you like it.“, Mapi smiled and gently kissed you forehead. “Look, it started to snow again!”

“This is beautiful.“, you said while staring out the window where big snowflakes fell, starting to cover Ingrids hometown in a layer of white.

Ingrid pulled you and Mapi in towards her as you stood there and watched on: “It truly couldn’t be anymore perfect than this.“

Christmas/Winter Oneshots

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[demie90s]

UConn x ꜰᴇᴍ!tattooed!reader

Bleed Blue… Literally

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Everyone knew #17 was fine. What they didn’t know—at first—was that she’s covered in ink under that uniform. And just when the team thought they’d seen it all… she shows up on game day with a fresh tramp stamp.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:Tattoos, minor swearing, implied obsession, mild thirsting from teammates, tramp stamp behavior

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~0.5k

ᴠɪʙᴇ: Baddie with ball-handling and back tats. “Huskies” tramp stamp reveal mid-stretch. “You got our team name tattooed on your ass?!”

Everyone already knew I was fine. That wasn’t news. But the tattoos? That always caught people off guard. The first time the team found out, it shut practice down. I’d taken my hoodie off mid-drill and Azzi straight-up choked on her water. Full sleeve down my right arm—black and gray with roses, script, thorns curling around my wrist like they belonged there. KK literally walked into a cone. Paige? She just stared. Mouth parted. Didn’t even try to hide it.

“You’ve had that?” she blinked. “The whole time?”

“It’s winter,” I said, nonchalant. “Y’all don’t see me outta layers.”

Then came the leg. I had my shorts rolled up for taping in the training room and boom—full thigh to ankle piece. Saints and sinners. Skulls. Angels. Vines. The whole damn Sistine Chapel wrapped around my quad. One of the trainers dropped the roll of tape. I didn’t say anything. Just let them look. Geno walked by, glanced down, squinted, and went, “You ever think about playing basketball instead of starring in a graphic novel?” I just smiled.

So yeah—they were used to me causing scenes.

But today? I outdid myself.

UConn vs. Tennessee. Championship energy. Whole building packed and hot. I showed up with my warmup hoodie tied low around my waist, stretching before the game when Paige caught a flash of new ink peeking out the top of my waistband. She froze. Blinking like her brain stalled. “Pause,” she mumbled. “Is that…?”

Azzi leaned in. KK was already squinting. And then it hit.

Big, bold, clean-lined blue script. Cursive. Perfect placement.

HUSKIES. Right above my ass.

Tramp stamp.

KK yelled. Like screamed out loud. “NOOOO.”

Paige started laughing so hard she fell off the bench. Azzi looked personally offended and impressed. “Why does the font look like a lingerie ad?” she asked. I just kept stretching.

“You got our team name tatted like that?” KK gasped.

“I love us,” I said. “What better place to put it?”

Even Nika walked over, stared, shook her head, and muttered, “You’re sick. I like it.”

Geno walked in right then, took one look at the group huddled around my lower back, sighed like he’d aged five years, and said, “Don’t tell me. Just… win.”

So I did. Played my heart out. Hit everything. Stripped their point guard three times. Ran the floor like it was mine. But I knew people were watching me for other reasons. I could feel the cameras zooming, the sideline whispers. I even caught one of Tennessee’s players staring across the court during free throws, eyes locked on my waistline like it owed her answers.

But the real moment came after.

Post-game. Conference room. Cameras everywhere. We’d just won, everyone was still glowing and high off adrenaline when a reporter leaned forward, real cautious-like.

“Hey, number seventeen—question for you. During the second half, it looked like your team kind of… reacted to you a certain way. Any idea what that was about?”

I blinked. Tilted my head.

“Oh?” I said, lifting my warmup hoodie a little with a lazy smile. “This?”

The room gasped. Not exaggerated—actual gasps.

I turned just enough to show the very top of it. The “H” in Huskies peeking out above my waistband. Subtle. Clean. Just enough.

“We’re national champs now,” I said, eyes gleaming. “Thought I’d make it permanent.”

Cameras clicked like crazy. KK buried her face in her hands. Paige couldn’t stop smiling. And Geno? He rubbed his eyes and whispered something like, “She did it again.”

I shrugged and sat back.

I mean… they should’ve expected it by now.

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[madewithsilk]

ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇꜱ ᴡ/ ɢʀᴀʏꜱᴏɴ ᡣ𐭩

— ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ, ᴛᴀꜱᴛʏ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ. ɪ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴡɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪɴɪɴɢ.

— ᴄᴡ; ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ, ᴛʀɪʙʙɪɴɢ, ᴅᴏʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ ᴋ1ɴᴋ

You had already planned out Valentine's day on your own, how you usually had to do with all your other partners. Cook them dinner, let them grace you with a store bought bouquet, and then your body would be some half-assed gift to them. It has never been different, and even though Grayson has taught you many things you never knew about love, you never imagined this would be one of them.

She came home, her regular bags under her eyes from exhaustion. You rushed to her, arms wrapping around her neck and pressing her body flush against yours. She lightly chuckled, returning the embrace and placing her head on your shoulder. "Happy Valentine's day, hun," You begun, excitement coursing through your body.

She pulled away, a light smile on her lips as she grabbed your chin with carefulness. "Beat me to it, huh?" You nod with a giggle, intertwining one of her free hands with yours. "You're dressed all pretty, are you perhaps in the know of something?" You tilted your head with a smile, slight confusion in your gaze. "Nuh uh, jus' made you dinner,"

Your exclamation had her eyes widening, watching you trying to drag her through the house and into the dining room. She shook her head, an awkward little chuckle leaving her mouth once again. "Dear, hold on–" You stopped in your step and turned to her, an eyebrow cocked. "I'm really grateful that you made us dinner, but I had something planned for us today," She murmured, looking down at you with sympathy and gratitude.

Your head tilts in confusion, still holding onto her hand, face drooping a little. "What do ya' mean..?" You thought she was just going to skip dinner, go straight to bed, it was unlikely of her but you weren't sure what else she meant. You knew couples went out, but Grayson was a busy woman, busier than most. You were suprised enough she left early today. "I set up a reservation at a restaurant, we could still keep the food for tomorrow though."

Your eyes darted around, trying to figure out if she was being serious. "Aren't you tired?" You asked gently and she didn't respond, instead coming closer to kiss you briefly. "Such a sweet girl," She mumbled against your lips, kissing you once again. "Wear a shorter dress with two braids, you'll fit right into the decorations, dear," A genuine smile comes upon your lips, giggling like a little girl and running to the bedroom to pick out an outfit and get dressed up again.

Grayson made the night mythical, a bouquet with your favorite flowers and wrapped perfectly, a dinner at the dinner place you've always told her about, and now she's taking you home. Grayson taught you many lessons about sex, she taught you sex was more intimate than you believed, that sex should be slow and sensual instead of rough and mean.

You bite your bottom lip from the inside in anticipation, wanting to already get home. She kept her hand lovingly on your thigh, not to high up, right over where your own hand was rested on your lap. The car ride was mostly silent, small whispers from her.

When she pulls into the driveway, you were already getting down from the car but she was at your door before you had to the chance. She undid your buckle, perching you up into her arms bridal style. You squeal, holding onto her. "Gray'!" She lathered your face in small pecks, basking in the sound of your giggles as she walked towards your shared bedroom.

Placing you down on the bed with care, she hovers over you and admires your figure. Her hand reverently traces the dress till she gets to the bottom of it, hiking it up to reveal your body. You whimper slightly, vision narrowed to look at her. Your heavy lidded eyes couldn't tear away from the way she hooked her fingers under your panties. "Going to prep you, baby, just stay still," She gave you a heads up, your hands running through her hair.

She presses against your touch, slowly undoing the tie of your dress to let it slip off your body. Her fingertips were light, hardly noticeable against your skin. Even the callous from holding her gun so often couldn't be felt. Her palms groped at your tits, feeing the warmth of the supple skin. Your little squirming, back arching to get more of her body against yours.

She tuts softly, "Patience, please." Her lips come to scatter hot, wet kisses on your body. She presses her clothed body against your nude one, lips sucks on the fat around your breasts and down your body. Her hands move up and down on your figure, breathing deeply against you. Your squirming is gentle, your clit pulsating against nothing. Your hand began to tug at her clothes, the layering and all, already feeling her bulging muscles. "Words, baby." She demands yet no force behind her tone.

"Can you.." You drift off when speaking, fiddling with strands of her hair. "Can you take off your clothes?" She kneels between your legs upright, unbuttoning her top and her belt already slightly coming undone. Your hips bucked upwards, trying to feel her jeans against your clit but failing miserably. She tuts and shakes her head, throwing the shirt to a random corner. "Told you to use your words for everything, dear." You huff, hands leaving her hair to grope her breasts, squeezing and cupping them.

Grayson knew everything that set you off, everything that had you begging for more, but so did you. The braids in your hair were coming out and your makeup was a bit smudged, her sight couldn't be torn away from your face. "Mommy please," You began, watching Grayson's breath hitch, her hands pausing on her belt. "Mommy need you to love on me." Grayson bit her bottom lip, throwing the belt elsewhere before shoving her pants down, body hovering over you once again.

You didn't hesitate to feel every muscle and curve from her body, hands on her hips and watching her eyes nearly rolling the back of her head. "Need mommy to make this all worth your time, baby?" She whispered against your earlobe, her hand wandering down to your needy nub. Her free hand tugged at your braid, rubbing lazy circles on your clit with the other. She felt your clit twitch, she felt your slick gathering on her fingertips. Your head was thrown back in nearly a moment but Grayson stopped when your gaze was averted.

A quick whine came from you, body unable to stop arching off the mattress. You whimpered, bambi eyes practically begging her to keep rubbing on you. You huffed when she didn't comply. "Wanna make you feel good but you have to keep your eyes on me, is that fair?" You hummed, a complain lingering in the back of your mind but not being expressed. "Okay mommy, promise, won't look away!" Her index continues to work at your clit, more precise this time. The craving in Grayson's veins was beginning to become apparent and intolerant, the need to have skin to skin contact. She groaned, watching your hole clench around nothing.

"Body is so fucking beautiful, baby," Grayson usually had clean language, words that weren't explicit, since she usually was better expressing herself. Yet when it came to moments like these, she slipped up, her own eyebrows furrowing as your half lidded glare kept still on Grayson. Your body began to shake slightly, an orgasm approaching. "Fuuucckk—" Grayson moaned out, her own cunt begging for something. Grayson pulled away right before your orgasm, eyes widening and whining like a child.

"Are you serious, Gray'?" Your body was still shaky, arm draped over your rosy face. "Did what you asked!" You complained. She cooed softly, hand cupping your cheek and caressing it gently. "Oh baby," She noticed the pout on your lips, the way you petulantly looked away. "Mommy's gonna make it up to you, wanna be on top, baby?" She murmured, her lips kissing the corners of yours. Your eyes lit up at her eyes, the tears that gathered from the lack of stimulation drying away and Grayson chuckled.

She laid back on the bed, nude just like you. Your frame stumbled over her, legs spread to feel her against you. You hesitated slightly, teasing her by not sitting down on her yet. "Fuck, baby, please," She looked at you, desperation in her tone and gaze. Finally, you sat down, your wet cunt placed against hers. Grayson's hand held onto the fat of your hips, guiding you to grind against her. Your lashes fluttered, hips stuttering as her clit nudged against yours.

"Just like that baby," Grayson encouraged, kneading the skin of your hips. You nodded, panting, "Mommy— shit, shit," You bounced against her, using her tits as leverage to go quicker. "Fuck, fuck fuck," She chuckled, watching you grind against her like a little puppy in heat. "Language, baby," You shake your head, moaning and feeling the squelching of your cunts being connected. "So close.."

Grayson held your hips when she noticed you slowed down, grinding you against her instead of you doing all the work. You spasmed, eyes rolling back and unknowingly squirting on Grayson. Her movements didn't stop, bumping her clit against yours feverishly. "Too much— mommy–" You moaned, dumbed down to nothing but a toy for her to finally cum on you. When she did, she held you closer, body flush against hers as she swayed her hips gently.

"There we go, fuck," She whispered, your face hidden deep in the crook of her neck. "Shower or bath?" She mumbled after a few seconds of uninterrupted silence. "Bath," You replied briefly, connecting your lips to hers with fervor. She returned it, holding you close.

[crushpunky]

a cameron family vacation: exploring the city

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Y/n woke up to a weight pressing down on her back, pressing her stomach deeper into the mattress. With a groan, she blinked the sleep out of her eyes and lifted her head up, trying her best to turn over onto her back despite being pinned under the weight. As she turned, she was greeted with the ruffled hair of Rafe, his face lifting to meet her with a groggy smile.

“Get off of me.” Y/n scoffed, pushing Rafe’s face away from hers playfully. He tried to fight her, but as her hands continued to smush his face, he eventually succumbed and rolled onto his side with a laugh.

“Rude.” Rafe groaned, pushing himself up to rest against the headboard. He was still wearing his shorts from the night before, his sweatshirt ditched sometime throughout the night leaving him in a white t-shirt.

“What was rude was immediately falling asleep and taking up the entire bed, boy.” Y/n said with a quirk of her brow. Rafe shook his head, running a hand through his bedhead with a chuckle.

“Would you have rather slept with Sarah or Wheezie?” Rafe pointed out.

“Hmm, maybe John B.” Y/n teased, causing Rafe’s face to immediately fall in a way that made y/n smirk.

“Don’t joke about that.” Rafe muttered, grabbing his pillow and tossing it in her face before climbing out of the bed. He reached down, quickly pulling off his shirt and tossing it into the corner before beginning to dig through his luggage. Y/n found herself watching, her eyes trailing along the freckles that adorned his back and the mess of golden hair that rested on the nape of his neck.

“Wake up! Wake up!” A sudden bang on the door caused y/n to jump, Rafe seemingly unphased as he continued digging through his luggage. The source of the voice was revealed as the door slid open, revealing Sarah, already dressed and ready for the day, an excited smile on her face.

“Oh my god, y/n, there is this coffee place down the street that we have to go to.” Sarah rambled, inviting herself into the room and plopping down on the bed. Rafe glared at her, finally grabbing some clothes from his luggage before shoving the mess back into his suitcase.

“Thank god, I need some coffee. Barely got any sleep because of this one.” Y/n pointed at Rafe, who just shrugged. Sarah’s eyes widened, her gaze darting between the two of you with a questioning glare. Rafe rolled his eyes, before making his way into the bathroom.

“I’m taking a shower.” He grumbled, closing the door behind him.

“You’re worse than Ward and Rose.” Y/n rolled her eyes, climbing out of bed and padding across the floor. With a yawn, she picked out an outfit for the day.

“Ah, that’s what that was about.” Sarah raised her eyebrows teasingly, leaning back to rest on her elbows, referring to the odd encounter between y/n, Rafe, and Ward when they had attempted to enter the hotel last night. Y/n shook her head at the memory, tugging on a pair of linen shorts and beginning to smooth her bed head into something manageable. The room fell into a sort of silence, the only noise the quiet lull of the shower and the street outside.

“Look, I hate my brother as much as anyone else, but you can’t deny that there’s something there.” Sarah smiled innocently. Y/n knew Sarah had suspicions about her more than just friendly feelings towards Rafe. Y/n didn’t have to tell her, nor could she ever tell her, there was a sort of unspoken agreement between them to not say anything about it in fear of making it into something bigger than it really was: y/n had feelings for Rafe, he didn’t reciprocate, and over the years she had come to terms with that reality.

“He doesn’t see me like that Sarah.” Y/n sighed, plopping down on the bed next to Sarah. Sarah frowned slightly, brushing a bit of hair out of y/n’s face.

“I’m sorry, y/n. My brother’s an idiot.” Sarah whispered, patting y/n’s cheek lightly.

“Ouch.” Rafe’s voice caused the two girls to whip their heads around. He had just stepped out of the bathroom, his wet hair dripping onto a fresh button down and shorts.

“Finally. Let’s go.” Sarah rolled her eyes, hopping off the bed. She turned to y/n, offering her hand out before pulling y/n to her feet and out the door.

“You better not be planning on stealing my best friend this whole trip.” Rafe grumbled.

“Don’t be a grump, boy.” Y/n teased, grabbing Rafe’s hand and tugging him out the door with them. Despite the faux-serious demeanor Rafe couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

The walk from the hotel to the coffee shop was much longer than Sarah had let on, y/n regretting the flimsy sandals she had put on as they continued to trudge down the cobbled streets of Italy. Sarah and John B walked a measured distance in front of them, laughing and holding hands, only occasionally turning around when they came to a fork in the road.

“Why did we let her navigate again?” Rafe groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. Y/n laughed, glancing at the various stores and stands that lined the streets. Her eyes caught a small flower stand, lingering long enough for her pace to slow down. Rafe, who had been walking in stride with her for the entirety of the journey thus far, immediately noticed the sparkle in her eye and reached for his wallet.

“What’re you—” Y/n asked as Rafe cut in front of her, a smirk on his face as he walked over to the flower stand. Y/n’s quickly looked up to where Sarah and John B were, who had, much to her surprise, stopped for them. They waved, gesturing to the storefront of what just so happened to be the cafe they had walked all this way for.

“Yeah, yeah, ciao,” Rafe said to the man at the flower stand. Y/n turned back to him, the same smirk on his face but this time, a stunning bouquet of purple and blue flowers adorned with a bit of twine.

“Here. Consider it an apology for your lack of sleep.” Rafe said simply, handing the flowers to her before continuing down the street as if nothing had happened.

“Thanks, boy.” Y/n laughed, hurrying to keep up with him. Once she had caught up, she grabbed Rafe’s bicep, giving it a light squeeze before they ended up in the cafe.

“We thought you guys— oh my god! Those are the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen.” Sarah said as y/n and Rafe joined them in line, hitting John B’s arm to tear his attention away from the elegantly arranged pastry case.

“Well, Rafe got them from the stand just down the street,” Y/n grinned, peering up at Rafe, who was already looking down at her with a grin.

“We’ll have to stop there on the way back.” John B said, scratching the back of his neck as he glanced over at Sarah.

“You’ve got enough cash?” Rafe said slyly, a challenging smirk on his face. Y/n elbowed his side lightly, turning her attention from the boy to the pastries in front of them.

“Just when I was about to say you weren’t being a total asshole this morning.” Sarah rolled her eyes before walking up to the counter to place her order. John B followed before y/n stepped to the counter.

“Can I get a croissant and a small, iced, vanilla—” Y/n started, pointing to one of the fluffy croissants in the pastry case.

“She’ll get a large, iced, vanilla latte, hm? I’ll get just a small coffee and another croissant.” Rafe said, sparing a glance down at her as he rattled off her usual order with ease before quickly swiping his card. Y/n felt her cheeks warm as Rafe grabbed their orders, handing hers to her before the two of them made their way out to the patio where Sarah and John B sat. Rafe pulled out y/n’s chair before sliding into the seat next to her, taking a sip of his coffee as everyone began digging into their pastries.

“So, I was thinking we could go down to the beach later, maybe do some sight seeing? There’s a bunch of museums and churches and…” Sarah rattled off, but y/n found her focus wandering out to the expansive waters of the ocean. Cliffs jutted out into the water, their bright orange a stark contrast to the brilliant blue of the water.

“It’s no Kildare.” Rafe said, raising his eyebrows teasingly as Sarah and John B continued to talk about the plans for the week.

“I forgot I was talking to world traveller Rafe Cameron who thinks the Outer Banks are ‘Paradise on Earth’.” Y/n giggled, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Nowhere else has the same memories though.” Rafe pointed out, gesturing with his croissant.

“Who knew you were such a sentimental young man?” Y/n shook her head.

“I think you’ll find that I’m very much full of surprises this vacation.” Rafe said, resting his arm on the back of y/n’s chair.

“Is that so?” Y/n quirked her brow, to which Rafe simply nodded, a sly grin on his face.

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A Legacies Secret |2|

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader

Summary: You just wanted a happy life with your girlfriend but then Ghostface attacks, revealing long thought to be buried family secrets.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 2.9k+

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You let out a sigh, finally clocking out for the night. It had been a busy night. To some it might seem weird for a bar to be so busy during the week but for some reason Woodsboro had a lot of alcoholics. You weren’t complaining though, they tipped pretty well and were the reason you could afford an apartment. If it weren’t for the tips, you would be living out of your car most likely, or more likely, unofficially, living with Tara when her mom wasn’t home, which was often.

After starting your car, you pulled out your phone, opening your messages with Tara. You hadn’t heard from her since your phone call earlier in the night. Tara knew you were at work, but she still had a habit of messaging you throughout your shift. You furrowed your brow, seeing all the messages you sent still showed that they had been delivered but hadn’t been read yet. You had an uneasy feeling, it wasn’t like Tara to not answer you, she always answered. You weren’t trying to panic though.

Y/N: Still good?

Y/N: Did you already fall asleep?

Y/N: Going to be a little later than expected

Y/N: On my way

You sent one last text, trying to calm your nerves. Everything was probably fine. Tara probably called over Amber or one of the others and they just got caught up watching movies. It wouldn’t be the first time you got to her place, and she was still up with one of her friends or all of them, watching movies. Sometimes you got to her place, and you shook your head at the sight of them all passed on the couch, popcorn bowl tipped over and mouths hung open as the movie continued to play.

Tara’s house wasn’t too far from your place of employment but when you turned down the street you were met with flashing lights and police cars lining the street. There were multiple cop cars parked outside of your girlfriend’s house. You slowly drove up, parking on the side of the street as you watched an officer pull out yellow police tape, taping off the front door.

As soon as you were parked you jumped out of the car, and ran across the yard, not caring about any of the police. You were under the first set of caution tape and halfway across the yard when strong arms wrapped around you, holding you back.

“You can’t be here,” a gruff voice said.

“No!” you screamed. “What happened?” you thrashed against the man, trying to get out of his hold.

“This is an active crime scene,” he said again when he finally put you down, on the other side of the yellow tape.

You stared up at the officer. He had his arms crossed, staring you down to make sure you didn’t try and rush past him again. You huffed, glaring at him. Despite knowing you’d fail you still lunged at the man, trying to get around the tape again. He was quick to grab you and keep you from passing.

“What part of active crime scene do you not understand?” he said, clearly irritated.

“What happened?” you asked again. You peered around the officer, your eyes darting all around the house, searching for any signs of Tara.

“Can’t say, it’s an active investigation.”

“Is Tara alright?”

“Kid, go home before I have you arrested.”

“This is my girlfriend’s house! I have to know if she’s alright. Is she okay?” Your breathing was becoming rapid. You weren’t sure if the fact that you couldn’t see Tara anywhere was a good sign or a bad one.

“Don’t make me arrest you.”

You were about to give the officer a piece of your mind when out of the corner of your eye you saw the sheriff. “Sheriff!” you yelled, directing your full attention to her. “Sheriff! Sheriff Hicks!”

“Kid, get out of here,” the officer got in your line of sight again.

“Sheriff!” You ducked under the police tape, avoiding the officers’ arms as he tried to grab you. “Sheriff!”

“Alright, that’s it.” The officer grabbed you, pushing you into the grass as he yanked your arms behind your back, handcuffing you.

“Sheriff Hicks!” you continued to yell as the officer hauled you to your feet and began to drag you to a cop car as you continued to fight against him. “Judy!” you let out in another desperate scream, finally gaining her attention.

Judy was holding a clipboard, talking to another officer when she finally looked up, looking around to see who was yelling her name until her eyes finally landed on you. You didn’t need to be close to know she had let out a deep sigh and if she didn’t roll her eyes, she was definitely holding one in. Judy made her way across the lawn towards you. The officer was trying to push you in a cop car when she finally got over to you.

“It’s okay deputy,” Judy said. “I got this one.”

“Are you sure?” the deputy questioned. “She’s a wild one sheriff.” He narrowed his eyes at you, and you just scoffed at him.

“Yes, go help the others.” Judy watched as the deputy walked off before facing you again. “Turn around.”

“What happened?” you asked as you did as she asked. “Where’s Tara?” You kept trying to turn around, trying to look at Judy as she took the cuffs off your wrists.

“Where have you been?” Judy asked, ignoring your question.

You quickly turned around when you felt the handcuffs leave your wrists. You started rubbing your wrists, though it had only been a moment the jerk of a deputy had put the cuffs on pretty tight. “Is Tara, okay?” you asked again, searching Judy’s face for any clues. Judy was clearly being kinder, but you could tell she was in full on cop mode, something bad definitely happened.

“Where were you earlier tonight?”

She wasn’t answering your questions, she was actively ignoring all your questions actually. “Is she-” your voice cracked, cutting yourself off by trying to contain a sob, your mind immediately going to the worst.

“She’s alive,” Judy said softly, resting a hand on your shoulder.

You relaxed for the first time since pulling up to the house, letting out a relieved sigh. “What happened? Where is she?”

“She was attacked.” Your breathing started to become rapid, your heartbeat was the only thing you could focus on. “Where were you tonight?”

“Where is she? Is she okay?” your eyes darted around the scene, seeing police tape, officers, red and blue flashing lights, the front door wide open. There was no ambulance but there was also no Tara.

“She’s at the hospital. Probably in surgery by now.” You brought a hand to your mouth, trying to contain your sob. Tara was attacked. Tara was attacked bad enough to be rushed to the hospital and in need of surgery. You couldn’t begin to imagine who would ever even want to attack Tara, if this was some sort of break in gone wrong. “I really need you to answer my questions.”

“Can we do it at the hospital?” you asked, needing to be near her even if you couldn’t see her. “Please? Please?” you begged. Judy looked at you and finally gave a sympathetic nod. “Thank you,” you whispered, before following her to her police cruiser.

The ride to the hospital was the longest of your life even though the hospital was only a few minutes away. When you got there, you trailed behind the sheriff, suddenly nervous, terrified of the news you might be walking into. Judy guided you to a seat in the waiting room while she went to the front desk. Your eyes never left the sheriff, watching as she whispered to the nurse. When Judy finished her conversation, she took the seat across from you.

“She’s still in surgery,” Judy whispered softly. You buried your head in your hands. You should have been there. You should have been there with her. You jumped when you felt a hand rest on your knee. ��I need to ask you some questions.” Judy rubbed your knee for comfort. “Okay?”

You nodded, lifting your head from your hands. You wiped at your eyes, wiping away the tears before they could begin to fall. You cleared your throat, straightening your back as you prepared for her questions. You knew she had a job to do. You knew she had to ask you questions simply because you were Tara’s girlfriend and that automatically made you a suspect if anything happened. You decided to focus on helping in any way you could and would try not to be offended or defensive about the questions she may have.

“Where were you between 9pm and 10pm?” Judy asked. She leaned back in her chair, pulling out her notepad but never losing her warmth.

“Work,” you rasped out. “I got there at five and was there until I got to Tara’s.”

“Will others be able to confirm this?”

You nodded. “Yeah, in fact my boss yelled at me for talking to Tara. There were customers throughout the night and some that were there my entire shift.”

Judy nodded, writing everything down in her notepad. “You talked to Tara?” her pen froze mid whatever she was writing.

“Yeah.” You scrunched your eyebrows not sure how that was relevant. “She called.”

“What time was that?”

“We were just starting to get busy so…” you tried to think back to just a few hours ago. You hadn’t really looked at the time and now there were a lot more pressing matters on your mind. “Probably just before nine thirty.” Judy sucked in a breath before dropping her eyes back down to her notepad, quickly scribbling down the new information. “Why?”

“What did you talk about?”

You scrunched your eyebrows again. “She was bored, she wanted me to entertain her.” You smiled thinking back to your conversation, back to when everything was normal. “We discussed the future, and I said I would come over when I got off.”

“Nothing was off?”

“Of course not,” you frowned. “Why? What don’t I know?”

Judy cleared her throat, trying to hide any of the emotions she might be feeling. “It seems Tara was texting Amber.” You tilted your head, you might not have liked Amber, but they were best friends, it wasn’t surprising Tara would text her if you couldn’t come over. “Someone cloned Ambers number to make it seem like Tara was talking to her, but they were using it to distract her. At the same time Tara answered an unknown number on the landline.” You blinked a few times, trying to clear your mind, trying to figure out what Judy was saying. “Based on the timeline it was minutes after you got off the phone with her.”

“What?” you whispered, your heart shattering. When you had talked to Tara, she had been okay, she had been safe. Maybe if you had stayed on the phone with her nothing would have happened, maybe you could have helped.

“What are you saying?” you shot to your feet, beginning to pace back and forth. “You’re saying someone toyed with her? Someone planned this?” you gripped your head, trying to make it make sense. “Why would someone do that? Who would do that? Who would want to hurt Tara?” you looked to Judy for answers, tears already threatening to fall.

“Tara was still conscious when my deputies got there,” Judy said slowly, keeping her voice even. “As she was being loaded into the ambulance, she said the person who attacked her was wearing a Ghostface mask.”

Your face paled. You lived in Woodsboro, of course you knew the story of Ghostface. You believe you saw the first movie a long time ago, but they weren’t really your thing, you honestly only watched horror movies when Tara did, and she wasn’t into Stab. You had never read any of the books either, they didn’t appeal to you. You heard the basics of the attacks though; you remembered seeing the 2011 killings on the news, you had been in sixth grade, and it was pretty big gossip at the time.

Despite your lack of knowledge there were two things you knew about Ghostface, two things all of them had in common. The victims of Ghostface were always connected to whoever was Ghostface or connected to his true target. That’s where you were lost, Tara wasn’t connected to anyone from the previous killings. Tara wasn’t connected to Sidney Prescott in anyway and she wasn’t connected to any of the past killers. Tara was chosen as this Ghostface’s first victim though, there had to be a reason.

“That doesn’t make any sense,” you whispered, slumping back down in the chair.

“I’ve only ever been through this once,” Judy said, pocketing her notepad. “From my experience though, I can say that it rarely does. There’s no logic to people like this.”

Before anything else could be said you caught sight of a white lab coat out of the corner of your eye. You shot to your feet again, turning to face the doctor as he approached. Judy followed, standing behind you and giving a comforting rub to your back as you waited for what the doctor had to say.

“How is she?” Judy asked.

“She lost a lot of blood,” the doctor said. “She was stabbed seven times.” You brought a hand to your mouth, trying to hold back the sob. “Once through the hand.” Your tears finally fell. “She also has a broken leg.”

“Will she be, okay?” you managed to ask, trying to control your sobs.

“It’ll take some time. A lot of rehab. But she’ll live.”

You nodded, letting out a shaky breath. Tara was alive and that’s all that mattered. “Can I see her?”

“Are you family?”

You scoffed. “I’m her girlfriend.” You knew it was hospital policy or whatever, but you would lose it if he didn’t let you in to see Tara for yourself.

“I’m sorry, visiting hours are over and only family is allowed to stay the night.”

You opened your mouth to argue with the man but stopped when you felt Judy’s arm leave your back, she stepped forward, so she was almost between you and the doctor. “Her mother is out of town,” Judy said softly. “She’s the closest thing the girl has. Surely you can make an exception doc.” The doctor didn’t look convinced, he looked like he was about to deny Judy as well. “Look, doctor, I get it’s your policy,” she smiled brightly. “But if you don’t let her into that room, she will be sleeping in your waiting room and harassing the nurses until she can get in.”

The doctor narrowed his eyes at Judy, but she just smiled sweetly at him. The doctor glanced at you, and you could only shrug and nod your head. It was true, you wouldn’t leave the hospital and you wouldn’t sleep until you could see Tara, therefore you would spend time annoying the nurses who probably had better things to do than listening to you.

“Fine,” the doctor said begrudgingly. “I’ll show you to her room.”

“Thank you,” you whispered to Judy.

Judy smiled, giving a small nod in return. “I have a deputy on the way, they’ll be outside Tara’s room until this bastard is caught.” You nodded, knowing that the guy who attacked Tara was still out there and would most likely come back, most Ghostface’s didn’t like when their victims lived. “I know I probably don’t have to say this but, don’t leave town.”

“Don’t worry,” you said. “I don’t intend to leave Tara’s side.”

“I figured,” Judy smiled at you, before taking her a seat again. “I’ll be right here until the deputy arrives.”

You gave her one last nod before following the doctor to Tara’s room. You knew she was alive, and you knew of her injuries, but your leg bounced the entire elevator ride. The doctor didn’t say anything as he led you through the empty halls until he finally came to a stop. He gestured to the door, and you whispered a small thank you to him as you rested your hand on the handle. You took a deep breath before pushing down on the handle and entered the room, quietly closing the door behind you.

Your eyes instantly filled with tears again as you saw the state of Tara. She was asleep, lying in the hospital bed. Her right leg was in a large boot and her left hand was all wrapped up; she even had an oxygen tube in her nose. You slowly moved to her bedside, looking down at your girlfriend, noticing how small she looked in the hospital bed.

You rested a hand on top of her head, running your fingers through her hair as you bent down giving her forehead a kiss. “I’m sorry,” you whispered into her hair. “I’m so sorry.”

You quickly wiped away your tears, making your way around to the other side of her bed. You took a seat, moving it closer to her bedside. You were on the side with her injured hand, meaning as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t hold it as you waited for her to wake up, but this side was the only side that gave you a full visual of the door. Tara already got attacked once when you weren’t with her, you wouldn’t let that happen again.

[lewisvinga]

the best trophy | lewis hamilton x fem! reader

summary; as much as lewis loved his and y/n’s fwb , he couldn’t help but want more. all it took was one grand moment for him to finally reveal his feelings

warnings; mentions of sex, cursing

word count; 1.12k

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minkyungseokie @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri

notes; requested ! manifesting the ending of this fr, tbh not proof read so lmk if there are any mistakes 😭😭

masterlist !

“I’ll see you tomorrow at the race?”

Lewis's voice filled the once quiet room as he watched Y/n shuffle around his hotel room to put back on the sweatpants she came in.

“If you promise me that Mercedes Hospitality has oat milk for my coffee.” She joked, still somewhat out of breath from their previous activities.

“You know I always make sure.” His tone was soft, watching as she slipped on her fuzzy slippers and fixed her messy hair. He ignored how his heart hurt when she walked towards his hotel room door. “Can’t have your stomach ruining your mood, can we?”

“You’re the best, Lew.” She said with a smile, wiping away the bits of mascara from under her eye. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Of course, tomorrow.”

They exchanged smiles before she left, leaving the Mercedes driver alone to his thoughts. A disappointed sigh escaped from his lips once the door shut. The bed seemed emptier than usual. It was like she was never there. The only trace of her was the scent of sex that remained in the room.

Lewis liked his friends-with-benefits situation with Y/n. They were friends who fucked whenever one wanted to. Sure the sex was great, amazing even in his opinion, but after a few months, he realized how he wanted something else. He wanted something more.

He hated that his heart longed for her after they finished their deed. He hated how he wanted to hold her in his arms and kiss her soft lips. He hated how he wanted to wake up with her in his arms and prepare breakfast for the both of them. He hated how he wanted to take her out on extravagant dates and gift her jewelry so expensive that you’d only ever gift them to your partner, not a friend.

And Lewis hated that he felt this way. He knew having any romantic feelings in a friends-with-benefits relationship would really ruin the friendship. He already treasured his friendship with Y/n and doubted she liked him romantically. The best choice was to just keep his feelings hidden out of fear of ruining the friendship.

He laid back and rested his head against his pillow. The same pillow that she was just laying her head against. His heart was heavy as his eyes fluttered shut with only Y/n on his mind.

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Y/n felt like she was about to faint as she watched Lewis start the very last lap of the race. Max was close behind him with George behind the Red Bull driver.

Her heart began to race as Lewis got closer and closer to the checkered flag. After losing the chance of his 8th world championship and Mercedes having a poor car while not listening to his suggestions, he had begun to lose faith. 2 years without a win and it was slowly killing him.

Thanks to a mistake from Red Bull during a pit stop, Lewis quickly gained the lead with around 15 laps to go and defended exceptionally from Max. He was seconds away from winning potentially one last time with Mercedes.

Time seemed to pass by slowly as Lewis passed the checkered flag.

“He has done it again! He breaks his own record and is now a 104x race winner! Lewis Hamilton wins the 2024 British Grand Prix! That’s a double podium for Mercedes!”

The Mercedes garage turned into a blur from everyone screaming and cheering at the race results. Y/n couldn’t hold back her tears and cheers as Bono shook her from excitement.

“C’mon, Y/n!” The engineer exclaims, grabbing her by the arm as they rush to the Parc Fermé. She ran after him, clutching her bag as she let out a laugh. She could see the 7-time world champion park his car into the 1st place spot from a distance.

Lewis was as emotional as ever. He finally got over a rough and dark patch. After Abu Dhabi 2021, after 2 years without a win, after having to deal with a poor car, he finally achieved the 104th win of his career. However, there was still something or someone he wanted to win.

He could see Y/n standing off to the side of the crowd of Mercedes workers. She wore a wide smile, wiping away her tears as she waited for him to get out of his car.

He knew he couldn’t hold his feelings anymore. He knew there was a time and place and tried to hold himself back as he ran over to his team. They all knock on his helmet, pat his back, and shout all due to being filled with happiness from his win.

He quickly took off his helmet and balaclava and was about to head over to her when he was stopped for his post-race interview. He glanced at her but she waved her hand, signaling him to go do the interview.

However, the moment it was over, Lewis ran over to Y/n instead of into the cooldown room. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he grabbed onto her waist, holding her close.

“Fuckin’ hell, Lewis, you’re something else-“

“Y/n, I can’t hold myself back any longer”. He quickly said, giving her waist a gentle squeeze. She furrowed up her eyebrows in confusion however a glint in his eyes told her enough.

“And I’m scared as fuck that you won’t like what I’m about to say. But I’ve been feeling like this for ages and I-“

Y/n couldn’t help but smile at his nervousness. She knew Lewis was about to go on a rant. She loosely runs her fingers through his braids causing him to stop speaking. “Lew?”

“Yeah?”

She pulled him closer, their lips just centimeters away from each other. “I’ve been feeling the same.” She whispers, glancing up at him through her lashes. His deep brown eyes widened in shock and joy.

Instead of saying anything, Lewis gently cups her cheeks before finally closing the small space between their lips. Their lips fit perfectly together as if they were made just for each other. Even if they’ve kissed during their late-night sessions, this kiss was different. It was sensual or lust-filled, it was filled with passion and love.

They both pulled away breathlessly, ignoring how the Mercedes team cheered at their kiss especially George who had to deal with all of their longing looks.

“So does this mean you’ll officially be mine?” He says, resting his forehead against hers.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Lewis lets out a breathy chuckle, tucking a strand of Y/n’s hair behind her ear. Before leaning in to kiss her again, he whispered, “You’re better than any win. You’re the best trophy I could get.”

[pyramid-of-starrs]

Just the thought of you writing prompt 15 is a good enough reason to wake up every morning so I humbly present this as a request

San has an Idea

Kinktober request: 15 boyfriend San, bestfriend Woo, threesome

Pairing: Pervy Boyfriend San x Fem reader x Bestfriend Wooyoung

Summary: After being left behind on a group trip, you, Woo and San hangout like normal in Sans room, that is until San makes a suggestion on a group activity.

Word Count: 3.6K

Kink: Threesome

Warning: Threesome, unprotected sex, mfm threesome, mxm interactions, double penetration, ass play (m receiving)

A/N: WooSan is my biases btw

Minors dni

“We should just have a threesome."

That was Sans first words in 10 minutes. Your boyfriend San was sat at his desk while you and both of your best friend Wooyoung was sat on Sans bed just hanging out in his room since the rest of the friend group took a 1 day trip to another haunted house out of town. You both looked up from your phone, the TikTok you were showing Wooyoung still playing on a loop.

"Did you guys hear me? I said we should have a-" San said but was interrupted.

"We- We heard you, where is that coming from though?" Wooyoung said holding up his hand to halt San from saying anymore vulgar words.

"I mean why not? Woo you're bi and have had threesomes before, I'm pretty open sexually, we're all attractive and find each other attractive. I'm sure you wouldn't be opposed to fucking Y/N, it's not like you never seen us fuck before." It felt like San was going on and on with multiple points being made on why his suggestion made perfect sense.

"Hold on dude, rather I've caught you guys having sex or not doesn't really matter, this is something way different. You would honestly be completely fine with me... having sex with Y/N even if you're involved?" Wooyoung questioned.

"My sweet bunny's pretty pussy is a gift to earth, of course I don't mind sharing with my closest friend." San said, Wooyoung shook his head at San then turned to you.

"Y/N, please say something to your boyfriend." That's when Wooyoung noticed you with your knees up in the corner of the bed covering your face with your arms.

"See man you made Y/N embarrassed." Wooyoung yelled at San.

"No, she isn't." San got up from his gaming chair and walked over to the bed to sit next you. You and San were sat at the head of the bed while Wooyoung was at the foot of it, San spread his legs on the bed and patted his lap, you knew what that meant so you crawled into his lap while avoiding eye contact, you both were now facing Wooyoung but you still tried to look down to avoid eye contact.

"You see Woo I know my bunny well, really well. She has no problem voicing what she isn't interested in doing, so when she didn't respond when I asked, I already knew what she wanted." San placed his hands under your knees and lifted them to bend them for you and spread them nice and wide. The loose short shorts you were wearing already left 0 to the imagination but then San pulled them to the side to reveal your already wet pussy to Wooyoung whose face was turning red. San rubbed his fingers between your folds earning soft whimpers from you, you put your head back on his shoulder as he smiled watching you fall apart so easily. "See Woo, her pussy is already dripping at the thought of both of us fucking her, isn't that right baby?" San asked

You nodded your head as your body was heating up.

"Come on Bunny give Wooyoungie a proper response." San looked up at Wooyoung and noticed his eyes were glued to your core.

"Y-yes." you said in a low voice, San removed his hand from your core to remove your shorts. San placed his hands back over your pussy, this time focusing on rubbing your throbbing clit, you kept your mouth shut while you continued to moan, slightly feeling shy from Wooyoungs staring but turned on as well.

"Come on Woo, I know you've been wanting to touch her since I introduced you two, go ahead." San said, Wooyoung was a bit shocked that San noticed his crush on you, he moved a bit closer to the two of you.

"Are you okay with this Y/N? Do you want me to touch you?" Wooyoung asked you, he would never want to do anything you weren't comfortable with. You frantically nodded your head as San applied more pressure to your clitoris, causing you to throw your head back.

Wooyoung was still hesitant but in the back of his mind he always hoped this moment would come. You two always made Wooyoung go into Bi-panic, you and San were a hot couple, The many times he caught you two in the act he found himself not knowing if he wished he was you or San. He decided to not waste any more time and finally got closer, he sat on his knees in front of you and his eyes was glued to your core. He watched San rub circles on your clit and how you would jerk at the sensation. He stuck out his index finger and rubbed your hole to get his fingertip wet before gliding it into your dripping cunt, the feeling of both Woo and San touching you causing you to yell out a string of curse words, you didn't even notice him put his middle finger in as well until he started to pump them both in and out of you. You bit your bottom lip from the stimulation as Woo sped up his pace, your hips starting to move on Sans lap.

"Woo my bunny likes praise, tell her she's doing a good job." San said nonchalantly like he wasn't prepping his girlfriend to be fucked by himself and his best friend. Wooyoung was in somewhat of a trans feeling your gummy wet walls contract around his fingers and watching your hole gush while you moaned.

"You're taking my fingers so well Y/N, does it feel good to have me and San touching you like this?" He asked, your mind was blanking, and you could barely comprehend what was being said to you, your eyes rolled back from the praise, and you felt your climax rushing toward you.

"He asked you a question don't be rude Bunny, give him an answer." San said while lightly ripping your chin and throat.

"Yes, Woo ahh~ it feels so good, please fuck your fingers into me more." San smiled at you falling apart and started to kiss you while speeding up the pace of his fingers on your clit, even with his tongue in your mouth your muffled moans could be heard. Wooyoung felt his dick getting harder watching you two kiss, hearing you moan for San made him want to make you do the same for him, he drove his finger deeper and faster into your cunt, trying to navigate finding your spot. Your body jerked hard and you yelped when he hit it and he knew what he had to do, he leaned forward to hit even deeper into you and lifted the hoodie you had on with nothing underneath, Wooyoung had been slyly eyeing your hard nipples the entire time he was hanging out with you and San so naturally he wasted no time pressing his lips on one of them.

You were going insane, the immense amount of pleasure you were feeling between Woo and San was damn near unbearable. San finally pulled back from the kiss, his fingers going even faster on your clit because he knew you were at your peak from how loud your moans were and how he watched your body shake, Woo could feel your pussy squeezing his fingers so much that you barely had room to move. It only took a few more seconds of this before you erupted, your cum shot out of you like a hose in the summer as you soaked Wooyoung, yourself and some of the bed. Wooyoung continued to pump his fingers into you to help you ride out your high then finally pulled back, San also removed his fingers from your clit and peeked your fucked out face a few times while you heavily breathed and shook.

"Good job bunny, squirting for me and Woo like a good girl, but we aren't done yet." San grabbed the bottom of your hoodie to remove it, leaving you bare in front of them. They laid you flat on the bed, both the men ogling you like you were their last meal, they couldn't keep their hands off you, Wooyoung gently massaging your thighs while San rubbed your shoulders, the attention they were giving you made you whine from the heat that was pooling in your pussy.

San moved down your body to massage your breast and nipples, you felt so sensitive to their touch, he made eye contact with Wooyoung.

"Woo, I think my bunny wants to be stuffed in her pretty pussy, can you do that for her?" San asked, Wooyoung looked up at him.

"A-are you sure San? Do you really want me to fuck her first?" Wooyoung asked, San laughed at him then gripped your cheeks and made you face Wooyoung.

"Look at that needy face Woo, do you want her to beg for your cock?" San looked down at you. "Bunny Woo wants you to beg for him to fuck you." The way San spoke to you made your pussy throb more, truth be told you wanted nothing more but to be fucked wide open by Wooyoung, you always wanted to feel his dick inside of you. The times he caught you two having sex and Wooyoung trying to hide his obvious boners and lustful gaze or even when he would casually talk about his hook ups with various people, you couldn't help but wonder how good he fucked.

"I want it so bad Woo, I want to feel you dick so deep in me, please fuck me." you said even with San squeezing your face, Wooyoung looked at your face and met your gaze, he knew you meant every word you said.

...

Both men stripped down fully except San who still had on his boxers, though Wooyoung was a bit smaller in girth and length he still had a quite impressive member. Wooyoung was slotted between your legs with his arms on each side of your head and your legs pressing closer to your chest. San was watching you two as he stood off the bed, Wooyoung wasn't focused on San, he just wanted to make you feel good which is why San gave him permission to fuck you raw. He leaned forward more to kiss you, unlike San Woo's kisses we much steamier and more passionate, he was slower and sensual, as he kissed your lips, his tongue danced with yours, he slid his dick into your heat, he ate your moans as you felt him glide deeper and deeper into you. He released your lips, and a pop could be heard along with the wet slapping noises your pussy was making. His pace was moderate, he wanted to enjoy the feeling of your cunt.

"Your pussy feels so amazing Y/N." He said looking into your eyes, his blown out pupils looking directly into your before he locked lips with you briefly again, you could absolutely understand why so many people were in love with him after he fucked him, it was like he was snatching your soul.

"How cute, but don't get to cocky Woo." San said, the both of you almost forgetting he was there. San reached into his nightstand while you and Woo continued, Woo's pace was steady, San grabbed lube from the night stand and covered his two fingers in it. Woo was so focused on you he didn't notice San walk behind him begin to tease his hole. A cute moan fell from Wooyoungs lips as you smiled at him, his strokes became sloppy as his hips couldn't keep a consistent pace.

"Trying put the moves on my bunny while I'm letting you fuck her sweet pussy tsk tsk Woo, I guess I have to punish you both for enjoying your selves a bit too much." San said as he continued to play with the rim of Wooyoungs hole, Woo felt sensitive under Sans touch especially with him still inside of you, he just couldn't keep a good pace which started to make you feel like you were being edged, you guessed this is what San meant by punishing both of you. You and Woo moaned out of sync while San laughed at you two acting needy and fucked out. "You can't even fuck straight do you want my fingers that badly Youngie?" such a cute nickname for such a dirty moment, Wooyoungs bangs covered his blushed face as he breathed heavily barely able to contain himself.

"Y-yes, yes San..." He was shy to admit it, but he wanted his best friends fingers to fuck his hole while he fucked you, nothing sounded better.

San had such a devious smile sprawled on his face. "You're so cute Youngie of course I'll give you what you want." San plunged his two lubed finger into Wooyoung, Woo’s body collapsed on top on you causing him to drop his dick deep into you with no warning, both you cried out in pleasure. "Come on Youngie hold it together so you can fuck my bunny properly." San said into Woos ear while he slowly fucked him. Wooyoung tried getting his bearings even with San knuckles deep inside of him, he started to rut against you then gradually picked up his pace, the close proximity made his pelvis brush your clit as well, you moaned into Wooyoungs ear, causing him to moan more. Woo kept a good pace in you, but San would strongly push his fingers into Woo causing him to go deeper into you. Woo hit your spot like San was hitting his, you both let out helpless whimpers and was close to your climax.

"Woo I'm gonna cum." You mumbled out, Wooyoung nodded and pecked your lips a few more times.

"Let's cum together okay Y/N?" you nodded as well and kissed him, he last a few more seconds until San tapped his spot rapidly causing Woo to do the same to you, as you came you felt the feeling of hot cum filling your belly and it just made you want more. San slowly removed his fingers from Wooyoungs ass and Woo pulled out of you and rolled next to you, both of you were in a daze.

San removed his underwear and got a condom from his nightstand to roll down his shaft. You laid still until you felt San flip you on your side and put one of your legs on his shoulder. "Are you ready for me bunny?" San asked

"Sannie pleaseee~ I want to feel you like I felt Woo, I want your cum in me too." You whined, your bratty nature showing, which is why San smacked your ass loudly, causing Woo to look over.

"Bunny, you know the rules, both of us couldn't handle that." Before you could combat further San lined himself up with your cunt and was able to slide right in, he really did want to fuck you raw until his cum covered your walls but realistically he knew it would feel too good and he wouldn't be able to go 2 minutes without fucking you, he barely had a control on how often he fucks you now. He held your thigh while he drilled his cock deep into you, you couldn't control yourself from cursing and moaning, he pounded your cervix so good you started screaming.

"Poor Y/N you're so loud you wouldn't want to bother the neighbors, let me close your mouth for you." Wooyoung said springing into action after he got hard watching how San fucked you. He made his way up to your face sitting on his knees in front of you with his length in hand, you knew what was next and opened your mouth nice and wide for him. Woo gripped the back of your head with one hand and back of your neck with the other then eased your mouth onto his dick. Woo stuffing your mouth and San fucking your abused pussy was something you only saw in dreams, they both worked in tangent using you as a fuck toy for their pleasure and yours.

"Bunny Woo just fucked you and you're still so tight, I love this pussy." San said, his pace already showing that he was nearing his climax.

"Her mouth feels so fucking good too Sannie, you lucky bastard." Wooyoung also was reaching his end as he fucked your throat, your eyes rolled back and you gagged out moans on Woo's dick, you've never felt this much pleasure before and your mind was going blank, all you could think about is the way they were fucking you. Your pussy started to contract around Sans cock while you gagged and drooled on woo.

"I know I'm so lucky to have such a good cockslut to use and share when I want, I can feel her cumming again now." San said, and he wasn't wrong you lasted a few more strokes as you came on Sans Latex covered dick, San continued to fuck you, pushing you into over stimulation while Woo pumped his dick into you a few more times then finished in your throat, tears ran down your face as you swallowed his load. San came into the condom watching you drink Woo's cum, he pulled out and Woo did as well, San pulled you up and kissed you, his tongued explored every inch and corner of your mouth.

"You're so greedy bunny, drinking all of Woo's cum and not sharing." San said, it made Wooyoung blush. "Can you keep going bunny?"

"Yes Sannie, please, I want more, but please no condom this time." San sighed at your request. He removed the rubber from his dick as his cum slid down his shaft, Wooyoung was genuinely impressed by the amount of stamina you two had as he was still gasping from the last load.

"How about me and Youngie both fuck you Bunny, would you like that?" San asked.

"Please yes, I want you both please." San smiled at you cutely begging like a slut.

"Are you sure you can take both of us Y/N?" Wooyoung asked not wanting to push you too far, he obviously didn't understand just how much of a slut you were.

"Yes Woo, please, fill me up." You said eagerly. San didn't waste any more time discussing and laid back on his back, he pulled you on top and you sank down on his length, your eyes rolling back as you gripped his shoulders. Though your cunt was overstimulated you just wanted more and more you bounced on Sans length a few times then you felt Wooyoungs bare chest press against your back, you felt his hard dick on your ass while he kissed your neck a few times. You both slowly leaned toward San until you were pressed against his chest.

"Are you ready Y/N?" Wooyoung asked, you nodded again and Wooyoung slowly pressed his dick into your already occupied hole. The feeling was surreal, once Woo was fully inside, they both waited for your go ahead to move.

"Are you okay bunny?" San asked.

"Yes, please move, I want more." San started to buck his hips and so did Woo, when one pulled back the other moved deeper in, you've never felt so full.

"You're such a good little whore for us Bunny, taking both our cocks like this." San said rubbing your back.

"Do you like how well we’re stuffing your pussy Y/N? You're still so tight, squeezing me and Sannie like you want to milk us dry." Wooyoung said into your ear. You couldn't help the noises that filled the room from both your mouth and your cunt. Tears filled your eyes as you drooled a bit, your mind was empty, gone, completely fucked out.

"Oh no Youngie I think we fucked her dumb, little bunny can't even speak any more." San said laughing at you to taunt your fucked out state, he bucked his hips faster and so did Woo, though San loved fucking you stupid he did know that you were reaching your limit, so he had to finish soon. "Do you want both of our loads to fill your pussy bunny?"

"I bet she does Sannie, I bet she would love having our cum stuffed deep in her needy cunt, let's fill her up." Wooyoung said, both men’s pace became feral as they pounded into your fucked pussy. San brought you back down to earth as he brought you in for a kiss, his mouth now cold from the previous spit still on his lips. Once he finished kissing you Woo was right behind you to also kiss you, once he released you, he leaned up to grip your hips while San grabbed your thighs. They relentlessly fucked into you until you saw stars then felt both their loads filling your abused cunt, you yelled out a rush of curse words as their load seeped into your womb.

...

It took you an hour to finish in the bathroom after San had to literally carry you in so you could pee and shower. Once you were done you returned to Sans room, a new sheet set was put on the bed and San was back on his game while woo scrolled on his phone under the covers. They both looked up at you once you entered the room.

"Are you okay bunny? Want a snack?" San asked.

They just planned to go back to normal like they didn't just fuck your brains out?

"I- ya know what?

Yeah, I do actually." You said not even trying to put logic on those two.

San smiled at you warmly. "Okay, Woo can make us some food and we can go again a few more times!"

Of course this wasn't over.

[chilschuck]

ok ridiculously specific request: reader with laios party + namari, namari and reader are talking in dwarvish about reader’s crush on chilchuck within earshot of him… then reader and chil are alone later when he reveals he speaks a few languages (from union stuff?) including dwarvish… hehehe

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ ANON THIS WAS SUCH A PRECIOUS IDEA. i’ve been looking so forward to getting to it, and now i’m finally able to give you something for it!!! hopefully it’s okay!!! <333

— HELPFUL: chilchuck x gn!reader.

꒰ warnings: ꒱ none! sfw + short but sweet! mutual pining???

꒰ wc: ꒱ 792

✦ so sorry if this didn’t turn out how you had envisioned it!!! i might’ve??? made them a lil ooc, but i just started going and couldn’t stop hgdjhdkdjdk. this was so so cute so i really hope you enjoy!!! <333

You and Namari had always been close, chatting with each other every chance you got. It was always nice to be able to speak with her in a language you were pretty confident not many others in the party knew, so tonight was no different.

Taking a sip of her drink, Namari let out a chuckle at your words. Knowing she didn’t have to quiet her own too much for this, she asked the question you’d been hoping to avoid. Little did you know, the conversation in Dwarvish between the two of you was being taken in by someone you didn’t expect.

“So, how’s that crush going? Still pining after you-know-who?” Namari asked with a big smile, her gaze locked on yours as she spoke. You let out a sigh, replying in kind.

“I feel like it’s gotten worse. Not like he’ll ever acknowledge it if he’s realized, though. All I can do is hope he hasn’t yet.” Your voice was laced with a tone of displeasure, having convinced yourself this was all one sided. Namari gave a reassuring pat to your back, that smile not leaving her features.

“Hey, you never know. What I know, though, is he’s a bit emotionally constipated. Do with that what you will.” Her own bark of laughter caused you to laugh in reply, taking a moment to take a drink.

Chilchuck frowned, furrowing his brow while taking a sip from his own cup. Yet, this revelation had him feeling… hopeful? You thought of him in that way? The half-foot continued to listen in, waiting to hear what you had to say next.

“I really like him, Namari… He’s so helpful, resourceful, handsome… I feel like we all can really count on him. I just wish I wasn’t such a coward.” A sigh left you, burrowing your face in your hands. The dwarf next to you tutted, waving off your shyness.

“Yeah, well, don’t forget how helpful you are, too.”

Namari was right, and even Chilchuck nodded to himself at that. After the fact he had to recover from the fact you thought he was handsome. He coughed quietly into his drink.

“Helpful enough to make him notice me?” Your voice was so meek in this language, he realized. It was so different than how you usually were, which only made his mind reel a bit at listening in to such a private conversation. The tips of his ears were still a little red from hearing your pining, which certainly wasn’t one-sided.

“If he’s smart, he’s already noticed how helpful you are.” She smirked, elbowing you in the side lightly. You couldn’t help but snort at that, noticing Senshi getting ready to put the dishes from dinner up. “Sure, sure… Let me go help put things away for the night. I’ll be back.”

Chilchuck watched as you took your plates to be washed, walking past his spot to carry everything to the water. Pausing for a moment, he took his own plate to follow you.

As you began finishing up the last few plates you had, soon moving on to the cups, you heard Chilchuck clear his throat behind you.

“Hey, need me to take care of that?” You motioned to his plate, watching as he reached for the rag next to you. Chilchuck shook his head, beginning to help you. “Nah, I came to help you, actually.”

You smiled and gave a thanks in reply, the silence comfortable between the two of you. A few beats of quiet passed before he cleared his throat.

“So, haven’t heard you speak Dwarvish in a while.” He muses, setting aside a plate after drying it. “It’s nice to see you and Namari chat again.”

Biting your tongue, you gave a light laugh at his words. “Yeah, it’s nice to have another common language like that.” Another beat of silence, before he gives a light grin.

“You know, I happen to speak a few languages myself. With working in the union, and all.” Your blood ran cold, nearly dropping the plate in your hands. Before you could reply, he brought his gaze to your own.

“By the way… I guess I must be pretty smart. Since I’ve noticed how helpful you are and all. Her words, not mine.” Chilchuck gave a playful smirk, taking the plate from your hands to dry. “Oh, and maybe you shouldn’t assume how I feel. Even if I’m ’emotionally constipated.’”

Your mouth was dry, trying to form the thoughts bouncing around in your head into words to say. As he dried the final dish, he turned to walk off, not before saying one final thing to you in Dwarvish.

“You’re cute when you act all shy.”

You’ll have to get him back for that.

— dividers by @/cafekitsune! <333

[azurefanfics]

Incoming call from Lover Boy <3

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: A late night call from your lover Wonwoo after successfully wrapping up his second Tokyo concert.

Note: To celebrate Nana Tour coming to an end I decided to FINALLY write the fic idea I’ve had since episode 1. Please forgive my rusting writing skills - it’s the first fic I’ve actually written in years!

“Incoming call from Lover Boy <3”

The familiar nickname flashed up on your screen, causing you to pause in your reading, smiling slightly at the phone. It was just a joke at first - changing your boyfriend’s nickname in your phone to see how he would react, but the sheepish pink blush that painted his cheeks whenever he caught a glimpse of it drove you to keep it that way ever since.

Your phone continued to buzz angrily, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“What’s up?” you questioned, picking up the phone right away. It wasn’t unusual for Wonwoo to call you when he was away, but you knew he’d just wrapped up a concert that night and usually he’d prefer to either celebrate with the boys or just sleep, especially this late.

“Sorry baby, were you asleep?” a familiar face came into view, picking up on the slightly sleepy tone of your voice and voicing out his concerns.

“No, I was just finishing up this chapter, don’t worry. Is everything ok? What happened to drinking with the guys?” you asked, turning your camera on in turn.

“I had a drink already, but I thought I’d turn in early or else I’d be up all night with those idiots. We do fly out at 6 am after all.” The rosy flush that dusted over his features revealed the truth in his statement, as he shook his head fondly at the questionable sleeping habits of his members. “Besides I couldn’t miss out on speaking with you, it’s the highlight of my day.”

This made you smile a little to yourself. Although you’ve never doubted your boyfriend’s love for you, it still felt good to hear that your presence lights up his day in the same way his does to yours.

As you continued chatting about anything and everything - mostly the boys’ antics during the concert - Wonwoo began to remove the remnants of his stage makeup and get ready for bed. You did the same, basking in the moment of shared domesticity despite the ocean between you both. Despite all of the moments you’ve shared together, perhaps watching him sleepily rub his eyes with makeup remover is the most romantic of them all.

Before long, Wonwoo was done cleaning his face and headed back into the hotel bedroom as the two of you chatted. The lights went out with a click and you heard faint shuffling noises as Wonwoo struggled with his clothes. Eventually, he turned on the bedside lamp to reveal himself lying down, shirtless with his glasses on and his head on the pillow.

“You should take your glasses off hun, that’s got to be uncomfortable”, you chastised him, “and that can’t be good for the frames either”.

“No, I want to see you properly”, came the petulant response, “I won’t be able to actually hold you until tomorrow so this is the best I can get”.

“I can’t wait until you’re home.” you sighed. Although it had only been a few days, the pandemic and the fact that you were able to go with them on the last tour meant that times where you’d been away from Wonwoo were few and far between. Although the two of you had been very lucky in that regard, it did make time apart more of a struggle.

“Me neither, it’s not the same sleeping in these hotel rooms without you…”, he sighed. “I’ll be home tomorrow though! Do you have any plans? I know you’re working but maybe we could have a night in? We can watch a movie and order food? Oh! We should try out that new pizza place near ours, you know, the one Mingyu was talking about?”

“Oh yes! He made it sound so good - I’ve been wanting to check it out for a while! We should get extra and then we can have some leftovers for breakfast the next day!”

“…Babe… What are you talking about…. Pizza isn’t breakfast, you monster.” he deadpanned. At this, your cheeks puffed out a little in frustration.

“Breakfast can be whatever you want it to be! You can’t convince me that you had a healthy breakfast every day when you were living with Mingyu!”

As you continued to bicker back and forth about the validity of various breakfast(?) foods, you took a second to admire your breathtaking boyfriend. Even with his face smooshed into the pillow and his glasses askew, his handsome features and plush lips pulled into a subtle smile never failed to make you swoon.

Eventually the conversation turned to your days, catching up on everything that had happened since you last spoke. Although yours was quite uneventful - “just my manager being an idiot, as always” - Wonwoo was full of stories of shopping with the boys earlier that day.

“And then Hoshi just ran away with Coups’ crutches! He was just sat there on the floor pouting!”

As you giggled at his latest story, Wonwoo couldn’t help but join in as well. Your laughter never failed to give him the deepest joy - he would share stories until his throat ran dry, just to see you smile. He’d even endure the endless teasing from his members to buy magazines with his own face on to bring back to you. He didn’t understand why you needed them when you had the real thing - “They’re good to make collages out of, ok? Don’t judge me!” - but he’d dutifully bring them home to you to catch a glimpse of that bashful blush and shy smile of yours.

As your giggles died down, a wave of exhaustion washed over you and you couldn’t hold back your yawn. Despite doing your best to stifle it off camera, your ever attentive boyfriend still caught on.

“Are you tired baby? Sorry for keeping you up, we can always catch up tomorrow instead”, he said apologetically.

“No, no, if anyone should be tired it’s you. You’re the one that just finished a whole concert! Besides, I like hearing you talk. Tell me more about your day”.

At your gentle prompting, Wonwoo launched into another story about Dino’s latest antics. Despite his animated retelling of the members bullying their maknae, you felt calmed by his voice and felt yourself slowly being lulled to sleep. As your eyes drooped further, a gentle “sleep well baby” was the last thing you heard before your eyes shut completely.

—

The next morning you wake up to a text received at 4 am:

‘Sorry honey, we’ll have to take a rain check on our plans today. I’ve been kidnapped’

‘We’re going to Italy. I’ll bring you back some limoncello to make it up to you x’

You wracked your sleep-addled brain trying to make sense of his message before you remembered - Youth Over Flowers! You felt a slight twinge in your chest at having to cancel your date night, but that was quickly overtaken by excitement for your boyfriend, whom you know has never been to Italy before. You had considered visiting together in the past, but you’d never been able to make it work with your boyfriend’s packed schedule. Your boyfriend had rarely been able to go abroad for leisure at all in the past, let alone with almost all his members. The fact that Na PD somehow managed to surprise the boys, despite them losing all hope of the trip actually happening, just made it that much more sweet.

As you set to work looking up restaurant recommendations in Italy to make sure that your boyfriend was able to enjoy his trip to the fullest, a knock sounded on your door. Jumping out of bed and pulling on a dressing gown, you quickly made your way to the door.

“Pizza for Y/N?” It was the pizza place you’ve been wanting to try.

“I don’t think I ordered this? Do you have the wrong place?” you responded, bewildered.

“It was ordered to this address under the name of Jeon Wonwoo. There was a note left on the receipt.” At that your heart swelled, and you accepted the box gratefully from the delivery driver.

As you settled down at the kitchen table with the still hot box, you unfolded the receipt and took in the message your lover left for you.

“Sorry I can’t be there today baby. Please take this as my peace offering while I’m off expanding my pizza horizons in Italy. I hope you have a good day at work, can’t wait to see you soon! 10 days can’t go by fast enough. Please wait for me a little longer love <3”

You smiled softly at the thought of him, bleary eyed, having to pack all of his belongings in a rush, but still taking the time to think of you.

You took a bite of the piping hot pizza covered in your favourite toppings - delicious. Who ever said pizza wasn’t a breakfast food anyway?

[darnell-la]

Hii, I was wondering if you wrote for Scott Summers? <3

note: here is a little smut for Scott Summers. We’ve never written about this character, but we will start. We’ve had a few requests about him. They will be answered soon!

———

“It’s been a long day!” Scott said in the shower as y/n entered his room, already dressed in her nightgown. They used to occasionally lay together until a week ago when they finally did it. Ever since he’s asked her to stay with him.

“I know, with you and your friend Logan,” y/n snickered as Scott groaned loudly and shut off the shower to get out and dry himself off.

“That son of a bitch. Can’t work without him askin’ about me and you. Did you know he could smell us? Fuckin’ perv,” Scott shook his head, sounding upset but in actuality, he liked the thought of people or someone knowing you were with him.

“Oh, you’ll be fine,” y/n said as she got under the covers. She’s had a long day as well, but she knew it wasn’t as bad as Scott’s. Dealing with Logan isn’t something everyone wants to do.

“Could go for a snack,” Scott yawned as he made his way out of his bathroom. “I’m already tucked in,” y/n said as she turned around to face Scott and god, he looked amazing. He always did.

“C’mon, babe — I’m hungry,” the man said, still not looking at the young lady as he dried his hair. “I’m sure,” y/n scanned the man’s body. The man was lean, and his v-line pocked out hard.

“Fine,” the man sighed as he threw the towel away and finally looked at y/n. Seeing her lost at the view of his wet body, made him smirk.

“I-I’m just tired,” y/n shook herself out of her thoughts as she tucked herself deeper into his covers. “Is that so?” The man said as he walked towards the bed, watching her chest rise.

“Yes, now, come on,” y/n said, avoiding eye contact as he crawled on the bed. She thought he’d lie next to her, but instead, the man hovered over her, looking right into her shy eyes.

“Maybe I already have a snack right here,” Scott spoke low, body leaning down and going under the covers. “Scott, I- Not right now,” y/n said, hands running through his hair, but she knew he wouldn’t. He was an eater. He couldn’t hoop himself.

“Ssh,” was all he said as he spread this hits thighs, taking a nice look at the wet patch she had. She was always wet, and he was always ready.

“I know you just showered, but fuck, y/n — How do you get this soaked?” Scott teased with a laugh as he hooked onto y/n’s panties and pulled them to the side, revealing her pimpled lips.

“D-Don’t know,” y/n awkwardly laughed, trying to stay calm, but when Scott was this close to her, it was hard. “Of course, you don’t, baby,”

Scott had wasted no time sucking onto y/n’s cunt, taking her folds in his mouth before French kissed her bud.

“F-Fuck, Scott,” y/n grabbed the sheets as her feet curled. “Mhm hm?” He hummed into her heat, sending a shock throughout her body.

“Shit, I- Oh my god,” she tried taking deep breaths, but the way he slobbered all over her cunt, made it hard to keep quiet.

Was this what Logan was talking about? Could he smell the sex? Does everyone know about her and Scott?

Y/n felt a small panic, but that soon turned into lust. The thought of people knowing Scott claimed her made her feel something she’d never felt before.

“G-Gonna- Gonna-“ y/n tried saying as her body locked up, and her skin felt numb. A harsh orgasm was pulled from her. She came all over Scott’s face, making him lick at her to get it all out and into his mouth. He loved her taste. She tastes amazing.

[savannahsdeath]

Can't stop thinking about sporty!Ellie and cheerleader! reader, and I love love love your writing style, would you mind writing smth about em? <33

first of all THANK YOU💞and of course 🙏

SOCCER!ELLIE WILLIAMS X CHEERLEADER!READER

part 1one

part 2two

mdni please<3

summary: ellie, as one of the best soccer players in the campus, is used to get everything she wants..until you

warnings: 18+!! please

writers note: i had this idea for a long time and i literally waited for someone to ask about it omg i just cant decide wether to make a part2 or not😓

"so it's not just gonna happen like that,

'cause I ain't no hollaback girl"

You and other cheerleaders had a rehearsal while one of your school soccer teams practised in the field behind you. This whole 'rehearsal' was just an excuse to meet and watch the footbal game, as you all already knew every move of your not-complicated plan.

You sat on one of the benches, listening to your friends talk, as you watched the players run after each other. She rolled up her shirt to 'wipe the sweat off of her forehead' but everyone knew it's just an attempt to show of her toned body. For a second she revealed hers simple, black, sports bra. Some girls, obviously the lesbian ones, started giggling and biting their lips, even though Williams didn't seem to care. You could proudly admit you're the only one who wasn't eating out of her hand - your friend had to nudge your arm with her elbow, whispering little; "Look at her!" to make you give Ellie some attention.

"That's disgusting." You mumbled, clearly meaning girls' reaction, not the girl herself.

"What? Why does that even matter?" Asked Lucy, nudging you once more. "Just look at her. Look at that body. Don't you want that for yourself?" She chuckled, and you frowned, but you couldn't help but stare at the attractive girl on the field. Her skin glistened in the summer sun, and her abs were defined in the most distracting way possible. Suddenly, the soccer practice wrapped up, and Ellie walked over to the group of girls. Lucy winked at you. "Enjoy the show."

"Hi, ladies." She playfully greeted your group.

"Heyyy, Ellie." Lucy said with a grin. The other girls in the group greeted her warmly as well, but you remained quiet.

She glanced over at you and smiled, noticing your silent and slightly annoyed expression. "Not feeling well?" She asked, her smile becoming a teasing smirk.

You couldn't stop yourself from rolling your eyes. "I'm just fine." You murmured, your gaze shifting to Ellie for a short second.

Her teasing smirk grew wider. "Oh, come on. You can look at me longer than that." She chuckled, raising her eyebrows at you. Ellie leaned in closer, and you could feel the heat on her body as she spoke. "Isn't it a little weird that you haven't been checking me out like all the other girls here?"

"They're the weird ones. Drooling at the sight of you kicking a ball." You pointed at each one, making fun of them, just like always. They all laughed as you turned back to Ellie, fixing your skirt.

"That's fair." Ellie smirked again, leaning closer, which caused your friends to make 'ooh-ing' and 'aah-ing' noises. Suddenly, she bent down and picked up your water bottle. "Mind if I take a sip?" She asked but before you could answer, she was already unscrewing it. You couldn't help but awkwardly look down as her lips touched the spot that yours usually occupied.

"No, actually, I do mind that." You exclaimed, trying to reach for the bottle. But Ellie stepped back, teasing you with it, as if it was some kind of game.

"Aw, come on. Sharing is caring, right?" She said, still smirking.

"You're ridiculous." You said, glaring at Ellie. She laughed, not at all bothered by the tension between the two of you.

Luccy shook her head and whispered; "Jesus, she's so into you."

"Into me? She's ruining our practices with those little antics!" You shouted in a whisper, trying to make it seem unsuspectingly.

"Yeah - to get your attention. Can't you see that?" She stopped for a second, trying to come up with any examples. "Do you remember when you missed one of our meetings? She came to us, immediately asking 'Where's your leader, girls?' even though two other girls weren't there too! But of course she noticed your absence first." She seemed to notice the look on your face - the 'shut up, you're overreacting' one, so she quickly continued; "And when we told her you had to go to the doctor she looked worried. Fucking worried! Can you beli-...?"

Your friend stopped speaking as she saw Ellie getting closer again. She gave you your water back and ruffled your hair, sitting in front of you.

You knew what's going to happen - as soon as other girls will stop paying attention to her, she'll start tease, compliment, sometimes taunt you for a while. Before she could make any comment on your 'too tight top' or 'too insipid water', you stood up and hugged Lucy, murmuring simple; "I'm tired, I'll go home earlier." You waved to the rest of the group and went to an empty, as always in the afternoon, dressing room.

Instead of changing back to 'everyday clothes', you sat down and started pointlessly scroll through the internet. You got so caught up in reading one of the 'See if your cat is healthy!' articles (you don't have a cat) that only someones' footsteps brought you down to earth. You went into one of the changing rooms, hoping to finally dress up, but you were still focused on your phone.

Eventually, someone started speaking.

"I don't know, it's weird. Cheerleaders weren't supposed to be so stubborn." You heard Ellie's voice, followed by her footsteps. It sounded like she was nervously pacing around the room. "I mean, they aren't, just the leader. The prettiest, yet the hardest to get." A pause. "What? No! She's definitely into girls. She was dating the captain of the rival's team.. What was her name again?" Another pause. "Right, Vi. What does she has, that I don't?" And another pause, much longer this time.

Vi was your ex girlfriend - you two broke up after she cheated on you. There was a huge drama going on, almost everyone in school turned out to be involved. It was long ago though, you already moved on.

You frowned, trying to hold back your amusement. Ellie's voice was almost... desperate.

She laughed, breaking your thoughts. "I know, I know! But jesus, what is wrong with her? I make it so obvious!... What? Of course, I'm not saying- Look, she's not easy, that's the best part. I don't remember anyone else reacting so negatively to my teasing comments. Her friend told me-... Hush, that's what I'm saying!"

You froze. Of course she was talking about you, you knew she does. Her teammates or other cheerleaders always tell you when she does. 'Ellie was asking, if you-' this, 'Ellie asked me to tell you-' that. She could have everyone she'd want to, except you. That's why she was so obsessed with you, you expected her to rant about it. What catched you off-guard was 'Her friend told me-'. Lucy knew everything about you - the fact you hate Ellie's attitude but it turns you on at the same time, too. The fact you don't check her out in public isn't because you don't find her attractive, quite the opposite - you don't want to get distracted, too. How much of those embarrasing behaviours Ellie may know about from your dear friend?

The call ended but you could still hear her pacing around.

'What am I doing? I'll just change up and go home, like nothing happened ' you thought. And that would be really the best option but when you looked around, you realised you left your backpack outside.

Ellie seemed to notice that too, muttering some curse words.

There was no point in hiding. You came out and tossed your phone to your bag. Her eyes awkwardly followed you, she was waiting for you to speak up.

"I may accidentally overhear something." You said, pretending to look for something in your backpack.

"I figured that out already." She said sarcastically.

"Well..." You turned around to face her. "What do you expect from me?"

She chuckled, her embarrassment fading away. "Any reaction would be good. I just need to know..." She took a few steps towards you and thought about it for a moment, before adding; "Or you can pretend you heard nothing."

Now it was your turn to laugh. "And let you get away with it? No, thanks. That was fucking weird, you should feel bad. Who were you even talking to? Your mom?"

She smirked, leaning on the table you were standing near to. "A teammate, actually. You know Riley? Or are you so busy pretending you're not staring at me the whole practices that you don't remember any other players?"

You decided to ignore her last question. "Oh yeah, yeah, Riley. She's the blonde haired one, right?" You asked, pretending to remember.

"No, she's not. Whatever." Ellie leaned in closer, putting her elbows on the table and looking you in the eyes. "Look, I won't pretend that I wasn't talking about you. I like you, okay? Simple as that."

"Here you are, all that just for shits and giggles." You said, still grinning, obviously taking it as a joke. It's Ellie fucking Williams, of course she's just messing around! "You're lucky I'm not completely cruel, or I'd punch you by now."

Ellie smirked at you, her eyebrows still raised. She seemed to enjoy teasing you, but there was a seriousness in her eyes that she tried to hide. You wondered if she was just flirting, or if these feelings truly meant something to her. "Why won't you just kiss me instead?"

You rolled your eyes.

Ellie was persistent, that was for sure. She was also gorgeous, which only made her all the more seductive. "Why not?" she asked with a grin.

"Because I don't go around kissing every girl that flirts with me." You laughed.

"Am I not special enough for you?" She pouted. She was still a flirty mess, but now you were starting to think she might mean this. She was actually asking you for a kiss, as if she expected you to say yes.

"I don't kiss just anybody." You said, trying to be as serious as possible. "You're going to have to earn it."

Ellie raised her eyebrows, clearly intrigued by your response. She looked at you with a sly smirk, and you could tell she really wanted that. "How do I earn it?" She asked, getting closer to you.

"Win the tomorrow's match." You patted her back and left, not waiting for her reaction.

Tomorrow's match - two best teams and leaders rivaling - Ellie and the well known Vi.