#I PUSHED IT LAST NIGHT EVEN. I went to bed later than I should have bc I was having TOO MUCH FUN...

[shima-draws]

God gives his toughest battles (being at work DESPERATELY wanting nothing more than to be at home playing the new Genshin Fontaine update) to his bravest soldiers (me)

#Shima speaks #Genshin Impact #I PUSHED IT LAST NIGHT EVEN. I went to bed later than I should have bc I was having TOO MUCH FUN... #I have a lot of thoughts but here are some #A. STEAMPUNK STEAMPUNK STEAMPUNK STEAM PU #B. Fontaine gives me MASSIVE Unova vibes. Mountainy region with lots of pine trees.....also reminds me of home irl #C. THE UNDERWATER SECTIONS ARE SOOOOOO COOL AND SO FUN AND SO PRETTY AND SO #D. I got Lyney on literally my LAST pull call that lucky ducky #E. The update was TOO chonky....I had to delete HSR off my iPad bc Genshin's so FUCKING thicc. WHY is it so thicc #I was able to redownload HSR onto my phone bc my phone ACTUALLY has decent storage space. #I mean my iPad has 64 gigs but Genshin takes up like. 40 of that #And HSR is around 13 gigs rn #My iPad was like nope can't do it fam ;) #Me: NAURR!!!!! #Anyway I'm the bearer of the curse (being at work wanting to play in Fontaine so so so SO bad)

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Irresistible {7} || CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader, Max Verstappen x fem!reader Summary: After everything, you get a happy healthy ending. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, angst, smut, fluff. WC: 4.5k F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven

Your Playlist:

Big Girls Don’t Cry - Fergie

Pretend - Secondhand Serenade

No Right To Love You - Rhys Lewis

You Broke Me First - Tate McRae

Lose You To Love Me - Selena Gomez

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Wicked Game - Violet Orlandi 

Charles’ Playlist:

Your Call - Secondhand Serenade

The Loneliest - Mäneskin

Roses And Butterflies - Making April

Amnesia - 5sos

Miserable At Best - Mayday Parade

Love Is Gone - Slander

The Man Who Can’t Be Moved - The Script

Charles was spiralling with every mile that grew between where he was and where you were. The only updates he had from you were in the form of photos on Instagram and his concentration went into waiting for your next post instead of the preparation for the final free practice of the day. He had sent you enough unanswered messages to know you were ignoring him and it hurt more than he dared let on.

“She’s not home yet,” he said as he caught up to Max in the paddock. It was half a question and half a statement, but he needed some sort of confirmation.

“I know.” Of course Max knew. You kept in touch with him, sending him sporadic messages when you stopped to take in the beautiful countryside on the quiet roads. It should have been a four hour drive but you were content to make it last the day so you didn’t have to think about what you had left behind. 

Max looked like he was going to say something else but he closed his lips as an arm curled around Charles’ waist. Whatever information he was going to offer was replaced with a simple, “I’ll see you later.”

Charles turned to Charlotte and his eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “I thought you left.”

“Because we had one little fight?”

“I would hardly call it little.”

“Whatever,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Anyway, now that Y/N’s gone things will be so much easier between us. We can get back to how we used to be. We are good for each other, Charles.”

Charles briefly entertained the idea of pushing her away but then he remembered how lonely it was sleeping by himself. It was completely stupid to even think the relationship could go back to how it was but he was selfish, if he couldn’t have you then settling for her was going to be the next best thing. 

“How about we talk after practice?” His voice was full of defeat and Charlotte knew she had already won as she kissed his cheek and let him go.

“I’ll wait in your garage.”

He faked a smile and headed after Max.

The air was stale when you stepped into the apartment, not bothering to turn on the lights as you dragged yourself down the hall and into your room. Charles’ bedroom door was still half open, the bed unmade and clothes spilling out of his drawers, sending a pang of hurt to your chest before you pulled it shut. You collapsed face first on your bed and just managed to send a message to Max letting him know you arrived safely before you let your emotional exhaustion take you under. You didn't bother to text Charles, he was probably busy anyway.

Dawn came with all the same enthusiasm that you woke with. The skyline was a watery grey and even the birds failed to raise any sort of trill with their woeful calls down on the mariner. Dew clung in the air and on your cheeks as you opened the balcony door and chased away the stale air from being closed up for weeks since the last visit. 

Your memory here before the lockdown began didn’t hold a lot of details but you did remember the aroma of coffee drifting up from the cafe below the building. Unfortunately there was only the tang of salt and storm on the air as you inhaled deeply before making the call that was long overdue. 

As expected your father answered straight away, the confusion clear in his voice as he realised that his little night owl was up at dawn. “Hey kiddo, is everything okay?”

“Can we have a donut day?”

You could already hear him moving around the house and he must have covered the microphone as he said a muffled goodbye to a sleepy Pascale. “On my way.”

Donut day was created the day you got your first period. As a panicking solo dad he had rushed to the supermarket for supplies, but he left with mostly donuts and other treats. Thankfully Betty was better prepared and soon arrived with everything you needed, along with calm instructions on how to use them. After that, any day that was absolutely terrible was called a donut day. You and your father would sit on the couch and scoff down a box of donuts until the comfort food worked its magic. 

You paced the living room until the doorbell rang and practically tore it off the hinges in your haste. You really hadn’t noticed just how lacklustre months of video calls were until you threw your arms around your dad and buried your face in his shirt. Video calls couldn’t capture the smell of his aftershave or the feel of his beard when he kissed your forehead like you were still a little kid. 

“I missed you too, pumpkin.” He pulled back to look at your face and his brows pinched together. “Rough night?”

You snorted a laugh but it cracked in your chest and your head fell down. “The last time you asked me that was in Monaco too.”

“I remember. Is this about a boy?”

You nodded and took a seat on the couch while he pensively watched from where he stood. “Will you sit down? You’re making me nervous.”

He huffed and went to the kitchen instead, grabbing a plate and emptying a bag of pastries onto it. “This is the closest to donuts I could find, sorry.”

“It’s okay, it’s not about the donuts.” You picked at a pain au chocolat while he took a seat and grabbed a pain au raisin. “I…”

You didn’t know where to begin or what to say, you just knew you had to get the truth off your chest so you could try to move on. Maybe by admitting the mistake you made, it might somehow ease the guilt you were carrying.

“A boy, right?”

“Yeah,” you murmured. “The same one actually.”

His eyebrows shot up his forehead.“From when we visited?”

“The very same.” You swallowed but the pastry seemed to coat your throat and you nearly choked before you abandoned it. “It was Charles.”

“Oh,” he said with a nod before it seemed to connect and his eyes widened. “Oh…well…shit..”

“I should have said something sooner but I didn’t want to make things awkward for you and Pascale but I…I really fucked up, dad.”

You could practically see his thoughts crossing his face as he remembered how you had called him the first day, asking to stay anywhere else. A heavy sigh fell and he seemed to deflate into the couch cushions. “I thought you were with Max?”

Your eyes narrowed but you didn’t deny it. “How do you know that?”

“Charlotte posted a picture of you and him the other night.”

“That bitch is a-”

“Uh-uh, no,” he tutted. “Correct me if I am wrong but I am going to assume you and Charles have been more than just friends…” 

Your silence was damning. 

“I don’t think you have the moral high ground to go around calling her a bitch then. I raised you better than that. Does Max know about Charles?”

“Max knows everything,” you admitted quietly, still feeling the sting of the reprimand. “He’s good for me.”

“Okay, so then what’s the problem?”

“I just really thought it was a chance - with Charles. We made plans, a future, I could see it.” Now all you saw was the note on the table and how he chased after Charlotte. “It was stupid and naive and I feel so embarrassed.”

“Love makes everyone stupid at some point.” Your father sighed again before wrapping his arm around you. “So Max huh? You know he’s got a bit of a reputation. Bit of a hot head.”

You wiped away the tears that had been building and scoffed. “Don’t believe everything you see in the media. They portray Charles as this wholesome boy next door and Max as an angry man child. Both are wrong.”

You grabbed the pastry and ate it, this time able to stomach the idea of food, before grabbing another. It wasn’t as sweet as a donut but the sugar from the chocolate was starting to hit your blood and perk you up.

“I can’t live here anymore. Not Monaco,” you corrected when you saw his eyes widen. “Just here, with Charles. I need somewhere away from him.”

You didn’t know the exact reason why your mother left but you thought maybe she felt like this, maybe it was healthier to leave than to stay. 

“The house isn’t finished but the kitchen and your bathroom are done, so it’s livable. You’ll need some moving boxes. A lot by the looks,” your father said as he stood up and looked around the room to see your belongings strewn across the place. “I’ll be back soon.”

“You’re not going to give me a lecture?” you asked as he made his way to the door.

He scanned your features that reminded him so much of your mother. “You look like you’ve learned your lesson to me. Do you need one?”

You shook your head meekly and he nodded to himself. “I’ll be back with some boxes soon.”

“Hello, handsome,” you greeted Max as soon as the video connected. He had just returned to his hotel after qualifying and securing the 5th starting place on the grid. “I’ve found a new hobby, painting.”

His smile brightened at your mood that had dramatically lifted in the past 24 hours and you showed him around your new bedroom. Paint bottles lined a sheet-covered table and dirty brushes sat in a murky jar of water, but you panned across the wall to show him the artwork you had made.

“What is it?” he asked with a forehead crumpled in confusion. He tilted his head trying to see from a different angle but he still couldn’t process the splatterings - it reminded him of a Rorschach test, one he was doing badly at. 

“I didn’t say I was good,” you clarified with a laugh as you also tried to interpret the design that was no longer just on the walls. It was a good thing the carpet hadn’t been laid yet. You had tried to push the hair out of your face and smeared paint across your cheek and it had ended up everywhere by the time you were finished. “It is a mess just like me.”

“You're not a mess, schat,” Max said as he sat at the end of his bed and fell back to watch the tour of the rest of the house. “Are you okay there on your own?”

“It’s certainly quieter than the paddock, that will take a bit of getting used to, but I don’t mind it too much.” You did miss the other friends you had made at Ferrari, but felt it was best to give everyone in red a wide berth for a while. You had seen how poorly Charles qualified and knew he wasn’t at his best partly because of you. You still hadn’t been able to answer his calls or texts.

“Well, you could come back, if you want, you’ll always be welcome at Red Bull.”

“If you miss me, you can just say that,” you teased and he sat up.

He combed a hand through his damp hair and you bit your lip remembering how it felt to be the one doing that. “I do miss you,” he admitted seriously. “That’s why I’m coming back first thing Monday morning - I owe you breakfast.”

“You know there are no cafes open?”

Max smirked and the sight made your heart skip a beat. “Who said anything about a cafe?”

You wanted to know what his plans were but there was a knock at his door and Daniel’s voice reached you through the phone. Max was tempted to let Daniel continue pounding on the door but you both knew he wouldn’t leave quietly and Max groaned at that truth. “Go answer that, I’ll call you in the morning.” 

Max dragged his feet as he padded across the room. “I would rather talk to you.”

“Me too.”

“Finish the phone sex already, you pervs,” Daniel shouted through the door before Max ripped it open.

“Oh, oh, yes, Max, don’t stop,” you called out, turning Max’s ears pink as he rushed to turn the phone around and show Daniel the screen and just how fully clothed you were. “Sorry to disappoint you, Danny, no phone sex - this time.”

It was only when Daniel bent over laughing that you saw he wasn’t alone. Charles was out in the hallway with Carlos and Lando, his eyes falling to the carpet when you noticed him.

“We’re getting dinner, you wanna come?” Daniel asked, and thankfully the phone rotated back to Max who looked a little torn at the offer.

“He does,” you answered for him before he could decline just to talk with you a little while longer.

“I’ll call you in the morning, schat.”

“Okay, have fun.”

Charles found nothing to celebrate when the race ended so he made his way home before the rest of the crew even realised it. He thought his weekend couldn’t get any worse after he DNF’d. The only silver lining was that despite his better qualifying, Max had also failed to finish the race. But he still won where it really mattered when it came to you.

Charles pulled into the apartment complex and saw a new sleek black Mercedes AMG parked in one of his many reserved spaces and hope fluttered in his chest. He grabbed his suitcase and darted up the stairwell to his apartment, nearly snapping the key in his haste to unlock the door. That hope turned to ash when he found it eerily silent and every inch of the place perfectly tidy. It was unlived. 

The artwork you had purchased still hung on the walls and the shaggy rug he had made love to you on still covered the floor, but the spirit of it all was gone. The colours of the paintings were drained and the temperature controlled air was no longer comfortable. He didn’t even need to go to your room and check, he knew you were gone.

He knew you were gone the moment he saw you on the video call to Max. He had gone with his mother to her new house enough times to know what it looked like, even if it appeared that a rainbow vomited all over the walls. The truth just hadn’t really settled in until he stepped across the threshold and into the house that was once a home.

You had tidied the place as if you were cleaning a crime scene and needed to scrub away all evidence of being there except you couldn’t get it all. You still remained in the pantry cupboards where everything was labelled in your handwriting. You still remained in the linen closet where you folded the sheets and the towels into perfect rectangles. You still remained in the scented candles that sat on the centrepiece of the table.

Charles’ eyes stung as they lingered on the table where the keys to the apartment and the Mercedes sat, right next to his credit card and the picture you kept in your wallet.

Kicking the door closed, he abandoned his suitcase and rushed down the hall. His heart hammered knowing what he would find but he had to check as he pushed open your bedroom door. No, it wasn’t your bedroom anymore, it was a guest room. 

The feminine floral duvet his mother had chosen was gone, replaced with a plain white coverlet, and the windows were latched slightly open so whatever scent of yours he may have been able to save had already been cast away to the breeze. 

“Fuck!” he screamed as he punched his fist into the mattress. “Fuuuuucckk!!!”

Max must have left before Pierre had finished partying after his shock win. It wasn’t even morning really as the sun was still cresting over the hills, and it was far earlier than you were expecting him. You thought perhaps you were dreaming when you woke to a knock and opened the door to find Max on your front steps. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?” you asked as you pulled him inside and inspected the bags under his eyes. 

“I’m better now,” he said as he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your hair. “I told you I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you murmured into his chest before pulling away so you could look into his eyes. “You need to sleep.”

“I’ll be fine, I have plans first.”

“Your plans can wait.” You took his hand and led him through the house to your room that overlooked the mariner. Your blankets were still warm as you nestled under the covers and patted the empty space beside you. “You’re not going to be comfortable in jeans.”

“Five minutes and you’re already trying to get me naked,” he teased as he pulled his shirt over his head before he unbuttoned his jeans.

“I never said naked,” you pointed out. The air froze in your lungs as he pushed them down his muscular thighs and you swallowed at the sight before.

“I’m not wearing boxers.”

“No, you certainly are not.” Your tongue rolled across your lips as you drank in every inch of him, the idea of sleep quickly departing your mind. Almost everything departed your mind, except want. “I think I am overdressed.”

“You make a habit of that.”

“I do, don’t I. Maybe you should come help me fix that.”

Max didn’t need to be told twice, he had been waiting for this moment since he had the memory of how your body felt against his. He pulled the covers back and knelt between your legs, his hands roaming up your body and under the baggy shirt of a band he didn’t know. The morning air was cool on your skin as you lifted your arms and he discarded the shirt over the side of the bed. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured as he traced his lips over your racing pulse. A fiery trail of goosebumps remained where his kiss had been and he made his way to your lips before stealing the very breath from your lungs.

Your own hands went roaming, feeling his muscles tense beneath your touch until you reached his proud erection. He shuddered above you and moaned into your mouth before he pulled back. “I need you,” you begged, unabashedly. “Please, Max.”

His hands reached for your panties and the lace tickled as he dragged them down your legs. Even with your begging, he didn’t immediately bury himself in you. He took his time, settling back between your legs. He gently massaged your inner thighs with his strong hands, his thumbs dancing teasingly close to your core until a strangled whine escaped you.

“Relax, schat,” he said softly. “I’ll take care of you.”

He shifted onto his stomach and dipped his head to your core. You lost the ability to think as he gripped your hips and tugged you right onto his open mouth. A wordless cry filled the room and it took a second to understand it was coming from you as you lost yourself in the pleasure Max was giving you. You knew Max had an internal drive to succeed at everything he did and this was no different. He was determined to taste you completely and drive you into oblivion with his tongue and his fingers before he thoroughly fucked you. 

Max looked wild and untamed as you came undone around his fingers and he savoured the taste of you on his tongue as he rose above you. His eyes were dark and his lips swollen, his chin was damp and his smile satisfied. 

“Hi,” he chuckled with amusement. “Feeling alright?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, because correlating a conscious thought into words seemed impossible as your body still trembled with aftershocks.

“Would you like a break?”

You reached between your bodies and wrapped your hand around his cock, guiding him closer to your entrance. “No, I want you, Max.”

“Completely sober, right?” he confirmed as the head pressed to your wet core.

“Not quite,” you teased, his brows pinching together at the words, “I’m drunk on you.”

The relief in his eyes was palpable and you cradled his face in your palm as you wrapped your legs around his hips. Your bodies united torturously slowly and your eyes fluttered at the fullness when every delicious inch was seated inside, your lips parting with a heady sigh.

“Open your eyes, schat.”

You obeyed in an instant, watching him watch you before his eyes drifted down your bodies. His lip was pinched between his teeth and he groaned at the sight of your pussy taking him so well, something he made sure to tell you.

“Fuck,” you choked as his words made your cunt clench in response, each thrust burying him deep in your cunt until stars dotted your vision and you were tipped over the edge into another orgasm. “Fuuuckk…”

Six months later. “Babe, have you seen my shoes?” Your voice carried throughout the large penthouse apartment you had moved into with Max when the season ended. 

“Here, with your dress,” he called out from the living room. 

You followed his voice and found the luggage being neatly stacked by the door. He pointed to the two garment bags hanging from the coat rack and at the bottom of the longer one were your heels, next to his polished dress shoes.

“I packed your coat too,” Max said, kissing your temple as he passed to get the car keys.

With the COVID restrictions being lifted Pascale hadn’t wanted to wait a minute longer for the wedding, so winter nuptials in February was the go. At least they were taking place in Sicily so it would be a little warmer, but of course Max would think to pack a coat for when the temperatures dropped at night. He was always thoughtful like that.

“Did you want a coffee?” you asked as you turned on the machine and put your travel mug under it. It was only a three hour flight on Max’s private jet, but you hadn’t slept well with the knowledge you would see Charles for the first time since Christmas. 

Cordial is how you would describe that relationship. The familiarity and intimacy was gone, replaced with standoffish politeness. You were both trying to find where the line could be drawn on a platonic friendship that had the history of more and it was slow going. You didn’t want anything you said or did around him to be misconstrued. 

Max made you happy, and just as importantly, Max was healthy for you. You did sometimes wonder if he tried harder to be better because he had witnessed toxic relationships growing up. He knew how that toxicity could poison and break someone so there was a conscious effort in the way he spoke and acted to everyone around him. Even Charles. 

That was why he had offered his plane for everyone to use, including Charles and Charlotte. For better or for worse, Charles was going to be a part of your family in less than 24 hours and Max respected that. Like he said, he didn’t care about your past and your future was one with him.

“Schatje,” Max called, one hand on your waist, the other reaching past you to the overflowing mug in the coffee machine. “Everything alright?”

You came back to the present with a few blinks and turned in his arms, surprising him with a deep kiss as you fisted his shirt and pulled him closer. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He pulled back to see your face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you said with a shake of your head but he saw right through it. “Everything you’ve done for me…a simple ‘I love you’ just doesn’t seem enough. I can never say it enough.”

Max’s hands cradled your jaw and he dipped his head to indulge in a slow but thorough kiss that had your stomach clenching with a fresh wave of desire. When he pulled back this time he smiled as he found the clear want and need for him written on your face. “It’s enough for me.”

He turned the machine off and poured the ruined coffee down the sink. “I’ll get you a proper coffee on the way to the airport. We should get going, can’t have the best woman be late for the rehearsal.”

“I think dad settled on the term groomsmaid,” you corrected with a laugh. You had nearly cried when he asked you to be his best man, before accepting the honour. It was fitting considering the bridesmaids were Pascale’s sons. “It’s not too late if you want to be a flower girl?”

He grinned and his eyes flicked to the door where the dress you had paraded for him last night hung. “I’m quite happy to sit back and watch.”

“If I recall, you didn’t sit still for long. I hope you have more self restraint for the ceremony.”

 “For the ceremony, yes. But as soon as we hit the hotel room you’re mine and that dress will be on the floor, I promise you.”

You bit your lip at the promise, knowing he would keep it just like every other one he had made. 

“We should probably go before I do something that makes us very late,” Max groaned, stepping away from your tempting body. 

“Ugh, fine.”

The ceremony was more than just a wedding and it represented the joining of the Leclerc’s and the Y/LN’s, something that had surprised you and also made you grateful for having waterproof mascara. You didn’t dare look at Charles when the celebrant spoke about the union of the two families, but Arthur grinned and Enzo winked, your father narrowed his eyes and you laughed.

The celebrant, thankfully, didn’t understand.

The cashmere coat Max had packed hung over the bag of your chair as night fell and you danced with him under the open stars. The only light came from the fairy lights strung around the stone pillars that had survived centuries on the island. His arms kept you warm as you swayed to the music and you spoke quietly to each other in a world of your own.

“Hey, can I, uh, can I cut in?” Charles asked hesitantly.

You took a deep breath as you debated the question, your eyes glancing around and quickly finding Charlotte at a table with Arthur and his girlfriend. You looked at Max to see if it was okay. He just smiled and kissed your cheek, whispering, “I’ll get us a drink.”

Charles waited until Max had made it off the dance floor before offering his hand, the other coming to rest on your waist. The first step was tentative, like he wasn’t sure you were actually going to follow his lead. “You look happy,” he said after a few more steps.

“I am.”

He nodded to himself, looking at Charlotte. “Good. That’s good.”

He looked miserable. “I hope you find real happiness one day.” You were being honest.

“I had it.” And he was being honest too. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I ever really apologised, not properly.”

“It’s fine, if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have met Max.”

“It was meant to be us, though, right?” His eyes were begging you to agree with him but you had spent sleepless nights poring over the very same question.

“I think our paths crossed to make sure our parents met,” you admitted, smiling at the newlyweds as they danced too. You had never seen your dad happier.

“You really believe that?”

The song came to an end and you found Max returning from the bar with two drinks in his hand. “I have to,” you said as you slipped out of Charles’ arms. You swallowed the lump in your throat and took a step away from him.

“Why?” He took a step closer, only stopping when you took another step back and held up your hand. “Why?”

You took a calming breath and steadied your voice. “Because the alternative would only break my heart again.”

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[mavrintarou]

[1:56 PM] Suna Rintarou

Warning: mild angst, fluff and smut .

You glared at your best friend Hana as she zipped up the tent, her face disappeared on the other side as she mouthed sorry.

She was not sorry, you knew Osamu and Hana set you up.

You kicked your feet as you made your way to your tent a few feet away. You took a deep breath before entering. Inside your tent is Suna Rintarou, your ex-boyfriend who is drunk and out cold. He was sprawled on your twin-size airbed that you had packed. Good thing you had not rolled out your sleeping bag that was still rolled up on at the corner.

Sighing you zipped close the tent door to prevent any bugs from entering. You dimmed your lantern low and hooked it so you could make your way to the person you dreaded and ignored all night.

If you had known he was going to come, you would not have agreed to the trip even though the trip was supposed to be a couple’s trip. After your break up, Rin backed out, saying he wouldn’t go anymore, leaving it up to you if you wanted to go. Since you already paid and prepared, you decided to be the third wheel. He showed up at the last minute and unexpectedly a few hours later with nothing. He brought no gears at all.

Osamu agreed that he and Rin could share a tent and Hana and you could share yours. At the end of the night, the two men got completely wasted. Osamu went to his tent to ‘change’ and never came back. Hana found him knocked out cold.

Rin was snoring away in the camping chair and passed out.

“Can’t I just leave him out here?” The fire was still hot, it would keep him warm.

Hana was not pleased with your question.

“Can’t we just bring him into your tent and he can sleep with Osamu?”

Hana shook her head, “you know Osamu, he gets clingy and becomes a baby in the morning when his hangover hits him.”

“Then… can’t you just sleep with the two of them?”

The deadly look in Hana’s eyes made you give in.

You ended up dragging Rin to your tent.

You sighed and began changing, even though you two dated for two years and seen each other, you still felt conscience changing in front of him even if he was dead asleep.

“Y/n?”

You quickly pulled our shirt down and spun around, seeing Rin sitting up and blinking at you.

“I thought I was sleeping with Osamu?”

“Yeah I thought so too but your friends abandoned you with me. You are more than welcome to go stay with them now that you’re awake.” You took a deep breath, trying to push away your irritation. “You can sleep on the air bed, there’s a blanket right there and the pillow.” If it wasn’t for the fact that you were aware that he was being treated for shoulder pain, you would have forced him to sleep on the ground.

“What about you?”

You pointed to your rolled up sleeping bag, “I’ll take the sleeping bag.”

“Let’s share.”

It wasn’t even a question.

“No.”

“The floor is hard,” he touched the ground as if to prove his point.

“Then you can sleep in the sleeping bag,” you offered.

“It’ll hurt my back.” He grabbed the pillow and blanket, “there is only a blanket and pillow, you won’t have one if I take it.”

“Maybe you should have brought your own gear, Rintarou?”

“I didn’t think I was going to come,” he replied nonchalantly, “it’s just sharing a sleeping bag and pillow on an air bed.” He said it as if it wasn’t that big of a deal.

“No.”

“We’ve done it before.”

“Yeah, when we were dating.”

He stared at you before raising his hands in the air in defeat. “Fine, take the floor then.”

.

You tossed and turned, unable to fully fall into a deep slumber even though you were exhausted. Your conscience kept reminding you that your ex-boyfriend was sleeping right next to you.

You don’t know why you were making it a big deal but you couldn’t help but create this awkward tension between you two.

“Y/n?”

You couldn’t distinguish if it was real or a dream, so you continued to keep sleeping.

“Y/n?”

You groaned, finally feeling yourself slip into sleep when he whispered your name. “Hmm?”

“I’m cold.”

You weren’t sure if you were hearing things or if he was really talking to you.

“I’m cold, Y/n.”

“Me too.” You mumbled incoherently, slipping into sleep-land.

“You are?”

“No…”

“What?”

“… what?”

“Are you cold?” he asked, you could feel his finger tapping your nose.

You brushed his finger away, turning to snuggle deeper into the sleeping bag, “yeah…”

.

The math was not adding up in your head. You had no idea how your sleeping bag that was on the ground was now on the air bed. What really did not add up, was how you and Rin were both crammed into one sleeping bag.

His arms wrapped securely around you, legs tangled with yours in the narrow sleeping bag. He slept on the side where the zipper was making it hard for you to sneak out without waking him up.

“It’s only 5, go back to sleep,” a husky voice murmured.

You looked up, Rin still had his eyes closed. “How do you know?”

“I checked ten minutes ago.”

You remained silent, just staring at his sleeping face, or pretend sleeping face. Rintarou was truly a handsome beast. His piercing emerald eyes captivated you from the very first moment, yet it was his charmingly wide grin that effortlessly captured your affection – your heart and he continues to possess it to this day.

The relationship fallout wasn’t solely due to a lack of communication but rather a lack of understanding. Both of you were expressing your frustration and needs, but neither was truly grasping the other’s perspective. This led to constant arguments where you talked past each other instead of finding a common ground.  

Rintarou wanted quiet relaxing time at home after spending more than ten hours at the gym while you wanted to explore and be out after working a whole day at home.

A single disagreement ignited a series of arguments, gradually widening the gap between you. Eventually, both of you came to the difficult realization that parting ways would be the most suitable decision.

“Do you miss me?” He opened his eyes, his green eyes piercing into yours.

You looked away, clearing your throat. “What do you think?” Of course, you missed him, like crazy.

“It’s a yes or no question, Y/n.”

You divert your gaze to his Adam’s apple. It bobbed as he probably swallowed the lump in his throat waiting for your response. You nodded your head.

Your chin was tilted until your eyes met his, “use your voice, did you miss me?”

“Yes,” you mumbled quietly. The nine weeks he was absent felt agonizing, with not a single day or night passing without thoughts of him crossing your mind. His hoodie which you had taken before the breakup became your sleeping companion, and the teddy bear he gave you on your first anniversary provided you solace as you held it every night.

“I missed you too, like a fucken maniac,” he pressed his forehead against yours. “Can we give it another try?” His voice cracked, his gaze locked onto you with eyes shimmering with emotions. “Make as many attempts as it takes, as long as we don’t part ways? Hmm?”

“Yes, please, let us try again,” you tighten your arm around his waist. “I missed you like a depressing maniac.”

His chuckle warmed your heart and you are determined to hear it for the rest of your life.

You snuggle against his chest, inhaling his scent. The scent on his hoodie was beginning to fade.

The sentimental moment is suddenly ruined when you feel something jabbing into your lower tummy. You looked up at Rin, “seriously?”

“You keep rubbing against me!”

“Shh!”

His arms tightened around you, holding you still, “it misses you…”

You shook your head, containing your fit of giggle. “You’re unbelievable.” You free yourself from his hold and lift yourself onto your elbow, “do you think they’ll hear us?”

Rin’s eyes grew wide, and he asked incredulously, “are you being serious?”

You push him onto his back and swing your leg over his body. You push your sweatpants and panties off and undo the buttons to his jeans. “Can’t believe you didn’t bring any other clothing.”

Rin hummed, probably not even listening to you as you freed his cock out from his boxer. You stroke his long, lean, and pretty cock with one hand. “I don’t suppose you have a condom with you?” His eyes finally met yours and he shook his head. “I’ll make an exception this one time,” you lift your hips and align his cock against your pussy, “I’ll let you cum inside of me.”

You cover your mouth as you lowered yourself onto his cock, muffling your moans. You are reminded that you are outdoors with Hana and Osamu’s tent less than twenty feet away. Your hips rocked slowly before Rin intertwine your fingers together, giving you leverage to bounce on his cock.

“Fuck,” he whispered hoarsely, “I miss you… you feel so good…” he tugged you until you pressed against his chest. He thrusts up into you, you slap your hand over your mouth to contain your moan. “I missed you so much,” he murmured against your ear, “I love you so much and I never want to be without you again.”

“I know – I know, Rin,” you whispered back, his hips hitting yours was beginning to echo. “Rin, not too fast… they might hear us…”

“Fuck them…” he chuckled, “this is make-up sex, and if they don’t – “

“Yes! Yes, Osamu!” You and Rin froze, as Hana’s voice could be heard loud and clear. “Just like that… oh! Harder!”

You both covered your mouth, laughing quietly.

“Well,” Rin kisses your neck, “glad we aren’t the only ones.”

You look down at him, whispering, “I love you so much too.” Your lips pressed against his in a soft kiss, and you rocked your hips, meeting his thrusts.

Rin’s movement suddenly stopped as he rolled you over onto your back. “I have to admit I was not expecting outdoor sex but I’m not complaining. I can’t wait to go home, this air bed hurt my back,” he rocked his hips slowly, pressing his forehead against yours, his hand reaching to intertwine your fingers together. “I made an assumption but…” he paused, catching his breath, “you’ll go home with me, right?”

You nod your head, “yes… I want to go home with you.” He was close just like you, his hips fastened and his thrusts became deeper until his last thrust. Your soft whimper is kissed away against his mouth as he cums inside of you.

.

“So, did it work?” You look at Hana confused, and she gives you an obvious look. “Us having sex, did it make you guys want to have make-up sex?”

. . .

E/n: Quick whip up cause the idea came unexpectedly lol

@queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

#haikyuu smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu suna #suna smut #suna rintarou smut #suna x you #suna rintaro x reader #suna angst #suna rintarou angast #suna rinatou x y/n #suna fluff #osamu miya

[tomorrcwz]

could you write we are never ever getting back together w/ rb seb or another dilf 🫶🏿

★ . . . 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐒𝐕𝟓

pairing: rb!sebastian vettel x ex!reader

in which you swear, you're never ever get back together with your ex sebastian, your first love, but it's harder than you thought when taking a trip down memory lane.

you were dead sent on your promise, you drunkly made on yesterday's night out with your girl friends at that small shabby looking bar around your street's corner — you were never ever ever go back to your ex, your stupidly handsome, cheeky, talented, rich boyfriend who has made a living out of his hobby, racing around the world, and who's blue eyes were deeper in it's colour than the ocean after a rainy day and the dirty blonde hair, which fell stunningly against his forehead in lose curls. those, you loved to comb your finger through them when you found yourselves on a sofa or bed, his head, comfortably resting on your lap, looking up to you with a cute smile, you had fallen in love with summers ago — back when you were green behind the ears, knowing absolutely nothing about love but thought otherwise.

no, sebastian vettel and you were over, forever and some more because you were a better person now, smarter than before. it should've ended after the first breakup that was caused by sebs hands — he said, he needed space, even though you haven't seen each other for a while 'cause of his hectic work schedule and you studying and working back home, resulting in you not attending every race on the calendar or more specifically said, all but two.

so the first break up happened, and oh well, you didn't really get his reasoning behind his words, but in a short span, you got together again after calling nights in a row, him halfway across the globe.

"I miss you badly, hase (bunny)", the german man sheepishly mumbled under his breath, face mushed against the pillow of his hotel room bed as he awaited your answer.

a low moan escaped your lips. you knew it wasn't going to work but you loved him too much, your first love.

"oh basti", you said, voice laced with longing. "i do, too, so much. when are you coming back home? we could meet up. . ."

on the other side of the call, you heard his laugh. "but should we?"

you also giggled slightly, realizing that the pair of you already went over the translucent barrier of broken up exes, strangers, friends, whatever you should be. "we definitely should. you love me, don't you?", you sweetly asked him, fumbling with the teddy bear he got you in monaco last year when you visited him at work and spent days afterwards with him in the heart of monte carlo, relaxing on the beach, shopping at the local shops and markets, and went on hikes. "because i love you."

silence greeted you for a second, and then another few, letting you wait in anticipation, wondering if he loved you or just wanted to have fun, have someone so he wouldn't get bored or—. "hase, there's no one i love like i love you, you know that, right? we complete and compliment each other so well", he answered. "I'd give you the world just to hug und kiss you right now."

you sign, a stupid grin growing on your lips. "then come back, sooner than later, yeah?"

"I wouldn't want to leave a lady waiting, hase."

and as he had said over and over again on the phone, he did come back for you, going as far as picking you up after work with a fancy looking car, you didn't want to guess the price of, dressed up in a dark button up and fitting jeans, sunglasses resting on his nose, hiding one of his most striking features.

you had hugged him in the car, no worry clinging in your brains as you pushed the dark glasses out of his face, interlocking lips hotly and climbing in his lap on the driver's seat, grinding down on him, making out like horny teenagers — which wasn't far off as you were just two young individuals, high on the feeling of being in love.

afterwards he drove you home to let you doll up for a date night which ended with him pushing you roughly into the sheets, rolling and play fighting, kissing and groping, moaning and whining. you felt right back into the relationship like you never had broken up in the first place. the only difference was the closeness; you took more breaks to visit him, travel the world alongside him and he in turn showed more interest towards your work and study, returning faster home to you.

but maybe that was the problem, the cause of another break up, this one.

you grew too fast close, too close, leaving no space — whenever he was home, you did everything and anything together, even if it was a one (wo)man task; there was unsolved pressure with the actions, causing you to fight more than beforehand and leaving you to passionately more or less solve a disaster by having sex. there were no character growth nor deep talk, you both rather went to your friends to talk about how dumb the newest problem in your relationship was — and his friends shared his views with yours, and they let you know about the information, resulting in more fights.

alas, in the end you broke up again just yesterday night, drunkly blocking his number to avoid the silent plea of a voice in your heart to call him, to beg him to take you back.

you'd miss him picking fights, you thinking you were always in the right and him escaping the house to listen some rock album in his old bmw. in addition to that you'd miss his cheeky comments, the loudness of his laughters, the blue hues of his magnificent eyes and the love he wore on his sleeve, showing it openly towards the world. you'd miss his warm touch and lips on your neck, the gently squeezing of your hands whenever you were out.

you'd miss your first love but sometimes it was for the better and cutting contact to distance would let you heal.

or so you thought because he had called you this morning, your head pounding, to tell you on your voice box that he still loved you — it left you feel exhausted and you strongly believed that you were never ever getting back together.

the teddy bear would acts as a reminder of firsts with a lover, him sitting prettily on sebs side of the bed.

˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ rina speaks : loved the request, pls send more !!

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula one imagine #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel imagine #sebastian vettel fanfic

[tempted-byhyuka]

forlorn

adjective: unlikely to succeed or be fulfilled; hopeless.

you believed riki when he promised you that he would never put anything, or anyone, above you. you believed you would see the day that he would bend on one knee in front of you, the day he would stand in front of you and speak his vows. you cherished every brush of his fingers as they tucked hair behind your ear, or swiped stray ice cream off your lip. you felt warm under his soft gaze, his pupils so dilated as he looked at you that his eyes were almost black.

every kiss, every embrace, every time you held him until you both fell asleep, you swear you hadn't ever experienced such love before. riki made you feel like you were worth something, he was your hype man at every turn and your number one supporter. without fail, he gave you hope every day. it was a love you never wanted to tarnish or lose... and life isn't fair.

you should have known, riki being a world known idol with so many schedules meant that as he got more and more popular, the less time he had to spend with you. it started off with texts and phone calls both during the day and night. it was photos of the set that he made you promise to keep secret, and being the first to know his new hair color that kept the spark alive, and the muffled, whispered nightly phone calls that always resulted in one of his members yelling at him to go to bed. and of course, he would get one day every week or so to spend some time with you, sharing well deserved one on one time together.

it was about a year later when you realized that something was changing... you remember, riki had just dyed his hair black, and he had to have been 2 inches taller since the last time you'd seen him. your head was buried in his chest when you hugged him... you hugged him, yet... he lazily draped an arm around your back and patted it like you were an old friend. he wasn't smiling, he looked blank faced... and you knew how exhausted he had been because of his insane schedule, so you brushed it off, maybe today was just a bad day to have a date...

and then the texts stopped flat out, the calls no longer came in, nor were they answered. you more often got updates on your lover from his fan pages rather than himself. it was more than disheartening to witness your supposed soulmate slowly begin ghosting you. but maybe you had pushed him too far...? maybe you had to lay off for a little bit.. he's clearly stressed.

your birthday passed and all you got was a 'happy birthday' text from riki, who when you promptly responded to hoping for conversation, left you on read. his birthday rolled around and you gave him a call, only for him to hang up after 3 minutes of mostly silence on his end. the call left you in tears... was this it? this couldn't be how it ends...

the last proper date you two went on those years ago, when he placed that daisy in your hair with a grin, "i'll bring you daisies every anniversary, and i'll buy you the biggest bouquet of them i can find!" he says before he wraps you up in a bear hug. all you can do is giggle into his shoulder, your head booked perfectly in his neck.

and the last excuse of a date you went on... all you could really see was his side profile, the bottom half of his face.. he didn't even look at you, and even if he had, his bangs covered his eyes. he barely had a grip on your hand and told you to lay off the affection. he didn't want a scandal...

even if you didn't want to admit it yourself, this relationship had been stretched beyond its limit months ago. you were tired, tired of sobbing because of him, tired of recanting his empty promises in your head over and over until they burned into your brain. he couldn't even be bothered to text you at least once a week, it was once a month if you were lucky, he didn't ever call you, and you hadn't had a date in well over a year.

as you sit on your bed, your hands tremble as you stare down at his contact card, that 'call' button dauntingly staring back at you. would he even answer...? what would you even say...? swallowing, you gather your courage and finally, your thumb taps that godforsaken button.

it rings... it rings twice... it rings three times... four... five...

"hello...?" a gravely and deep voice picks up the phone, and it's one you barely recognize... of course it's riki, but not the riki you knew.

"hey, babe... is this a bad time..?" your voice shakes b it thankfully you don't falter your words quite yet.

riki heaved a sigh, "no, why?"

your stunned by his dismissive tone, why was he acting like you were wasting his time? "i just... wanted to see you again..."

"y/n, you know we can't just see each other." he says in a flat and irritated tone, twisting an invisible knife to your heart, "besides, i'm flying out to america soon."

"huh? for what?" you straighten, confused by this unexpected news that riki treated so casually.

"god, for tour! don't you pay attention?" riki snapped, "what do you think i do for a living y/n? do you think i can just drop everything to see you just because it's what you want?" even if he's not here with you personally, it feels no better than if he were to berate you in person.

"i.. sorry i..." your words have failed you as tears brim your eyes, "i-i missed you, so..."

"you always do.. it's all you ever talk about! come on, give me a break. it's always about what you want, but why can't you understand that i have reasons i can't be around! i had to sacrifice a lot to get where i am right now, and all of that is thrown away if anyone finds out you exist! i gave up my childhood for this, y/n! and i've only known you for 3 years!" riki unloaded on you, but he didn't ever start to scream, he just sounded so... frustrated and disappointed. and all you can think of is that all you told him was that you missed him... and it ended up here.

"so the answer is no, y/n, i'm not taking you on a date, not for a while." he stated, an audible groan escaping his lips.

with tears now silently barreling down your face, you swallowed the lump in your throat, "then how about not at all..."

there's a resounding silence from both of you as you desperately tried to stop yourself from sobbing, and finally after an excruciating 20 second silence, he speaks.

"what...?"

"don't take me on anymore dates. you dont do anything for me anyways... is that your way of telling me this is over, riki?" you can't keep your voice stable and there's an audible crack and finally, a cry, that you quickly attempt to muffle with your sleeve.

"...i guess so." is all he has to say.

"...so it's over...?"

"yes... it's over..."

no more words are spoken as you pull the phone away from your ear, and press that taunting red button, the dial tone indicting the end of the call.

it was foolish of you to think that riki could put you over his career, his honey sweet words careening through your mind as you attempt to muffle your sobs with a blanket. the pain you felt through your body as you recalled the way he didn't dare to look at you the last time you saw him, the way he refused to kiss you or even hold your hand. you couldn't even see him... you didn't see riki anymore.

you saw ni-ki.

~

first post since i've been back, i hope it lives up to expectations! 💕

#enhypen imagines #enhypen fanfic #enhypen x reader #enhypen angst #ni ki imagines #ni ki fanfic #ni ki x reader #ni ki angst

[gunnerfc]

Manchester Date | Alex Greenwood x Man City!Reader

summary: an off day in Manchester means having time to actually go on a date with your girlfriend!

warnings: none!

WC: 1.3K

AN: to the anon that requested this, I'm sorry it took ages! Writer's block sucks but I hope you enjoy!

You groaned as you were woken up by your girlfriend’s alarm, waking you up earlier than you needed to on your day off. You could feel Alex shuffling beside you to turn the rude alarm off, hoping that she would ignore it and stay in bed with you. 

However, you opened one eye to see her stretching before getting out of bed. You groaned one more into your pillow knowing she was going to make you get up as well. 

“It’s too early, babe. Come back to bed,” you whined, hoping it would convince the blonde to listen. 

Alex laughed as she leaned over to give you a quick kiss to your forehead before whispering “the grind doesn’t stop, baby.” A phrase you were known to say whenever Alex complained about long gym sessions. 

You buried your face further into your pillow before a muffled “fuck off” was heard. Alex laughed once more as she left you to get ready for a session at your local gym. You let out one final groan as you sat up in bed, not looking forward to having to work out on your day off.

The entire you spent getting ready, you made your displeasure known and each time all you got in response was a teasing comment from your girlfriend. After you were done getting ready and had a quick breakfast, you were both out the door and headed to the gym. 

You only stayed about an hour at the gym and you refused to tell Alex that working out did make you feel a bit better. If you had, you would have heard “I told you so” all morning, and while you didn’t mind being teased by Alex, you were still a little upset you couldn’t sleep in on your day off.

After you both had a shower and a bite to eat, you found yourselves lounging on the couch with a random game on. You enjoyed these quiet moments with Alex since your jobs demanded so much of your time, it always felt like you didn’t have enough time for each other. But, you’ve made it work so far.

“We should do something fun later, y’know. Spend our day off having a date night or something,” Alex said as you watched the home side score. 

“Well, I thought sleeping in would have been fun,” you huffed jokingly, but Alex knew there was a little bit of truth to your words.

Alex rolled her eyes at your words, knowing you were just being dramatic for the most part.

“I’m so sorry you had to wake up earlier than you liked, baby.” the blonde gave you a fake look of sympathy before returning to her original statement. “We could go try that new restaurant that just opened that we’ve been meaning to go to,” Alex offered.

You nodded your head at her suggestion before adding to it, “and maybe we could go play mini golf at the place we went to with the girls.”

“Do you think you could handle losing, y/n/n? You’ve already gotten up on the wrong side of the bed,” the defender joked as she stood up to start getting ready.

You let out a dramatic gasp as you followed her upstairs, all but shouting “WHO’S FAULT WAS THAT?”

You both took your time getting ready, not wanting to rush. You were ready before Alex was and were waiting on the edge of the bed when the blonde finally exited the connecting bathroom. You gave her a quick look up and down before an overly dramatic whistle. 

“You look so pretty, my love,” you cooed as you stood from the bed and met her halfway.

Alex pulled you into a quick kiss before giving you a light push to your chest. “I’m not gonna let you win, babe,” she promised before leaving you in the bedroom.

“I don’t need you to let me win, for your information. I’m great at mini golf!” You exclaimed in disbelief, even though you both knew you were lying. The last time you played mini golf with a few of your teammates, you came in last place. 

Alex didn’t comment verbally, instead giving you a look that meant she obviously didn’t believe you. You tried your hardest to convince her and yourself the entire walk to your car but you knew it was doing nothing for you. 

The drive to the mini golf place went by faster than you would have liked, giving you no time to try and hype yourself up to do well. You beat Alex before she could pay for your time on the course, still hoping you would magically be a pro at mini golf. 

Your hopes came crashing down as Alex made a hole-in-one on the first hole while you took five shots before the brightly colored ball finally went in. Alex tried to hide her smirk when you finally joined her at the other end but failed when she saw the look on your face. 

“Shut up.” You mumbled when you passed her, knowing your losing streak was going to continue. Alex laughed at the tone of your voice but didn’t say anything as she got ready for the second hole.

You were right, your losing streak did continue with Alex beating you by a landslide. You huffed as you made your way back to the car, the smirk the blonde tried to originally hide now proudly gracing her features. Once back in the car, you reluctantly pulled up the directions to the restaurant without saying a word.

“It’s okay, baby, you’ll get better soon,” the defender joked and was met with a pointed look in response. 

You didn’t say anything as you pulled out of the parking lot, ready to leave the mini golf experience as fast as possible. Alex’s hand joined yours that was resting on the center console as she laced her fingers with yours. While keeping your eyes on the road, you brought your joined hands up to place a small kiss on the back of her hand. 

The new restaurant was only a few minutes away, yet the parking lot was packed. It took longer to find a parking space that ended up being one of the furthest from the door. 

The wait for a table didn’t take as long as you thought considering the number of cars outside, which you were grateful for. Sitting down, you took in the newly opened place, the vibes of the restaurant were very pastel and fun and just overall happy. You and Alex quickly scanned the menu before deciding on what you both wanted and enjoyed just being on a date while waiting for your food.

When the food did arrive, you quickly thanked the waiter before taking a bite. You both offered the other a bite of your own food so you could try a bit, making a note to order something new each time so you could experience the full menu. 

As you ate, your mood gradually got better from your embarrassing loss at mini golf and you were just happy to be able to spend time with Alex away from the pitch. Since you paid for golf, Alex made sure to beat you to pay the bill. You playfully rolled your eyes as she quickly picked up the piece of paper before you could.

After paying, you took your time walking back to the car. You swung your intertwined hands back and forth as you went, the happiness fully taking over. 

“I had fun today, we definitely have come back,” the defender spoke as you got the car. You were quick to open the door for her, getting a quick kiss as a ‘thank you.’

Once you were back in the driver's seat, you responded to her statement, “for sure, maybe without the mini golf though,” you joked. 

Alex laughed as you started the car and began the journey home. You may have gotten rudely awakened before you wanted and you may have lost at mini golf by an embarrassingly large margin but you were still over the moon to have the day off to spend time with Alex.

#woso x reader #woso #man city women x reader #alex greenwood x reader #engwnt x reader #alex greenwood

[judysxnd]

Hey

Can you please write a pedro and reader spicy time? The last one you wrote was epic🔥🔥🔥

Thank you soooo much!!! I just got an idea the other night that corresponds to your request. Had too much fun writing this one. I’m really proud!!

Minors DNI

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex

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Pedro and you have been apart for a few months now. You were literally in the opposite places. He was in Europe filming while you stayed left in L.A, also filming on your own. You never got the chance to see each other as you both had busy schedules. You texted and called every time you could, but with the time difference it was hard.

He was the one to come back first to New York. He started to film a little bit earlier than you so he finished earlier as well. You came back just two days later, around 11pm. When you entered the house, it was pitch black. You assumed he would be sleeping already since it was so late. You tried not to make noise as you walked in with your luggage.

You didn’t even have time to close the door that the lights turned on. Surprised you turned around to see Pedro, at the end of the corridor, only wearing a shirt and briefs. He had messy hair and a tired expression suggesting that he was sleeping until you arrived. A wave of guilt went through your body.

“please tell me I didn’t wake you up” your voice sounded a little nervous.

“no I was just watching TV” you frowned a bit “okay I probably fell asleep” you chuckled. “Come here” he said opening his arms. You put your stuff down, kicked your shoes and went straight into his arms. You hummed.

“I missed you so much” he laid his head on top of yours, holding you tight.

“You have no I idea how much I missed you too” he said as he put one of his hands in your hair. You stayed like that for a few minutes.

“We should probably go to bed now, you’re tired” you said pulling away. Pedro cupped your face with his hands, looking at your features like it was the first time he saw them.

“I’m not tired anymore” he smiled before leaning in to kiss you. It felt like time stopped. His lips were finally on yours. Your heart started to beat faster than before, like it was your first kiss. You suddenly felt hot, already wanting more than just a kiss on the lips.

“good” you said as he pulled away, looking at his lips before staring at his eyes with a smirk. He smiled like he understood immediately how you felt, probably feeling the same. He grabbed your hand, pulling you with him to the living room where he stopped to turn off the tv. He then continued to the bedroom, still holding your hand.

Once you were in the bedroom, you were not letting go of each other, continuously kissing each other until you reached the bed. Your jeans and shirt were long gone on the floor, as well as Pedro’s. You were both in your underwear now. You lightly pushed him so that he would sit on the edge of the bed, carefully spreading his legs so you could stand in between.

“I missed you so so much” you said playing with his hair and caressing his face. His hands were on the back of your thighs.

“What did you miss exactly” he said in a lower voice. You stared at him for a second.

“You- you being close to me”

“Did you miss this?” He said as he squeezed your ass with both of his hands, earning a moan from you.

“Yes, yes I missed this” you let your hands on his shoulders, holding him as he left kisses on your stomach. “I missed your hands on my body” you closed your eyes as the feeling of him touching you was too good. “I missed feeling you”

“Hmm.. keep going”

“I missed having my hands in your hair” you paused, opening your eyes again to look at him. “I missed touching you” He pulled away, looking at you. His hands got lower behind your knees to make you sit on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling at him.

“Did you miss something else?” He smirked. He unclipped your bra with one hand, slowly taking it off of you, revealing your breasts. His hands immediately cupped them, also pulling you closer so he could kiss them.

“I missed so.. many things” you said between breaths. He was so good to you that just his touch made you skip breaths. “I missed the way you make me feel” his lips and tongue were working perfectly against your nipples, sending shivers through your entire body.

In a swift motion, by holding your left leg he laid you down on the bed. He lifted your ass a bit, grabbing your thong and slowly pulling it down. He threw it somewhere, not really caring. He was staring at you. He spread your legs, hands on your knees, he went down, kissing your thighs first.

“I missed the way you kiss my thighs every time before going down on me” he smiled as he looked at you again before finally going down on you. You gasped. You already started to breathe heavily. “I missed- oh god- I missed your tongue on my- my” you couldn’t even finish your sentence.

“on your..?” He asked “got to use your words mi amor” he teased

“on my clit” You said louder because your orgasm was coming. “Oh yes Pedro just- like- that!” You had your hands in his hair. You felt your orgasm getting closer and closer, taking over your entire body, making your legs shake.

He was licking and sucking your core just perfectly. His hands were holding your thighs, keeping your legs open just for him. You started to arch your back, arms falling on the side to help you stay still. Moans were leaving your mouth unconsciously, warning Pedro that you were about to come.

“Can you come for me cariño?” He said pulling away for a second, looking at you.

“If you keep going.. yes” you sighed and teased at the same time because he stopped right before you were about to feel the integrity of your orgasm. He smirked at your cockiness, but didn’t say anything, instead he went back in between your legs, finishing what he had started.

You didn’t know if it was because he stopped right before or not, but your orgasm hit you more intensely than it was about to before, making you release your juice into Pedro’s mouth. After a few seconds, you were still panting. He crawled back up to kiss you, not forgetting to leave a few sloppy ones on your stomach, breasts and neck.

“Is there something more your missed?” You were moving your hips a little bit because you still wanted more. You couldn’t help but smile at his question. He wanted you to say it.

“I missed the feeling of your dick inside of me” you said as you lowered your hand, starting to feel him through his briefs. “And I am not the only who’s missing something” you joked

“You’re not going to miss it for long” he said kissing you. He stood up, taking of his boxers. Oh yeah he missed you a lot too. Biting your lips you moved your finger, telling him to come closer. He didn’t hesitate a second. You cupped his face, kissing him all over his beard, ending on his lips.

“I missed you beard” you were running your fingers through it. “Still wet after you just ate me out” you chuckled, blushing just thinking about how a few seconds ago he was buried in between your legs. “I missed the butterflies in my stomach” you shyly admitted. His hand caressed your stomach.

“I missed your soft skin” he whispered as he went down to kiss your neck. “Smelling like vanilla” his left hand went down to your folds, slowly entering your vagina with two fingers. “I missed your sweet pussy” he said, moving his fingers before removing them. “That tastes like heaven” he added, licking them. You but your lips, feeling the heat coming to your cheeks.

Both your hands on his hips, you pulled him a bit closer, wanting to feel him entirely against your skin. He grabbed his dick, sliding it against your wet core, before slowly entering you. You both gasped and moaned at the same time, knowing that you extremely missed this feeling. Adjusting for a bit, he started with slow movements.

But it didn’t take long for you to demand more. You waited too long, you wanted to reach your climax as he was deep inside of you. His thrusts were getting faster already, each time going as deep as he could. His head was resting against your shoulder, leaving kisses from time to time. You had your hands in his hair, gripping onto it as your orgasm was coming.

His left hand was holding your waist, getting a little higher to hold your breast. His right hand started to work on your clitoris, adding a new sensation that sent you to heaven right away. It was too much at the same time and yet it wasn’t enough. Your moans were a lot louder, screaming his name. Pedro lowered his head a bit, perfectly placed to kiss your right breast that was left untouched right now. He left little bites around it, not forgetting your nipple, sending shivers that went along perfectly with your orgasm.

You were soon at your climax, your screams getting higher, hinting Pedro that you were there. And he was very close too. The feeling of your walls clenching around his dick was what made him join you. You were arching your back to the feeling, head falling behind, so Pedro’s left arm enveloped you and held you tight, because your arms weren’t enough. He was coming right after you.

You were both breathing heavily at the same time, creating one same and unique movement. Still holding you, he left a big sloppy kiss between your breasts before he pulled his head back to look at you. His left hand reached the back of your neck to push your head a bit so you could look at him too. You smiled at each other.

“I missed how much I want you” you said staring at him, feeling hot and sweaty. You could feel your skin sticking to his. He pulled out, leaving you feeling empty. You both laid down next to each other. “You know there’s one thing I can’t miss” you turned on your side to face him. He looked confused. “I can never miss how much I love you. I love you so so much” he immediately went to kiss you. The kiss quickly deepened into a more languorous one.

“You have no idea how much I love you too” he said, leaving a kiss on your forehead. You both laid down again, resting your head on his chest.

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[kaylinelizabeth4004]

Young and Beautiful

Alec Hardy (Broadchurch) x Reader

Synopsis: DS Y/N Warner uses DI Alec Hardy’s flat for some late night work

Word Count: 4890

Tags: fem!reader, fluff, smut, praise, sweet, very sweet smut, if your name is Becca look away

She didn't even bother to knock, not knowing or caring if he was in, she just slid open his sliding glass door and let herself inside. Then she plopped the case files on his sofa, pushed his coffee table to the side, and laid them all out in front of in her. He'd come round about an hour later, when all the papers lie in their own stacks across his rug, Y/N in the middle eating a slice of toast with a wild look in her eyes.

"Warner, what're you doing here?"

"There's something we're missing, there has to be, and I'm so close to it!" She said, her baby hairs frizzing wildly as her hair came loose from her ponytail. She either didn't care or didn't notice as she stood up, a paper in hand. DI Alec Hardy stood in his own doorway, flabbergasted to his DS rambling in his room at half past 4am. "I think it has to do with Aaron, it's got to be. His alibi doesn't make sense, he won't tell us where he was, and he knew Sophia well enough. At least more than some of the other persons of interest. I've tracked down the local cab company and one of the drivers says he remembers giving a bloke a ride late that night, said the lad was proper out of breath and not exactly chatty. I've already got him lined up to come in tomorrow for more information. As for the trace amounts of DNA in the victims mouth we don't have a match yet but the lab did say it wasn't as disintegrated as they'd initially thought which gives me hope! I've got -" 

"Warner!" Hardy shouted, interrupting her speech. "What the hell are you doing in my house half past 4?"

She gestured around her as though it should be obvious, "working."

"And you can't do that at your own flat?"

She giggled, and continued to ramble. When she was really tired, like proper one second away from passing out tired, like she was now, she couldn't shut up. It didn't matter if the person she was talking to didn't want to hear it or wasn't listening or couldn't hear it - having a deaf cousin worked to her favor in these instances - she would continue to prattle on about what she needed to, "no. My roommate's got her boyfriend over and they were proper loud. Could practically hear the bed rattling, and it wasn't doing me any good. You don't sleep anyway so I figured I could use the space to lay it out. I didn't think you'd not be home. Why're you dressed nice? Did you come from a date? Is that what this is? Is there some woman waiting outside?"

"No!" DI Hardy looked halfway offended at the suggestion. "I've just got back from work. Was gonna make a cuppa then keep going til you showed up."

She squealed and went for something on the floor, lifting it up then crawling to a different paper,"I take two sugars."

"I know your bloody order. Shouldn't you go and sleep?"

She waved a hand, "I'll sleep when I'm dead. What I really need is for the world to be open 24/7. If I could only call this bloke right now and half my questions could be answered. You know my order? That's sweet."

He scoffed, "it's not unique. Warner, when was the last time you slept?"

"Uhh, I slept a few hours on Tuesday. Why do you look all high and mighty? You don't sleep either, don't eat. You're practically a miserable little skeleton carting your life way through life."

"I am not -" he stopped taking. Partially because she hadn't stopped either, continuing to chatter about whatever her heart desired. And partly because he didn't know if he was going to refute the miserable part, the little part, or the skeleton part. Or if he even could refute it. He snorted, well he wasn't little. He was over 6 foot. And he could eat more, he knew that. But he often forgot about food until he had to.

"I know a fellow who took nine sugars. Can you imagine that! Nine sugars! You're drinking piss flavored juice at that point. Pardon mh French, sir. He was very strange... called himself Witchfinder as though you couldn't search on the web magic shops. Maybe we should start calling ourselves Crimefinders. Criminalfinders? That doesn't roll off the tongue, now does it?"

DI Hardy realized Y/N wasn't going to answer any of his questions in this state, so he shuffled over to the kitchen to make some tea. He took his coat off, tossing it on whatever available counter space there was with a yawn. He wanted to sleep, knew he probably had to, but he'd probably dream of something he didn't want to dream about. Lately it'd been odd mental pictures of his coworkers all hurt, Y/N choked, Ellie crying, hell even Brian made the scene with a glazed look in his eyes. He didn't know why he had these thoughts, he'd never considered himself a particularly caring individual over his coworkers. But it had haunted him off from sleep for the foreseeable future.

He made two cups of tea, disposing two sugars into Warner's as she said. Then he walked back over to his living room and sat down, elbows on his knees as he scanned her work.

"Thank you!" She said, grabbing her mug and take a large gulp of it. "What do you think of this, sir? He doesn't strike me right. Can't place it."

"The name is familiar," Hardy admitted. He went to his laptop and started typing away, trying to place the name. "Ah, he's been arrested for aggravated assault. Both charges dropped, looks like some brawls in the pubs."

"I s'pose that doesn't suggest he murdered a girl."

"Doesn't rule him out either, if he's willing to punch a stranger in a pub what would he do to someone he knows?"

She giggled and scrambled for her pencil, "I should write that down for my novel!"

"You're writing a novel?"

"Mmhmm, started it tonight. 'Adventures of Harner and Wardy.'"

Alec set his mug down, and took hers from her hand as well. "Alright, time for bed now."

"What? No! I've got more novel to write and crime to solve! We've not even started discussing the potential that Louise is lying about her husband's alibi. I mean really? She says he binged Big Bang Theory with her all night and I'm all for binging telly but of all the shows you choose that one? The laugh track is funnier than the actual show half the time - is this your bedroom?"

Hardy had helped Y/N to her feet and led her to his bedroom in the back. She was still rambling about the most irrelevant things when he guided her to sit on the edge of his bed. He didn't often make it, so he was glad to note that it was done up well. Warner hadn't slept in almost a full 48 hours and he knew that even with a brain as sharp as hers, it was dull as Katie's without sleep. He got on his knees before her, carefully untying her shoes and sliding them off her feet. He put them by the door and helped her out of her coat jacket.

"What're you doing?" She finally asked as he hung the jacket on the back of the door. "Are you hitting on me?"

"What? I -"

"Because if you are hitting on me that's totally okay, but I should warn you I'm getting sleepy so I might not be the best lay. But you are proper good looking so I wouldn't say no." She made a face, "my boss wouldn't like that would he? Noooo, can't call someone proper good looking. I'm not trying to be a knob, just communicating that you've got no problems in the looks department. None, like ever. Personality maybe but you took my shoes off for me so that gets you at least a few brownie points."

Alec felt like he was malfunctioning, his arm stuck out, frozen midair from her words. She just called him attractive. And not just good looking, but good looking enough she'd want to sleep with him! He'd never been used to such straight forward compliments and didn't quite know if he believed it. So he just worked on autopilot, helping tuck her into bed.

"Go to sleep, Warner." He flicked off the lights and closed the door. What the hell. What the hell. Alec blinked rapidly like that would make any of what just happened make any sense at all.

He stood awkwardly outside the door of the bedroom. Should he - is he- what's the proper procedure with this? He should know, he was married once, had enough sex to have a child! But it seemed all that knowledge left the moment Claire stole back the pendant, fizzling his marriage, his life, his career. Now he was left taking uneven breaths as the sun crept up, an employee who's attracted to him sleeping in his bed after 40+ hours of not sleeping.

He found himself back at his laptop, slowly typing out what to do when someone admits to fancying you. But the results were not his thing, videos of very forward men and women moving very quickly into other actions. Alec was not opposed to the action, sex. But he couldn't fathom how to get there. So he sat in his kitchen drinking old tea, and staring at his door.

An hour later he crept in to grab a different tie for work, and saw Y/N completely passed out. She was curled in a ball, cradling his pillow and lightly snoring. She looked content. It made him smile against his better judgment. He left her in there, scribbling a note on a piece of paper he taped to the bedroom door before he left for the station.

Y/N Warner woke up nearly 12 hours later. It was practically dark when she opened her eyes. She blinked away the sleep that threatened to creep in around the corners of her eyes, and propped herself up on her elbows to survey the scene around her. She didn't recognize the room she was in, blank walls and bland sheets. There was no personality to it. For a moment, she wondered if she'd gotten a hotel room and just had no memory of it.

Then she smelt a familiar, faint scent. She couldn't place it or really describe it other than she liked it, it was warm. Stupidly, she let her face fall into the pillow to inhale the scent. Oh my god.

She shot up quickly, realizing where she was. The memories of last night flooded her mind.

"Shit, shit, shit." A hand flew to her brow as she tried to process. She'd come here to work because her roommate was fucking her boyfriend into the oblivion. DI Hardy came back, made her a cuppa. She wouldn't shut up, kept rambling about the Big Bang Theory (why?) and Witchfinders (how?) before he guided her here. Then she - "no." She said audibly, she did not make a pass at DI Hardy in his bed, late at night and practically drunk on exhaustion. Her eyes flit around the room before landing on the one piece of decoration, a framed photo of Hardy and Daisy, his daughter. "No." She said again, as though it could stop her ramblings.

Y/N rushed out of the bed, scrambling to find her shoes before she saw them neatly lying next to the door. She was usually very professional, if not a little eccentric. But no one could fault you for being a lot when you were good at your job and solved cases. She brought justice to people, she knew she did. And she might have risked it all because she worked herself too far and hit on her boss. Regardless of how stupid attractive he was, that was still work place harassment.

She shoved her shoes on, forced her arms into the holes of her suit jacket and ambled out into his living space. There were papers everywhere. They covered the floor like a new rug, slouched over the chairs and clung to the walls by hall dead pieces of tape. She looked for her mobile, patting her pockets. Shit, she must have left it in the bedroom. When she turned she spotted a note on the door.

'At the office. Feel free to not come in.'

Oh she was dead. She'd lost her job forever, she would never work again. This stupid blasted career she'd worked so hard on gone.

She ran back and found her mobile among the sheets, shoved it into her pocket and ran to leave the home. Then DI Hardy stood awkwardly at the front door, bags of Chinese hanging from his hands and a weird not grimace not smile expression. He didn't look pleased to see her, but he didn't want to kill her. Good news, right?

"Sir, I am so sorry about last night-"

"Don't worry about it." He waved his hand, coming in to set the food on the counter. He got a lot of it.

"No, I can't not worry about it. I came into your home, made a mess, took your bed and propositioned you-"

"Warner, we've arrested a man for the murder of Sophia Garcia. It was Aaron Baker, his dad's golf clubs, just like you'd said."

Her mouth fell open, "shit, really?"

Alec gestured to the mess of papers while he spoke, "you'd mentioned something about the cabbie last night. When I went in I gave them a ring, and while there was a driver who picked up a grumpy lad it wasn't Aaron. Sounds like a Christie book but it was his twin. Aaron was cross town cleaning up the scene."

"Not good enough," Y/N said softly.

Alec nodded, "not good enough."

"I'm sorry, sir." She said again, her voice still quiet and meek.

He didn't answer her, just stared for a beat before gesturing to the food, "I didn't know what you liked so I bought two of everything."

"All this is for me?"

"You solved the case, Warner."

She shook her head, "I ... you let me sleep in your bed? I ransacked your house, I propositioned you, and you let me sleep and brought me food?"

Alec scratched the back of his neck. He did not like how often Y/N asked questions. It stressed him out, like he had to have an immediate answer to every single one when he figured his actions spoke. But she looked so confused. He just gestured to the food and went to grab plates.

She sat down in surprise, blinking quickly as she watched him come over. "Just a, uh, an egg roll and cho mein please."

He nodded and shoved two of both onto her plate before giving it to her. He didn't put anything on his plate. Y/N sighed and scraped off half of hers onto his.

"Eat, sir. Please."

He blinked, "wot?"

"I've known you for years and never seen you eat. Just eat the egg roll."

He stared at the greasy food. He can't eat that, he thought and was about to say as much when she shot him a dirty look. Tentatively, Alec took a bite of it. He cringed, he didn't quite love the taste but Y/N seemed pleased he was eating so he finished it off just for her.

When they both finished he cleaned up, and she stayed seated. Then he moved past her to the bedroom, undoing his tie and tossing it, along with his jacket, onto a chair in the corner. He started to roll his sleeves up round his elbows when Y/N waited by the door.

"Thank you, sir."

"No need-"

"Let me. Thank you, sir. For the food and the sleep and, uh, well thank you for everything."

"Of course, Warner. I take care of my people." Not typically this much care, but he didn't want to make her feel bad. He focused on sliding off his shoes, shoving them out of his sight.

Alec jumped - well, Alec never really jumped just blinked harshly and cocked the one eyebrow - in surprise. Y/N was now closer to him, her chest heaving as she stared up at him. She was shorter than he remembered.

"I-If I may, sir?" She asked, lifting a hand.

He had a feeling he knew what she was asking, but didn't know for certain. But all the same he nodded. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned in, going onto her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

He hadn't been kissed in a long time, and the surprise of her initiating it made him stand there and accept her soft lips against his. When she broke, he could see the fear in her eyes as though she had done something wrong. Alec hadn't kissed in a while, and he felt the anxiety creep in that he didn't remember how. But the look in her eyes made it worth the fear.

He plunged forward, grabbing the back of her neck gently while his other hand came to cradle her jaw. Her skin was soft under his touch, melting as he held her. Y/N's hands came up to hold his jaw, scruffy and itchy in the most delightful way. Her mouth melded with his as his tongue licked along her bottom lip.

She cherished the way his jaw scratched against hers slightly, sighing when he broke to trail soft kisses down her jaw and the length of her neck. The scratch was enough to make her giggle like a schoolgirl, holding his shoulders. He shot back up, hair slightly wild but nothing compared to his eyes as he looked into hers deeply. He needed to be absolutely certain. There was no time for messing about and hurting anyone.

She smiled. He was so handsome to her, but in an understated way. She took the moment to run a finger on his sculpted jawline, along his freckled cheeks and down his crooked nose. No, not everyone might look at those features and call it handsome. But to her, he was everything. Smart, kind, and good-looking as sin. Her finger fell upon his lips, slightly open and let out harsh breaths as he searched her eyes desperately. Alec always wished he could read expressions better, he was terrified he'd make the wrong decision somewhere down the line.

But Y/N smiled, and nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his nose before taking a step back. Then she toed off her own shoes, shucked off her own jacket, and began to undress.

He followed her lead, removing his shirt and pants. Eventually, they both stood in front of one another naked. Y/N felt that pang of anxiety in her chest at being bare in front of a man. She'd made it very clear to Alec that she found him to be hotter than hell, but did he feel that way about her? She wasn't ugly, she knew that, but she wasn't a showstopper.

And yes, she could see the surprisingly length of him hardening before him. But didn't every man get hard when sex was on the table?

Alec came forward and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her forward as his eyes took in every inch of her. He ran a hand along her stomach - an insecure area for her - and up between her breasts, before settling it on the base of her neck. The simple action left her breathless.

His eyes were still on her body before he brought them up to hers. She was struck by how deep his were, how warm and brown, they seemed to go on forever.

"Look at you," he said hoarsely, his accent suddenly get thicker. "You're gorgeous."

"You think so?" She felt stupid asking it. She should be confident, she should pose seductively and tell him to strap in the way girls do on the telly. But this felt real and raw, and raw didn't shy away from the insecurities. Insecurities laced with cellulite and hair, parts that feel too pudgy there and too concave there. Never quite where it needs to be, never "ugly" enough for the world to tell you you have a right to complain.

"'Course. 'Course, look at you. You think I'm g-good too?" He asked back.

Y/N smiled, "thank you for saying that, most men don't."

"Don't they?" Alec asked in surprise, figuring that was just a part of the experience.

She shook her head and let her gaze trace along his body as well. He was lean and tall, with thin legs and arms wrapped in gentle muscle. His stomach was slightly pouchy and soft, beneath it his length was already hard at the sight of her. She ran a hand up from his stomach to his chest, mimicking his actions, and let it stay on his heart. Beneath her touch it thumped violently. Then she looked up to see his face, her favorite feature. His eyes were warm and gentle even when they didn't mean to be. "All of you is handsome to me, all of you."

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, "you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. And if it isn't too crass to say, I'd fuck every inch of you."

It was too crass to say, and even a little cheesy, but it made her blossom with a smile. She threw her arms around his neck and let herself fall into one of his all encompassing kisses she was starting to like the taste of too much. Alec's lips were firm but not overpowering as they engulfed her, setting a tingle from her toes all the way up to her head in a heady giggle. His hands held onto her waist, grasping the flesh there with a sweet intensity. His lips parted with a deep groan.

She walked backwards to the bed, leading Alec until he was over her. His arms were poised by her head, his neck brought down as he peppered open mouth kisses along her neck. She laughed lightly at his scruffy beard, moaning when his lips found the spot between her neck and shoulder that shot straight through her. Y/N writhed under his touch, heat searing her skin. His hands were everywhere, branding her, skating up her waist to grab a handful of her breast, down her back to cup her bum, and feather like fingers traveling over the top of her thighs to the place in between. She gasped as he ran a finger down her slit.

"So wet..." he murmured, not expecting her to be so aroused by him. He'd barely done anything for her, hadn't touched down there at all. Yet she was slick to the touch, heat and arousal. Alec loved the way her chest flushed, her eyes closed tightly as she savored his touch on her skin.

He ran his fingers down, keeping his touch light as he experimentally nudged around. When he found her clit she gasped, her whole body tensing and focusing on the nerves right there against his finger.

"So responsive," he murmured, starting to work gently against her clit as she took shaking, uneven breaths. Alec went to speak again, then stopped. Tess never liked when he spoke in bed, said it distracted her from her climax. So he'd learned to stay silent and focus on his partner's body, her mouth as she fought her body's reaction to grind violently against his fingers. He kissed her sternum, biting at the flesh gingerly. Despite himself, Alec growled into her as she bucked her hips to meet his ministrations.

"Keep talking," she said in a hoarse voice.

"Wot?" Alec asked, taken aback.

Y/N looked up at him, eyes heady with need, "your voice is hot. If it's okay to ask, please keep talking, sir."

Alec grinned his charming, crooked smile. He bent down to kiss along her stomach as he quickened his pace on his clit, driving her faster to a climax then she was used to. That deep Scottish voice rang our praises, some loud enough that she could hear them and clench her thighs, others murmurs against her flesh that made her head feel light and airy. She giggled at the thought of all the beard rash she'd have along her body from him. All the same he told her how well she was doing, how beautiful she was, how lovely she looked squirming underneath him.

Then, as her back began to arch and she could feel the orgasm just a hair's breadth away, he stilled. Y/N whined. Actually felt herself whine in protest. He chuckled, clearly meaning to edge her, using his large hands to keep her legs wide open.

"A-are you ready?" Alec asked, his usual confidence lost to the arousal he was trying to keep at bay for her. His hands were large and warm, holding onto the space between her hips and thighs with a firm yet gentle touch.

Y/N's eyes gazed down to his cock, hard and ready. It looked about ready to burst, but Alec squeezed her thighs to look up into his eyes. They were warm and kind. Asking for consent even in a position like this. It made her all the more sure of her answer.

She reached up for his face, grabbing his jaw and planting a warm kiss on his mouth as he started to guide himself inside of her. He was slow, letting her gasp and adjust to the length inch by inch until he was fully inside of her. Alec paused. She could feel her heartbeat everywhere, pulsing desperately for friction.

She nodded, kissing Alec again. She'd never had a kiss like that, so strong and comforting. Kisses were never her thing, she hadn't understood the fuss over them. Just two sets of lips pressed against one another, the taste of the day infecting it. But with Alec it was more than the cho mein or egg rolls, and it was more than chapped lips pressed against one another. It was full of desire, trying to communicate all that words couldn't. She drank it in fully, gasping against him as he started to move inside of her.

Alec was bigger than she expected and bigger than he was used to, and she wiggled her hips to the feeling of being stretched so full like that. He cherished the feeling of her gasps and moans, dipping to kiss every inch of skin near him.

"So beautiful, so gorgeous..." he thrusted in quickly this time and saw her body tense from surprise. "You're taking me beautifully, Angel."

Y/N could listen to his voice all day. Even before she realized he was far from an ugly bloke, she fancied the way his voice poured over her in sexy waves. Deep, guttural, it was honest and raw. He didn't lie, he didn't cover it with some pretense to be sexy. Even when his voice would break, small gasps from the sensations breaking up his sentences, she found it all the better.

Alec leaned back, not wanting to stop kissing her not wanting to miss the view. He'd pulled her hips down to the edge of the bed, him standing and her legs spread wide and resting on the small of his back. With a gentle pace that started to grow more desperate he thrust into her, watching her body flush and squirm beneath him. Y/N threw her arms up, arching her back to take him deeper. Alec was enamored with the way her breasts bounced with each thrust.

"So fucking beautiful," he grumbled, snaking a hand down to stroke her clit. He could feel that he wasn't going to last as long as he would have liked, but by the way Y/N let out little moans by his feather light touch, he figured she didn't mind all that much.

Y/N was in her own world, feeling his voice slide off her skin like oil as she chased her high. His denial of her orgasm earlier made this one all the more powerful. It seemed to slam into her, causing her to gasp wildly as Alec kept firm ministrations on her clit. Then he too reached his climax, grunting in a low voice before pouring out in a shocking spurt.

Then he pulled out, falling beside her as they both gasped for breath. Y/N quickly ambled out of the bed and used the restroom before she came back in, feeling like her limbs were absolute jelly. Alec brought her back to the bed, laying next to her. His hand held hers, thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand.

"That was incredible," he finally said.

"You could say that again."

"That was incredible." They both paused, turning to look at one another, before bursting into a fit of giggles.

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@steddielovemonth Day 26: Love is a fire that never goes out. @sidekick-hero

"We need more logs! I want a big fire!"

"We haven't even gotten the fire started, Eddie, Mr Samson said we needed twigs first."

"Bet I can find more twigs than you!"

"You're on!"

It took the two young boys an hour to actually get their fire going, Eddie insisting on trying to start it with rocks for half of it. All the other camp kids were roasting their marshmallows by the time the first few sparks ignited in their little fire pit.

"We did it, Eds!"

"I told you, we're master survivalists, Stevie."

They stayed huddled around their fire for hours, curled up with one blanket and ate their way through a whole bag of marshmallows til their tummies ached and their eyelids drooped.

"C'mon boys, time for bed, you're going home tomorrow."

In their tent they pushed their sleeping bags closer together, still not wanting their last night to end.

"You'll write, won't you Stevie?"

"Of course, Eddie, you're my bestest friend in the whole wide world!"

Eddie giggled reaching out to take Steve's hand.

"I wish I lived in Hawkins with you, then we could play every day together."

Steve gripped his little hand tightly, "One day when we're big we'll have houses next door and a tunnel connecting them so we can hang out all day, no bedtimes!"

The next day, through hugs and sniffles they made sure the other had their address. The letters would stop a couple months later.

Steve often thought about what happened to his friend, why did he stop replying? Eventually, Steve stopped sending the letters, too.

That summer became a distant memory as Steve finished middle school then began high school, becoming King Steve. He thought briefly about his time at camp as he hugged Dustin goodbye the summer of '85.

It wouldn't be until the summer of '86 that two boys would find themselves around a campfire again.

"You ever go to summer camp?"

"Oh, once! It's a little hazy, that was the summer before dad went to jail and I was in foster til Wayne found me. But I remember loving it, there was a boy who I wrote too before everything happened. We used to wish that I lived in Hawkins with him, I have to admit I had a huge crush on him looking back."

The memory felt thrust back into Steve's mind, campfires and swimming and huddling in tents. He passed a marshmallow to Eddie, the fire crackling in front of them.

"Mmm I loved camp too, told this boy once when we were big we'd have tunnels under our houses, wonder what he'd think now knowing he's been staying across the hall from me?"

Steve turned towards Eddie, hoping Eddie remembered what a young Steve had wished, "I think I had a huge crush on him too."

"Stevie, you're that Stevie?"

"Would you forgive no tunnels if we shared a bed again?"

"I'd like that, sweetheart, although young us should know we're even more master survivalists now."

Steve laughed, "We would've been demogorgan dinner as kids!"

Eddie joined his laughter, "I still think if I got the right rock I could start a fire."

One day Steve would tell him that starting that campfire together lit a fire in his heart that burned for the rest of their lives.

#summer camp au #stranger things #childhood friends #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #pre st4 steddie #ficlet #fluff #steddielovemonth

[neverchecking]

I have a brain rot for sage, hes challenging the chain for their time with player/reader, he basically wants all His/Her/Them's attention, of course none of the chain and sage are going to "play" fair their going to cheat no matter what. the only ones he might not win against is time, FD and maybe twilight. wind, four, Hyrule, and sky would do sad puppy eyes to get cuddle time, twilight and legend turn into their animal form to get pettings, sage and wild would cook food to get points for being delicious. (etc.etc.) just some yandere shenanigans for attention. the challenges he did were sword fighting, bow and arrow targeting, sparing, arm wrestling, and so forth.

-Eevee

Okay, last one for the night! I figured since this isn't really a request, I could spitball some more of my headcanons for our beloved Sage.

Jk it delted itself so I gave up and went to bed bc last time I tried to push through I wasn't happy with the end product, so sorry for the delay!

For those of you who don't know, Sage is another name for the Tears of the Kingdom Link--dubbed Hero of the Zonai-- should we decide he is not in fact Wild.

For the Wild and Facesitting request, it's in progress I promise! I try to go in order with my requests, but like I said, this is more headcanons versus a scenario. It should be out tomorrow later today so look out for that ;)

ANYWAY-

Y'all. The amount of Sage requests in my inbox right now? You guys are feral for this man and I love it. So I'm here to feed you guys.

TotK spoilers below!

・❥・Okay, so lemme start this off by saying. I have done you all wrong. And for that I apologize.

・❥・Because our wonderful @wayfayrr has opened my eyes to new possibilities that I would've never even thought of. So everyone say thank you rn >:(

・❥・So let's make some amendments!

・❥・First off, let's talk about nicknames. I love the idea that Reader, and only Reader, can call him anything other than Sage. And calling him other herb-related nicknames? Kills me. He is a flushing red mess the first time it happens. You had deemed him worthy of a nickname? You considered him person enough to have a moniker that wasn't also a title? If he was down bad before, it's so much worse now. Because you see him as a person. He's sure the others just see him as a means to the end. The second one of them, maybe save Wind, try it, he's shooting them daggers and snarling at them for even daring to try and impeach your privilege. (I also love the Calm, Wild and Feral thing, I thought that was so freaking clever.)

・❥・And you know how each of the hero's have their own 'sword' right? Well, what if Sage's was the Master Sword Remastered? Like Sky's (Like most of their Master Swords actually) but now it's been boosted by ten thousand years worth of direct light magic. (Does the Zonai time fall before Skyward Sword or after? I have no idea where they fall on the timeline tbh.). Just a thought. It could also be a gloom sword which probably wouldn't effect him as hard in other timelines because there's no demon king to power it, but it probably does hurt the others if they try to touch it.

・❥・Now, the juicy part. Let's retouch on Wild's and Sage's relationship. I originally said that Sage was okay with him? I lied. Wayfayrr has opened my eyes.

・❥・Sage probably can't fucking stand Wild. As they said, this is a version of him that didn't have this second adventure. Got to rest and distant himself from the Hero Title. And that just pisses him off. Why did he get the shittier hand? Why did he have to do it all over again? Why when this failure got to get off easy? Why couldn't he have the same grace, huh? What made them so different?

・❥・And if we're using the past oneshot (Here!) as they're 'canon' meeting, this filth let you get hurt. You were hurt before meeting him, which means that they can't be trusted with you. Especially Wild. So Sage cannot stand you being near Wild. At all. It eats at him and he doesn't last long before splitting the two of you up.

・❥・Calamity is even worse. There is probably an active hate towards Calamity (In this Yandere world, in a normal, not toxic world? They probably work out their differences a little better). This was a version of him who didn't even have to die to complete his quest. And this just shows that Fraud has favorites and it's not him.

・❥・You know who else he probably doesn't like? Twilight. Now, hear me out. This is purely me just spitting this out, but Sage has to be aware. He listens when they don't think he does, he's awake when they think he's not, he's watching when they don't even know he's there.

・❥・So he probably picks up on all of their little secrets. Meaning he knows Twilight is Wolfie. And (I think this is Canon is LU but I'm not sure) Wild had Wolfie as a guide. Which means Sage had Wolfie as a guide. The difference? When he needed him the second time, left stumbling around like a newborn fawn crawling out of the shrine all over again, he was left alone. He was fighting robots with a fucking Stick. He fused a mushroom to a shield just to buy himself more time. At one point, he was fusing a long stick to another long stick just to fight from a distance to save his battered body. Rauru did as much as he could, but there were some times he wished he was left for dead.

・❥・Not anymore as that means he would've never met you, but then? different story.

・❥・They also brought up that Sage probably doesn't stop at just cooking your food and I agree. When on the road, he for sure goes straight to the source. If he doesn't know exactly where it came from, it's not going anywhere near his Goddess. Nope. Not a chance in the gloomy depths from hell.

・❥・He's going to farmers themselves rather than merchants for produce, hunting any protein himself, climbing trees for eggs, he probably even makes his own butter. Now, because he's also cooking savy this for sure makes the rivalry between him and Wild widen. Wild is set in his cook for the chain, not you. Sage can't trust them to not hurt you again. Whose to say they don't over spice the food? Or undercook the fish? Or drop shells into the egg?

・❥・He can't trust them and may force you to pick one of the other. Depending on who you chose, he'll either hold his victory up high or work even harder to separate you from the chain. Can't you see, Reader? They aren't good for you.

・❥・When it comes to the Gloom, he for sure uses to his advantage. You know he's been infected, but you don't know how much light he's gathered to dispel it. At this point, he's probably gotten most, if not all of it, out, but you don't know that. And he preys on that fact.

・❥・Oh, the Traveler wants to down to the river with you? But, Reader, there's something rotten in his chest and he's stumbling against trees, exaggerating his steady steps just in case to really sell it. He needs you by his side, can't you see?

・❥・Oh, the captain is trying to get you to settle with him for the night? But, Reader, he's tossing and turning, feigning sleep and acting just enough to catch your attention. He's listening, ears pricked, just to hear you swiftly apologize before your gently hands are laying on his shoulders and he's won again.

・❥・And because his Hyrule is one of, if not the most dangerous Hyrules, he's given so much ammo to keep you tethered to him. You can't trust anyone, don't you know? The Yiga uptake has skyrocketed and they are everywhere, along with Ganon's new ability to make puppets? Can't you see how you can't trust any of them?

・❥・He even entertains you when you come up with the idea to have a secret saying between just the two of you as a fail safe. (It's probably something like 'Deforestation Enthusiast' because of how the two of you met.) Anything to have you pulling further away from the Chain and into his arms.

・❥・If it begins to take longer than expected, Sage is not above letting you wander just enough in his Hyrule. Maybe you set off a bit of Gloom hands (Or maybe he nudges them in your direction, hard to tell, really) and they go charging at you. The others don't know how to deal with them, but he does. He saves your life before the others even know what hit them. He's cooing into your ear, reassuring that where the others fail, he would never dream of it. He's whispering that he knows how scary the feeling of those hands are. He knows how freezing the feeling of sudden restriction, only accompanied by the burning sizzle of malice, is. He knows and he understands, but he's right here. He'd never let anything happen to you. Not like the other frauds.

・❥・Now, all that being said, Sage for sure does not play fair. Oh no. He does challenge them in his own ways, but does it in a way that can only reflect badly on them should they call him out on it.

・❥・He's fighting (Picking apart) with Wars and Calamity on their sparring routines, angling it in just a way that should they snap back he can turn on the innocent little look with a 'But I'm just trying to protect you. I don't know how any of you fight, I'm still learning.' Just in time for you to catch them barking at him to 'Learn faster' and it just falls perfectly into place.

・❥・He's calling out Twi and Four every time they try to wander off (Probably to bring out Wolfie or split to relieve a headache of sorts) because 'The woods are dangerous, what are they doing going off alone?' and now they can't leave because all eyes are on them and he's restricting their movement without even really trying. They wanna go foraging? But he and ...Wild were their best foragers and they were busy with dinner (That was something bitter to get out).

・❥・And wow, Time, Legend and Fierce have so many secrets, can you really trust them? Sage has laid down his entire adventure to you, and regardless if Reader is a LoZ player and knows of them regardless, Sage told you. Those two are trying to hide from you. He would never.

・❥・Wind, Hyrule and that filthy disgrace want to drag you along to go Shield surfing? Reader, do you know how dangerous that is? Especially with someone's track record. Here, you wanna go riding on this motorized wagon he just happens to have on hand? (Between the Zonite in his Purah pad, he can build any component necessary.)

・❥・Not even Sky and First are safe as he uses carefully laid words to sully their once golden image towards you. Afterall, they're so close to Hylia, whose to say they aren't behind all of this?

・❥・Now, you said that the only ones he may not win against are Time, Fierce and Twilight, but like I said, I can imagine him loathing Twilight, so instead, may I suggest First.

・❥・Time and Fierce are both pretty burly dudes that demand some semblance of respect and while Sage has muscles, he's not overly tall. So while he doesn't bow, he may just back off from their forefront for a while.

・❥・Now, First. He's probably the only one who can put Sage back in his place of the hierarchy. It's the first in the timeline, versus the last (As of right now). And it's not pretty. They probably go to blows a few times when you're out of ear shot.

・❥・The problem is that First can only push him back when you're out of ear shot and Sage makes it a point to keep you as close as humanly possible.

・❥・And while yes, some of them may use puppy eyes, Sage is not above using pity to get what he wants because he just hurts so badly don't you know?

・❥・He unfortunately can't do anything about wolves or rabbits. If they manage to disappear before he can call them out on it, he's left bitterly sulking as Wolfie laps at your cheeks or dumb rabbits nose at your hand. He may know who they are, but not even he's cruel enough to call them out (Yet) because that would just pit you against him. They weren't his secrets to tell, you would scold, and he just couldn't handle that possibility.

・❥・The biggest difference between Sage and Wild, one that the chain will fail to realize right away, is that Sage is much more experienced. He is on his second, THIRD if you count the pre-calamity, adventure. He knows everything Wild does, and more. Wild knows how to improvise and adapt, Sage can do it faster. Wild knows how to forage and concoct incredibly potent elixirs? Sage can do it tenfold with half the ingredients. He knows all the little tips and tricks and is not only backed up by the champion's gifts-- should they have remained-- but now he has the sages with him.

・❥・Like imagine their mid-battle, they had forced you away from Sage just to create some distance (At long last) and mans comes rolling in a giant fucking robot. He's using Sidon's sage to shield you over and over again and decimating a battle field using nothing but Riju and an arrow. Hell, the bigger enemies are struck down by Yunobo crashing into them. Sage alone is enough to cut the enemy hordes in half through recall and sending their own attacks back at them or fusing together weapons they wouldn't have ever dreamed of with new abilities. Even his outfits give him benefits far beyond anything they could think.

・❥・You saw him as someone more than just Link. He wasn't just the Swordsman to you when that was who he was to everyone else. You dubbed him something far beyond what a damned sword made him.

・❥・And he would have to be four days dead before letting you go.

・❥・And as he's proven before, Not even death could truly kill him.

I am so glad I waited bc I like this one so much more than the one that was deleted.

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #yandere legend of zelda #legend of zelda #loz #link x reader #yandere sage #yandere sage x reader #lu sage #lu twilight #lu wind #lu warriors #lu legend #lu wild #lu x reader #Sage our beloved #Hes kind of the worst but also the best. #just to reader tho

[kelcemesoftly]

Request: Travis taking care of the reader why her got drunk pls🫶🏻

Party Too Hard

Triggers: alcohol, vomiting

Notes: I love a sweet, caring, loving Trav. I hope I did him justice

As soon as the Chiefs won the Super Bowl, you knew that you were in for a long night. While this was your first Super Bowl appearance while dating Trav, you'd seen how hard core they'd gone in the past. First there was a party at the hotel, then they'd go out to at least one bar or club, and from there... who knew. You thought that you were prepared, but with the busyness of the day, with getting your hair and makeup done, perfecting your outfit, and hosting your family and Trav's in your Air B&B, you didn't have nearly enough to eat. That fact was confirmed when it took less than three drinks and two shots for you to be three sheets to the wind. You had rallied the rest of the night with Travis, and yes, you had the time of your life. But, by the time 4am hit, you started to feel lurching in your stomach, a telltale sign that you were about to be sick. The last thing you wanted to do was tell the Super Bowl star himself, so you sat in the bathroom while taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm your queasy stomach. Britt had stumbled in at one point, and after seeing your pale face, immediately knew what was going on. "I'll go get Trav," she said.

Even though you protested profusely, she didn't listen to a word you said, and not even two minutes later, your boyfriend was crouching in front of you. "Party too hard, baby?" he asked, reaching up to cup your cheek. Tears started to leak down your skin, and you nodded, hating that you weren't able to stay out as late as he had wanted. "Don't cry, baby. It's okay. It's late, we should all head back, anyway," he assured you, threading his fingers through your hair in an attempt to calm you. While it didn't make you feel better, his love, affection, and concern made you feel safe. If you did, in fact, get sick, you knew he'd be right there to support you.

"Can you get me some water before we go?" you asked meekly. Travis nodded his head and disappeared from the bathroom for a minute, coming back with a glass of water. He handed it to you. You took small sips and breathed deeply every few seconds, willing yourself to not get sick. At least not until you arrived back at the hotel. Travis had convinced you to stay at his hotel room that night, since the rest of your families were at the Air B&B. While the main reason may have been to have sex, it didn't seem that was going to happen with the way that you were feeling.

After finishing the glass of water, you felt a bit better. At least better to the point of being able to get a ride back to the hotel without getting sick. You allowed Trav to take your hand and lead you outside to the car awaiting for you both. On the ride to the hotel, you rested the side of your head against his arm, breathing in and out steadily.

Trav led you up to the room once you arrived at the hotel, locking the door behind you. He helped you take a seat on the bed and then went to rummage through his suitcase for one of his shirts. Walking back over to you, he set the shirt beside you and helped you out of your dress. Travis slipped the shirt over your body, smiling lovingly down at you. "I love you in my shirts, baby girl."

You smiled meekly, unable to stop the small sob that left your lips. "What's wrong, baby girl?" he asked, falling down to his knees. Trav took your cheeks between his palms, stroking your skin gently.

"I got sick. On a night you were supposed to be celebrating!" you cried, the alcohol making your emotions stronger than usual.

"Baby, I did celebrate. I love partying, going to clubs, but I wanted to be with you. I was with you all night. Even if we were here cuddling in bed, that's all the celebration I'd need," he assured you, leaning forward to capture your lips against his.

You let out a small whimper, pushing him away as you bolted toward the bathroom, lifting up the lids before emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl. Small sobs wracked through your body as you upheaved everything that you could. Travis was right there behind you through it all, holding your hair back while rubbing your back. He whispered loving, encouraging words, letting you know that he'd be there as long as you were sick. And even though you attempted to argue with him, it was futile because he didn't budge.

That night was the night you knew that he was the one. He wasn't repulsed by your sickness. On the night that was supposed to be about him, about his team, he was with you, taking care of you. This night is the night you thought about when you cited "in sickness and in health" in your wedding vows two years later.

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#travis kelce #travis kelce blurb #travis kelce imagine #travis kelce oneshot

[vmrsdias]

impossible love

GIF by @rubendiasatl

Pairing: Ruben Dias x Reader

Plot : you love him, but he is about to marry someone else

Author's note: English is not my firts language

You knew you shouldn't because it was unprofessional, but you loved it. You loved the way he looked at you, the way your heart pounded in your chest when he was near you.

“You should go ahead and look for another man”, this is the phrase you repeated in your head every day when you found out that Ruben was getting married. The problem with this sentence is that you couldn't. You went out (if you can call them that) with two guys, but they weren't Ruben and no one could have been him.

You heard the guys talking in the changing room, they were saying that the hen party was that same evening at a bar in Manchester. That evening you finished your shift as a physical therapist and went home. As soon as you arrived to welcome you there was your golden retiver, Snoopy, after playing with him, you went to take a shower, as soon as you came out you decided that you would drink a glass or maybe two of red wine. It was around 11.30pm when your phone lit up reporting a message from someone, that someone was your friend from university, Hanna, who was asking if you wanted to go for a drink in Manchester city centre. You really wanted to stay home but immediately after reading the message the doorbell rang. As soon as you open the door you find your friend, begging you to come out. "Come on, it's Friday night! Do you want to stay locked in here and drink that bottle of wine?" “yeah, that was actually my plan” you told him going to sit on the couch.

She didn't answer you, she just closed the door and went to your room, ignoring your calls. When you entered your room there was Hanna pulling down a little black dress, she turned towards you and says "put this on and let's go, without any objections y/n" "I want to stay home tonight" "no. this evening you will go out and get Ruben out of your mind" and while he was saying this he threw your dress. "It's not about him, it's been a very long week." Hanna has always been stubborn and fighting her was like fighting a wall. After telling you this he leaves the room but not before turning and telling you "I'll wait for you in the car, you have 10 minutes." He didn't even give you time to respond before you heard the sound of the door closing. 10 minutes later you were sitting in Hanna's car, heading towards the bar. When you entered the bar, you sat down and ordered. While you were chatting Hanna looks up and is shocked "don't turn around" "why?" "trust me don't do it", you didn't understand why so even though he told you not to do it you turned around and at that moment you instantly regretted it. Ruben was there with his future wife.

At that precise moment Ruben raised his head and your gaze met, the air around you seemed to have disappeared, so you ran outside. You leaned against the wall and closed your eyes thinking that you should have listened to all the people who said never to fall in love, because love hurts. You felt a hand on you and you opened your eyes, in front of you was the last person you wanted to see at that moment, Ruben. "are you OK?" you wanted to tell him that you weren't well, that you couldn't breathe and stop thinking about the two of you together.

"Why are you interested?" you replied to him in a tone that even you don't know where it came from. "of course I'm interested" "really?" "yes" "then why are you getting married to her?" “y/n” “do you love her?” “y/n” “stop saying my name and answer me, do you love her?” "do you know" "what do I know? that less than two months ago we were together in a bed and now you are getting married to another woman" in that moment everything came out, everything, you couldn't hold back. “I love her” when he said those words you stopped breathing for a second.

“you should have loved me not her” after these words you pushed yourself away from the wall and walked past Ruben, ignoring the fact that he was calling you.

From that day on you never saw Ruben again because when he left for his honeymoon, you decided to leave Manchester.

Maybe you were a coward but you couldn't bear to see him every day.

#ruben dias x reader #football fanfic #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias #football imagine

[lostinwoso]

Loser (Alexia x Reader)

Song - 3.1k words

Oh, I'm such a loser, how'd I ever lose her? Oh, maybe I must have been out of my mind Now, I'm a loser, why'd I have to lose her? I'll never recover, I'll never be fine 'cause I

Alexia is lying in bed, the conversation between the both of you just a few hours ago keeps on replaying in her mind over and over again. This isn’t her first break-up, but for some reason this one with you cuts deeper than any other she had to go through. 

The way you brokenly whispered “I can’t do this anymore.”, while desperately trying to keep your tears at bay, brings tears to her own eyes. Just like you earlier, she tries to avoid them from running down her face, but as her mind repeats the scene of you pulling away when she tried to touch you and instead whispered a small, “Sorry.”, before turning around to leave her behind, is enough to make the tears fall.  

“¡Estúpida Alexia!”, the Spanish woman harshly whispers to herself while rather aggressively wiping the tears away, but no matter how often she does it, there always seem more and more tears to make their way down her face. 

Eventually the heart-broken woman gives up, just letting the tears run down her face since it’s not like they would stop anytime soon when the scene keeps on replaying over and over again, not even giving her the chance to calm down any time soon. Even as she falls asleep from exhaustion a few hours later, your face and words are still present in her mind.

I just might get a little too drunk, so I won't think about us (Uh) I don't think about what (Uh) we could have been And I stay up like three or four nights, so I won't dream about us (Uh) I wake up with no luck (No), I just can't win

No matter how much Alexia tries to keep you off her mind, it doesn’t work. If it isn’t you breaking up with her on her mind than its other moments shared between the two of you. All the times she made you laugh, the movies and shows you watched and the little trips you took together.

What was new though were the thoughts and dreams about the what if’s? What if you two didn’t break up? Would you two be together on one of the trips you two wanted to go on? Walking together through the streets of Athens together? Or maybe rather decided to go to Paris together? Snapping the most usual tourist pictures ever with the Eiffel Tower? 

But it isn't just the short-term what if's that occupy her. What if it’s just a small up and down along the way? Weren’t you two meant to last forever, as she first thought you two would be? Weren’t you both meant to marry each other at some point in the future? Weren’t you supposed to wear her last name ‘Putellas’ proudly? Shouldn’t you have been the one she starts a family with? 

All those questions run through her mind at high speed. And if distracting herself doesn’t work, then a little alcohol should do the magic, right? So here she sits at home on her couch, second bottle of wine already halfway chugged down, watching some random show on the TV. And to be fair it did help a little, but only until she finally called it a night and went to bed, that’s when she is confronted with your face again, clearly visible in her mind. Sometimes it’s just you alone, but sometimes she can see herself next to you, doing all the what if’s her mind won’t shut up about.

And the only thing that can help prevent that from happening? Staying awake. So instead of drinking herself to sleep, she drinks just enough to make her mind a bit quieter but not too much for her to feel sleepy, so she can stay awake as long as possible. One night without sleep turns into two, then three, and eventually four. She even tried to push for a fifth night but there is only so much her body can take without sleep, so despite her wanting to fall asleep, she does. Once again dreaming of you two together just to wake up all alone, but still with you present in her mind.

I should've seen it all along (Ah-ah) She was one in a million (Ah-ah) It hurts whenever someone says her name

Alexia tried her hardest to not look at you during training, pretending as if you weren’t there. And that was honestly working out quite well so far for her, mostly thanks to the separated group drills you were in, but football in general has always been Alexia’s escape when things in life were difficult. 

She is completely focused on the drill at hand, until a loud shriek breaks her focus away from the ball.

“Y/N!”.

Pain. A small stab feeling like pain hits the woman’s chest, as her throat closes up a little. She raises her hand up to her chest to rub the spot where the stabbing-like pain comes from, but it refuses to leave. She knows she shouldn’t look over right now, if that is the reaction of simply hearing your name, she doesn’t want to know how worse the pain could get from seeing you. But it's as if she has no control over her own eyes anymore, and before she knows it, she is looking at you. 

There you are laughing at Jana who tries to wipe her face dry with her training top after you just splashed some of your water on her face. Alexia forgets to breathe for a moment, tears gathering in her eyes, the pain in her chest getting worse, but she couldn’t look away. Her eyes focus on your face, the face you make while laughing always managed to bring a smile to her face, but not now. All it does now is bring her another wave of pain while reminding the woman of what should have seen long before.

You are the only one for her. 

Oh, I'm such a loser, how'd I ever lose her? Oh, maybe I must have been out of my mind Now, I'm a loser, why'd I have to lose her? I'll never recover, I'll never be fine 'cause I

It’s been almost two weeks since you broke things off with a Catalonian woman, Alexia thought it would be better by now, that her heart wouldn’t ache anymore every time she sees or hears you in training but no. The pain is still there, every. single. time. 

The what ifs are still there. During the day in her thoughts or at night in her dreams. Her family noticed the change in the woman, usually she would call or text every day, but now it’s only every now and then, when her mind actually allows having another thought for a moment before you would take your place there again. 

Her mother and sister asked questions, they went through every possible thing that could lead to their loved one to be so distant and distracted all the time. But the answer was always the same, “No, it’s not that.”. That’s until they ask if something happened between the two of you, she doesn't answer immediately. Should she admit that you left her in the dust? Did you leave her for good? What would they say? Would they be disappointed, upset for losing you, when they love you almost as much as she loves you?

With those thoughts in mind, she softly shakes her head, whispering a weak, “No”, that she herself can’t even really buy sincerely off. Her mother and sister make eye contact for a moment, not believing the woman in front of them, but instead of questioning further, they just decide to hold her a little closer.

Uh, I just might been a little too gone When she needed somebody (Uh) Up against her body (Woah) at 2 AM

In the third week, Alexia tried to think about what the breaking point of your relationship could have been. The obviousness in the answer pains Alexia, she is an asked woman, so as one of the most popular women in the football industry she often has many events to attend. 

Those events often go until the early mornings, with alcohol flowing easily throughout the entire night. Chatting with strangers and investors that don’t even really care about her as a person, only caring about her as the brand and face she has become for women football all over the world. Is that why she lost you? Because she rather wasted her time away with people who don’t even care about her as a person? 

As Alexia tries to recount the amount of times she didn’t make it home until the early mornings, she lets out a sigh. Why didn’t she try harder to be there for you? Why did she stay there for so long when all the important stuff was always finished way earlier? 

She can’t imagine how you must have felt all the times where you had to go to bed alone and having to wake up alone at times, or having to spend mornings alone because the alcohol the woman consumed left her dead asleep until early noon. 

How much does she wish she would have done things different, wishing that time machines are real, and she could simply go back in time and do things the right way for you. Being there right next to you while going to sleep, holding you close to her all throughout the night until you both would have to get up together. Spending all the mornings together making breakfast or just staying in a little longer. 

But that’s not how things work in life. There is no time machine she can use to get back in time, no. She is here in the present, alone, without you by her side.

Yeah, and now I keep lying to myself When she's just joking probably (She's joking probably) She'll probably call me and we'll be us again

Denial. That was up next, after the first two weeks of only grief, which is still present, and questioning the possible reason of you calling quits on her is now the time for denial.

Every relationship has its ups and downs, so maybe this is yours? Maybe you didn’t mean a complete break-up but rather a small break apart from one another?  

Deep down Alexia knows that this isn’t the case, this wasn’t just a down in your relationship, after all there is no relationship to have ups and downs in anymore. You felt her, completely, with no intention of coming back. But lying to herself is much easier than accepting the truth. 

So she checks her phone almost every 30 minutes, has her ringtone on full volume, waiting for you to send her a text or call her to tell her you didn’t mean what you said. You were joking or just having a bad day when all this disaster happened.  So it’s just a matter of time until you reach out to her, it could happen any minute, or maybe you would rather have this walk in person and will approach her at the next training session?  

It will eventually happen, that’s what Alexia repeats in her head over and over again, if not in the next hour, then the day and if not the next day then the days after this one, but it will happen. You will reach out and tell her that everything is okay between the two of you, you still have a chance to experience all those scenarios her mind plays on the daily. This is not the end between the two of you, it can’t be. 

But the text or call never comes in, and you don’t even spend moments longer close to her in training than you have to. She knew from the beginning that the thought was ridiculous, she knows that you didn’t just joke about breaking up, but damn does she wish you did. So no matter how much she knew how stupid and unrealistic the thought was, she hoped there was at least some possibility of it becoming reality. 

Wanting nothing more than to have you back by her side.

I should've seen it all along (Ah-ah) She was one in a million (Ah-ah) Now she's in love, and I'm in second place (Damn)

The denial phase ended rather quickly, but the ultimate end to it was put when you posted a picture of Ana and you on Instagram. The both of you smiling brightly at one another with the Swiss woman having her arm thrown around your shoulder, pulling you into her, way closer than normal friends would be. 

That’s just a normal picture of two friends, right? There is no way you moved on from her while she is still hung up on you, right? 

But the simple heart you used as caption is enough to let her know that this is not just a simple picture between two friends, and the comment from Ana with a heart and the heart-eyes emoji doesn’t help her suspicion either. 

She did notice that the two of you spend more time together. You were always right next to each other in training, doing all the pair drills together or just chatting and joking away during drink breaks. At first, she didn’t think much of it, you two did all the partner drills together, so of course you would do them with someone else after your break-up, but this picture, the way you almost became inseparable during training and the conversations she overheard during training, which she purposely tried to ban out of her head, lets her know that whatever there is, isn’t just a friendship anymore. 

The conversations she tried to ban from her mind were mostly between the two of you making plans to hang out or talk about how much fun hanging out together the day prior was, how excited you both were to go and try out the new place around the corner or how great the movie was you watched the other night at Ana’s place. 

But the most important once she wished she never witnesses was one which you weren’t even part of. During one of the strength sessions, Aitana approached the Swiss woman, asking her how the ‘date’ you and her were on, the day prior, went. Alexia listened to any word Ana said, how amazing it went, how much fun you both had, how she can’t wait for the next one that will just be a few days later, how amazing you are and how much she likes you and hopes for it to go somewhere. 

So if Alexia was honest to herself, she knew long before you posted the picture that you were moving on. But it was simpler to deny it, much, much easier to ignore everything she heard and label the conversation between Ana and Aitana as a misunderstanding, that you two didn’t go on a romantically motivated date, no, it was a simple hang-out between friends accidentally labeled as a date. 

But she can’t deny it any longer, there was now proof, not just for her to see but for everyone in the world too. You moved on without her. You are in love with someone else while she is stuck here in second place, still having a hard time to get over the break-up.

Tell me God is real Do you think about me still Or am I livin' for nothin'? Don't know where it went Wrong but I'll just take the hint It's gonna take some adjusting

Alexia knows she has no chance but to move on. But she still struggles with adjusting to seeing you and Ana together all the time. She knows you try to keep it as low-key as possible when she is around, she can tell in the way you glimpse at her when Ana was standing a bit closer to you when she was around, trying to keep a certain distance to your new girlfriend in respect of her.

But this also made her wonder, is there still a chance you think of her like she thinks of you? Or are you simply trying not to make things awkward between you? Is that the only time you think of her? 

But she never asks you, because once again Alexia knows the answer to her own question,  because the way you look at Ana and Ana at you is the answer, there is no chance of you still harboring the same feelings towards her the way she does for you.

Having to accept this hurts, almost as much as the first day of the break-up itself, but she will move on, she will leave you alone. You are happy, you deserve happiness even if it's not with her, she has to accept it. And she will move on, but not because she wants to, no way does she want to give you up, no. She does it because she loves you, and you deserve the happiness Ana gives you, so she will let you go. 

Oh, I'm such a loser, how'd I ever lose her? Oh, maybe I must have been out of my mind Now, I'm a loser (Oh), why'd I have to lose her? (I'll never) I'll never recover, I'll never be fine (Oh, baby, I) 'Cause I'm a loser

Lying once more in bed, she stares at the ceiling, it’s been a good three months now since your break-up. You were thriving with Ana, everyone could tell how great you are together, how happy and healthy the relationship is. Alexia on the other hand can’t say the same. The woman tried so hard to move on, but every time she tries to get to know someone she compares them to you, and to her, no one could ever compare to you. You were the one in a million for her, and she lost you.

You are happily moving on with your life, while she is stuck in the same place you left her. Alexia feels lost, defeated. Even with all these trophies in her apartment, proving how successful the woman is, she can’t help but feel like a loser. How did she manage to win so many trophies but lost the person that was made for her? 

“¿Por qué soy un perdedor?”, Alexia asks herself, tears once again making their way down her face.

#woso x reader #alexia putellas imagines #woso imagines #alexia putellas x reader #woso imagine #alexia putellas imagine

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Something to think about (Tierna x Reader)

Something that no one tells you when you start writing is how hard titles are. It literally takes me so long and I still don't like them. Anyway, hope you enjoy :)

Words: 2.2K

Tierna jumped on my bed after we had managed to escape to my room, pulling me down next to her. "Do you think we should tell them? It doesn't feel right sneaking around anymore."

"I-I-I do- I don-"

"Hey, take a breath for me," I took a deep breath, relaxing against Tiernas side. "There's no rush if you're not ready or don't want to yet. It's just something we should think about."

It's not that I didn't want people to know about us, I was just nervous about how Ali and Ash would react to me dating a team mate. I had been living with them since I was sixteen. My parents had kicked me out leaving me homeless. I had randomly ran into them one day, scared, hungry and dirty. They had taken me in. From the day I stepped foot into their house, they had treated me as if I was family. Even their families treated me like family. Now 7 years later, we were inseparable, I was very open with them most of the time, knowing that they were there if I needed them. I still had my problems with anxiety, still worrying about them leaving me sometimes or that they would get tired of me, but it was getting better as time went on. 

The only thing I had been hiding recently was that Tierna and I had been dating for a year now. We had met at the first camp I had gone to with them about a year and a half ago, hitting it off pretty much instantly. Once camp ended, we started texting everyday, then texting turned to phone calls then video calls late into the night, often ending with us falling asleep still on face time. 

When I finally got called up and ended up roomed with Tierna, the only thing that changed was location. We still talked for hours, were together all the time and more often than not fell asleep cuddled up together until it got to the point where the second bed was forgotten. I couldn't tell you who made the first move, it just kind of happened. We had randomly woken up in the middle of the night, talking quietly until we started to fall asleep again. Then we were suddenly kissing each other goodnight as if we had done it hundreds of times before and it wasn't our first kiss. We hadn't talked about it properly for a few days, just kept kissing like it wasn't a new thing. To everyone else, we were just bestfriends, but in reality she was the person I had quickly fallen madly in love with and wanted to be with for life. The distance sucked, I wanted nothing more than to be with her, but she was worth it.

I was irrationally scared that Ali and Ash would hate me for dating a teammate or that they would hate Tierna for dating me. They had never minded me dating, it was just this time they knew and were close with the person. They were protective, mostly it was fine, comforting even. When it came to my relationships though, they were sometimes too protective to the point where some of my past girlfriends had been too afraid to be around them. I didn't want that to happen with Tierna, I wanted her to be apart of my life in every aspect. Deep down, I knew none of that was likely to actually happen. They loved and trusted Tierna, they loved how close we were and I knew they just wanted me to be happy, but I wasn't able to push the fear away enough to actually find out. 

"You know I love you right? That I am so proud to be your girlfriend and I want to shout it from the roof tops, but I'm scared T, I'm scared," I whispered the last bit, half expecting her to finally have had enough and tell me to get over it or give me an ultimatum like past relationships had. Instead, Tierna wrapped her arms around me, holding me close and leaving a lingering kiss to my head. 

"I know love. I know you're scared and it's okay. I hope you know I'm not trying to rush you or make you do anything you don't want to do. It just feels wrong to be sneaking around in their house, but that doesn't mean we have to tell them right now. I just think we need to start thinking about doing it. There's no rush though, we'll figure it out together in time. I'm with you every single step of the way."

"How did I get so lucky with you? I love you T, so fucking much."

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In hindsight, Tierna and I knew better than to fall asleep without putting clothes back on when we were at my house. This time though, we had practically passed out. Ali and Ash respected my privacy, they pretty much always knocked, but anything could happen. It just so happened that tonight was that night. I was woken up by a rustling noise beside me, turning to find Ali looking around my room for something.

I forgot about the fact I was still very much naked. Thankfully I was covered, but it did stop me from panicking in the moment. Maybe she hadn't even noticed, I thought briefly. She definitely did notice because as soon as I spoke up, her eyes widened slightly and she looked away, "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, I know this isn't great and I didn't mean to wake you up or find out something you obviously didn't want us to know yet. Sloane left her snuggly in here and has been awake for hours refusing to go to bed without it. I won't tell Ash if you don't want me to, we can forget I know about whatever this is."

Tierna started stirring beside me so I quickly ran my fingers through her hair, knowing it would settle her again. I knew this would embarrass her and I didn't want her to deal with this right now. Surprisingly, I wasn't freaking out as much as I expected, "It's okay, I'm not mad. I know Sloane loves her snuggly. I don't mind if you tell Ash, honestly, it'll probably help. We can talk more in the morning."

It took me a long time to go back to sleep after being woken up by Ali. My anxiety was through the roof now that Ali knew about us. Well maybe she didn't know the extent of our relationship, but she knew something was going on. Ash would likely know now as well. It was sort of a relief I guess, it took the stress out of having to tell them myself, while also pushing me to have a conversation I was terrified of having. 

"Good morning baby, you're awake early," Tierna mumbled kissing my collar bone. I had woken up almost an hour ago after tossing and turning all night. Tierna always woke up first so it was weird. When I didn't answer, Tierna turned so she was lying on her stomach, looking up at me with concern written all over her face. "I don't like this non response. What's wrong?"

I just tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, admiring how beautiful she was even when she just woke up, making her frown deeper. "Please don't go quiet on me. It's just me and you. Let me in Y/n/n."

Everything came tumbling out. I rambled on about what happened, my feelings and even going as far as apologising though I knew it wasn't really my fault. Tierna just lay there, listening to my rambling because she knew it helped when I was overly anxious. Then she kissed me with such softness and love that all the anxiousness faded away in that moment. 

"For starters, this isn't your fault so don't apologise, we both fell asleep naked. Secondly, I am so proud of you. You chose to let her tell Ash, you could have kept it hidden from her and forgotten about it, but you didn't. I'm so proud of you pushing away the fear enough to do that. Lastly, I am here beside you for all of this. We can go down when you're ready and start the conversation when you're ready. There's still no rush baby, we'll bring it up when you're ready okay?"

"Thank you. Can we cuddle for a while?"

"Like I would ever turn down cuddles."

Tierna decided to have a shower before coming down while I decided to get it over with and just go down. Ali was making breakfast while Ash played with the kids. They didn't bring up the whole relationship thing, instead offering me coffee and asking how I slept. I was once again relieved and anxious at the same time. In some ways I was glad nothing had changed, but I also wanted to just get it over with. We made small talk until Tierna came down standing next to me as I sat on the bar stool. I wrapped my arms around her, resting my head against her while she ran her hand across my back. I noticed Ali look at us with a small smile before I blurted out, "Can we just get this over with?"

Tierna kissed my temple, "I'll take the kids outside so you can talk, unless you want me to stay?"

"Thank you hun. I'll be okay by myself."

Ali handed me coffee as Ash came to stand next to her on the other side of the island. Ash was always the more protective one so it surprised me when she smiled softly, "This doesn't have to be a big thing Y/n, whatever you have going on with Tierna is you're business. You don't have to explain yourself to us."

"I know, but I want to. Tierna is my girlfriend and has been for a year now. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. It's not that I wanted to hide it, but I was scared."

Ali frowned and it made guilt shoot through me. The last thing I ever wanted was for them to feel like I didn't trust them or was scared of them. "Why were you scared? You know you can tell us anything no matter what right?"

"I know and I trust you both more than pretty much anyone ever. It wasn't a necessary fear, I knew that, but it was there regardless. I guess I was worried you wouldn't like it because we're teammates or because of how close you are with her. Also that it would change how you see and interact with her. I didn't want that to happen."

"We love Tierna, she's baby T, that doesn't change because you're dating her. If anything we're kinda stoked about it, I mean we know T, we know she'll treat you well, it's who she is. Besides, your little display before was adorable. You practically lit up when she kissed you. Now that I think of it, you always look incredibly happy when she's around."

An involuntary smile appeared as I glanced at Tierna who was running around with a grin looking adorable. "I am, I've never been this happy with anyone before. Tierna is the first person I've dated where I don't doubt her love for me because she is constantly showing me even if it's just tiny gestures. She is amazing in so many ways. I love her. I'm sorry about what you saw last night by the way."

"I didn't really see anything thankfully, but I'm the one who should be apologising. Your room is your private space and I invaded that, so I'm sorry. Besides you're a couple, couples have sex. I'm just glad we didn't hear it."

"Ali," I groaned, hiding my face in my hands. "I meant when I said I wasn't mad. Sloane needs her snuggly and I appreciate you trying not to wake us up. Honestly, I'm kind of glad it happened because you two mean the world to me and I wanted you to know, but the fear kept getting in the way. It was the push I needed. Can I talk to you about something else quickly?"

"Of course."

"You guys can get really protective, in the past it's kinda scared people away which I guess thinking back wasn't the worst because they weren't the best, but can you just not with Tierna? I trust her undoubtedly, you trust her so it's not needed. I really love her and I don't want her to be scared away which I don't think will happen becau-"

Ash covered my hand with hers, effectively making me stop talking, "Hey, we get it. We know how we can be and right now at least, it's not needed. We will always be protective of you, that's not going to change based on who you date, but we will tone it down. She does get the shovel talk though, that's non-negotiable. What about the team? Do they know?"

"Thank you. No they don't know, I wanted you guys to know first, but now I don't care if they know."

Tierna came back inside, Sloane going to play again while Tierna pecked my lips and handed me Ocean. They watched us with small smiles, "Your whole relationship makes more sense now. You always seemed a little closer then bestfriends, I mean you were always constantly visiting each other and physically close to each other. I suspected maybe a crush, but not relationship."

"Gotta keep you guessing sometimes."

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #tierna davidson imagine #woso x reader #woso imagines

[agentplutonium]

pluto appears to give y’all a small little scene that they imagined:

Sweetheart had just gotten home. The only reason Milo knew was Aggro was mewling and meowing so loud in the next room that he was woken up by it. He glanced at the clock on their bedside table, angry red numbers reading back 11:43. Sweetheart was late. Later than normal, that is, since he knew they’d probably come in late.

“Shh, Aggro,” Sweetheart whispered, and it carried through the quiet house. “I know. I missed you too. But please, I want to sleep so bad and I don’t want Milo waking up.”

Too late for that, Milo thinks, a lazy grin lifting the corner of his lips. They always cared so much about him.

The last little bit, they both have been pushed harder than normal at their respective jobs. Milo was working mor gigs, Sweetheart was pulling longer days in the increased flow of work they’ve been given, and it’s been dragging on them both. They barley saw each other, save for when they both curled up into bed together at the end of the day. But even then, that cuddle time got interrupted by sleep. Milo could see the affects of this not only in himself, but Sweetheart as well. They were more tense, barely focused on anything around them that wasn’t work.

The door to their bedroom creaked open a tad bit more as Sweetheart entered. They tiptoed around the room as they settled for the night, trying their best to be quiet. Milo was sure they were trying to not wake him, not knowing he was already awake, and in his sleep addled brain he let them believe so.

This suspicion was confirmed when they slid into bed beside him, moving so slow that it must have been near painful. They sighed as they finally settled beneath the blanket.

Milo moved to reach out to Sweetheart, causing his mate to flinch slightly. “Jesus christ,” they whispered. “I thought you were asleep. I didn’t wake you did I?”

“Aggro did,” Milo mumbled, grasping at the first thing he came into contact with. He believed it was their wrist. He just wanted to hold them.

“Damn cat,” Sweetheart said, a teasing lilt to their voice.

“You leave him alone, he missed you,” Milo scolded, though he was sure it didn’t sound very much like a scolding. He tugged at their wrist feebly, still fighting to stay conscious. “‘nd so did I, c’mere.”

His Sweetheart gave a soft giggle, making his heart pound for a few seconds. They did what he asked, folding themselves against him. They gave the tip of his nose a small kiss before finally settling, resting their head on his shoulder. Milo held them close, taking in the added warmth of their body against his.

“Early start again tomorrow?” Milo muttered against their hair.

“You know it.” Milo tried not to let his disappointment show. Sweetheart continued on, “But, it’s not as early tomorrow since i’m getting out so late today.”

That did little to brighten Milo’s spirits. He hated that they were being worked so hard. He hated how they usually went to bed stiff as a rock, such as now, but they were asleep before he could say anything. He hated how he was also too tired to offer an real solace after these long days. Just a few more days, and then they’d be able to see each other at normal times during the day. Just a few more days and Milo won’t have to witness the tightness in Sweetheart’s shoulders, and he can help them relax a little bit.

“I miss you.” He muttered.

Sweetheart understood what he meant. “I miss you too. But, at least on my end, this will only last a few more days. Then it’s back to the regular schedule, and I’ll get to spend more time with you.”

Milo hummed sleepily. He liked the sound of that.

“We should take a weekend off, or somethin’,” Milo said after a moment. “Or,” he was cut off my a yawn, “make it an extra long weekend.”

“I like the sound of that.” Sweetheart smiled against his skin, giving it a soft kiss after. “Go back to sleep, Love,” they murmur. “I’ll be sure to wake you before I leave again.”

“You better,” Milo threatened. Or, thought he did. Maybe he didn’t say anything.

He really did hate how this was the case for the last week and a bit. He wanted to make it stop. For now, though, he’s content holding them close like this while they both drift off to sleep.

#guys idk where this came from #i started writing it LATE last night and decided to finish it now #but whatever #i guess it exists now?? #it is still cute #redacted audio #redacted audio milo #redacted audio sweetheart #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted headcanons #redactedverse #plutonium_oneshot

[corroded-hellfire]

Where the heart is.... maybe keeping in theme of first holidays and how Eddie wants to surprise the reader for their first valentines day.

Happy 2k!!!

+ valentines day in the where the heart is universe? i love them so much 🥹

I love that I got the same request in the same universe twice! I hope you enjoy this little Valentine’s Day story. Many thanks to @munson-blurbs for helping me so much with this 💚

In the same universe as Where the Heart Is

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), oral m and f receiving

Words: 5.5k

[Where the Heart Is masterlist]

When your alarm blares at eight o’clock in the morning, you groan and shove your head underneath the pillow. Unfortunately, that doesn’t shut it off, so you flail your arm around until you’ve managed to silence it. Shelby huffs from her bed across the room and you mentally give her the finger. Her eyes are still closed so you could’ve physically done it, but you don’t have the energy to lift your hand. You and Eddie had been on the phone until midnight last night, both of you insisting you had to be talking to one another the moment it went from February 13th to February 14th.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” he’d said.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Eddie.”

Usually, you’re very conscientious about getting off the phone so your roommate can go to sleep, but just this once Shelby could deal with it. 

But now, even though you don’t regret being on the phone for a moment with Eddie, you wish you could sleep in just a few more minutes. Begrudgingly taking your head out from underneath your pillow, you roll onto your back and take a look at your clock. Eight o’clock. Eddie should be awake now, his shift starting in an hour at the garage. He’d probably have a few minutes free to talk, but you know you’d probably both end up being late for your obligations today. 

With a sigh, you push yourself out of bed and shuffle over to your closet. The tile floor is freezing against your socked feet, and you take a peek out the window to see that it’s snowing pretty heavily outside. The heaviest sweater you own is pink, which works out perfectly for the holiday. You pair it with your thickest jeans and the warmest brown boots in your closet. 

As you’re running a brush through your hair, Shelby startles you by sitting up in her bed with a loud groan. 

“Thank God it’s Friday,” she says with a sigh. 

You hum in agreement, one last yawn sneaking its way out of your mouth. Opening your jewelry box, you take out the charm bracelet that Eddie gave you for Christmas and secure it on your wrist. 

“I’ll see you later,” you say, shrugging on your coat. Shelby gives you a two-finger wave as you sling your backpack on. 

Luckily, you only have the one class on Friday’s, and it was probably your favorite – abnormal psychology. Also luckily on this blisteringly cold day, the Psychology building isn’t too far of a walk from your dorm building. Once you’re comfortably seated in the blissfully warm lecture hall, you notice most students are wearing red or pink, all decked out for the holiday. A couple a few rows in front of you is holding hands. You rest your elbow on the table next to your notebook, propping up your chin as you let out a melancholy sigh. 

This is the first time you’ve had a Valentine, and you know without a doubt that you have the best one. But he’s a thousand miles away, curls probably tied in a bun at the base of his neck as he works under the hood of a car. Every second is going to tick by slower than ever until you get to talk to him tonight. 

The class is interesting as always though, so it manages to keep your mind engaged enough not to fixate on missing your boyfriend. It’s snowing even harder than before class when you step out of the psychology building, heading toward the dining hall. Nancy’s class ends ten minutes before yours so she’s probably already in there waiting for you, getting toasty after being out in the bitter cold. But as you approach the large glass doors, Nancy is hurrying out, mouth chewing on something.

“Nance? What’s up?” you ask. She covers her mouth as she finishes the food in her mouth before speaking.

“I’m so sorry, I can’t do lunch today. Emergency at the student paper. I only had time to grab a quick sandwich.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you assure her. “I’ll see you for dinner?” 

“Definitely,” she says, giving you one last apologetic look before she heads off, tightening her cream colored coat around her small frame. 

It was moments like these that the book in your backpack came in handy. You didn’t mind eating alone, but you also needed something to focus on other than your food. The hall looks more crowded than usual today, probably because everyone wants to get out of the cold. You’re quick to pick up a bowl of steaming hot mac and cheese and nestle yourself into a corner table where you can look out onto the falling snow. 

After the first bite fills your frigid body with some much needed heat, you reach into your bag to pull out your copy of Pride and Prejudice when a voice sounds from behind you.

“Is this seat free?”

On instinct you’re about to say that it is, but your mind catches up to your ears and realizes you know that voice. Your head whips around so quickly that your own hair smacks you in the face. Shaking it from your eyes, you look up to see the grinning face of your boyfriend.

“Eddie!” You leap up and throw your arms around his neck. He laughs and wraps you up in his arms, lifting you so that the toes of your boots are barely brushing the ground. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” he says in your ear. Pressing a kiss to your cheek, he sets you back down. You take his face in your hands, mind having trouble putting the pieces together that he’s standing here in front of you. 

“Happy Valentine's Day,” you say, voice still sounding dazed. “You’re here.”

“Of course I’m here. Couldn’t let today go by without seeing my best girl.” Eddie cups your jaw in his large hands, leaning in to press his lips to yours. The questions swirl through your mind, one after the other, wondering when he got here and how long he’s been planning everything. But none of it seems to matter when his mouth is on yours. 

“You’re done with classes for the day, right?” Eddie asks once you’ve pulled away for air.

“I am. Wait.” You raise an eyebrow at him, and a mischievous smile comes to your lips. “Are you why Nancy suddenly couldn’t have lunch with me?”

“Maybe.” Eddie shrugs, a shit eating grin on his face. “Now, come on. Let’s finish your lunch so we can get over to the hotel.”

“Hotel?” you ask as you sit back down. “Wait.” You laugh as Eddie sits down next to you. “Did you say ‘let’s’ finish, as in you too?”

“Yes and yes,” Eddie says, grabbing your fork and shoveling a mouthful of mac and cheese into his maw.

When you get back to your dorm to pack for your weekend hotel adventure with Eddie, there’s a vase of yellow roses next to Shelby’s bed.

“Wonder who sent those,” you say as you pull a bag out from under your bed. “She and Joey broke up weeks ago.”

“I brought them,” Eddie says. Hand on the closet door, you pause and frown in confusion.

“For Shelby?”

“Yeah.” He slides his hand into his pockets and nods his head towards the flowers. “The guy at the flower place said yellow is for friendship. I dropped those off here before coming to find you. Figured she could use some cheering up since the breakup.”

The fact that Eddie not only was thoughtful enough to bring your annoying roommate flowers, but that he remembered she’d just gone through a breakup makes your heart swell. Eddie Munson was truly the kindest person you had ever met and the fact that you got to be his girlfriend made you feel giddier than all the champagne in the world could. Pausing your packing, you grab the sides of Eddie’s face and pull his lips to yours.

“You’re the sweetest man alive,” you whisper against his lips. Eddie chuckles and gives you another quick peck.

“Don’t worry, baby. Got you flowers too.”

Truthfully, that hadn’t even crossed your mind. But of course he had. 

“Where are they?” you ask.

“Hotel,” he says with a wink as he slides his hands onto your hips. “Can I pick out your underwear for the weekend?”

The devious look on his face as you flushing.

“And my bras too? And what about pajamas?”

“Sure, I’ll pick out your bras, too.” Eddie leans in and presses a kiss to the side of your neck. “But I don’t think you’ll need pajamas.”

“What should I wear to sleep then?” you ask, giving Eddie the most innocent look you can manage. 

“I was thinking nothing,” Eddie says with a shrug.

“Hmm,” you hum as you take a few steps over to your dresser. “You may want to rethink that.” Out from the top drawer you pull a skimpy negligee you’d spotted at the mall a few weeks ago. The pinkish purple silk has lace lining the neckline and the hem, a pretty pale pink. Perfect for Valentine's Day. 

“Shit.” Eddie’s eyes grow wide and darker as he looks at the bit of material hanging from your fingers. “Okay, yeah. Start the night in that. End in nothing.”

“Good compromise,” you tease as you toss the nighty into your bag. “Now hurry and pick out your favorite pairs of my underwear.”

“Challenge accepted.” Eddie rubs his hands together as he walks over to your delicates drawer.

In your car on the way to the hotel you pepper Eddie with the questions that have been buzzing through your mind since he appeared in the dining hall.

“When did you get here?”

“A few hours ago.”

“Did you get any sleep after we hung up last night?”

“A little. And I slept on the plane.” 

“How long are you here?”

“Fly home Sunday night.”

“Why’d you get a hotel?”

“Really, babe? Besides the fact that I didn’t feel like getting complaints from your RA when I make you moan too loud?” He pauses with a laugh as you reach over to swat at him. “I knew Shelby wouldn’t be staying with her boyfriend since she doesn’t have one anymore and I wasn’t about to give her a free sex show.”

The hotel room is small, but it’s clean, warm, and has a bed. That’s all that matters to you. And just as he promised, there’s a vase that’s stuffed to the gills with red roses sitting on the bedside table. The sight brings tears to your eyes as you drop your bag on the bed. No one has ever gotten you flowers before, let alone roses. 

“Eddie, they’re beautiful.”

He slips up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You feel his hot breath brush against your ear as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Fitting for the most beautiful girl.”

There’s a large box of chocolates next to the flowers, a bright red ribbon tied around the cardboard heart. You rest your head back against your boyfriend’s shoulder and turn your head to kiss his cheek.

“How many of those candies are missing, hmm?” you ask. A squeal of laughter leaves your lips as Eddie digs his fingers into the softness of your tummy.

“Not one, thank you very much,” he says as he tickles you. “Maybe if you’re nice to me I’ll feed them to you. Like you see on the covers of those sappy romance books.”

“The ones where the men’s nipples are always showing?” you ask as you start to playfully fight with him, pulling out of his arms to escape his clutches. 

“I’ll be shirtless for it if you want me to,” Eddie says. He tugs on your coat sleeve but with one quick unbuttoning, you’re sliding out of the garment completely, leaving Eddie there standing with your coat in his hands. You kick off your boots, Eddie following your lead, and you kick them into the corner so no one can trip on them. Eddie rids himself of his leather jacket, tossing both it and your coat onto the single chair in the room. 

Making your way back over to your boyfriend, you start to push him onto the bed and shock paints your face when he shakes his head. 

“I know you’ve got that sexy lingerie in there,” he murmurs into your ear and motions to your duffel bag. “Go put it on f’me, yeah?”

“I was saving it for tonight,” you pout, jutting out your lower lip in protest. 

Eddie just laughs. “No time like the present, baby.”

“I expect you to be a lot closer to being naked than you are right now when I come out of that bathroom,” you tell him as you pick up your bag. He gives you a salute before you walk into the bathroom and close the door behind you. 

When you take off your soft warm sweater a chill enters your bones. Wearing less, and then no, clothing doesn’t faze you though, even in the middle of February. There’s not a doubt in your mind that Eddie is going to warm you up. But as you strip out of your jeans and socks, you let out a hiss through your teeth as you see you haven’t shaved your legs. 

“Uh, Eds?” you call as you creak open the bathroom door.

“What’s up?”

“I, uh, didn’t shave my legs,” you admit, heat gathering in your cheeks. “Didn’t know you’d be here. Haven’t been wearing shorts.”

Eddie just laughs, the booming sound making your tummy tumble. “Babe, I don’t care if you’ve got some stubble. Shit, I don’t care if you have longer leg hair than I do. Just come out here so I can kiss you and shit.”

“So romantic,” you say with a scoff, regarding his last sentence. But really, the fact that Eddie doesn’t care if your legs are perfectly smooth or not makes him even more amazing in your book. 

The silk of the negligee feels nice as it hits your skin, sending goosebumps over your chest and down your arms. You turn your head upside down to shake out your hair, hoping to give it some volume. It won’t matter how it looks because it’ll either be in Eddie’s hands or pressed into a pillow in a few minutes, but it’s the principle of the thing. 

When you step out of the bathroom, the floor is biting cold against your bare feet. Trying to ignore the chill, you try to walk slower and sexier. A “sexy” walk isn’t something that’s generally taught, so you’re doubting yourself the whole way towards the bed. But when Eddie’s eyes land on you, they light up. Suddenly, there’s a pressure behind your eyes. Tears could start streaming at any moment and your body starts to feel warm from the inside out. Because all of a sudden you know. You know that it doesn’t matter that you haven’t shaved your legs. It doesn’t matter that your hair might be a little messy after trying to fluff it up. It doesn’t matter if the walk you were just doing looked stupid. Because Eddie doesn’t see any of that. He sees you and it makes you feel safe in a way you never knew you needed. 

The tears don’t come but the feeling of safety and belonging doesn’t wane. Your eyes take in Eddie’s figure on the bed, shirt off – pink and white scars that you’ve come to love and memorize on full display – belt undone and fly unzipped, ready for you to strip him right down. 

“There’s my sexy Valentine,” Eddie says, eyes still drinking you in. 

Giving him a shy smile, you walk over and tug on the ends of his black jeans. He lifts his hips for you so can slide them all the way off. “Boxers too, mister.”

Eddie rids himself of his boxers and you feel a significant surge of wetness between your legs as you’re greeted by his long pretty cock. It’s been inside you dozens of times now, but you still get that bubbly feeling whenever you see it.

“Staring might not be polite, but I like when you do it.” 

Eddie’s words have your eyes meeting his, a smirk on his face while yours is growing warmer. He holds out his hand for you and you take it, letting him guide you onto the bed next to him. Fingers tracing down the bare skin of his arm, you cuddle up to his side and press soft sweet kisses along his neck. 

“You’re so pretty,” you mumble absentmindedly against his skin. A pretty pink hue creeps up his neck, even coloring his ears at your words. A strong calloused hand comes down to rest on your thigh, thumb stroking lovingly on the inner part of your leg. “What do you want first, baby?”

“First, I wanted you in this,” Eddie says, finger coming up to tangle in the piece of lace at the bottom of the nighty. “Now, I want to taste that pretty pussy of yours. Been thinking about it all day.”

“Oh yeah?” you ask, looking at him from underneath your lashes. Eddie takes your hand and places your palm right on top of his cock.

“Been half hard all day just thinking about it. But you wearing this while I eat you out? Shit baby, we’re going to have to go a few rounds because I’m telling you right now, I’m not going to be able to last long.”

“Better get to work then,” you say, shooting Eddie a smirk as you settle back against the pillows. He rolls over onto his stomach and slides down the blue floral duvet. When you spread your legs for him, he lets out a groan that sounds like it deflated all the air from his body. 

He takes your words to heart, wasting no time throwing your leg over his shoulder and moving your other one to the side, giving him the perfect view of how wet you already are for him. Slowly, Eddie moves his body up closer to yours. Large hands grab at the bottom of your lingerie and Eddie’s pushing it up, so it gathers around your waist. He didn’t want anything to get in between him and his prize. 

Eddie places a few kisses up your thighs, but he knows they’ll be plenty of time for teasing later. He may only be in town for two nights, but he was going to make every second count. A hand is braced on each inner thigh, hard enough for you to find finger shaped bruises in the morning. He dips his head in, taking his first taste of you in weeks. How was it possible that your slick on his tongue was even sweeter than he remembered? As he goes in for another swipe of his tongue, your hand grips the duvet below you. His flicks his tongue against your clit, causing you to let out the smallest of whimpers. Always encouraged by the pretty sounds you make, Eddie keeps the attention on your clit, swirling his tongue around it before sucking on the small bud. 

“Eddie,” you whine, and Eddie feels his cock twitch where it’s trapped between his body and the mattress. 

“What is it, princess?”

“Feels so good.”

That makes Eddie smile against your pussy, pressing a few soft kisses to the area before slipping his tongue inside of you. The feeling of the wet warm muscle entering you makes your back arch off the bed and Eddie uses one strong arm across your pelvis to keep your hips in place. 

“I missed this, baby,” Eddie says before delving back into your hole. 

“M-Me too.” You don’t have the mental fortitude to keep up a conversation when your boyfriend’s head is buried between your legs. 

“So wet,” Eddie muses, mostly to himself, as he pulls away and some of your slick keeps his chin connected to your throbbing cunt. 

Adjusting his position to make himself more comfortable, Eddie wraps an arm around each of your thighs, pulling you closer to him as his tongue starts to really work you. He alternates between licks and sucking on your clit, never letting your dripping hole go too without attention either. He slips two fingers into you with no resistance and begins to hunt for that place inside that he knows drives you wild. It doesn’t take him long to find it; Eddie was a quick study when it came to learning your body and how to make it feel good. 

Curling his fingers up has you keening, your boyfriend smiling in satisfaction at making you feel this good. It only takes a few rough strokes of his fingers before your hands are scrambling for purchase on the bed.

“Eds, I’m gonna - shit I’m,” you moan out.

“I’ve got you baby,” Eddie assures you, lips still against your clit. “Let go. Cum for me.”

That’s all you need to hear before your legs are closing around Eddie’s head and your walls are clenching around his thick fingers. He works you through your orgasm, wanting you to get every last bit of enjoyment out of it. 

“There we go,” Eddie says as he slips his fingers out of you. “How was that, princess?”

It’s with heavy lidded eyes that you watch Eddie bring his fingers up to his lips and suck your slick from them. The sight of it has another moan slipping free from you.

“Was s’good, baby,” you say as you try to catch your breath. “But I need your cock.” 

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” Eddie crawls up your body and presses his lips softly against yours, the intimacy of it making your tummy buzz. 

A pale arm reaches over to the bedside table, fumbling with a square box behind the heart shaped one. Eddie’s deft thick fingers pluck a condom from it and the foil crinkles as he works it open. 

“Hey.” There’s a smile on your face as you catch Eddie’s wrist in your hand. 

“What’s up?” he asks, brow pinching in concern.

“We, uh, we don’t really need that,” you say, eyes glancing down at the condom. “I figured it would be a surprise when I saw you over Spring Break, but I guess now works too.”

“Surprise me with what?” Eddie asks. His eyes dart down to your stomach, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“I’m not pregnant,” you say with a laugh. “I started taking the pill.”

“Oh. Well, fuck this thing then.” Eddie tosses the condom over his shoulder and cups your face in his hands as you laugh some more at his antics. He presses a few tender kisses to your lips, smiling against your mouth. “Shit, can’t believe I get to feel all of you, baby.”

“Mm, that’s what I wanted,” you say as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Good surprise?”

“Amazing surprise,” Eddie says, trailing the kisses down to your neck. You decide to throw another little surprise Eddie’s way as you hook your ankles where they rest just below his ass and roll the pair of you over until you’re on top of him. 

Eddie’s hair is splayed out on the pillow around him, a dark halo of curls, and looks up at you with lust blown eyes, pupils swallowing the brown. 

“Wanna ride you,” you say. Mouth hanging open but no sound coming out, Eddie just nods his head at you, causing you to giggle. “No words, baby?”

He takes a few breaths and licks over his lips before speaking. “You’re on top of me. Wearing that. Saying you want to ride me. I have no thoughts in my head right now.”

With a laugh, you lean down and rest your forehead against his. “You’re adorable.”

Rising up on your knees, you take Eddie’s cock in your hand and line him up with your entrance. Both of your mouths drop open as you sink down on him, a whimper coming from you as Eddie squeezes his eyes closed.

“Shit, I didn’t think it could get any better,” Eddie says. “But fuck, feeling you is perfect.”

“Uh huh,” you pant out as you nod your head in agreement. Finally sinking all the way down on him, you place your hands on Eddie’s chest to give yourself a moment to adjust. Fingertips dig into his scars and his hands come up to rest on your hips. 

The first roll of your hips has Eddie releasing a groan from the back of his throat, his thumbs digging into your hip bones. The way his head tilts back, revealing the pale expanse of his neck to you has you rolling your hips a little bit harder. The muscles are straining, and you can see a vein throbbing on the side of his neck. The temptation is too strong, and you find yourself leaning down and running your tongue from between Eddie’s collar bones, up his neck, and all the way to the light stubble coating his chin. The thin sheen of sweat on his skin leaves a salty taste in your mouth. 

He grins up at you, a hungry gleam in his eye. The look sends a flare through your body, landing straight between your legs, making your walls clench around him.

“Fuck,” Eddie spits out. Only encouraged by his reactions, your hips pick up the pace. Your boyfriend is a moaning, panting mess underneath you and it’s only driving you crazier. Lifting off of him before slamming back down had Eddie’s eyes rolling back in his head. Your self-satisfaction only grows when you see the tears leaking from the corner of his eyes. Swiping one up with your thumb, you pop the digit into your mouth, leaving Eddie even more of a whining mess.

“M’close,” Eddie says. He manages to take a deep breath before gripping your hips even tighter, making the drag of your clit over his pubic bone even more delicious. 

“Feels good, Eddie.”

“Yeah, baby?” he asks through his tightened jaw.

“Mhmm. Close,” you say.

Eddie rocks his hips up into yours, sliding your bundle of nerves against his skin over and over. 

“Shit, babe – fuck, I’m coming.”

Eddie finishing had always felt amazing before, even with the barrier of the condom between you. But with nothing separating the two of you, feeling the warmth of his cum as he came inside of you has you gripping onto his skin like a lifeline as you fall over the edge of the cliff into your own orgasm. Bodies moving together as you both ride out your highs, your muscles weaken, and Eddie holds you against his body. The only movement that occurs once you're both spent is the rapid rising and falling of your chests as you try and catch your breaths. 

“Wow.” Eddie is the first to break the silence. 

“Yeah,” you agree. With a cheeky smile on your face, you turn to rest your chin on Eddie’s chest, looking up at him. “Hey Eds?”

“Mm?” he hums.

“Were you crying?” you ask. 

He tilts his head down to meet your eyes, cheeks blooming pink. 

“S’your fucking fault,” he mumbles, making you laugh.

“Excuse me?” you ask.

“Pussy’s just that good,” he says with a shrug. 

You break into another round of giggles and bury your head in his chest. Eddie presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Best Valentine’s Day ever.”

“I agree.”

The rest of the day is spent holed up in your room. Eddie opens the curtains – once you’re both properly clothed – so you can watch the snow, which has now gathered into a couple inches on the ground. The television has Star Wars playing but neither of you are paying attention to it as you lay with your head in Eddie’s lap, talking and giggling with him in between bites of the chocolate candies he’s feeding you. 

You get a pizza delivered for dinner and stay snuggled up in the bed as you eat it, napkins scattered all around so neither of you gets grease on anything. The bathtub isn’t big, but the two of you make it work when you decide to sit in the hot water together – and then maybe make a bit of a mess when you fool around in there. When you get back into the bed, the blankets are soft and inviting as you curl into one another. 

By the time Sunday comes around and it’s time to check out, you’re informed by the front desk that no planes will be taking off due to the amount of snow on the ground. They tell you there’s been a state of emergency declared. Since Eddie’s flight is canceled, the hotel comps your room for the night, giving you two the chance to spend even more time together. Eddie’s thrilled as the two of you bound back into the hotel room.

“Work can’t get mad at me because it’s a state of emergency,” Eddie says as he tosses his body onto the bed. He makes grabby hands at you. “And I get more time with my girl.”

As you step up to the bed, Eddie whips a pillow up from behind him and whacks you in the stomach with it. You bend over, laughter bubbling out of you as you take in the shit eating grin on his face.

“Asshole!” You snatch up another pillow and toss it at his head. He grabs you around the middle and pulls you down on top of him, both of you laughing as you wriggle around. 

“Good thing we don’t need condoms, or we would’ve run out by now,” Eddie says as he pins you down beneath him. “And who knows how long we’ll be snowed in?”

“Speaking of which,” you say, poking him in the chest. “You should call Wayne and tell him.”

Eddie groans and drops his head forward.

“Well, there goes my boner,” he says, making you giggle.

“I’m sure I can bring it back after you get off the phone,” you assure him. With a sigh, he rolls off of you and grabs the phone. He puts the receiver up to his ear and punches in the number as you stand up from the bed, a mischievous idea getting the better of you. 

Eddie sits facing the window, which you take a moment to glance out of before you spin towards him and get down on your knees. Raising his eyebrows at you, Eddie waits for Wayne to answer the phone. And so do you. The moment you hear the older man’s gruff voice coming through the phone, you pop the button on Eddie’s jeans and pull down his fly. 

“Uh, hi, Wayne,” Eddie says, eyes widening as he looks down at you. What are you doing? he mouths at you. You hope he isn’t expecting you to answer him, as you feel it’s pretty obvious, as you reach into his boxers and pull his cock free.

“Y-Yeah, I’m here. Um.” Eddie looks up at the ceiling, trying to ignore you. “So, there’s a state of emergency here cause of all the s-snow.”

It’s hard to contain a laugh as you give a few kitten licks to the head and Eddie fists the duvet in his hand. 

“Right, exactly. Ah! No, n-no, I’m fine.” Eddie clears his throat, glaring down at you and you start to take him into your mouth. 

“No, they’re comping the room.”

Giving a few harsh sucks to the head, you pull off and run your tongue along the vein on the underside of his dick.

“I guess I-I’ll call tomorrow and see-see what’s going on.”

Eddie squeezes his eyes closed and drops his head back, trying to ignore the sinful way your tongue is working over him. 

“How is she? Oh, she’s fucking amazing. I mean, I-I mean she’s good.”

You have to pull yourself away and stifle a laugh into your hand before you can get back to teasing him. When you wrap your fingers around him, Eddie doesn’t know if he wants you to stop or not. 

“Yeah, I’ll let you know when I-I do. Okay, Wayne. Shit – bye!”

Eddie slams the phone down and you fall back onto the floor, consumed with giggles. 

“Oh, you’re in trouble now,” Eddie says as he slides onto the floor next to you. You’re laughing too hard to answer him, so he swings one leg over you and sits on your hips. He pins your hands above your head and raises an eyebrow at you. “Think you’re funny, huh?”

“Yes,” you say between bouts of laughter. 

“I don’t know if you’re lucky or not that you’re stuck with me for at least another day,” Eddie says, tilting his head to the side. “Because I think I’m about to tease the hell out of you for hours.” 

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