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norrisainz33 · 1 day ago

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indy || po5

summary: after working a fellowship with mclaren f1 team, you get offered your dream job but the only catch is…. they’re actually sending you to indiana

pairing: pato o'ward x nonfamous!!reader

fc & warnings: becky g kinda and poorly translated spanish and very minor bad language

requested: yes!! omg my first pato fic and request! wahoooo!!!

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ynuser: AMIGAS!!!! i landed my dream job!!! say hello to arrow mclaren's newest full time photographer!! but please be for real with me rn how many aura points am i losing by moving to indiana………

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friend1: ay dios mío. indianapolis??? wHY

ynuser: no ik BUT why NOT!?

yourbff: i’m so proud of you hermosa chica

ynuser: gracias mi amor

friend2: ngl homie …. a decent amount of aura points

ynuser: ok…. and if i said i actually applied to work in the uk with the mclaren f1 team but they said actually we wanna send you to indycar instead then would i gain any back?

friend2: now hold on you should’ve lead with that

yoursibling: nooooooo you’re leaving me to go to INDIANA?!

ynuser: visit me loser

yoursibling: no!

friend3: too busy looking at how hot you are to even react to the caption

ynuser: 😘😘😘😘😘

friend4: congrats bb girl

ynuser: gracias 🤍

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ynuser: shes beauty, shes grace, shes me trying to figure out what an overcut is (send help) 😌😌 had the best weekend in st pete! thanks for having me florida xx

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friend1: the way i have followed all indycar and arrow mclaren socials despite not even know what an indy car is just to see all the amazing pics mi amiga takes

ynuser: fan behavior! jk love you bebe

arrowmclaren: welcome to the team y/n!

ynuser: thank you arrowmclaren! couldn't be happier to be here

patriciooward: i'll teach you! solo di cuándo [just say when]

ynuser: 🤯 say less

yoursibling: oh so you'll invite me to indiana but not florida? fake

ynuser: ungrateful for the invite to my new home so no fun trips for youuuuuuu

yourbff: ok hermosa, lo que digas! [ok gorgeous, whatever you say]

ynuser: 😘😘

nolansiegel: great to meet you this weekend y/n! thanks for the sick pics

ynuser: likewise nolan!! ofc its literally my job

user1: so you're the photographer who took those perfect pics for me and my friends!! thank you for being so kind and for indulging us 🤍

ynuser: omg of course!! you guys had the cutest outfits there was no way i wasn't going to photograph xx

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friend2: now hold up..... who dis?

ynusr: heheheheh a driver for mclaren

friend2: he can drive right into me fr

ynuser: ASFGNKF jajajajaja

yourbff: oh you weren't kidding he handsome handsome

ynuser: painfully so.... and he's so nice?? and funny?? and speaks spanish??? and laughed at all my jokes???? and said i looked pretty????? and explained all of indycar to me????

yourbff: nah im OUT

ynuser: he was like lowkey flirting and im freaking out

yourbff: DETAILS NOW

ynuser: well we went out for drinks after our media day here in long beach so he could give me a rundown of indycar right? and like it started professional but after a drink or two he put his hand on the back of my chair, leaned in way closer than necessary and started asking me all these questions about myself instead. like?? sir?? and the whole time his thumb was just casually rubbing little circles on my back like it was nothing??? i was trying to remember the different tire types and he’s over casually giving me bedroom eyes like its nothing. and MAYBE IT IS IDK!!!!

yourbff: i'm speechless. no one casually acts like that w out something behind it no no

ynuser: thats what im saying

yourbff: have you talked since?

ynuser: yes he texted me and said AND I QUOTE: "i really enjoyed getting to know you. lets do this again."

yourbff: i was JUST wearing my pants. no idea where they have gone.

yourbff: he wants you. only explanation.

ynuser: girl pls 😭😭😭😭😭😭

yoursibling: now you're posting a MAN ?! ay dios mío

ynuser: you will never let me live

friend3: your ability to make friend with everyone is incredible. i am so jealous of you

ynuser: omg stoppp

friend4: blah blah blah proper name back story

ynuser: you get it

friend5: i thought we were team penske in this house

ynuser: idk who house your in but it ain't mine!

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user2: WHO THIS I INOW THAY AINT MY GIRL ELBA

frosenqvist: this who i think it is?

patriciooward: the chica i was talking about? yes 😏

frosenqvist: ohhhhh making moves huh?

patriciooward: if you mean getting her her favorite coffee and making her giggle then yes

frosenqvist: perfect

user4: PATITOT WHI IS THIS

davidmalukas: oh !

patriciooward: 😊

user5: ok so i’m gonna go camp at this coffee shop now

ynuser: omg not the candid what is this……. ugh at least i look good here

patriciooward: you look good everywhere

ynuser: omg 🥹 gracias pato

patriciooward: de nada y/n/n

user9: pato please don’t do this to me. i thought we had something special

nolansiegel: elba looks different here

patriciooward: hehe you know it’s not elba

nolansiegel: so things are going well with your girl then?

patriciooward: yes they are 😉

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friend1: you look incredible

ynuser: thank you my love ❤️‍🔥

friend2: CAN HE FIGHT BC I WANT YOU

ynuser: honestly i don’t think he can but he won’t have to bc i’m all yours mi amiga

nolansiegel: omg bestie im a private story bestie i could cry

ynuser: you do realize you’re my favorite person in all of indiana right?

nolansiegel: omg this literally made my day i dont think you understand

nolansiegel: now tell me…… is this outfit for a certain teammate of mine 🤨

ynuser: 😔 maybe

nolansiegel: well between you and me that teammate can’t stop talking about how excited he is

ynuser: 😭😭😭😭😭

yourbff: YES YES YES A MILLION TIMES YES

ynuser: yayyyyy gracias!!

patriciooward: damn what other man is taking you out today

ynuser: haha ……. you weren’t supposed to see this i’m gonna die of embarrassment

patriciooward: oh so there is another man?! WHO?! nolan?! david m? JASON FROM FINANCE?!

ynuser: pato please 😭 the only person i’m going on a date with today is you

patricioooward: well in that case your outfit is perfect 😍😫 can’t believe you think i’m the hottest man you’ve ever seen

ynuser: i’m so embarrassed 😔😭 (but you are i can’t lie)

patriciooward: good thing i can’t lie either because i do think you’re the hottest woman i’ve ever seen

ynuser: ay dios mío stopppppp 😭😭😭

friend4: beautiful gorgeous perfect

ynuser: 🤍🤍🤍🤍

yoursibling: you look HOT however i find it horrifying that you’re letting a man take you out

ynuser: it is alarming ik but hes not just any man my dear

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ynuser: life is truly crazy because one minute you're crying about moving to a new town and the next you're working your dream job and taking pictures of your situationship going over 200 mph like its no big deal

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friend3: did i miss a chapter here 🤨

ynuser: i’ll call you 😌

davidmalukas: wait im in these pics can i be your situationship too?

ynuser: i mean…..

patriciooward: watch it both of you

friend2: tea tea tea

ynuser: 🤯

patriciooward: oh who that in the number 5 car?

ynuser: mmm just some guy idk

patriciooward: sabes que soy mucho más que un chico cualquiera. [you know i'm much more than just some guy]

user3: love your photos!!

ynuser: 🥹🥹 thank you

yourbff: oh so we’ve upgraded to situationship now?

ynuser: maybe 🫨

patriciooward: she’s playing hard to get 🙄 i thought she was my girlfriend

ynuser: i’m calling hr

yourbff: let’s not fight children

user2: i wish indycar had gossip pages like f1 bc this interaction would be doing insane numbers

yoursibling: wait why you kinda famous who are all these ppl

ynuser: i’m gonna blow up and act like i don’t know you

yoursibling: i believe it

arrowmclaren: we’re so glad you moved to the new city

ynuser: me too 🧡

user5: waitttt you are living the actual dream

ynuser: i am incredibly lucky 🧡

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patriciooward: we gave it everything out there for a beautiful p1! gracias por todo y gracias a mi novia por dejarme publicarla. dejó de hacerse la difícil 😉 [thank you for everything and thank you to my girlfriend for letting me post her. she stopped playing hard to get!]

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user1: felicitaciones!

yourbff: you can tell which pics she took and which one someone else took 😭

patriciooward: the professional was a bit busy in that second shot 😉

ynuser: orgullosa de ti 🧡 [proud of you]

patriciooward: gracias mi amor

lando: congrats on a strong weekend mate!

patriciooward: thanks champ!

user2: naurrrrrrrrrr you have a girlfriend?! congrats ig

frosenqvist: got the girl and the win! let’s go!

patriciooward: yes sir 😉

elbaoward: obsessed with everything about this 🤍

patriciooward: me too 😍

arrowmclaren: that’s our driver!!! [liked by patriciooward]

user4: wahooo patoooooooo

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ynuser: dream job lead me to my dream man who woulda thought! patitio te amo mucho 🧡

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yourbff: que románticaaaaaaaa 😍 [how romantic]

ynuser: si si mami

user2: violently sobbing. i wish my job led me to pato oward [liked by ynuser]

nolansiegel: woohooo!! best hard launch ever

ynuser: thanks for the constant hype noly

patriciooward: why didnt i get the same nice comment from you nolan?

ynuser: bc he likes me more :)

nolansiegel: that is true unfortunately! pato who?

patriciooward: W O W

patriciooward: yo tambien te amo bebe [i love you too baby]

ynuser: siempre y para siempre [always and forever]

yoursibling: we've lost a real one chat

ynuser: or gained one depending on how you look at it

frined3: YYEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS [liked by ynuser]

friend4: i wanna be you when i grow up please

ynuser: and you can be easy peasy

user5: imma need you to post a story time about how you broke into motorsports and became a wag at the same time bc you are the blueprint [liked by ynuser]

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a/n: thanks for reading! likes and reblogs are always appreciated.

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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billieswh0r3 · 1 day ago

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✩︎ ’𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞’

𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : the day before yours and billies wedding.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : fiancée!billie x fiancée!reader, reader cries, tooth rotting fluff if you squint, pet names.

𝐚/𝐧 : i might write a part two for this but you guys lmk if you would be interested in a part two :3 double post cause i NEED to get these drafts out.

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.. ’𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬�� 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞’

✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎

your missing billie like crazy right now. she’s with her friends on the complete opposite side of italy right now. she’s probably at some bar or some establishment related to a bar.

meanwhile you are in some garden, having a picnic with your friends. it was so perfect, the food was amazing, your friends were all you needed..hell there were cats everywhere.

but you can’t help but pout because shes not here. your friends can’t help but poke fun at you. ‘look at the wedding girl.. she’s in italy in a fucking garden and can’t help but pout cause her fiancée isn’t here.’ your closest friends says nudging your shoulder. you laugh softly shoving her back standing up.

you walk over to a step on the ground seeing a small orange cat. you smile to yourself taking a photo of the cat sending the photo to billie before sitting down to pet the cat.

b : very cute baby.

r : it loves me. when we get home lets get a cat :)

b : anything baby, now get back to your friends.

r : okay :(

the last thing you get is a hearted message before you put your phone down making your way towards your friends again. ‘what go to call your girlfriend’ one of them ask as you send them a cheesy smile plopping yourself down next to her.

‘are you nervous for tomorrow?’ one of them asks as you place your head into her lap. ‘mmh..a little bit..im just so ready for it..so glad it’s finally here y’know?’ you steadily say as you nod slowly. you hear all them hum understandingly.

its the truth. you were nervous but more excited. you were excited to finally see her, to walk down the aisle, to say the vows, to finally get to call her your wife. you both have been dating for 4 years.. you know that was a long time but with her making music and her tours it was difficult to find time to get all this together.

with ‘hit me hard and soft’ being as big as it did she knew that now was finally the time to do this. she wanted it more than ever and she knew you did to. you never wanted to rush her but you were on her schedule, you were waiting for her to be ready.. you knew you’d wait as long as you needed cause you didn’t wanna walk down that aisle to anyone else.

a few hours pass, you and your friends migrated towards a beach..champagne in your hand as the waves flush against your ankles. everything was perfect, this was perfect. you knew what would come tomorrow and your heart felt full. you were over the moon to get married. you’ve been dreaming of a wedding ever since you were a little girl. and this, was completely your dream come true.

you cheeks were suddenly wet, why were you your cheeks wet? fuck.. you were crying. everything was so..perfect. you were beyond grateful for everything. that your able to have your dream wedding. you were grateful that all your friends and family would be here. and most of all you were grateful for billie.

shes the reason all this was possible. she was the reason you felt loved, you felt safe, she was your campfire. you felt warm and protected with her. even when she was miles away you still felt safe knowing you could text her anytime and she’d be at your side in a heartbeat.

‘you okay?’ your best friend sarah says walking up next to you. you sniffle wiping your tears as you turn to face her. ‘yeah..just excited..nd grateful’ you nod slowly. you see her smile softly at you bringing you into her embrace. ‘everything is gonna go perfect.. your gonna look beautiful.’ she smiles rubbing your back. ‘remember when we used to talk about our wedding when we were younger?’ you muffle a laugh against her shoulder as you nod slowly. ‘you wanted to marry harry styles’ you laugh pulling away.

she nudges your shoulder before speaking up ‘i still do’ she teases softly obviously loving the banter. ‘and you..wanted billie’ she says lowly.

it’s true.. you and billie have always been friends. since 6th grade. you’ve liked her since 6th grade but your young naive self didn’t know it was possible that you could like girls. but when you hit freshmen year of highschool you knew it was her. you guys didnt get together until years later but that didnt matter. you were marrying her tomorrow and thats all that matters.

you excuse yourself from your friend going to call billie. you hum lightly to yourself dialing her number. on the second ring you hear light music fill your ear coming from the phone.

‘yeah baby?’ you hear on the other side of the line. you immediately feel a lump gather in your throat. you missed her so much. you were going to marry her tomorrow and it would be perfect.

‘hi’ you say softly your voice wavering a bit. you immediately hear shuffling on the other side of the line. and slowly the music faded away even more. ‘w’as wrong mamas?’ she says softly and you sink yourself onto the sand fiddling with the hem of your sweater.

‘nothing..miss you’ you mumble with a soft sniffle. ‘you cryin’ sweet girl?’ she says with a light laugh. ‘maybe..’ you say smiling at her laugh. ‘why’re you crying angel’ you pout immediately feeling cared for through the phone. ‘were getting married tomorrow..’ you say lightly drawing shapes in the sand. ‘yeah…yeah baby we are’ you can hear the smile on her lips making your heart swell. ‘im excited..i think my dress is perfect’ you gush softly at the thought of the wedding and the dressing up. ‘i bet sweetheart.. you’ll make anything look beautiful’ you flush at her words letting out a soft laugh.

‘are you having fun..? am i interrupting your final free day?’ you hear her let out a genuine laugh on the other side of the line. ‘nah..missin’ you too much..can’t wait to be not free’ she says the last part jokingly.

‘just another hour and i get to go back to the air bnb to you’ you smile at the thought of seeing her again. ‘just an hour’ your hear her repeat softly.

‘i’ll let you go have fun now baby.. see you in an hour’ you say softly standing up from the sand. ‘a’right mamas see you in an hour’ after that you hear the line drop.

you hum walking back to your friends happiness radiating off your being. ‘just another hour’ you repeat over to yourself reaching your friends.

this hour went by in a blur. the fun you were having with your friends masked long hour. before you knew it?, you were in the uber heading back to your air bnb. on your way to her.

you feel your body relaxing stepping out of the uber feeling the cold breeze hit your skin. you smile walking up the porch not knowing if billie was here yet. you quietly walk inside and your breath hitches at the sight you see. your fiancée..curled up on the couch..blanket tucked up to her chin as her lips are parted ever so slightly. her long brown hair disheveled in a way that makes her look like a doll.

you smile lightly dropping your bag onto the floor and kicking your shoes off. you approach her quietly crouching down at the edge of the couch pushing her hair out from in front of her eyes. a pout forms on her lips subconsciously as she stirs awake. you laugh lightly seeing her wake up.

‘w’as funny..’ she asks groggily opening her eyes. ‘nothing angel..make room?’ you ask softly seeing her scoot into the couch making room for you. you quickly go under the covers wrapping your arms around her torso.

‘warm’ she mumbles her head going into the crook of your neck. you laugh lightly scratching her head. ‘hey bils..’ you hear her hum in acknowledgment. ‘guess what happens tomorrow’ you saying teasingly as you hear her groan. ‘what’ she says muffled into your neck.

‘i get your last name.’

she smiles against your neck tightening her grasp onto you as you rub her back lightly. yeah.. you were ready. more than ready to be her wife. more than ready to wear her last name.

this was going to be perfect.

#billie eilish #billieswh0r3 #lesbian #need that #hmhas billie eilish #billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish x fem!reader #billie eilish fic #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish imagine #wlw #wlw post

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with-my-calamitous-love · 1 day ago

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for you, i would ruin myself / a million little times

o. dazai x reader

dazai reads poetry to you after sex ・❥・mentions of sex / physical intimacy (nothing specified) and aftercare

✎ headcanon i’ve had for a while and wanted to write on it <3 here you go.

special tag for: @osamucide because i love you (im sorry this took 86 years)

song: illicit affairs

dazai, obviously, loves to fuck you. feeling your skin pressed against his, lips embedded against yours lazily while he finds different ways to draw pleasure on your body. for him, its a point of distraction. you’re too busy feeling good to feel empty, even if its for a moment.

but its that moment after the high, the returning back to earth, he especially loves. almost reluctantly, he removes himself from you, slowly easing with gentleness you’d expect from him. he was never one for brash, brawny movements. just quiet intimacy with quiet thoughts that speak volumes. he catches his breath with you, watching the rise and fall of your chest as you sink into the pillows beneath him. he tentatively lifts his head from your shoulder as he collapses next to you.

he waits a few minutes. if you fall asleep, he’ll fall asleep next to you. if you’re still awake, he’ll throw some sweatpants on and grab you some water and take a shower. if you haven’t had enough, he’ll invite you to join him.

but it seems unlikely, since right now, you’re still reeling from it. stars and clouds swirl around in your eyes as he stares, lips curved with content. while he waits, he grabs a book from the nightstand.

the pages are browned and worn out. corners of pages have been folded as crude bookmarks, and the last few pages are wrinkled from the time atsushi knocked over a cup of water on his desk. though he offered to replace it, dazai never seemed to mind the way it aged, like the book itself mattered more. almost as if it were a gift from an old friend.

he sees you shift over to face him in his peripheral vision. instinctively, he extends an arm to you so you can sit up next to him against the headboard.

you don’t normally look through his things. though he wouldn’t mind- he doesn’t have much to hide, anyway. the things dazai does keep hidden are things he doesn’t have to worry about you stumbling across. he has quite a large collection of books, and seemingly, he’ll read or has read, anything. biographies, manuals, tales of clandestine meetings or stolen stares. surely, there should be something in that pile you would enjoy. some titles have peaked your interest, but you’ve never picked one up for yourself.

perhaps its because nothing could match the way dazai reads to you.

so you prompt him, though you both already know the answer: “what are you reading?”

he smiles as your voice, scratched from your previous activities hits his ear. the blankets pool around his waist, gaining all the warmth he needs simply by being next to you. “what do you want to hear?”

he gives you the choice because, to him, all poems, with even a small hint of love, in some way, shape, or form, were about you.

which is why he loves your answer so much: “anything, ‘samu.”

his fingers flip to a random page. 113.

brown eyes skim over the words, softening in recognition once he reaches the final verse. he clears his throat, his adam’s apple sitting beneath the skin you’ve kissed and touched many times before.

Leave the perfume on the shelf

That you picked only for him

Leave no trace behind

Because you don't even exist

A dwindling, mercurial high

illicit affairs

clandestine meetings, stolen stares

They show their truth one single time

But they lie, and lie, and lie

A million little times.

his voice is soft, sanguine. he’s never putting on a grandiose performance but never flattening out the words into boredom. he delivers each syllable with justice, with poised pronunciation but a witty flare that is uniquely his.

you can see in his eyes the words resonate with something he’d like to believe he buried. something about betrayal. about feeling betrayed when you have no reason to feel that way, or simply because they left. or about remembering someone for longer than you’ve known them.

but he shoves it down with a question. “do you like that one?”

his cologne has worn off. his hair, though it was never exactly neat, is feathering over his shoulders in coffee-brown tangles. you can see that flushed hint of red on his lips, beginning to swell from kissing too hard. his sleek clothes are somewhere on the floor, and you can feel- from his arm wrapped around you- residual sweat.

still, he notices how you look at him like he’s the entire world, even after reading the poem that brought up so many pushed-down things for him. you see colours in him you can’t see with anyone else.

he gazes at that colour in you, while he awaits your answer.

“i liked it.” you smile, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“thats all?”

“osamu, you could read a grocery list and i’d listen.”

you get a soft laugh out of him.

he presses his lips against your forehead, coaxing you to sleep as he lays you down. he only reads a few more poems in his head, though he may as well have the letters memorized.

a grocery list. he thinks to himself. there was a time in his life grocery lists were the furthest from his head. death and destruction seem to take up a majority of your mind, and groceries are left on the back burner.

oh, but with you? he can spend every sunday morning unpacking expensive, store bought ingredients with you, and momentarily forget about everything else in the world.

for as long as his heart remains beating, he’ll savour all of it. a million little times.

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muwapsturniolo · 3 days ago

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A celebration and a thank you

I started my Tumblr acct on jan 10th of 2024. I had one follower, and it was the follower everyone gets as a new blog on this app. A few days later I posted my first fic and it was horrbly written but somehow someway, people fucked with it and began requesting more things from me. One follower became ten, ten followers became twenty, and the number kept going up. I remember hitting 100 followers, and I was jumping for joy. I remember hitting 300 and I was so fucking excited. And the numbers kept going up until I hit 1k.

1k was and still is a lot to me, I never had 1k followers on ANY social media or fan acct I had and this was like finding out I won the damn lottery, I think I even did a giveaway for that milestone. Each milestone for me was so fun and special because, I never knew how many people could actually fuck with me and the work I put out. This is the most welcomed I have felt in any fandom I've been. This fandom has put me through hell and back, but I'm grateful for it cause it actually made me realize things within myself.

and now, IM AT 5 FUCKING THOUSAND FOLLWERS!!!! FIVE THOUSAND, CINCO!!!! 5 THOUSAND OF YALL FUCK WITH ME AND THAT MAKES ME SO DAMN HAPPY AND IM SO GRATEFUL THAT YOU DO.

Now, although I'm grateful for ALL of y'all, I want to give a special thanks to Chris's main hoes!!! We recently celebrated our 1-year friendship anniversary, and I made my post then, but I'm giving another quick shout-out.

These girls are truly special to me. I came on Tumblr planning on posting and going my own way, but then they came into my life and made me open up to making friends. I wouldn't have it any other way.

These girls have hyped me up, they have helped me figure out my own shit, we have given eachother fic ideas, we help eachother in so many ways and i fr see them as my little sisters (crying while writing this) and i will fr ride and die over them!!! So thank you to @thenickgirl @mattslolita @guccifrog2 and Aiden (yall dw we getting her back on Tumblr soon). Thank yall for being the pookies and internet sisters I could ever ask for. Yall have been here with me from the start and I hope y'all stay with me forever💕

NOW ONTO THE CELEBRATION!!!!

Even though my first fic is important, it didn't do anything for me. However, my second fic, which in my opinion put me on the map and actually made people see me, was "FreshLove For The Fit".

I would get comments and DMs, and people in my inbox begging for me to write more parts when it was originally supposed to be one part. But I did it, I wrote four parts for it.

to this day, I get people asking for another part and I have decided to.............. FULLY REWRITE IT !!!

when i first wrote it, i was still learning how to take my wattpad writing and change it to tumblr writing (there is a big difference). it wasn't horrbly written, but i know my writing has gotten way better and i want to make it even better!!!!

So with that being said, the rewritten version of the small series will be posted tmrw!!!! The original series will stay up under Chris series, but I will add the new versions on that page as well!!! I can't wait for y'all to read it!!!!

So all in all, thank you to everyone who has supported me and to those I have befriended. You all truly mean so much to me, and I love everyone in the peach pit family🍑💕

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lynbels · 10 hours ago

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jake eyp for the first time (except it’s both your first times and he doesn’t know), and ends up being really really good at it

https://x.com/kinulta/status/1773321520892293383?s=46 (this is what i’m imagining it as 🫠)

down bad - sjy (m)

pairing sim jake x reader

୨ৎ synopsis: locked in a room with the one guy who swore he’d never eat pussy, you didn’t expect Jake Sim to drop to his knees—and sure as hell didn’t expect him to make you cum harder than anyone ever has. ✉️ 1879wc

tw ‼️ smut, oral sex, public teasing, enemies to lovers, alcohol mention, locked room scenario, dominance, light degradation, Jake being a bratty top, reluctant attraction, dirty talk, teasing, tension-filled buildup

💌: pls like I need him to eat me out like that so bad IM DOWN BAD

Y didn’t even want to be at the party.

Loud music, sticky floors, and drunk people you barely liked didn’t exactly scream good time. But your friends begged, guilt-tripped, and eventually bribed you with promises of free drinks and drama, so here you were—perched on the arm of an old couch in someone’s too-packed living room, sipping something way too sweet out of a red cup.

And of course, he was there.

Jake Sim. Walking contradiction. Annoying, smug, insufferable. He was the guy who rolled his eyes whenever you spoke in class, always had a snarky comeback ready, and acted like the mere sound of your voice gave him a headache. You didn’t know when the rivalry started, but it had built into something solid—something sharp. Something no one dared get in the middle of.

So when someone yelled, “Let’s play Would You Rather!” and your name got paired with his, you should’ve just walked away.

But you didn’t.

Now you were sitting side by side on the carpet, your leg brushing his every so often, and the room was buzzing with laughter and half-drunken dares. Jake’s eyes were already on you—lazy, smug, like he was waiting for you to say something stupid.

“Y/N, ask him something!” someone giggled.

You turned toward him, taking a slow sip from your drink before tilting your head. “Alright. Jake. Would you rather… give head or receive it?”

The room gasped and laughed, voices echoing in a mix of “Oh my god!” and “No way she asked that!” but you just stared at him, expression unreadable.

Jake didn’t even flinch.

He gave a small shrug, lips twitching. “Receive,” he said easily, like he’d already thought about it. “Obviously.”

You raised a brow. “Obviously?”

He smirked, leaning back on his hands. “Yeah. I’m not about to put my mouth on someone. That’s just—” he gave a mock shudder. “Nah. Not for me.”

Your smile didn’t reach your eyes. “You think going down on someone is gross?”

“Didn’t say gross,” he said, glancing around like the conversation was beneath him. “Just not interested. Why would I, when I could sit back and enjoy instead?”

Laughter rippled through the group again, but you didn’t laugh. You just looked at him—really looked at him—and smiled like you knew something he didn’t.

He noticed.

“Truth or dare, Sim?”

Jake didn’t even hesitate. “Dare.”

That smirk of his never changed—always cocky, always sure of himself. You expected something harmless. Maybe a dumb dance or a ridiculous drink combo. But the second the dare was spoken, the room shifted

“I dare you to give Y/N head.”

Everything went still for half a second. Then chaos.

People were yelling, laughing, already moving closer like they expected a show. Your eyes snapped to Jake’s face—his brows lifted in surprise, then furrowed like he misheard.

“What?” he scoffed. “No. Hell no.”

“Aww, come on,” one of the guys cackled. “Didn’t you just say you don’t do that? This is your chance to prove you’re not scared.”

“I’m not scared,” Jake snapped. “I just don’t do that. It’s gross.”

More teasing. More shouting. Someone shouted, “He’s gonna chicken out!” and someone else yelled, “LET’S LOCK ‘EM IN A ROOM!”

Before you could react, Jake was being dragged up by two of the guys. He yelled in protest, swearing under his breath, but they were already laughing, pushing him down the hallway.

“Wait—what the fuck—guys, I’m not—this is stupid—“

“Come on, Sim! Live a little!”

You didn’t even know what was happening until someone grabbed your hand and tugged you along. The next thing you knew, you were shoved into one of the bedrooms—Jake stumbling in right after you, catching himself on the edge of the bed. The door slammed shut behind you.

Click.

Locked.

You blinked. Jake spun around and banged on the door.

“Are you serious right now?!”

“Not getting out ‘til you go down on her!” one of the guys yelled through the door, howling with laughter.

You stood awkwardly by the bed, arms crossed, heart pounding. Jake ran a hand through his hair, pacing in a circle like he couldn’t believe what just happened.

“They’re insane,” he muttered, avoiding your eyes. “This is fucking stupid.”

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh even though your chest was tight with nerves. “So… you’re really that grossed out by it?”

He paused. Glanced at you.

“I just don’t see the appeal,” he said stiffly. “Why would I want to…”

His voice trailed off. His eyes dropped to your lips for half a second before darting away.

You tilted your head. “Then why do you look like you’re thinking about it?”

He flinched. “I’m not.”

But the flush creeping up his neck said otherwise.

Jake groaned, flopping down on the edge of the bed like someone had just sentenced him to death. You stayed on the other side, watching him through your lashes, both of you lit in the dim yellow glow from the hallway light that filtered under the door.

“They’re not gonna let us out,” you muttered, folding your arms. “They’re probably outside right now, listening.”

Jake didn’t respond, just stared down at the floor, brows furrowed, mouth tight. His thigh bounced—nervous energy he didn’t know where to put.

You tilted your head. “So… you’ve never gone down on anyone before?”

His head snapped up, offended. “What?”

You smirked. “That wasn’t a no.”

“I just don’t see the point of it,” he said stiffly. “It’s… weird.”

You raised a brow, unimpressed. “Or maybe you’re just scared you wouldn’t be good at it.”

Jake scoffed, rolling his eyes—but his jaw clenched, just a little.

You pressed, voice slow and teasing. “You said you’ve never done it, right? But you still think it’s gross? Maybe you’re just intimidated.”

He glared at you like he wanted to argue, but there was hesitation behind his eyes—hesitation and curiosity. “Girls don’t expect it from me,” he muttered, quieter now. “No one’s ever asked me to.”

You blinked. “That’s… actually kind of depressing, Sim.”

He looked downright offended. “Excuse me?”

“Not even kidding,” you said with a shrug. “It’s kind of hot, you know—someone wantingto make you feel good just because. Like, no strings attached. Not every part of sex is supposed to be about getting off. Sometimes, it’s just about watching someone fall apartbecause of you.”

Your voice softened on that last part, laced with something a little darker, a little heavier—and Jake’s gaze snapped back to yours like it physically grabbed him.

You held his stare. “You’d probably be good at it.”

He scoffed again, but this time, he looked away too fast. “Sure I would.”

“No, really. You’ve got that whole perfectionist, try-hard thing going on. Bet you’d go down on someone for the first time and make them come without even knowing how you did it.”

Jake’s throat bobbed.

You saw it happen—the way his shoulders shifted, tension rising, war playing out in his head. And then, finally, he cursed under his breath and dropped to his knees in front of you.

“This is so stupid,” he muttered, not meeting your gaze. “Only doing this so they’ll open the door.”

“Right,” you said softly, pulse thudding. “Just for the dare.”

His hands hovered at the edge of your thighs before moving up, warm palms dragging along your skin as he pushed your skirt higher, revealing the soaked cotton of your underwear. He hesitated, fingers curling around the waistband, eyes flicking up to yours one last time.

You gave him a nod, breath caught in your throat.

He slid them down slowly, pausing when you shivered, then leaned in with an uncertain breath. His mouth met you gently—awkward at first, a little unsure, but then his tongue licked a slow, hesitant stripe through your folds.

You sucked in a breath.

Jake paused like he was surprised by your reaction—then did it again, firmer this time.

And again.

Until your head fell back with a whimper and your fingers knotted in his hair, grounding yourself.

The shift was subtle, but it was there—his grip on your thighs tightened, and his mouth moved lower, tongue teasing your entrance, dragging up and circling your clit, flicking slow and then fast, gauging every noise you made. He was focused. He was learning you in real-time.

Your thighs were shaking. Your moans were slipping out between clenched teeth. And Jake?

Jake groaned into you.

The vibration made your back arch, and he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. His face was buried in your pussy, tongue working with practiced ease that didn’t make sense for a first time—but the way he kept adjusting, fine-tuning every motion to the way you gasped or moaned or whimpered told you the truth.

He’d never done this before.

He was just that good.

“Fuck, Jake,” you whispered, breathless, thighs tightening around his head. “What the hell…”

He pulled back for a second, lips slick and eyes dazed. “Good?”

You looked down at him, still panting. “So good.”

Something flickered in his expression—pride, maybe. Or something warmer.

Jake didn’t say a word. He dove back in.

Jake drops to his knees like it physically pains him, muttering something under his breath that you don’t quite catch—but the frustration is clear in the way his hands grip your thighs, not gentle, not soft, like he’s punishing you for putting him in this position.

“You’re such a fucking brat,” he hisses, fingers sliding up under your skirt, shoving the fabric up to your waist.

You smirk, breath catching. “And yet here you are eating my pussy like a pathetic loser.”

He glares at you one last time, but there’s something unsteady behind it—like he’s already drowning and doesn’t even realize it. His hands tremble slightly as they hook around your panties and tug them down your legs, slow at first, then impatient, frustrated, like he’s angry at how wet you already are.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, eyeing the slick mess between your thighs. “You’re soaked.”

“And you haven’t even touched me properly yet,” you say, tone smug, but it ends in a gasp when he suddenly leans in and drags his tongue up your slit, slow and deliberate.

Your hips jerk. “Oh—fuck—Jake—”

He doesn’t respond. He just groans low into your pussy, and the vibrations shoot straight through you like electricity. His tongue licks another firm stripe up your folds, then circles your clit experimentally. You let out a breathy moan, and that’s all it takes—his hesitation evaporates, replaced by something darker, more determined.

His hands spread your thighs wider as he leans in closer, mouth hot and hungry, licking into you like he’s starved. His tongue dips into your entrance, swirling and fucking you shallowly before gliding back up to suck your clit into his mouth. The wet, obscene sounds echo off the walls, and your fingers tangle in his hair on instinct, anchoring yourself as your hips grind helplessly against his face.

He moans again—fucking moans—like the taste of you is addicting, and he can’t get enough. Spit and slick drip down your thighs as he eats you out like it’s his fucking job, like he’s trying to ruin you for anyone else.

You gasp, hand flying to cover your mouth. “Jake—shit—you sure it’s your first time?”

He grunts, pulling back for just a second, lips glistening, chin wet. “Does it feel like it?”

“No,” you breathe, body trembling. “It feels fucking amazing.”

He flashes you a cocky grin, face flushed, eyes heavy with lust. “Then shut up and let me finish.”

And then he’s back on you, rougher now, more confident—his tongue flicking faster, lips wrapped around your clit as he sucks hard enough to make your knees buckle. You cry out, thighs trembling, body burning as the pressure builds and builds and breaks, pleasure crashing over you so violently your vision blurs.

You’re still gasping, legs shaking, when he finally pulls back, lips swollen, breathing hard. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark and locked on you.

You’re wrecked. Your panties are on the floor. Your skirt’s bunched around your waist. And Jake?

Jake is staring at you like he just found his new favorite hobby.

The door creaks open and Jake steps out, lips pink and swollen, cheeks flushed, hair a fucking mess—and he walks straight into a crowd of smirking friends, waiting just outside.

“Damn, bro,” Sunghoon whistles, raising a brow. “You look like you just got your soul sucked out.”

“Or like you sucked something,” Jay adds, grinning wide. “Did she make you see God or what?”

Jake stiffens, jaw clenched, ears turning red. “Shut up.”

“Oh, he’s blushing,” Heeseung cackles, pointing at the obvious wet spot on Jake’s shirt where your slick left its mark. “Is that—bro—is that her all over your face?”

Jake wipes his mouth roughly with his sleeve, mortified. “Drop it.”

“Just admit it,” Sunoo chimes in with a dramatic gasp, “You liked it.”

Jake doesn’t say anything—he can’t. His mind’s still replaying how you sounded when you moaned his name, how you trembled under his tongue, how sweet you tasted. He wanted to hate it. He wanted to be grossed out. But now?

Now he’s painfully hard in his jeans, jaw tight, heart racing, and all he can think about is how much he wants to do it again.

He shoots a glare over his shoulder at the closed door, where you’re still inside, breathless and smug and probably laughing to yourself. And despite the teasing, despite the embarrassment, Jake feels it—deep in his gut.

He’s fucked. You’ve got him.

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artstennisracket · 3 days ago

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Take me to Church! ib: take me to church by hozier, this is a very loose interpretation i just couldn’t get this trope out of my head. also loosely based on a larry fic I read a million years ago. i’m also not catholic so im sorry if I got something wrong 😭

preacher’s son!art x patrick

cw: nsfw(18+), dacryphilia if you squint, religious imagery of sorts, patrick corruption kink

Art had always put his faith first. He had to, he didn’t want to go to hell. He went to church every Sunday to watch his dad deliver service. Even when he was younger he refused to go to children’s church, wanting to receive the real word of God with the adults.

Now he was old enough to lead youth service to the pre-teens. It was very rewarding. Getting to teach them about the different scriptures and relating them to parts of life they could relate too. It was awkward having to introduce the idea of purity rings and why they should all have one, saving their innocence. But he enjoyed the practice, hoping to become a preacher one day like his dad.

He was grateful that he didn’t have to teach the older teens who were sure to ask more questions about why pre marital sex was bad, and he didn’t even want to get into that conversation.

Art’s best friend was the complete opposite. Patrick was an atheist. Strayed very very far from the word of the Lord. Patrick was raised jewish and still wears his star of david to appease his parents, but he didn’t really care about religion.

Art has tried to save Patrick time and time again but it never worked. If anything the complete opposite happened.

Patrick slowly but surely started to corrupt Art. It started with kissing.

“C’mon Art it’s not a big deal, kissing isn’t a sin,” He says.

“Not technically but the bible talks about appropriate boundaries and…,” Art trails off, keeping eye contact with Patrick. The tension was so thick Art thought he was going to suffocate. Patrick would always give him that look. Like Patrick wants to eat him. Or worse.

It would make Art’s stomach feel funny.

They were sitting really close together in Art’s room. Patrick bites his own lip lightly causing Art’s gaze to flicker down to Patrick’s lips.

Art doesn’t stop Patrick when he leans in to kiss him. So he says ten hail marys that night in his room.

And it doesn’t stop there. It was never going to stop there, not with Patrick.

The next time they hang out Art says they have to be in the kitchen where Art’s parents could see them. He would not succumb to Patrick’s desires.

Art’s parents leave for date night and Art ends up getting a blowjob on his living room coach. The image of Patrick on his knees forever ingrained in his memory.

He can’t keep doing this. He always feels ridiculously guilty. He said 20 hail marys that night.

Now Patrick had invited Art to his house this time. Patrick promised Art he wouldn’t try anything and his sisters would be home.

Technically that was true.

Both of Patrick’s sisters were tucked away in the rooms, not to mention Patrick’s house was humongous. Even if more people were home, Art is sure he wouldn’t be able to tell.

They’re making out and Art is so confused on how they even got here again.

“I wanna try something,” Patrick whispers.

“No Patrick we can’t, I can’t, I wasn’t even supposed to be here—“

Patrick moves his hand to grab Art’s erection, “I think you want to,” he smirks. “C’mon it’ll be so quick.”

Art groans. He twists his purity around his finger, a nervous habit. Patrick plays with the cross dangling from Art’s neck, leaning in to kiss up the side of Art’s neck. Patrick is just so convincing.

That’s how Art ends up on his hands and knees and Patrick’s tongue in his ass. It was called rimming. Or he thinks that's what Patrick called it.

“Patrick,” Art gasped when Patrick first licked across his hole. It felt really good. Art didn’t know what to expect but the pleasure was taking over him.

He was moaning and whimpering like crazy, feeling the tears start to well up in his eyes. Gasping out things like, “Patrick we shouldn’t be ahhh doing this,” and “We have to stop,” while simultaneously pushing himself against Patrick’s tongue to get more relief.

Patrick pulled away causing Art to whine. “Okay if you feel so bad why don’t you say your act of contrition. If you stop, I stop.”

Art is stunned. He’s shocked Patrick even knows what that is. An Act of Contrition was a prayer usually said to express the sorrow of sins.

Art could hear the smirk in Patrick ‘s voice but his brain was scrambled, “W-which one?”

“Whichever one you want, pretty boy,” Patrick smiles before leaning back down to get to work.

Art decides to go with Confiteor because it’s the first one he ever learned and it was the first one that came to mind.

He starts off shaky, “I confess to God and to b-blessed Mary ever-Virgin.”

“To blessed ah—Michael the Archangel and blessed John the Baptist, mmm jesus Patrick,” Art gasps as Patrick pushes a finger past Art’s rim.

“Keep going,” Patrick says, muffled since his mouth is preoccupied.

“and—and to the holy apostles Peter and Paul ah-along with all the saints and you Father: Patrick,”

“You know I wouldn’t have minded if you called me Daddy, don’t think Father is my thing,” Patrick teases as he pulls away to add another finger.

“This was not—“ Art starts but stops once Patrick stills his fingers.

“That doesn’t sound like it’s part of your prayer,” Patrick warns.

Art sighs, letting his head hang down, “through my fault (thrice) I have sinned by pride in my abundant evil ah-iniquitous and heinous thought,” he rushes out.

“Nah ah ah, take your time. Wanna hear you fall apart for me,” Patrick calls out. He moves his free hand to start jerking Art off at the same time.

Art moans again, all of the feelings taking over, “speech, pollution, suggestion, delectation, consent, word and deed, in perjury, adultery, sacrilege, murder, theft, false witness, fuck Patrick I’m—can’t keep going much longer,”

Now Art cursing is new. He’s never heard Art curse ever. For some reason that just turns Patrick on so much more. He pulls his hand away from Art’s cock not wanting to end this experience early, “Keep going baby, doing so good for me.”

Art squeezed his eyes closed trying to remember where he left off, “I have sinned by sight, hearing, taste, smell and touch, and in my behaviour, my evil vices.” Now ain’t that the truth.

Knowing that Patrick is reason for all this sinning, for corrupting sweet innocent Art, makes him really fucking hard. He pulls his mouth off of Art’s hole to pull down his own shorts, jerking himself off. He grabs a nearby pillow to place under Art’s hips.

Even though Art started on his hands and knees, he was more on his knees and elbows now, gradually leaning down further. So Patrick putting the pillow under his hips allows Art to grind down. Getting some relief but not too much.

Patrick leans back down, continuing to lick at Art’s entrance, continuing to jerk himself off.

Art can hear all this happening behind him. His body starts to grind down on the pillow and pushes him further towards the finish line, even though he wishes it didn’t. The tears are falling, he can’t stop them. He feels so dirty, but he’s never felt this amount of pleasure before. This is so wrong. So wrong on so many levels. So why does it feel so right?

“I-I beg blessed Mary ever-Virgin and all the saints,” Art takes a deep breath hoping to finish out this out, “and these saints and you, Father—,” But Art can’t hold it anymore.

“to pray and intercede for me a sinner to our Lord Jesus Christ!” He yells out as he cums all over Patrick’s pillow.

Patrick sits up, cumming all over Art’s ass, “Holy fuck, Art.”

He grabs a washcloth from his closet to clean them both up.

Art still feels like he wants to cry. Or scream. Or both. How many hail marys should he do this time?

“Well at least you already repented or whatever. So now you don’t have to feel bad. Wanna play Super Mario Bros?” Patrick smiles, while pulling on new pajama pants he grabbed from his closet. Like nothing even happened. Like they didn’t just commit the biggest sin Art’s ever done.

Patrick really doesn’t get it, does he?

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lenneygirl4ever · 1 day ago

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the alchemy || Will Lenney

“where’s the trophy? he just comes running over to me”

part two of THE ALCHEMY. part one here

pairing: will lenney x fem!reader

warnings & tags: friends to lovers. idiots with tension. idiots in denial. slowish burn. will pov. more will, less football. chrismd gossip bestie.

summary: after seeing the public’s reaction to your performance, you see how your fellow teammate takes to social media after the fact. causing the two of you to reach a breaking point.

a/n: hello!!! this is a long one, so grab a drink lads. thank you for your patience, im a first year college student and the last month has been hectic.

for any clarity, this is the gap between the two charity matches! :)

wc: SO MANY!!!

Recently, you haven’t been able to sleep. The thrill of the match still shocks you awake, every time there are new photos released or a new video, you are quick to engage. Slowly, videos are released from your other mates, and you eagerly tune in to see what they say.

It’s exciting. The feedback has mainly been positive, yet you still feel the uneasy flip in your stomach every time you see someone has released a video. It's all you can think about. And when you weren't thinking about football, you watched it on telly. You missed playing, the competition, the simple act of being active. It's given you a new surge of motivation, pushing you into creating.

The only downside of it all is that your phone has been buzzing with notifications today, especially. Usually, your phone mutes any notifications from social media, allowing you to not get sucked in all day. Truly, you do your best to ignore it, to ignore the increasing number you see every time you open Twitter, Instagram, or TikTok. But you're only human, and humans are quite curious.

You try not to think anything of it, occupying your time in the studio to film your own video about the charity match. You had B-roll shots, stills, and close-ups of players when you were benched. It was becoming a combination of all the things you adored, your friends, film, and football.

Once you begin to sit down to film a portion of the video, you review the brief script you had written until you feel your right pocket vibrate. Getting up to turn off the camera, you pull out your phone to see who's calling. And to your surprise, it's Chris. You slide open your phone and put it to your ear as you click the camera off.

"Do you need to tell me something?" Chris asks immediately, making your heart drop. You hadn't been hiding anything, spoke to him frequently, and were sure you didn't need to tell him anything.

"What? I don't think so, do I?" You wonder aloud. Chris groans loudly, making your phone speaker crackle in your ears. He doesn’t often text, matter of fact, Chris is a god-awful texter— and an even worse mate to call in a time of need. You could text him and he would go at least a week without responding, usually replying with “Sorry I thought I responded!”

Which makes you wonder, what could be so important that he called you first? Usually, like Simon, it was to help film, otherwise Chris would call to gossip. The boys loved gossiping, or catching up, as they would say.

"I've just seen Will's video," He starts, and you wait for him to continue, but it seems he's doing the same. "Came out a few hours ago.."

You walk in circles in the studio, a hand tapping the side of your thigh out of nerves. You knew Will was uploading his pov of the charity match sometime later in the week, but he didn't tell you exactly when. You'd be lying if you hadn't wondered what would be kept in your shared interactions, what Will said about you, and what Mikey would deliberately choose to keep in. It was a thought that had plagued your mind since Will had taken the GoPro off when you two returned to the hotel.

"Right, and what does that mean?" You huff, choking down the unease in your tone.

"Oh my god, have you seen it? You haven't, have you?" Chris exclaimed, and you could hear the small giggle he tried to stifle. "You two really are clueless, aren't you? It's ridiculous that our other mates are on Hinge actively trying to not be single, and you two do it by choice!" he joked hysterically.

“You’re a dickhead,” you cut in between his laughter, choosing to ignore the blatant comment about yours and Wills' peculiar relationship.

While Chris continues to make himself laugh, the curiosity is now starting to gnaw at you, causing you to stride over to your desk. Without another beat, your monitor is turned on, and you pull out the chair to get comfortable. You attempt to ignore his laughter as you open up YouTube, typing in Will's second channel name.

"Take a gander for me, will you? When you get the chance, of course," Chris says, and you can hear the wide grin on his face. You freeze, like you had just been caught, the mouse hovering over the thumbnail of the video. You look around the room, just to make sure you're alone.

"I suppose," you say slowly, sitting up straighter than before. Chris then goes on to talk about his latest endeavors, awful dates, video ideas, and the next time you two will see each other. Under other circumstances, you'd be happy to chat. But right now, all you wanna do is watch Wills latest video.

"Hey Chris, I gotta get back to filming this video, mate," you fib, leaning back into your chair, "I want it up by next week, and I'm the only one editing it."

"Oh yeah, yeah, I'm just chatting. Let me know when you watch that video, text me," he responds politely.

"If you even get back to me-" and the phone call ends before you can even say goodbye. You furrow your eyebrows at your phone before setting it down on the desk. You mumble the title to yourself,

SIDEMEN CHARITY MATCH (First Person POV) a bit more willne • 271k views • 3 hours ago

It can’t be that bad, is what you’re trying to convince yourself. You've existed on the internet for a long time now, and there isn't anything you can't handle. Clicking on the video, your heart starts hammering in your chest. You let a few minutes roll by, holding your breath, and then you see the moment when you tapped on Will's shoulder.

"I’m literally shitting myself right now, Will," you let out, and Will watches it back with a soft smile and a tender chuckle.

“Awh poor y/n/n, she was really nervous the entire time, I felt so awful once we split up,” he says over the video.

There it is. The common burn on your face, the shiver down your spine, and the drumming of your heart against your chest. You hit the space bar, pausing the video, to cover your face in embarrassment.

Is it silly to be so riled up by a singular sentence? Are you crazy for wanting to analyze every little thing in the video? You seem to take note of everything. You notice the upturn on the corner of his lips, the way he plays with the ring on his pinky that you got for him-- a nervous tick he picked up, the shifting of his eyes down to his lap when he gets bashful. It's driving you crazy.

So, instead, you watch in complete silence for the rest of the video. It keeps you from pausing frames, reading comments, and feeling lightheaded. But you notice how the GoPro often faces where you're standing on the field, how Mikey left in the bits and pieces of you two interacting that could've easily been cut out. The small waves, subtle smiles, the hug you two shared after you had missed the goal. Half the time Will wouldn't say anything, he would just grin, reliving the moment, occasionally making small comments.

"She really is something, isn't she? Many good assists for her first match,"

and

"Look at that darlin' smile,"

Yet you didn't pause, you remained still in your seat, keeping your eyes glued to the screen as if blinking would take it away. Even though you could feel the air leave your lungs when you appeared on screen.

But then you reach the point where Will makes his goal.

You nervously bite your fingers as he celebrates, telling the audience the same thing he told you on the field, how he had never been a striker and always stayed in the back. The GoPro shot is now playing as Wills words fade into the background. The next few moments play, and it's where Will was screaming something intangible to you.

You aggressively turn up the volume all the way, turning on closed captions to be sure. Your mouse hovers over the timestamp, “most replayed,” and that's when you hear it.

"For you! I did it for you!"

It plays once, then you replay it, and then replay it again. You feel crazy. Taking in his every word, every move, was this okay? A moment that felt so raw and personal was now published for thousands to observe.

“For you! For you!” that’s what Will continues to shout at you on the pitch. And Will doesn’t say much about it, because just before was the clip of you saying he owes you a goal. But when you watch the video you feel like you’re back on the field. Chest heaving up and down, you can barely breathe, and there’s Will running at you shouting something you couldn’t make out. His skin sticking to yours as he embraces you, his hands gripping the side of your body with the proudest smile. A smile, that now says, that was for you.

Just like before, you pause the video, hands gliding through your hair. You don't finish the video. Instead, you step away from the computer and fall back onto the couch that you originally were going to film on.

Okay. It was pretty bad. You understand why your mentions have been blowing up all day and why Chris gave you a call. But it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen this before. Earlier on, you’d often get paired with any boy you came into contact with. It never got out of hand, and most of the time, you were able to ignore it, and the others would too.

But this time it was a little different. The next few days roll by and you aren't able to dodge it. The tweets, the teasing from friends, the edits, god the edits. When filming with friends you were always ready for a joke about Will to make an appearance.

And once you upload your video on the charity match, the comments are bombarded with curiosity and flood in quickly.

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marriottxmorgan Literally!!!

Admittedly, you feel a little crazy for reading the comments to see if others are picking up on what’s happening. You don’t need to rely on the audiences validation on what’s going— but it does make you feel a little more sane.

Despite it all, Will doesn't bring it up to you, nor does he make any insinuation that he knows about it when he comes by your flat one afternoon.

“Are you coming tomorrow night?” Will asks over your shoulder, his breath fanning the tips of your ears. You turn your head away from the show you're watching and lean back to create space. A chill is sent down your spine as the hairs on your arm stand. He leans over the couch, the sun casting shadows to create definition in the muscles on his arms. Your cat, calamari, follows him, weaving between his arms and purring. A fortuitous combination that focused all the things you loved in one home.

“To what? Watch you prats drink and make a fool of yourselves?” you bantered, turning your body fully to face him. "I have somewhere to be the next morning,"

Arthur mentioned how the lads were hitting the pubs over the weekend, but it seemed he failed to mention that you were meant to accompany them. Will shrugs, arms crossing over one another to lean closer to you.

“Chris said you would,” he insisted, and you could see the smile he was trying to hide. You roll your eyes and lean back onto the couch as Will picks up the feline, cradling her in his arms.

“Why does everyone keep saying I’ll do things before talking to me?” you wondered aloud.

“Because you always end up doing them darlin,” Will teases, kissing your pet before settling down in the open space next to you with Calamari in his lap. "I think Arthur owes Chris twenty quid if you go,"

The silence stretches, reminding you that you're playing house again with Will. There’s leftover takeout on the table, his coat lazily hanging off a chair, and the worn out ball you both had been passing around. The breeze that comes from the open window cools the burn on your face and clears the air of any tension. Your eyes sweep the room, before landing back on Will whose attention is on Calamari.

You awe silently, Will has a habit of adoring every pet he comes into contact with. And often, they end up loving him just as much. Without hesitation, you grab your phone, snapping a picture to save for later.

“I guess I don’t have anything else going on,” you say simply, tucking your phone back under your thigh.

“You don’t disappoint,”

Will stays for several more hours after that, watching telly with you, playing with mari, he watches as you write formal emails, and listens to your phone calls with your manager.

Between all this, you posted the photo of Will and Mari. No caption, no music, no tags, just the photo. You hadn’t thought much of it, a simple photo that was cute. Yet, Wills face wasn’t in it, just the wave of of his hair and the ring on his pinky finger— you weren’t trying to hide him. Either way, it didn’t stop your audience from finding out who it was.

So the hours before you were finally going to get some sleep, were left with you refreshing your phone.

“Fucks sake,” you mumble under your breath, before turning off your phone frustratedly for the night and going to bed.

The music is loud, but the chatter is more audible. You hesitate, not wanting to leave the solace of the cool air. Bars made you anxious, so did large crowds of people, and the only anecdote to that right now—was to drink.

You push open the door, immediately being met with loud cheers as older couples watch the game on the multiple TVs that are displayed. You take a second look at the location you were sent, and you seemed to be in the right place.

Slipping around groups, and bumping into couples, you eventually end up slamming into a familiar face.

“Y/N! Thought you weren’t coming for a second there, mate!” Chris steadies you, yelling over Queen playing on the big speakers. Fixing the pieces of hair that got caught in your lipgloss, you give a shy smile.

“I got wrapped up in editing,”

“We’ve got to get you an editor,” Chip chimes in, appearing with the rest of the lot. You roll your eyes in response, eyeing him.

"Yeah, yeah,” you say dismissively, crossing your amrs over one another. “Where’s Sabina?”

"She was knackered and didn't know if you were coming or not! I'll text her, tell her you are thinking of her," he responds politely, pulling out his phone to text his girlfriend. Gaze sweeping the group, you count six men, minus Will, and that’s when reality to hits you—

"This is awful! I'm stuck babysitting you blokes all night, again," you express, the palms of your hands pressing against your eyes.

"Oh we're not all bad," a voice comes from behind you, warmth radiating on your back. And without even turning around, you know it's Will. One of his hands leans against the bar, outstretching infront of you, while the other holds a half empty glass. You crane your neck to look over your shoulder, and Will is looking down at you, head slightly tilted with a small grin.

It's suffocating, his eyes on you, yours on his, and everybody elses on the both of you. It feels more intimate than when Will has fallen asleep in your bed after a quiet evening. This is a public display, both of you slotting together like pieces in a puzzle, your back pressing into his chest accidentally.

"And when you end up singing down the street and getting carried by George later, tell me that," He laughs lightly, breath fanning your face with tequila and mint. He still has the same smile that looked at you, and only you, with adoration.

"Another pint, anyone?” Stephen asks.

“Oi! Shots in celebration!” Cal insists instead.

“We could just do both, really,” you offer, and the rest seem to rally at the suggestion.

"Brilliant idea,"

The lot of you kill more time with conversations about formula 1, filming, football, and more importantly, shots. You could feel the music in your feet, sending shock waves to your racing heart. The pub continued to get more crowded as time went on, allowing you to sneak away to use the bathroom for a moment of silence and peace. The liquor you drank burned your throat and sat heavy in your stomach, while it eased your anxiety and loosened your joints, it was making you impulsive.

There’s surprisingly no line, and your out in no time, fixing your smudged mascara in the foggy mirror. You reach for your purse, only to realize you don't have it, and you also don't have your phone. Quickly, or as quickly as you can handle, you move out of the bathroom and into the crowded hall.

You must've left it at the booth, or maybe outside when you needed fresh air, or maybe by the pool table? You strain your neck, going on your tip toes to sweep the room. Once, twice, and then your eyes fall on Will. He's on his phone, and theres a black bag that hangs on his shoulder.

You feel a sense of relief wash over, but also your heart skip a beat.

“William, I think you have something of mine,” You say loudly, drawing his attention away from his phone, down to you.

“What? This? I have one of these myself,” he says jokingly, sliding the purse off his arm and onto the counter next to you both. He then digs in his pant pocket, fishing out your phone and sliding it next to your purse. Under the awful lights, his hair is shinning and freshly washed, the hair near his ears is short meaning that it was newly cut.

“You look better without those hats,” you observe aloud. Your hand reaches and brushes through his hair, ruffling it, “Have you ever considered a mullet? You’d suit one,”

Will tilts his head, like a puppy, his eyes big and bright— “Noted,” and only now, you notice how the rest of the lads had scattered, and Will was by himself. You look over your shoulder, then reaching on your tiptoes to search for the boys.

“Were you waiting for me?” You observe, even though you meant to only think that. You couldn’t keep your mouth shut.

Will shrugs, trying to hide the small smile that dared to creep on his face.

“Kinda,”

"You can't kinda wait for someone,"

"I was going to wait for you anyway, but then you left your bag near the pool table, gave me a good excuse." Will's gaze swept the room— their friends nearing on the edge of being plastered, singing and talking to strangers. He was searching for something, not someone, but something else.

Grabbing your attention, the bartender slings two pints your way, "For the couple," he winks, making your face burn. You both don’t say anything at first, the atmosphere shifting to try to mold to both of your comforts.

The air had changed, suddenly gotten so dry and tight that it made Will's body stiffen. Ignoring the comment, Will grabs the glass and inspects it before taking a small sip.

“Are you.. seeing what people are saying?” Will asks as you grab the glass left unattended. "About us,"

His voice was low, eyes fixed somewhere just passed your shoulder, like looking at you directly might unravel something you both aren't ready for.

You shift uncomfortably, of course you did. How could you not? Every day since Will posted the video, when Ieuans' photos were released of both of you, last night's post— you’d been getting tagged in edits, clips, everything. The question was big, pointed, and unexpected.

“Yeah, I’ve seen a few things,” you lie, hiding your unease by squeezing the class tighter.

The look on Wills face, you’ve seen it before. When editing software crashes, or when an unplanned event happens during a video, this time it’s a little different. There’s tension in his brows, his jaw isn’t clenched, instead theres doubt, uncertainty, that strains him.

“It’s okay, Will, I swear it doesn’t bother me.” you reassure, “Unless it.. it uh, bothers you, of course—“

“No! No, that isn’t, no, it doesn’t bother me at all,” he sputters earnestly. Will's eyes meet yours—guarded but still steady—before clamping his mouth shut. Holding back on the words dancing on his tongue.

"Okay," You slowly nod, as if you’re still processing it as you’re responding. You should leave it at that, finish your drink and head back towards the group— “Then why did you bring it up?”

What did they put in the liquor tonight?

In all the time you've known Will, he's not a good liar. He’s also not good at hiding what he’s feeling on his face. His tongue presses against the inside of his bottom lip, face twisting to avoid an awkward grin.

“I thought it would make you uncomfortable,” he mutters, his eyes darting down to look at the foam in his glass. You shift, hesitantly moving closer to Will to capture his attention.

“What? No, it’s never made me uncomfortable before. Should it?” You ask, hand grazing his forearm. Which makes Will look at you before he shrugs, quiet and shy, similar to when you first met him.

"I've seen what it's done to other people, it could have a horrible ending,"

“Doesn’t have to,”

“But it could,”

“That stuff doesn't change anything, we're still..." You begin defensively, before the weight of your words slowly starts to settle. "..where we are,”

You chew at the inside of your cheek, the adrenaline bleeding out of your system. You don’t pick up on the shock on Wills face at first, but after a beat of silence you realize the depth of what you just said. Slowly, you swallow the sip from your drink, giving you enough time to possibly save yourself.

But you don’t say anything.

You both stare at each other incredulously.

“Well, where are we, y/n?" Will probes. He can see it now, the look on your face, the shock, the stature of your posture, the mistake it was saying that outloud. You know he’s asking because he already has an answer in his head, but he wants you to reaffirm it. You know Will, and Will knows you, it’s inescapable.

Again, the silence stretches, but not comfortably like it was the night before in your living room. This time it’s heavy, thick with anticipation.

Even with the loud chatter in the pub, it makes your ears ring. You’re convinced you two are the only ones not talking. The look on his face says he’s waiting for you to say something else, but you don’t. You swallow and lick the dry cast on your lips, being the first to break eye contact. Breaking the string tying you two together at this moment.

“Y/n, be honest with me—”

“Hello! What are we standing around for? We’re doing karaoke in the back, George has already had one too many as you can tell,” Chris comes over, his hands clasp Wills shoulders from behind. Chris looks at you first, and then glances to Will, noting the two of you saying nothing. Chris quirks an eyebrow, mouthing something along the lines of “Bad time?”

“Stop sitting around and flirting, will ya? At least when George flirts with him, he shares,” Stephen says teasingly, comes up to join you lot. He doesn’t note the tension between the two of you, or he totally does and just doesn't care. Both of which are completely plausible answers.

“Right, I’ll come on over,” You affirm quickly, seeing this as your only out of the hole you dug yourself into. You give one last glance to Will, and his face is twisted. His eyebrows furrow together, and his lips are slightly parted, it’s a look that reads we’re not done.

But you give him a pleading look that says not right now.

…⚽️

Will doesn’t say much for the next two hours. He lingers in the back of the group, occasionally sipping on his drink or checking the time on his phone. And you try your best not to stare, knowing that if you look his way— he’ll already be looking at you. He does eventually join the others for karaoke, obnoxiously singing and joining in on music that is playing while you all walk to the next place.

It’s left a pit in your stomach. Knowing that the next time you and Will are alone, you’ll have to be the rawest form of yourself. The part that you’ve been desperate trying to repress and lock away. You’ve never spoken much about how you really feel, afraid that if you start, you’ll never stop. Your feelings for Will are like an oil spill, a match could be dropped and everything would be caught on fire.

You can feel it, the anxiety, it started at your toes and it’s slowly crept it’s way up your torso. The walls are closing in and time is escaping. All because Will doesn’t speak to you, his fingers tapping the table rhythmically, his leg bouncing up and down causing friction to the table. You needed to talk now, even if it was going to ruin you.

Strategically, you get up from the table with a rather forced smile.

“I think it’s time for me to go home fellas,” you announce just after you all had arrived at a new pub. You had been to three pubs already, downed 4 shots, a tequila soda, a couple pints, and a dirty martini. Your shoes were sticking to the wood floors, phone on the verge of dying, and you were tired of having to hover while using the public restrooms.

“Oh not yet, y/n! The night is still young,” George teasingly pleads, and when he leans over to pull you in for a hug you can smell the liquor on his breath. Your nose wrinkles as you pat his back, giving him a small shove after. Unlike Will, it wasn’t as endearing .

“You are so hammered,” you comment, the interaction making the group laugh.

“You aren’t hammered enough,” Cal counters, leaning over to offer you his drink, to which you decline. His eyes are glossed over, and he has this lopsided grin that reads trouble.

“Take care of him won’t you?” You say, pointing at Stephen who shakes his head in response. Regardless, he grabs Cal, and shakes him.

“You stupid, fuckin idiot,” Stephen mutters to Cal, taking the glass between his hands and smelling it. His nose twitches, yet he still takes a small swig, coughing after the fact.

“Drinkin vodka that tastes and looks like medicine, you’re an odd man,”

“Seriously, I’ve got to get going,” Getting up, you shrug your coat on as you briefly say goodbye to everyone.

“We’ll take care of your husband, don’t worry,” Stephen jokes, forcing Cal to sit down in the process.

“You should really work on taking care of yours,” Chris bites back. You roll your eyes, trying to shrug off the overdone comment.

“No one vomit,”

“Will do miss,”

“Can’t promise anything,”

Telling Arthur to tell Chip you said goodbye, smacking Chris on the head for saying you’d come tonight, and finally, you wave to Will.

He nods at you, lifting his drink as acknowledgment. You pause, giving time for more to happen. You expect Will to join you, you hope he does, because you linger for a moment too long that everyone else notices— but he doesn’t. His body still, leaned back into the chair he sat in. Wills eyes flicker back towards the lads, and he doesn’t take a second glance. He’s letting you walk away.

So you walk away.

And once you’re out of the bar, you convince yourself you’ll hear his footsteps from behind. Ones that are hurried and rushed, maybe he was just taking his time to say his goodbyes. Will never let you leave without him, he always accompanied you, eventually going back to each others flat and falling asleep there. But you glance over your shoulder, once, twice, and before you know it, you’re on the train home. It leaves a hollow feeling in your heart, a cold chill that courses through your bones.

You don't remember the last time you left an event, a hangout, or even a video when Will didn't leave with you. You purposefully left thinking he would follow, but he didn’t, so maybe it wasn’t a big deal. Maybe you’re reading too much into it, he had a lot to drink and hasn’t been able to get out very much— he was just having a good time!

Looking at your phone, with 5% left, you go to your messages. Waiting for his text seemed desperate, but he always sent you one after a night out, it was normal. Whatever normal means to you both.

With a loud groan, and a frustrated tug on your hair, your phone shuts off and you let it fall onto your lap. No phone, no company, and no alcohol. What a shit way to end the night.

Now you’re left to wonder on the ride home if that was casual, or if you’re an idiot.

Recently, Will hasn't been able to sleep. Ever since he watched you walk out of the pub a few nights ago, he's felt this lingering regret. He hasn’t seen, texted, or called you since that night. And normally, he sends you a text to make sure you got home safe, but he didn’t even do that. Instead he anxiously turned off his phone the rest of the night and has been avoiding the feeling since.

At first, Will thought it best to keep it to himself, until one morning Will gave James a call in the early afternoon.

“Y/n says rubbish all the time, it could mean nothing,” James comments.

“No! You knobhead! She had this, this look and she said it like she regretted it,”

“Or it could mean everything, and you’ve completely screwed up–” James continues to mumble to himself.

“Why don’t you just make me feel worse about the situation, yeah?” Will huffs.

“This is why I didn’t want to give you my honest opinion because I’m not involved in the situation. How am I supposed to know what look she had?” James points out.

“You’ve known her just as long as I have,” Will says quietly, picking up the dishes left on his bedside table and bringing them out into the kitchen.

“What, you want me to write a song about it?”

“James!” Will whines.

“Okay, okay, what else happened?” Will sucks in air through his teeth, trying to recall the rest of the night.

“She left after a couple hours, that’s it,”

“What’s the matter with you?! You let her leave?” James yells over the phone, causing Wills eardrums to pop in response.

“What was I supposed to do? Follow her on the chance that she tells me that it was nothing?” Will argues, setting the dishes into the sink. There’s a silence over the phone before another loud yell,“YES!”

A beat of silence goes by, and then a wave of realization washes over. Will loudly groans, his palm banged against the counter sharply then slaps his forehead.

“..I’m a proper idiot, aren’t I?” Will asks, but mainly to himself. Finding himself leaning against his kitchen counter, pressing his phone to his ear with just his shoulder. He lets out another heavy sigh, using the pads of his fingers to rub circles on his temple and forehead.

“Mate, what do I do?” Will asks defeatedly. James shifts over the phone, drawing his attention back to the phone call. He can hear James footsteps stop, settling down to think about the question.

“Realistically, you talk to y/n. You’ve known her since you were twenty-two, If you don’t talk to her now you’ll be dancing around your feelings until you’re sixty, and by then she’ll have grandkids. You and I both know that this isn’t going away anytime soon,”

“Why are we being nasty?” Will says, a small exhausted smile making its way onto the corners of his mouth.

"I'm not! But I think it's ridiculous that you have any reason to believe that your feelings aren't reciprocated," James explains calmly. His tone was sure, confident, Will doesn’t think he’s ever heard James be so serious before.

"Have you been watching those edits of her and i recently?" Will tries to steer the conversation where it doesn’t put him in a vulnerable spot. Lightening the mood with a small quip, “They’re quite good, I can see how it would get in someone’s head,”

"Maybe. But regardless, I can still see how obvious it is that you two want to be together. Do us all a favor, Will. Make it happen. I don’t know what you're waiting for, really.” James confesses. As much as it was a weight off Wills shoulders, it was a weight off his as well.

So that's what Will does. After the phone call, he writes and deletes, and rewrites the text he's attempting to send you. Before he knows it, the sun is setting and he’s wasted the day away. So, instead, he gives up and heads towards your flat and arrives at seven sharp. No phone call, no text, just him.

With a small knock at your door, and his nerves making his hands twitch, he waits.

Will hears a few meows from inside, and then footsteps, before you slowly open the door.

“Will, hey,” you say softly, your eyes big with surprise. Will cradles a ball between his arms and a black jumper, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“Sorry for showing up unannounced, I just..” Will trails off for a moment, suddenly forgetting how to breathe. You observe his nervous nature, and stay still, patient.

“Do you wanna go for a walk, maybe?” he asks carefully, trying to give you space if that’s what you need. You lean against the door frame shrugging,

“It’s cold out,”

“I brought an extra jumper,” he says immediately, and your stature seems to soften. He holds it out for you, an expensive black knitted jumper he always wore in videos. From where you stood, you could smell his cologne, it makes you feel giddy. Even though you were still angry at how he disappeared the last few days.

“Alright, let’s go for a walk then,” you decide finally, knowing that Will wasn’t here for just a walk. He knows you know that, but the look on your face makes him feel a little more hopeful than before.

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hueningholic · 3 days ago

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i just read your work and wow im amazed! could you do jake and reader going out with enhypen like fancy dinner or even a nice club maybe–but all night reader is teasing jake under the table in front of his friends so, when reader excuses herself to the bathroom jake follows after her and fucks her in the nice fancy bathroom for being teasing him🤭🤭

he’s so the take u to the bathroom to fuck type. i can absolutely do this for you!! thank q for the ask anonnie <3

MDNI

content below contains mentions of heeseung and sunghoon, bf!jake, sub!reader, public sex, creampie (wear protection!), slightly perverted jake, petnames (my love, baby)

jake was your loving boyfriend for over a year now. it was always an idea that you and his friends could go out on a triple date, sunghoon and heeseung having lovers of their own that you were well acquainted with. tonight was that night, and you were so excited.

you wore a revealing dress that jake couldn’t help but stare at you in. it hugged you in all the right places, and had his mouth agape everytime you walked a certain way. though, that wasn’t the point— he’d make it through dinner then make love to you once you got home. well, that was initially his plan.

at the table, you were snickering to yourself about how his eyes never left your frame. your breasts jiggled everytime you laughed, your sleeveless dress shaping them enough to make him hungry for something that wasn’t necessarily edible. god, he’s such a pervert. but you loved it. your leg flexed out, your heeled foot slowly rubbing up his leg as you could hear his breath hitch. his eyes narrowed at your efforts, “y/n, you’re playing a dangerous game.” he whispered in your ear as sunghoon teased heeseung, and their girlfriends gossiped about everyday life to each other.

when he was practically sweating, you excused yourself from the table to go to the restroom. a break was much needed from teasing him, whose face was quite literally turning into the shade of a tomato from your actions and appearance. as you got up, you heard sunghoon ask jake if he was alright, his fingers practically dug into the table. all you did was smirk and keep walking, riling him up was your favorite hobby. the bathroom was a singular, much to your relief as you shut the door behind you— you’d only come in to fix your makeup quickly, so you didn’t bother locking the door behind you.

you jolted when the handle turned, jerking back to see jake entering in after you, locking the door behind you both with no hesitation whatsoever. “you think you can get away with turning me on like that, hm? in front of my friends.. how dirty, my love.” his words were low, dripped with a sultry tone that made you gulp with a newfound desire. “well, i dressed up for a reason..” you shrugged, trying to keep your cool amidst his sexual intentions. but inside, you were burning.

and here you two were, not even halfway through the appetizers part of the meal. your body pinned to the wall as his lips roughly molded into yours, groaning at the taste of your lip-gloss covered mouth and mixing it with the spit rolling off his tongue. you moved to touch him through his pants— only to receive a slap to your wrist, pushing it away. “nope, bad girls don’t get that kind of privilege. tonight, you’re under my control.”

you just nodded, lost in his gaze. maybe this was exactly what you wanted all along, for jake to put you in your place. he aggressively tugged down the front of your dress, your plush breasts popping out to his starving gaze. he even groaned at the sight, so obsessed with your body that was his to fuck.

his hands hiked your dress up enough before he lifted you by your hips, wrapping your legs around his waist as he grinded against your clothed core with his own. his groans were addictive, as if you could get drunk on the pathetic sounds he made— but no, he was in charge tonight. “j-jake, please don’t tease..” you started to beg, which just made him chuckle and press against you harder. “fuck, you make it so hard.”

he released you for a moment to undo his pants, unzipping them as he fumbled excitedly with the zipper. his cock sprung free, already leaking with pre-cum and so hard you were convinced it couldn’t become stiffer. “bend over.” jake demanded with a gruff tone, and you obliged— immediately arching for him as your hands pressed against the wall. he was quick to push your panties aside, fingers playing through your slick as you whined for more.

“sopping wet.. probably been like this all night f’me. naughty, thinking about me like that while heeseung is trying to talk to you.” he taunted, replacing his fingers with the tip of his needy cock as it slipped up and down your folds. “fuck me, jake.. need you..” you were in near tears, hands balling into fists against the wall. after another chuckle, his cock sheathed into your cunt with one smooth thrust, your eyes rolling back in pure sensation.

he was rough, gripping your tits from behind as he slammed into you. he wrapped your hair around his hand before tugging your head back, making your eyes meet his gaze. “look at those pretty eyes, wide open for me while i ruin this pussy.” he spoke breathily, you could tell he was coming to his high soon.

“cum with me, baby. clench around my cock. you can do that for me, right? hm?” he rambled on as you mumbled out yes, repeatedly, legs shaking as his tip kissed the perfect spot deep in you. “gonna cum.. gonna cum!” you whimpered uncontrollably as your knees collapsed inwards, shuddering around his length as he fucked you through it.

his hand found your asscheeks, bouncing back against him as he slapped deep red marks into them both, making your throat catch from how much you wanted to scream. thick ropes of cum painted your walls shortly after, jake tossing his head back as his own cute whines filled the individual bathroom.

he thrusted a few more times before pulling out, stepping back to admire how his cum dripped out of your well-used entrance. “fuck, baby.. did so good for me. did you learn your lesson? bet that whole table knows what we did now.” he jeered, that unique smile forming on his face that had you shaking your head as you now stood to situate yourself.

“well, someone couldn’t wait until we got home.” you teased back, and he just shook his head. “watch that pretty mouth, or i’ll have to shove it with “dessert” when we get home.”

#enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #jake hard hours #jake hard thoughts #jake smut #sim jaeyun smut #nana: enhypen :P

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lias-writings · 1 day ago

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cruel world

pairing: finnick x district12!victor!reader

warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of: forced prostitution, violence, and death but not described, established relationship, kissing, pet names (sweetheart, love, honey etc.), one slightly dirty joke, other characters mentioned, usual thg stuff, set in catching fire

a/n: uhhhhh i’ve been writing this for two weeks now, just couldn’t get myself to finish it, it’s here now tho so enjoy!!! ALSO IM THINKING ABOUT MAKING THIS A SERIES WHAT DO WE SAY?? (divider by @dollywons)

word count: 4.6k

finnick o’dair thought that he will never feel worse than when he was reaped for his games, barely at fourteen years old having to fight for his life in an arena with twenty three other kids. when he won his games and had to live with the heavy weight of the lives he took or when he was being sold and used by the capitol ever since he was fifteen.

that all changed when finnick met her. the love of his life with the same fate. a victor that was desirable for capitol’s citizens. a big mistake. he felt horrible whenever she was pulled from his arms to be used by violent, greedy men.

the feeling that beat those was when the quarter quell was announced. finnick he was the only male victor in district four and when mags, his mentor, volunteered as tribute for his friend annie cresta it was even worse.

finnick put on the typical mask of arrogance and pride, smiling into the cameras while his eyes hid fear and worry, his mind begging for his girlfriend not to volunteer, as he watched the screen from the justice building in his district.

“as always ladies first.” effie said into the microphone, cameras pointing at her face as they finally streamed the last of the twelve district. it was different this time, sadder. everyone was confused, heartbroken and angry.

katniss’s name was called and before anyone had the time to process it, the only other remaining female victor immediately raised her hand.

“i volunteer.”

finnick’s vision went black, he suddenly felt nauseous and sick. he didn’t know if he wanted to strangle her or hold her and never let her go. probably both.

the train ride was a lot less calmer than two years ago, when you were reaped at sixteen years old, as a tribute for your district.

the setting was quite familiar, really, haymitch was trying to drink himself into oblivion as always, effie was speaking about manner and being a team, peeta was quiet probably bracing the probability of death more than last year and you were thinking about finnick. what he’s gonna say, what are you gonna say, everything.

you wouldn’t really blame him if he was gonna get mad at you. you would too. you had the chance to not go back, yet you decided you will. although, you knew finnick would do the same in your place, katniss had a family she had to take care of, you had only finnick and friends, that all were going to the arena as well, making you wonder, how could anyone think you’d stay home and just watch? a lot of people would, but not you.

the train finally stopped in the capitol and from the window you saw people on the station, screaming and cheering and waving, greeting you and peeta. you just gave a fake smile, before disappearing behind the curtains again and following after effie to the exit.

deep breaths. in and out. your brain repeated to you, as you walked through the familiar hallway, hand in hand with peeta, showing each other support, through a little gesture.

“they all know each other, have been friends for years which gives you two a disadvantages since y’re newbies, try to make a good impression and allies, that is the most important.” he warned looking straight at you and not at peeta at all.

“but- that makes no sense, getting too close to them will just give them an opportunity to kill us right away.” you argue with your mentor.

“sweetheart, if you two stay alone, they’re gonna hunt y’ down, immediately. say what’cha want but i know these people.”

“how can we even trust them?” you throw your arms defensively, sitting on the chair, in between your blonde friend and effie.

“hey, c’mon…” peeta tried to convince you. of course he thought that your trust issues were valid, but he also understood that if you wanted to live at least after the bloodbath, you’d have to make alliances with some of the other victors.

“it’s not about trust it’s about staying alive.” haymitch gave you a strict, pointed look, ending the debate, placing the empty glass that smelled of whiskey, back at the table.

after the talk with haymitch you both were send to your quarters before your prep teams would call you and discuss the opening ceremony.

the elevator felt too small, too slow and too hot to keep your nerves in check. you knew you wouldn’t be able to calm down until seeing finnick, yet everything around you was making it even more unbearable, the feeling of being pressed together into a little ball, like the walls would close around your body, squishing you together.

“see you later?” your blond district partner’s voice echoed in your ear, taking you out of your thoughts and you give him a brief nod of agreement as an answer. if it was not for him maybe you wouldn’t even notice that the elevator’s door clicked open at your destination.

walking into your room, you slump on the bed, diving back into your restless mind. the room was just so capitol like. modern and luxurious, brightly coloured. a king sized bed places in the very middle of the chamber, a lone painting of the city’s skyline hung on the wall, soft carpet covered the first three feet of a measure from the edge of the bed so coldness of the floor would not be the first thing waking you up in the morning as if to make up for the coldness of the room on it’s own. there was nothing personal, nothing idiosyncratic that would make it imperfect, that would make it human and feel like home.

the swirls of your own brain would maybe swallow you whole if there was not a knock on the door and then a face of your district’s escalator appeared.

“sweetie, be ready in few down at the hall, pleas. also, special someone is waiting for you.” effie smiled, and her eyes held a sparkle of mystery. oh, how much she rooted for you and finnick, how much she rooted for katniss and peeta. she tried to hide it, but you were an observant person and the lessening ignorance from her was just making you like her more but you understood the importance of keeping up a mask.

“thank you, effie.” sparing her a small smile, watching her leave, you walked toward the mirror that decorated one part of the wardrobe’s door. you fixed the mess your two braids had become and tied the bows of ribbon on each side again. it was there to ground you. maybe you were crazy, but that little flashes of colour in the grey and dusty district you grew up in, were giving you hope. hope that not everything was black and white and that there was a way out. you hoped they would work the same in here. to remind you where you’re from, that fighting is a second nature to you.

impatiently stepping, from foot to foot, in the elevator you waited for it to get to zero. you didn’t know why you felt so sick. you did this before. you can do it again, right? maybe if finnick’s fallen, worried face wasn’t the first thing you saw when the elevator let you into the lobby, where prep teams were supposed to pick up their victors in no time, those affirmations would’ve been more affective. just maybe.

puffing out your chest, straightening your back, and walking towards the group of much older and skilled victors with confidence seemed like a good idea second ago, the other second when enobaria pierced through you with her gaze, not so much. you had a deep respect for that woman.

swallowing down you walk up to the other duo standing there. you counted five victors in total, which was not much, but you assumed others were or requested to be escorted from their private rooms. few meters from the career pack, there was no one other than finnick with mags next to him.

finnick chatted with his career co-victors for a while, trying to appear as indifferent and as charming as he always is. there was no way for him and you to be in a public relationship, no. it’s been just a secret between you and your closest friends. you did try to hide it from snow, but he found out in a matter of weeks anyway. surprisingly he let it slide, a thought forming in his head how great of a extortion method this could be for him.

“i won’t look into what you do in private, but for everyone else, you and her have to appear available and willing, mr. o’dair.” snow’s voice ringed in finnick’s head often, killing him from the inside like a parasite.

a good way to describe president snow, who always found ways to hurt and destroy more and more. increasingly often you and finnick found yourselves escorted at the capitol from your districts, to satisfy the greedy clients that simple objectified and violated you, leaving you feel used and dirty.

finnick had a comforting arm around mags’ shoulders, few moments after excusing himself from the conversation with the other careers, waiting for their prep teams. a familiar sounding footsteps echoed through the room, familiar scent lined through the air as you neared him, finnick adverted his eyes from mags’ looking up so he was met with a warm, soft but confident gaze of his lover.

he wanted to run to you, take you into his arms and kiss you senseless. instead he just gave you that warm smile, waiting. he was still upset about earlier events but also incredibly understanding and content to see you alive.

giving a brief nod of acknowledgment to the careers you hurried to hug finnick, while trying to make it look like he wasn’t the love of your life or something.

“finnick.” you breath out loud in relief almost, leaning up to wrap your arms around his neck, feeling his muscular arms envelop you once again after all the long weeks of being out of reach, just relaying on a belief the other one was safe.

“my love…” he whispered softly, almost inaudibly so no one would hear, but you did and that was enough.

he didn’t wanted to pull away from you, almost felt like he physically couldn’t until you did, leaning back, taking away the warmth you provided for the brief moment the embrace lasted.

“hi mags.” you greet mags, the wonderful old lady you’ve grown so much to, finnick’s mentor and the female tribute for district four. she returned your hug, giving you a smile, her gentle motherly hand brushed your cheek.

the next day the training began, you were given your training suits and alongside peeta, you walked into the training room. so similar to how you remembered it. the survival stands, fighting matts and of course simulators, for archery, knife throwing, sword fighting and much else.

you part ways with your district partner, for now, walking around slowly, trying your hardest to smile at the other occupants of the room, but most, just hissed or glared at you, until by the corner of your eye, you caught those crazy geniuses from the third district or whatever haymitch said, struggling to make a fire.

“you should move your hands downward and faster.” you try to advice putting a smile on your face, as you tried unnoticeably take a closer look at the pair, sitting down next to them, watching beetee try again.

“a little brutal force..” wiress gasped as she saw the smoke coming out of the wood.

“is always helpful. thank you.” beetee finished the line for his district partner and smiled at you, pushing his glasses back on his nose.

“by the corner of the table.” the female tribute whispers mysteriously, making you look up at the balcony, the gamemakers watched you from like hawks analysing their preys. you squint your eyes trying to figure out what was wiress talking about, so you ask.

“plutarch?” the head gamemaker had talked to you, at the victor’s party very briefly, few momths ago, but wiress shook her head and beetee seemed to be only remaining from the trio to catch on what his co-victor was talking about.

“force field.”

“how do you know?” you ask curious, scanning the area, but you just didn’t know what to catch onto.

“the shimmering. top left side.” beetee explained lightly turning your head towards the imperfect edge of the figurative border, “you see it?”

you nod along, fascinated by the occurrence. “almost like glass.” you commented.

“it separates them from us.” wiress sighed and you frowned knowingly.

“i know who’s fault that is..”

“electro-magnetic.” beetee stated after analysing the force field for few another seconds.

“how can you tell?” you ask again, confusion settling in your expression a they laughed. “is it obvious or something?” you pout almost as they giggled some more while you were trying to figure pit if there was something you were missing.

“they might as well put a sign there.” wiress laughed some more as beetee tried to explain it to you.

“look around, the holograms, the lights, every once a while, they flicker. why?”

“because the force field is taking up too much energy.” you answer, nodding understandingly, feeling a little better after seeing his pleased smile at your correct answer.

“there’s always a flaw in the system.”

and that made you think for few seconds, just about how true that was, but before you could dive too deep into those waters, by the corner of your eye, you caught mags, making fish hooks. you excuse yourself politely, from the district three victors and made your way towards the eldest mentor and this years tribute.

your gaze scanned over her creations. you knew how to make those, because finnick taught you some time ago, it came in handy a lot, you just wanted an excuse to talk to her.

“volunteering for annie was really brave.” you say standing next to her, giving her a soft encouraging smile.

mags just shook her head, her gentle hand touching your chest, which was your answer. you knew what she meant. that she admired your bravery to volunteer for your best friend instead.

before you had a chance to say anything else, finnick appeared behind you with a trident and a rope in his hand, grinning, like he was having the time of his life.

“you know this is the best knot you can know in the arena.” the blonde said hanging a noose around his neck.

you just gave him an unimpressed look but barely could fight back the smile as you were looking at him, knowing full well that was his only intention beside showing off.

“don’t look at me, look at the knot.” he chuckled as he tried to lecture you, dramatically tugging on the end of the rope, towards you.

“hilarious.” you comment, crossing your arms over your chest, but an amused smile was plastered on your face, reaching your eyes even.

“do you wanna take me for a walk?” finnick cocked his eyebrow, while keeping his tone light, his bronze waves already were a mess after his training, and maybe you even would if it wasn’t for the given circumstances so you just roll your eyes over him coyly, walking past him, for your chosen weapon to train more your skills.

“oh, really?” you heard finnick’s voice call behind you and you just had to smile for yourself before focusing on the task at hand again.

“good news.” haymitch walked into the lounge room of their floor that peeta and you were occupying, stopping right in from of the couch you were sitting on.

“more than half of the tributes want you as their ally.” haymitch said, arms folded over his chest, but what he said, was meant as a praise, he was relieved you made a good impression.

“well they saw her fight.” peeta said, standing next to haymitch, mentioning how you left everyone speechless at the training earlier today after showing your chosen skill in full swing.

“well sweetheart, who’s your pick?” haymitch asked expectantly before muttering under his breath. “beside o’dair of course..”

“i want wiress and beetee.” you say without much thinking, blinking as you saw haymitch’s expression shift ever so slightly.

“johanna calls them mats and voltes.” your district partner comments, not so sure with your choice of allies.

“well honey, who’s else?” haymitch tried again, his last hopes mirroring in his eyes.

“mags.” you shrug softly almost pouting at the looks you have gotten from your mentor and co-tribute.

haymitch swallowed, hard. looking at peeta who was right now rethinking all his life choices before looking back at you.

“i’ll tell them y’re still makin’ up your mind.” he settled on before walking back towards the elevator.

soon enough the prep teams plugged out their victor, to make them look as significant as attractive and as glorious as they can. you were waxed off of all your additional body hair beside those on your head. they bathed you, scrubbed and soaped up your body with the expensive products that held rich scents of vanilla, strawberries and sweet cakes.

it didn’t take more than hour before cinna walked through the door of the room where you were supposed to wait for him.

“cinna..” you hug him, your hair still wet. he was the first person from the capitol, you ever trusted. he was a great stylist and even greater man. as a stylist for district twelve, he dressed both you and katniss for your games.

breathtaking, mesmerising, magnificent, enchanting and just simply beautiful. all those words could describe the dress you wore. white, wedding like, but incredibly revealing even if they were floor length. that’s how you first would call it, they wanted you to be desirable. you knew why. you knew it was all president snow, teasing, poking and provoking. it was just so him.

“and if i die in that arena, my last thought will be of your lips.” you watched finnick say on the stage, next to caesar flickerman, and god did it sounded so fake. the audience swooned, some of the other victors beside you made disgusted faces and you, you were the only one in the room, knowing it was real.

flickerman sent him off the stage with a laugh, and called the female tribute from district five on the stage. the victors kept changing and before you could listen more to johanna’s screaming, finnick’s voice stole your attention away.

“break a leg, or whatever you say in twelve.” the typical arrogant smirk decorated his perfect face as he snickered, throwing yet another sugar cube into his mouth, you knew it always did ease his nerves.

“maybe johanna will break his leg.” you mutter adverting your gaze to johanna mason, raging on the podium. when finnick introduced you to her first, you found her hard to trust, but soon enough you got used to her unpredictable, fierce nature. your calmer and rational thinking was a great contrast to your friendship.

the observation earned a chuckle from finnick as he took a little step closer to you, looking at you with his sea green eyes, for a long moment as if complimenting your beauty with just the look on it’s own. finnick had his way with words, there was no discussion about that, but his eyes always spoke for him first.

“see y’ later, honey.” his thumb ever so gently brushed against your chin, as he turned to walk to the other already interviewed victors.

“peeta.” finnick acknowledged your district partner with a brief nod, and he got one back, from the younger blonde.

“finnick.” peeta muttered, walking up to you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder briefly before he saw haymitch nearing both of you with effie trying to keep up with him on her dramatically tall heels.

“you know what to do?” haymitch switched gaze between his protégés, before sipping some alcohol from his flask again, to make sure they understood. earning a nod from both you and peeta he sighed, for now leaving it to the fate.

“it’s time.” effie chimmed when your name was called and started lightly pushing you towards the staircase leading up the podium.

“our lovely girl, all the from twelve, doesn’t she look beautiful?” caesar gushed putting a hand over his chest, while holding the microphone in the other. the audience cheered, they loved you here, you were such an interesting victor to the capitol.

“tell us, did you leave a special someone at home? i don’t believe you didn’t.” laugh erupted from the crowd but everyone awaited your answer.

“thank you, caesar. what a..nostalgic feeling to be here again., but i didn’t, really.” you smile sweetly, your eyes searching for a head of bronze waves underneath the podium but the moment of silence flickerman left you was way too short, for you to be successful. and also technically, you weren’t lying. the special someone was there with you.

“unbelievable. such a beautiful young lady. ain’t i right gentlemen.” the crowd cheered once more before caesar asked you other number of questions.

“you did good, now you two should get some rest, the raiting starts early again tomorrow.” haymitch said as he walked with you and peeta to the elevator after introducing you to his friends, seeder and chaff, the victor tributes from district eleven.

you gave a hum in an answer, leaning against the glass wall of the lift while it gone up, not paying attention to the conversation haymitch had with peeta, getting lost in your thoughts once again before johanna’s loud voice pierced through the compressed space.

“care to unzip?” she grinned at peeta which you just rolled your eyes over, until by the corner of your eye you caught familiar tall frame that stepped in just behind johanna. finnick.

“haymitch.” the victor from district four cocked at your mentor, who just gave him a nod, brief annoyance flashing over his expression, just before johanna completely stripped off her clothes having all of the three blond’s eyes on her.

“thanks. lets do it again some time.” she called over her shoulder winking at you, before walking away into the hallway of the seventh floor where her quarters were.

“thank you.” the oldest member of the group answered and finnick threw a smirk at you making you roll your eyes once again, not even noticing haymitch’s judging look thrown into your boyfriend’s direction.

“not tired, o’dair?” your mentor uttered indifferently, looking everywhere around just to not catch your gaze.

“ve got a great stamina.” the younger blond mused while peeta just shifted awkwardly not comfortable in the position between the two older victors.

you just fake coughed lightly into your fist, reminding everyone of your presence so all the male victors around went quiet rather than being scold for the childishness of their arguments.

“twelfth floor.” the voice in the elevator announced and peeta was the first one to get out just to disappear into his bedroom, wanting to leave you and finnick some space, knowing he will talk to you later, but mainly wanting to get away from any other possible drama.

haymitch almost lazily shuffled out, into the hall, drinking the liquor from his flasks once more, before turning his head to look at you, making that disapproving face.

“use protection.” he just muttered before getting lost as well, before you had any chance to yell something back at him.

“are you even allowed to be here?” you turn to finnick, before he led the two of you slowly to the balcony railing, his hand holding yours.

“i didn’t ask.” is your answer from him along with that charming, kind smile of his. finnick leaned against the railing, reaching his free hand out to cup your face, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

it was more than comforting, to after weeks of loneliness, spent the night in finnick’s warm, loving embrace, his presence always had the charm to keep the nightmares from haunting every minute of your not so peaceful sleep.

the four days went even faster than it did last time. the individual rating was something that went completely around you and your brain wasn’t able to process much of the given informations, when it was occupied by the thoughts of what is gonna happen tomorrow and if you will live to see what happens after tomorrow.

“pst. hey, hey baby.” the familiar gentle voice took you out pf your thoughts and you turned around to see finnick standing at the doorway of your bedroom. for tonight, you had agreed to sleep separately, so you’d be strong and fully rested at the dawn.

“finnick!” leaping into his arms you take the feeling in, as if it was the first and last time, you ever get to feel his love and care.

finnick smiled, holding you close to his chest his arms supporting your weight as he leaned his head down, kissing your lips gently. then again, and again.

“i’ll see you in the mornin’ m’kay, sweet girl? ‘s all gonna be okay.” he gave you a reassuring look pecking your forehead.

“yea, in the morning.” you mumble, just clinging close to him, not being able to say much right now, feeling your insides being tangled in a one knot and squeezed tightly.

“good night, my love.”

“good night, finn.” unwillingly you let him go only comforting thought being that it all, might soon be over.

#finnick odair x reader #the hunger games #finnick odair #angst #thg #thg finnick #catching fire #thg fanfiction #lia writes 🌷🛍️

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chrismybouncyhouse · 1 day ago

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I don’t like sharing

Warnings: smut, jealous!matt, oral (f!receiving), pet names (pretty girl, mama, baby), (idk what else to put)

Summary: you’ve been close with the triplets for a while now. You’ve always found Matt attractive in ways you know you shouldn’t. After spending the month with them you find out that the fantasies have been mutual

The time has finally come. You get the spend the entire month with your best friends, most importantly.. Matt. But let’s be honest, you were nervous as hell.

You just landed at LAX, finally having connection, you feel your phone vibrate in your hand. Looking down it’s a message from the group chat with the triplets.

YAPPERS✨

Matt💙: be there in 15 kid. Got the other idiots with me so be prepared.

You giggle at the text rolling your eyes playfully before responding.

You: lol okay, just got my bag. I’m under 5F.

As you see the car pull up you can feel your heart race. It wasn’t like you hadn’t spent time with them before but it’s been a while since you’ve seen them. Chris gets out to open the trunk for you and putting your suitcase in the back before bringing you into a hug.

“Damn kid, I missed you!” Chris says rocking side to side. You laugh “I missed you too Chris” before you could even pull away, Nick is yanking Chris back hugging you tighter than ever, “mmph- missed me, huh?” You say laughing breathlessly due to the tight hold he has on you. He laughs letting go “YES! It’s been forever!” You look over his shoulder seeing Matt patiently waiting for his turn. “Hi” you say just above a whisper before you sling your arms over his shoulders engulfing him, in a very obvious flirtatious hug. His hands find there way around your lower back returning the hug “Hey pretty girl”

The ride to their house was fairly quick due to the conversation never dying. “Alright, let’s get your shit inside, Its late and im tired.” Chris says grabbing your bag out the back. Slinging yourself out the backseat you see Matt waiting patiently. “You good, love?” The eye contact was heavy, you could hear your heartbeat loud in your ears. “Yea, just tired, that flight was long and packed” you say, lazily walking in the front door.

“Soo, y/n, you’re sleeping with me. I need my cuddle buddy” Chris says with a big ass grin on his face. Giggling at that big stupid grin, You feel Matt’s eyes on you. Turning to look at him, his expression seems- off? Maybe, jealous? Not thinking any deeper into it, you simply agreed with Chris.

The past couple of nights you’ve been sleeping with Chris. Simply a platonic relationship, filled with cuddles at night. He was always fairly touchy but it never bothered you. But Matt? There was always something different with his touches. The lingering feeling after he has his hand on your waist to scoot you over, or when his hand lingers on your thigh while you all watch movies. Maybe it wasn’t anything, just simply your attraction towards him.

You and Chris were hanging out in the living room, head on his lap while you watched tv and he scrolled through Tik Tok. You had a blanket draped over your bottom half, Matt came in and lifted your legs, sat down and placed your legs on top of his. His hand planted on your thighs, drawing lazy circles with the tips of his fingers. “You sleeping with dick face over here tonight, or can I have my turn with you?” Matt says gripping your thigh causing your breath to hitch. Heart pounding, thighs clenching and avoiding eye contact, you respond. “I was going to but yea, I’ll sleep with you, kid.” He responded with a satisfied hum and continues his small circles on your thighs.

A few hours later you find Chris asleep, hand in your hair from playing with it previously. And you weren’t far behind, slowly dozing. Matt noticed your eyes grow heavy, he stands up, stuffing his phone into his pocket “c’mon sleepy, let’s go to bed” you look up at him slightly huffing, due to you being tired, before standing up to follow him to his room, leaving Chris with the blanket trying not to wake him up. As you both entered the room, Matt closes the door with a soft click and the faint noise of the lock flicking.

You climb into the bed not even bothering to cover up. Matt got in next you, back against the headboard. you look over at him and just then he tilts head slightly to maintain the eye contact. “Come” he pats his lap, eyes flickering from yours to your lips. “What?” Feeling your body heat and your cheeks blush. “Please mama, come sit”. You felt your stomach do a somersault and your core clenching around nothing at his words. “Matt..” you whisper, lifting your body slightly to look at him fully. “Y/N..” matching your tone, shifting ever so slightly in his position. Getting up and shifting to straddle him, he glides his hands up your thighs, watching his own hands, and stopping once he reaches your hips.

“Matt?” Shifting slightly, his grip tightened on your hips. earning the softest groan from him. You can feel the wetness between your legs grow. His eyes finding yours “I really missed you. You’re always sleeping with Chris” your breath catches in your throat “I missed you too, I didn’t know you wanted me to sleep with you. I always sleep with Chris when I’m here” “mm..” worry planted on your face at his response. Just when you were about to respond he grabs your jaw and pulls you down, lips almost touching and your hands planted on his chest.

A small whimper escaped through your lips. Matt removing his hand from your jaw and planting both hands on your hips, guiding you in the way he wants you. Feeling his buldge where you need him most. “Mm- Matt” speaking breathlessly, screwing your eyes shut at the friction. “Look at me, baby” he says in a low growl, and you do as you’re told. “Such a good girl, huh? Do you have any idea how long- mm- I’ve wanted you on me like this?” He grunts between words. “Hate seeing you and Chris all over each other, giving him all your attention.” Grabbing your throat and pulling you down once more lips ghosting your ear as he whispers “I don’t like sharing, baby”

He then planted his lips on yours. Slow, needy- no. Desperate. Tongues dancing together, grinding yourself against him. “I need you Matt.” Just then he flips you over, hand trailing down til he reaches the waistband of your sleep shorts. Looking at you, silently asking for permission. You nod frantically.

Your shorts and panties find their way to the floor, and Matt gets comfortable between your thighs. Planting hungry, wet kisses up your thighs til he finally reaches where you need him most. Hooking your legs over his shoulders, he flattens his tongue over your clit. Your hand immediately finding his soft curls. “Fuck..” breathlessly leaving your lips as your chest rises and falls at every tentative swipe of his tongue.

“You taste so fucking good” moaning against your sopping cunt. The vibration sending a jolt through your body. He brings two fingers to your entrance, slowly slipping them inside you. Pushing them in and out of you, curling his fingers, and his tongues pace never wavering. Earning a loud moan from you “M-Matt.” Your grip tightening in his hair. Grunting against your cunt, he speeds his pace. “I-I’m gonna- fuuuck- cum.” Feeling that band in your lower stomach tighten. “Cum for me baby. Fucking make a mess all over me.” His fingers still fucking into you at a rapid pace, just then the band snaps. a loud pornographic moan escapes you, squirting all over his face and hand. A grunt coming from Matt “Fuck-“ Slowing his pace, guiding you through your orgasm, dragging every last drop out of you.

Slowing pulling his fingers out of your drenched cunt bringing them to his mouth to clean them off. He leans over and kisses you. A soft whimper leaves you as you taste yourself on his tongue.

Feeling his aching cock press against you, you try to reach for the waistband of his pajamas, he stops you. “Next time baby. I got all I needed from you tonight” you nod your head as he gets up to get a wash cloth to clean you up.

“I was serious- about sharing.” Matt spoke after laying down next to you. “I know baby” you say sleepily, draping your leg over him, getting comfortable. His hand finding your waist, kissing you one last time before he drifts off to sleep.

Your best friend just ruined you.

Im sooooo sorry if this is ass. It’s my first fic <3

#christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo smut #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic

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mistnhoney · 1 day ago

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Pick a picture : what is your s**ual partner craving from you (now or future)

Pile 1 :

The energy im receiving from your partner is kind of nerdy hot bf who does you for the weekends , absolutely hot energy , they think you kind of give out mommy energy and they would like to get you pregnant , they love your moans and would like you to moan harder when you guys are having the time , for some people they would love to see you with a back or thigh tattoo and fuzzy lingerie fuzzy handcuffs , they like it when you move your hands accross their body softly and kiss the tip of their d**k , they love your bj but they love your b**bjob even more they would love to do you so soon but they also love the push and pull when you say no it just turns them on more when you just make them wait and all of a sudden you want more that turns them on so much , bondage is something they wanna put you in and do you in the air , for some of you if this relationship has been long term they might propose to you very soon ;)

Pile 2 :

The energy here is of a popular person , if you guys haven't had it yet they're dreaming of you and it will happen very soon if you both agree to it , the energy is of making you feel totally out worldly, I see kisses and licks everywhere, hickys and soft and wild s*x , they go deep into you and whisper praise and degrading words all together is their fantasy , you enjoying is their fantasy they crave all of you for many days they wanna be faded into you . For some of you this maybe a situatuonship they would like to hit from the back and hold your hairs , i also some tummy kisses , they're kind of big tho you will have fun they might steal your number from a friends phone lol . You will get flowers and fine dining , this seems purely s**ual so don't get too attached , take care :)

#pick a card #pick a pile #pick a picture #pick a photo #18+ tarot #18+ tarot reading #fs reading #tarot pac #tarot pick a card #tarot community #tarot #tarot reading #Spotify

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purebarnes · 2 days ago

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MR GRAMPS- I MEAN GRUMPY

synopsis. when bucky gets a little grumpy. or when america and kamala bug him all day.

contents. fluff, bucky being a girl dad to children who aren’t his lol. grumpy bucky. swearing (barely)

pairings. bucky barnes x fem!avenger

Everyone in the avengers compound were getting ready for their first official meeting with some new faces and as some people were just talking among themselves. You had seen throughout the room that some younger recruits had been wandering.

With that, you went to clear your throat.

Heads turned to your direction. Being a close friend of Tony, everyone had agreed that you’d be the best choice for a leader to lead everyone in a new direction.

“I’d like to begin. If you all could just come closer and have a seat.” You spoke looking at all of them who had a seat, other just standing up.

A girl who had beamed up and sat right in the front seat looking you up closely. You felt her eyes right in front of you and gave her a soft smile, squeezing her shoulder lightly.

“Alright. First thing first, we have a bunch of new faces so I’ll just begin.” Grabbing your tablet that had projected on the screen in front of them.

“Let’s see. Bishop?” You asked when you saw a hand go up who had been sitting next to Clint.

“Lang?” Expecting one hand to raise. Two hands went up as you let out a soft chuckle, “Cute. Not you Scott.” Scott let out a cackle, when Hope went to slap his arm playfully.

“Okay. Chavez?” The teen girl raised her hand.

“Khan-" You hadn’t gotten to finish when she interrupted you, “I’m here! I just want to say im a big fan of you all, Captain America! And Ant man and you, oh! I know you. I love your suit, what’s it made of? I know all about you!”

Kamala had blabbed on, she had beamed about every superhero in the room as she got some amused looks at her as you nodded.

“I’m happy that you are excited Kamala. Let me just finish alright honey.” The girl gave her a nod and she sat back down, still smiling to herself.

“Listen, we don’t have big threats as of now. But we do have some intel on some robberies going on throughout the city. I want to team you all up in groups, work with the new guys and Scott please do not eat ALL of the donuts.”

“Hey!” Scott got up abruptly, frowning. “They are meant to be eaten.”

Before you could walk forward, a presence came in front of you and you stepped back to see America and Kamala. “I sent everyone their designated assignments and groups.”

America looked ahead, “Where do you want us?”

You hummed, giving both the girls a sincere smile “My dears, I want you to meet my special friend.” You spoke walking towards your favorite grumpy guy.

“Bucky.” Right then Bucky had been in a full conversation with Sam about some nonsense that you didn’t care to be apart of, you tapped his shoulder.

“Ohhh. Yeah real special.” Kamala gave you a grin when you furrowed your brow together, “I know all about you two. Carol told me everything.”

Bucky sighed at her.

“Bucky, I want you to help the girls.”

Bucky shook his head, “No.”

“Yes.” You nodded.

“Why me? Give them to Scott or Clint.”

You stared at him, “Cause I said so.”

Kamala and America both looked at you and Bucky bickering back and forth about them going with him. America chuckled at them, you grabbed your tablet once you finished talking to Bucky.

“I just sent over everything you need to know about them, they aren’t monsters. They are just girls.” Eyeing them quickly.

Bucky grunted grabbing his tablet and checking to see who he had been grouped up with.

K. Khan

A. Chavez

Seeing that you only had paired him up with the girls, he turned around. Giving you a “really?” look as you you gave him a smile and turned once more.

“It will work out. Girls, Bucky will be your leader and,” You said but put your head down so they could hear you, “Between us.” You signaled with your finger.

“He tends to get a little grumpy and he’s technically is like 100 years old so..”

“I can hear you.” He interrupted.

“Clearly has no manners.” The girls had chuckled at the older woman.

“Don’t worry, we got this.”

You faced Bucky to see not happy at you with your executive order, eyeing the two girls. America eyed him and backed up.

You giggled. “Thanks. I love youuuu.” Giving him a short peck on his cheek, singing the last part as you went your own way on your duties.

Right as you left, Bucky was left with America and Kamala where one had looked very concerned and the other looked giddy.

Taking the tablet and walking ahead not saying anything to the girls. America rolled her eyes, “Okay. Do we follow or- okay im just gonna follow you.”

“You walk fast for an old man.” Kamala added.

Bucky stopped abruptly. Turing around slowly, “I’m 105- that’s old. Like very old.”

Glaring at the brown girl, she mumbled. “He’s old but he can hear.” America nodded in agreement.

“So.. how long have you been together? And how does that work?”

Bucky blinked slowly. Ignoring them as they all reached towards a training ground, America started to bring up the conversation from before.

“She’s very pretty.”

“And funny.”

“Mm hm.” Bucky replied.

“As much as I’d like to finish this conversation. You two need to start on training.”

Bucky had never been so happy to finish training and finally go home, many endless hours of the teen girls just talking and talking about every little thing. If it was about you and Bucky or about their families back home, they would just talk.

“That was such a fun day!” Kamala beamed up, standing up as she saw Bucky still on the ground laying down with his eyes closed.

America hummed, “Yeah.. Bucky?”

“Is he dead?” She asked quietly as she saw that he wasn’t moving moving.

“I wish.” Bucky mumbled still with closed eyes.

“No way. Then you wouldn’t have us!” Kamala giggled.

Bucky blinked, “Yeah that would be a bummer.”

“Let’s go gramps.” America spoke out.

Bucky got up and reached for the door, “Let’s go.”

As the three of them went towards the compound, they noticed that half of the team had left and it was just you and Sam left.

You smiled looking at the girls, “How’d it go?”

“They are awful.” Bucky groaned.

“It was great!” Kamala cheered.

Looking at the girls, “Listen Buck. I know you just spent the whole day with them but I promised Strange and Danvers that I’d keep them safe. They need a home.”

“Fine. But they better not be annoying like they were today.”

“Thank you.” You replied giving him a quick squeeze.

Bucky turning around, “Let’s go before I leave you here.”

Once you had officially welcomed the girls into your home, “So this is it. Welcome home.”

“You got a nice home. Very cozy.” America complimented, looking ahead to see a home she hasn’t seen in awhile.

“Please don’t break anything. Talking to you both.”

“We’d never! Look at this.”

Something almost falling off the counter until you caught it quickly, “Alright. Girls let’s get ready for dinner.” Chuckling lightly to see them walking around to see more of the house.

“Sure. This way? Or this.. we will find it.” Waving it off and looking for the bathroom.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky x reader #marvel #bucky barnes x female reader

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