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cllightning81 · 11 months ago

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Winners [MV1]

Summary : Max decides that it's finally time to put rumours to rest and share your relationship with the world.

Pairing : Max Verstappen x Ice Skater!reader, Reader x OC

Word Count : 0.8k

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Max was jealous to start off with there was a connection between you and your partner -Luca- but that was just something that he learned to deal with over time. He started to understand that you put your life in Luca’s hands every time you stepped out onto that ice. If Luca dropped you wrong or if you fell wrong, that could be everything over for you, and he learned to accept that.

Everyone had warned you about not falling in love with your partner, and that was never exactly a problem. You tried it once, but the connection wasn’t a dating connection. It was a trust connection.

Finally, your competitions and Max’s races finally lined up - Miami - it allowed you to visit a race, and Max visited one of your competitions. Luca decided to join you because there was nothing better to do.

Walking into the paddock laughing with Luca, Max passed you with a couple of members of the Red Bull team. He reached his hand out, and you took it. He pulled you forward with a smile. His arms wrapped around your neck to hold you close. One hand sliding down your back and into the pocket of your jeans

“What are you doing, Max?” You whispered, looking up at him.

“I think it’s about time we share all of our relationship with the world and not just the part we were planning on” Max replied, and you looked up at him, eyes wide.

“You want to go public more than just dating?” You asked as he took a step back

“Yeah, I left a little surprise in your back pocket. GP and Rupert are waiting for you in the garage. They’ll get you both sorted” Max walked away, and you turned back to Luca and started walking. Your hand reaches into your back pocket to see what Max had left in there. Your engagement ring.

Max had proposed a few months ago, but everything about your relationship was private. Only people close to you knew about it.

“You’re doing that today?” Luca exclaimed, hand resting on your lower back as he led you into the Red Bull garage. Slipping the ring onto your left ring finger, you nodded

“Max decided it was time, and if he’s ready, then we’re doing it because I’ve been ready for months” You smiled. GP greeted you with a hug as the SKY TV and F1TV cameras panned into the garage. Luca and yourself showing up on the TV with your names written in the bottom of the screen as Rupert handed you both a pair of headphones connected to the radios that also block out the noise for when the race starts.

Luca’s hand stayed protectively on your lower back until Max came back into the garage. Max wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your head with a smile

“I need to go get ready. I’ll see you before I get into the car” Max explained

“Luca make sure she’s safe” Luca nodded

“Obviously, wouldn’t let anyone or anything hurt her” Max hummed in response to Luca and walked away to his driver's room. Luca and yourself walked over to the VIP corner bit they had and sat down.

It felt like forever until Max kissed you before getting in the car watching the race in person was terrifying. Max made his way up the grid from P9 to P1, also setting the fastest lap. His trainer walked over after the race

“I’ll take you down to the podium Y/N. Luca, you coming?” He asked as you got up

“Made a promise I’d keep her safe so I’m coming” Luca laughed. Luca’s hand rested on your waist you kinda leaned into him as Rupert led you both down to the podium. Surprisingly, even while being in the public, eye crowds were the worst thing you’d ever come across.

Standing at the front of the barrier, when Max got out of his car, he jumped into the arms of his team before moving along to greet you. His hands rested on your jaw as he leaned forward and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss before he pulled back

“You did so great love” You smiled, holding his hand

“I’m so glad you’ve finally been able to come to a race” He smiled

“You get weighed and that trophy so we can celebrate later” You pushed him away as he laughed turning to the podium before you knew it the Dutch anthem was playing through the speakers the team cheering for Max and Checo during the Austrian anthem. Walking back to the garage, cameras were now focused on you and Luca after your helmet kiss with Max.

Getting into the garage, Max pulled you into a sweaty champagne covered kiss one with true meaning this time. Your hands wrapped around his neck as his rested around your waist, pulling you closer to him

“Looks like we’re both winners here” He pulled away, referring back to you and Luca winning your competition the other day. Winning felt great, but nothing would ever feel better than being able to be in public with Max sharing how much you truly love him with the world.

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yourusername Just a couple of winners this week. I love you so much, Max, and I'm so happy to spend the rest of my life with you. Luca, I have the most respect for you being able to deal with us over the last week.

There's nothing more I want in this world than to continue skating and spending the rest of my life with you and start creating our future even with Luca as our adopted son.

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maxverstappen1 : I love you so much, Schat. We're gonna be a power couple winning all these competitions with our adopted son nearby

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landonorris : Congrats to the couple. Never thought I'd see the day where Max settles down

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user2 : OMG, THIS IS CRAZY WHAT IS HAPPENING

user3 : Wait? So, Y/Nca aren't really a thing?

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A/N : I might write a part two if anyone's interested in it. My only problem is that I know nothing about ice skating and only had this idea from the movie I was watching. But if it's requested, I'll do it.

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starssaroundmyscarssblog · 11 months ago

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𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄

pairing: 90s!liam gallagher x fem!tennis player!oc

summary: in which they probably shouldn't have ever been a thing, but liam and lottie don't really care that much

word count: 2.19k

warnings: swearing, allusions to sexual content, fade to black smut bc it makes me uncomfy sorryy ++ links to the 'fern and noel' saga

he didn't know how it ended up the way it did, but fuck was he happy about it.

when they were younger he would stand on the side of the court behind a net at the tennis centre twenty minutes away from burnage on the train for her county matches. now he sat in guest boxes and spent time not rehearsing and recording plane hopping from open to open, tournament to tournament watching the way her agile feet jumped along the clay staining the soles of her white tennis shoes red.

she acted in turn thought and for that liam was thankful. watching her launch the ball from serve to return over the net was exhausting, but he knew the training and flying to catch the occasional gig was worse and he didn't know how she did it: give a blinder of a performance at the wimbledon grand slam finals and then land in lisbon to see him perform after her hours of press campaigns.

in liam's eyes, lottie could do no wrong; she was perfect in every sense of the word back when they'd started dating in secondary school. she'd offered to help him to pass his ppe's at the pleasure of his mam, she didn't smoke or do drugs at house parties, wouldn't touch a drop of alcohol until she was of legal age and even still it was rare enough to see her do it.

training took up every week night as well as all day saturday, she worked at the bar at the boardwalk in the evening (ironically she was a dab hand at making a blinder of a cocktail) and dedicated sunday to her homework followed by perfecting her serve stance and follow through.

lottie had everything going for her, something that she made clear she wished he had too. many a time she'd be sat with liam late at night, after her shift at the boardwalk, in the middle of the grassy patch in the children's play ground. "someone'll notice you eventually, i know they will. everyone who's seen you loves you."

liam pulled a handful of grass up with his hands out of frustration, a half burnt out cigarette hung between his lips that she couldn't keep her eyes off. "dicks aren't writing about us, though. no-one south of hale or north of oldham knows who we are."

three weeks later, liam had interrupted her training session. he cut off her backhanded serve and pulled her shoulders to him to kiss her soundly as lottie's tennis instructor yelled at him to leave. liam pulled away, grinning brighter than she'd ever seen him, "we've got a record deal, lotts. creation want to work with us, they've signed us!"

a grin split her cheeks right in two. lottie flung her arms around his neck, stood right on the tips of her toes to keep a balance her instructor would have been proud of had he seen it out into action in another other given situation. he blew sharply on the brass whistle hanging on a loop around his neck, hands on his hips as he glared lottie down. she withdrew and whispered a select congratulations in his ear and pushed liam away towards the gate he'd bulldozed through, with a kiss to the pulse point on his neck

lottie was training for the french open when she was called over to the reception desk, hot and sweaty with her hair stuck to the back of her neck, to take a phone call. "hello?" she questioned down the line, rolling her ankles so she could jog back to the clay courts and hit the ground running. she nearly lost her grip on her racquet, slipping through her fingers to collide with her trainers, when liam laughed down the line. "hey lotts, you wouldn't mind paying out my bail would ya love?"

"i thought you were going to belgium," she managed to splutter out, "what did you do to get arrested on a ferry?"

"bit of a long story, babe, but can you pay it?"

she sighed and pinched her nose. "fine, yes. but seriously, liam, this is the last time i'm going to do it. if i find out this has anything to do with you snorting one before boarding you'll be out of my flat and onto your arse faster than you can blink."

on the other end of the line, standing against a pay-phone in a belgian police station, liam adjusted has stance against the pillar. he sat down on one of the wooden slated benches lining the concrete walls and tried to cover his crotch. he chewed his lip in thought, laughing fakely at something bonehead shouted, and his voice turned sombre. "it's not. promise. just had too much to drink an' all that, having a bit of fun before r'kid turns into commander and fuckin' chief."

he heard her heavy sigh and his heart sank. liam had no doubt in his mind that he would be out on the end of astrid's boot in a second if he didn't clean up his act. "i mean it, li. one whiff of cocaine being found in my house and the confederation won't let me compete. i'll phone alan and tell him i'm paying out your bail. you can call me when you get back." lottie hung up on him and handed the receiver back to honey, who was sat behind the desk and messing with the crucifix around her neck pretending like she hadn't overheard any of the conversation.

out on the courts and with little under two months until her first match of the french open, lottie bounced from service to base line, firing fuzzy balls back to over the net while the red clay stained the hem of her whites. she scratched her racquet more times than was necessary to lunge for the ball, while shooting up and zipping around the boxes as she worked harder against the machine.

sometimes during their rigorous training jamie, her coach of seven years, would start loud shouting conversations while lottie was working her arms and thighs. he argued it helped her maintain good breathing regulation and improved concentration, because viewers in the stands could be distracting at the best of times. "so what's new with the rock star, then?"

she grunted as she sent another ball flying over the net and into the wire fence surrounding the court, skidding on her toes in pursuit of the next only an arm's stretch away, "nothing. the twat's only gone and got himself arrested because he got pissed on an over night ferry. 'this is the last time, babe, i promise'", she mimicked in a high pitched voice, "like hell it is."

"ah." jamie ran a finger over the hair he was trying to grow out on top of his lip, "has the brother been in touch yet?" a cold wind shot through the air and he pulled up the zip of his tracksuit closer to his neck. lottie's back flared up in goosebumps but she kept moving, running around the court and rounding up the balls to pour them back into the funnel of the dispensing machine. "no, but i'm expecting a call soon. when one phones the other usually follows suit."

astrid pounded at the treadmill in the gym of her hotel in paris, five minutes away from the large clay court stadium she'd thrashed each of her opponents on. she'd played her way to the final three days and came away relatively unscathed, apart from a strain in her serving wrist that a quick round of physio patched back up. lindsay, an american who was in the running for the doubles championship, was using a bike next to her.

between the two of them they shared an earbud each, stemming from a cassette player settled on the window sill and balancing in the middle of their sponsored water bottles. all of a sudden liam's voice crackled through her ear, and lottie shook her head as she cranked up the incline under foot. lindsay looked at her out of the corner of her eye, cycling as if her life depended on it. "not a fan?" she inquired, bringing down the gears to loosen the tension burning in her calves.

"it's not that," she panted, pushing through the blister forming on her heel, "i just can't believe you are. they're bastards, all of them."

lindsay gradually brought her legs to a stop, taking a moment to bring down her breathing before swinging over the seat to stand up, "i thought you were going out with one of the brothers."

"oh, i am," the incline increased again, "but it doesn't mean i can't call them that." lottie brought the treadmill down until she was walking on a flat line, and took a large sip of water. she looked at her watch and checked the pedometer hooked over her shorts by her hip and started to gather her things. lindsay moved to grab a skipping rope and stretched out her arms behind her back.

"and speaking of whom, i'm off. they should be here by now, good luck for tomorrow if i don't see you."

"and you, lotts. i've heard martínez is training hard, she won't give you an easy run."

lottie zipped her fitted jacket halfway up and tucked her thumbs into the loops around her wrists. "i know. see you on the podium." she left the gym with the two plaits her hair had been tied in laying over her shoulders. in the lift, lottie brushed her eyebrows back into place and checked her watch again, sidestepping a confederation official on the way out into the lobby.

she rocked back and forth on her heels near enough away from the reception desk so as not to look like she was loitering, but close enough to be saved if there were any photographers crouched in a bush with a long-range lens.

as lottie was attempting to push back a cuticle on her nail, she heard liam first rather than seeing him. his loud voice disrupted the peace of the hotel, earning him a disapproving glance from the bellboys and an even dirtier look from noel who was sulking behind, face like thunder.

liam sauntered into the lobby with his sports bag slung lazily over his shoulder, and his eyes were drawn to the dip of lottie's tits first before her smile. she wrapped her arms around him and sighed heavily in content, taking his congratulations on her progress in the open to heart. then she drew away and went to hug noel, who visibly recoiled.

"what's up with you?"

"nowt." he grumbled, shuffling around with room keys.

liam scoffed. "like fuck it's nowt. you're just in a mard because fern broke up with ye'." noel looked like he was ready to hit his brother square on the nose, but was restraining greatly. lottie tried not to sound too sympathetic when she consoled him.

"look i don' want to fuckin' hear it from you either, lotts, no offence. now is there an offie 'round here, i'm dying for a cig and i haven't got nowt."

lottie furrowed her brow in thought and tried to ignore liam looking at her out of the corner of her eye as if he wanted to jump on her right there and then in the glossy lobby.

she crossed her arms under her chest to push up her tits more, just to wind him up. liam discreetly adjusted the way he was standing. "err, yeah. i think there's one just down the road."

"cheers."

noel had sped away before he could even ask someone to take his bag up to his room. liam grumbled out 'lazy cunt' as he made a show of hauling it over his other shoulder, herding lottie into the lift with a hand over her chest.

as soon as the mirrored doors slid shut and they felt movement, liam was attacking lottie with a kiss so searing she felt breathless within seconds.

"missed you so fuckin' much," he mumbled, moving to ravage her neck.

when the lift doors slid open again she dragged him back to her room with her hands on the back of his neck, pushing noel's bag off is shoulder and leaving it abandoned outside his room. liam's hands were roaming over her arse and he withdrew the room key from her back pocket, scanning it before shoving her inside.

"all that time away from you was fuckin' torture," he groaned as her nails dragged down his stomach and traced the low-hanging waistline of his jeans, "need you now, babe." he sighed against her chest as lottie slowly unbuckled his belt, his hand weakly climbing her torso to palm at her tits through her tight jacket.

lottie smirked, "if being this far away from me turns you into this much of a mess, liam," at this she walked him over to her bed to sink down between his legs, following the seam of his jeans up his thighs and to his exposed boxers, "i'm going to have to get competing more often."

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dragonnarrative-writes · 5 months ago

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Kinktober 5 - Muzzle/Pup Play

Slasher Johnny x Dog Trainer Darling (Reader/OC)

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CW: 18+/MDNI, pup play, electro shock, pup play, chastity device, confinement, denial, D/s dynamics

Johnny’s hands bracket you at the counter, so suddenly that you almost throw the strawberry you’re chopping into the air.

“Wee bit jumpy, hen?” His lips tickle against the back of your neck.

“How’re Simon and Precious?” you ask, ignoring your racing heart. No use rewarding bad behavior with attention. You pivot away when he tries to rub up against your ass. “No, Johnny. Go get ready for dinner, if you’re not going to talk to me.”

He huffs, then sniffs the back of your ear, the way he knows tickles. You swat him away, focusing on finishing the salad. The chicken is staying warm in the oven, along with the potatoes. Since Johnny is home, you whip up a quick gravy before tossing the strawberries in the salad.

You’re just finished dishing out your portions when Johnny strides into the kitchen, naked except for his collar and cock cage, pup hood held dangling from the fingers of one hand.

“Smells goo- ack!”

You set your most unimpressed face as he falls to his knees and grabs at the shock collar around his throat. You put your hands on your hips. “Bad dog. I said get ready for dinner.”

The glare he throws you is equal parts angry pup and devoted hound. You watch him think about pushing the boundaries further, eyes dancing between your eyes and your thumb on the remote to the shock collar. After a couple of beats, he grins.

“Ach, ah’m f’rgettin’ mah manners,” he chuckles, prowling forward on all fours. “C’n ye help me, pretty please?”

When he offers up the hood, you arch an eye brow. “You’re really pushing it, tonight.”

“Please, ma’am,” he purrs, blue eyes sparkling. “Ah can be a good dog.”

Johnny cannot be a good dog. He makes such a mess of his dinner it can’t be anything other than deliberate. He whines and cries worse than a puppy when you lock him in his crate while you clean up. It takes him almost three whole minutes to sit for you to let him back out.

“I don’t know why you don’t go for a run before you come home,” you mutter, pushing him off of the couch a third time while you try to watch your show. “What’s gotten into you? Speak.”

His voice is muffled behind the small gag built into the hood. “Please, c’n ah come?”

That makes you laugh. You take his chin in your hand and shake him as you coo, “Oh, so Simon got you all worked up chasing his girl around, hm? That’s why you’re so badly behaved tonight?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he groans, softening now that he’s got your hands and attention on him. “’M sorreh, ah tried to be good.”

“No you didn’t,” you chide. All the same, you lean down to kiss his snout and scratch at his mohawk. You coo as you cup his cheeks in your hands. “You decided to come in here and be the worst you’ve been since I brought you home. Didn’t you? Poor puppy.”

He whines, ears turning bright red. You watch him decide not to try to climb in your lap, and reward him by finally paying attention to the cage between his legs.

He’s half hard, straining against the rings of his cage in a way that looks genuinely painful. His hips twitch forward when you nudge the inside of his thigh. You let him duck his face against your thigh, pup mask keeping his face up, eyes on you.

And then he wraps his arms around your legs, pulling your legs so fast you can’t stop your socked feet from sliding between his thighs enough for him to start humping your leg.

When all you do is look at him with your eyebrows up, he picks up his pace, cage digging uncomfortably into your calf. Your leggings get wet with his excitement, almost immediately, and your knees grind together, but it’s not painful, so you don’t correct him.

He figures out his predicament soon enough.

“Fuck,” he snarls, tossing his head back. Wild eyes meet yours. “Please, hen, please, ah’m beggin. Lemme ou’, ah’ll be a good dog.”

You hit play on your show, and lean back, not paying him any attention at all. “Bad dogs don’t get rewards.”

#kinktober 2024 #dragonnarrativewrites fanfiction #slasher handler #soap suds #Dog Trainer Darling is so strict #if you ask soap she's PURE EVIL #(he could reach up and take off the shock collar at any time)#(he's in love)#slasher simon: this bitch stole my dog...!#at this point i'm not calling them “day” anything #i'm gonna be behind #and that's just gonna have to be it

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beingalive1 · 1 month ago

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𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐏𝐭. 𝟐

Rupert Campbell Black x Oc (Lady Francesca Wellington)

Summary: Francesca Wellington was everything Rupert Campbell Black was and more. A successful show jumper with a title and an estate, she had it all. She was a constant reminder of the man he once was. He couldn't help but hate her for it and yet, he loved her for it just the same.

Part one : Here

Part two: Coerced by a friend

As the tyres of the O'hara's family vehicle graced the gravel of the Priory's driveway, Francesca Wellington was doing what she considered a valuable part of her daily regiment:

dancing in her underwear to Donna Summer's 'Bad Girls.'

The athlete sighed blissfully as cigarette smoke wafted from her pink lips, her feet shifting rapidly along the fluffy carpet set upon one of her home's many living room floors. Her tan skin glimmered in the sunlight that poured through large bay windows overlooking her estate. Green grass and flowers hypnotic with scent played a delightful background to her mildly risqué dancing. Her body moved along to the beat of the music, her curtain of dark curls swayed in time with each of Donna Summer's lyrics.

She was in absolute bliss. Nothing could spoil her mood.

Not even Freddie Jones, who, for the last ten minutes had been knocking loudly on the door of her home. The portly man wiped his forehead in annoyance, his moustache twitching. He knocked once more. No response.

He huffed as he pushed the door open. It was unlocked, as always. His ears were promptly assaulted by loud music wafting from the large home's second lounge. He minced forward, his eyes taking in the many familiar pictures of horses and other animals displayed proudly upon the tall walls of the entrance hall. The dogs greeted him at the door: two Saint Bernards, a golden retriever and a basset hound. Their tales wagged in sink as they hounded Fred, a usual guest. He stumbled forward, his mildly ill-fitting suit now covered in copious amounts of hair. He wandered towards the living room, catching sight of Francesca in her state of undress.

"Jesus Christ!" The man spouted out, his hand jumping to cover his eyes from the sight in front of him: Francesca dressed in only a pair of red panties and a silk cami.

"Freddie." Francesca greeted calmly as she moved towards the stereo to pause the music, her tan legs slowly stepping across the carpet with grace only possessed by swans and athletes. "No Valerie today?"

Freddie sighed, his eyes now fixating on the rug below his feet. His eyes staring deeply at the blue pattern of the carpet as he slowly made his way to the couch. "No Frank, not today." he replied. Thank god. He could only imagine his wife's face if she too had walked in on the antics of one of his closest friends; he figured he'd swiftly be banned from ever seeing Frank again.

Francesca, or Frank as Freddie referred to her as, disposed of her now finished cigarette into an ashtray before wrapping herself up in a silk gown and placing herself next to her dear friend. She had met Freddie Jones the week she moved to Rutshire. She had been on a run, training for the next riding world championships when Freddie had very nearly ran her over with his bright red sports car. He apologised and offered her a ride home; she told him that she'd only accept his apology if he could secretly bum her a pack of cigarettes behind the back of her riding instructor, Marty.

They became good friends swiftly after that.

"So Fred-Fred," Frank mocked gently, "not that I don't enjoy your visits but why exactly are you here disturbing my afternoon cigarette and session of dancing in the nude?" Due to the strict regiment of an olympic athlete assigned to her by her multiple trainers; coaches; and Marty (who she more feared then respected): Frank was only allowed one cigarette a day. To disturb her whilst she smoked was either a considerably brave act or, considerably stupid. Freddie Jones was definitely not a stupid man. She couldn't help but wonder why exactly he was so desperate to speak to her at this hour.

Freddie shifted uncomfortably, his back leaning against the copious amounts of pillows set upon Frank's couch. He tried his level best to avoid her eyes. He knew, with one look into that sharp stare of hers he would be instantly coerced into talking. Freddie swallowed deeply, his hands finding comfort in stroking the hair of Barnaby: Frank's Basset hound who too had found himself on the couch. The basset lying blissfully asleep between Frank and Freddie's laps, acting almost as a protective barrier between Freddie and the spitfire he affectionately called his friend. "...Tony Baddingham is having a garden party at his estate in the next two days. Valerie is desperate for us to go and I was wondering if you could maybe come with? I know you must have been invited and-" He was swiftly cut off by Frank jumping off the couch and walking towards the other side of the living room. He watched her worriedly, his hand still stroking Barnaby who now appeared frustrated at his owner for disturbing his slumber.

"Absolutely not I don't do press Fred." Francesca shook her head, her curls flapping ferociously along with the movement. Freddie often thought, despite her gracious and humble disposition in front of the cameras and the Olympic committee, that his friend resembled a fire. Just as warm and as comforting as the flames but also just as dangerous. She looked like every other Lady: with aristocratic features and a slim athletic body, but her hair was as wild as her soul.

Freddie continued to pet Barnaby slowly, his eyes watching Frank as she looked outside towards the fields containing her horses. Fred knew Frank only looked towards her horses or her dogs when she felt uncomfortable. The confident and strong-minded woman only ever felt true peace within the company of her many animals. "Frank," he started gently, "it's only one party and you could avoid the photographers at the front gate by sneaking inside within the boot of my car?"

Francesca smiled slightly, the mental image of her body draped in some ridiculously expensive dress being stuffed within the confines of Freddie's car boot made her want to giggle. "You couldn't fit me in that ridiculous sports car of yours."

"No," Freddie chuckled slightly "I couldn't. But I doubt Val would mind you being stuffed in her boot beside her party gift for the Baddinghams."

Frank outwardly laughed this time, her thoughts drifting towards lying in a boot parallel to some ridiculous gift basket Valerie would purchase for Tony and Monica Baddingham. "Fine," she conceded. She could never say no to the sweet smile of Freddie Jones. "But I'm not buying them a bloody gift."

"Darling." Freddie began, walking from the couch towards her and placing his hand upon her shoulders. "Your presence is more than an appropriate gift."

She snorted, lightly slapping the lapel of his suit. Her feet stepped away from Freddie and walked across the blue carpet towards her pack of cigarettes. She lit another one, smoke puffing its way from her lips and swirling around the large room. Freddie opened his mouth to protest but was swiftly stopped by Frank's manicured hand lifting up into the air. "Uh-uh, I deserve this if I'm going to be spending my weekend conversing with Tony Baddingham and all of his entitled friends."

Freddie nodded in begrudging agreement, a smile perched upon his lips as he gazed at her in thanks. "Thank you Frank." He said genuinely.

"It's alright. Better you and I face those sharks together than you alone." She said, shrugging off his thanks as she often did. "Besides, how bad could one afternoon listening to Tony Baddingham beg me to join Corinium's board be?"

If only she knew.

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heyyypuddin · 8 months ago

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Withering Petal ( Armando x OC) Bad Boys chapter 2

Chapter 2

Everything was going great. For the first time in a while, Amora was having a smooth day. She finished working on a side project for a client that she did not like at all because he was an absolute asshole to her every chance he got, but said client is paying her to where she's set her financially well for about a year, and she won't have to deal with him until the next year. Her giant black schnauzer, Bowser, didn't act up today when she took him to his trainer. Even her own training sessions at her Muay Thair lessons went well, and lastly, it helped that she didn't have any nightmares, which always gave her relief.

Amora stood up from her office seat, stretched her body, and went to walk over to the full-length gold-framed mirror she had tucked in the corner. Taking a quick look at herself, she took in the sight of her brown smooth skin cladded only in a red lacy nightgown with her jet-black hair coiled down her back. She took a closer look in the mirror at her hair and grabbed the rattail comb she kept on her desk to fix the middle part since it looked a little crooked. A sigh escaped her full lips as she finished fixing her hair, scowling at her reflection.

“I need to call Yana for a touch-up,” she thought. She steps back from the mirror and gives herself one final look before calling for Bowser and walking to the staircase that's to the left of her upstairs loft.

She heard his collar jiggle and the pitter-patter of his paws coming from her bedroom as she waited for him so they could go downstairs for his last walk before it got dark. Her fur baby rounded the corner, looking like a void of black fur, coming at her with full speed. She felt a smile tug at the corner of his lips before she gave him the stern command, “Sawaru.”

Immediately he sat, but only for about 30 seconds before he got up on his feet, placing his paws on her upper bare thighs, trying to get some affection. She rolled her dark eyes, but the full-blown smile gave away her true feelings, and she couldn't help but start giving him love.

“You’re such a cutie; awe, yes, you are. Who's a good boy? You areeee” After a minute of showering him some love, she took him downstairs and put on her outside slippers, grabbing his doggy pop bags and the gun she kept behind the black entrance table, making sure it was properly loaded, like usual since she’s never had to use it.

“At least I don't have to use it yet,” she thought bitterly, and she was outside the door, letting Bowser speed past her into her own private land. She wasn't worried about anyone seeing her since she was the only house in her area for at least half a mile. She moved to the railing she had on her porch and looked around her surroundings, appreciating the beauty of nature in front of her. The sun was setting, coloring the sky pretty pink and orange-looking, and the gleams of the sun were hitting beautifully on the small woods to the right of her house.

She scanned the trees to make sure she saw nothing hiding in the tree lines. A slight paranoia broke into her mind as she was stuck scanning the trees until bowser bark cut through her mind. Immediately she tensed and gripped her gun, snapping her head to where the bark came from, but relaxed once she saw he was only chasing after a bird flying around his lead. She sighed and rubbed her forehead with her freshly done French-tip almond nails.

“Come on, Amor, get out of your head; everything is fine, and we’re safe,” she said out loud. She took two deep breaths to battle the rising panic she felt edging slowly over her body.

Bowser barked again, and she looked his way, seeing that he was about to use the bathroom. She gripped the doggy bag and sped away to clean up after him and bring him inside since the last of the sunset had gone away and what was left in the sky was only a blanket of stars.

Taking one last look at the tree line, she hurried inside and set her alarm system, making sure everything was locked as it needed to be. The front and back doors, all the windows upstairs and downstairs, and the kitchen and living room were locked. When she was done doing everything, she placed her gun back on the table, turned on the two lamps she had in the living room, sat on her big black couch, and grabbed the blanket and the book she was reading earlier, thinking she was going to have a peaceful night. But she only got 10 minutes into the book until she heard her robotic alarm system go off.

“Motion sensor activated, right side of house”

Immediately, she jumped up, ran to the library wall she had on the right of her couch, and grabbed the shotgun that was in the secret compartment. She quickly ran to the front door, Bowser right at her feet trailing along.

"Alat," she told him, and he went into his protective stance. In front of her, she opened the front door, taking a deep breath before holding up the shotgun that was shaking in her hands and quickly walking to the right side, where she saw the monitor lights shine. She quickly scanned the area and saw nothing out of the ordinary until Bowser started growling as they got closer to the lights.

Amora froze as she saw it—or him. It was a man leaning over in all black, blood dried up over his tan skin, with weapons attached to his body. She saw that he was gripping his right side and had a hand up that was blocking the light. But that hand, too, had blood pouring down it. She saw him look in her direction, but as he did, he fell to his knees and landed face forward in the grass, unmoving.

She let out a shaky breath and stepped closer to get a better look at the intruder. She picked up a rock that was near her and threw it at the stranger's head, seeing it bounce off his curly hair, but he was still unmoving.

“Kansatsu Suru,” she commanded, and Bowser ran over to the stranger, sniffing and shoving him. He whined and looked at her, but still, the stranger did not move.

She walked up to the man, looked around the area, making sure she saw nothing else, and looked down at the man before kneeling to grab his arm to drag him to the house.

Authors Note: and that’s chapter twooo. I hope you enjoyed. Hopefully it’s not too slow and not too fast.

I almost forgot here are translation for whenever she’s speaking to Bowser

Japanese - I am not fluent in Japanese, but I did try researching these words to make sure I’m using them correctly.

Sawaru- sit

Alat- Alert

Kansatsu Suru- Observe

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