#I thought it meant they were DJs before I knew what it was

[pia-nor481]

Empty bed Part One

Lando Norris x reader smut 18+

2.7k words

Racing was always hard on Lando, he left exhausted and with extreme back pain from sitting almost parallel to the ground in the Mclaren. Many thought he was happy with P2 most races, but that wasn't the case. Coming third means you beat seventeen other drivers, it was something to be proud about. Coming first means you won, all the effort you put in payed off for 25 points and a trophy with "1" written on the front, it meant you were the best on the grid. But second, it always came with the worst feeling. He would be ecstatic getting out of the car, sitting in the cool down room and spraying champagne on the podium, but once he reached the sofa of the post race interviews, waves of dread and disappointment waved over him. "So what about the car is proving to be so tricky for you?" One of the interviewers asked looking directly at Lando, he couldn't blame the car if Oscar. a rookie, managed to come third in the same car. A car that was made for him. "Nothing, just a ... lack of talent." The pause after was so loud, although if Max and Oscar had their mics up, it would have picked up their laughter. But Lando wasn't joking, he just broke the record for the highest number of points without ever winning a race. It was upsetting sure, but his team mate winning a race before him, even though it was a sprint, hurt him even more. It wasn't Oscar's fault Lando felt so down, he just got used to losing, 

All the drivers decided to go out to a club to celebrate another win for max. Lando loved clubs and raves, the atmosphere was so over whelming that he couldn't really think. The DJ wasn't playing as well as he should have, Lando thought, he dances around the line of confident and cocky very well, it was never a turn off. He left Daniel to go the bar for another drink, once he got his vodka and coke he debated on just staying at the bar, drinking a way his problems just for the night. He didn't have to worry about a race next week so he didn't have to easy. Taking a sip of the barely cold drink almost caused him to cough, this was not the Smirnoff he was used to, there was an artificial after taste to the drink as well. "I think you might have my drink."  The girl next to him said laughing lightly, clearly trying to hold back her tears, not from laughter but from the remaining taste of vodka in her mouth. "I think so. Well, here's your just less than full rum and diet coke." Lando said, offering a playful smile in return, offering the glass to her, she took a sip with a nod, pleased to wash the awful taste out of her mouth. "You can definitely have your glass of paint stripper back." Lando chuckled rather loudly at her comment, it wasn't the first time some one had commented on his choice of drink, but her was the funniest. "You don't sound local, so I'm guessing you don't do this very often." He had to shout over the music, in retrospect he should have listened to Daniel on how to chat girls up, but she was too cute not to try. "If you mean come to clubs and talk to strangers at the bar, no. If you mean steal the drinks of very attractive men, then yes." He could barely hear her, so he had to lean in close. Her perfume was sweet and inviting, it was as if everything she said was the most interesting thing in the world, he was captivated. He was able to take her all in, a beautiful mini skirt, it was blue and iridescent, and it barely covered anything, if an elder saw her they would claim it to be a belt. Her mesh white top didn't aid in covering her any better, it did have long sleeves sure, but you could see her lacy white bra beneath it. She clearly knew how to style herself, she had lovely little white heels on and a lot of highlighter on her cheeks. She was stunning. 

"So what are you doing here ....?" She trailed off, not knowing his name. "Lando." He almost struggled to get out, so concentrated on her. "Celebrating with some friends, What are you actually doing here, other than chatting up men?" he almost laughed out, she joined him. "Looking for some fun." She hid her face behind the glass, allowing him to see the frosty blue eyeshadow on her lids. "Is that so?" He responded in a lower octave, reaching out to touch her waist with his free hand, her back immediately arched at the feeling, he was pleased to see how well she responded to his touch. She necked her drink quickly and grabbed his wrist, going to tug him out of the club. He was shocked with how her demeaner changed, she seemed so shy, but now she wanted him so desperate. Once he caught up, she stopped her by grabbing her hips firmly. "My hotel is definitely closer." Lando said, reaching for his phone. Once they were inside the taxi, he couldn't keep his hands off of her, his tongue was basically down her throat with how much he wanted her. Once of his hands snaked up her back, running his hingers over her vertebrae, her face began to warm at the feeling. 

Lando practically dragged her out of the car towards the door of the hotel. Once the lift doors shut he pushed her against the mirrors, kissing her lips again in desperation, in the process his hands grasped he sides of her face, smudging her make up. She rested her hands on his chest before pushing him back slightly, needing air. Lando however, didn't need a break, his continued his venture of kissing every bit of exposed skin, first her neck, the collar bones, there her chest. It was at this point he could also smell her body wash and lotion, their proximity was giving him good access to her body. She began to pull on his hair slightly as a sign to come back up, she reconnected their lips while he hiked her leg up around his hip, groping her ass unapologetically. The doors opened and they rushed towards his room. They didn't stop kissing until the back of her knees hit the bed, their contact broke for a second as she fell back. This gave Lando a chance to really take her in, and she was perfect. He began to lean over her, running his fingers over her neck and jaw, until he reached her mouth, she toyed with her lips before pushing his fingers between them. She sucked lightly, not breaking eye contact, Lando's breath got caught in his mouth upon the sight, licking his lips as he felt his cock get harder in his black trousers. He slowly pulled his fingers from her lips with a loud pop. She tugged her white top over head with more pace than he thought was possible, he quickly pulled her skirt down and was met with the intricate white lace of her underwear. "Fuck me." Lando rasped out, going to pull his clothes off. "I plan to." She said back, sitting up on her knees at the edge of the bed, reaching for his cock. Lando stepped closer, rubbing the tip over lips, before lightly tapping her cheeks with it, even now he was bit of a tease. She stuck her tongue out while grasping his hip, wanting him to be still while she took his whole cock in her mouth. His head fell back slightly as he groaned feeling the tip hit the back of her throat. "That's it baby, just like that." She bobbed her head over and over, motivated by the noises that slipped his mouth. He pulled off and quickly began to glide her tongue on the underside of his cock, she kissed and kitten licked the head before taking his whole cock again. He was surprised with how eager she was, no other woman was able to take the full thing, they had to use their hands to cover the base, she didn't. Lando let out blissful sigh above her, slipping his hand over her jaw, forcing eye contact. He tightened his grip when she hollowed out her cheeks, the pressure was becoming too much for him. His hips thrusting slowly was a sign of how close he was getting. Lando's hands found the back of her head, pushing it down until her nose met his pelvic bone. He lost himself in the feeling of her mouth, his cock pulsating as he moaned out quietly. Her mouth was quickly filled with his cum. "Swallow for me." She did as she was told, looking up at him when let her tongue lull out. 

Lando groaned as he stood up, walking leisurely towards the bed side table, his hand quickly met the neck of a bottle, a bottle of Ferrari champagne. She leaned back on the bed as he slammed the bottle on table before looking back at her; spraying the bottle above her. Her skin quickly became sticky with the bubbly liquid. This gave Lando an excuse to suck on her skin again, obsessed, he needed to feel her against him. He licked his way down her abdomen, once he met her cunt he sucked her clit rather aggressively, she moaned at he contact, closing her eyes to bask in the feeling. He wasted no time slipping his fingers between her slick lips. He began to scissor slowly, hungry to hear her whines at him stretching her out. He was relentless in licking her clit, switching from slow circles to shaking his head side to side, pushing his tongue down flat and hard got the best reaction from her, so he was persistent; curling fingers every now and then to receive an extra gasp. Her heels began to dig into the mattress as her pelvis began to rise; he would gorge on the sweetness leaking out of her cunt. She was quickly becoming drunk on the feeling of her blooming pleasure; rolling out a song of moans and hums. Her hips began to twitch against his face, the orgasm was a sight to behold, let a lone something too feel as her mind began to melt as he sucked and licked aggressively. She didn't know whether she wanted to pull him closer or pull away. The stimulation was too much and she began to see stars in her new found haze, moaning out curses with a mix of his name. Lando pulled away, flashing his teeth in the process of smirking. 

Once she caught her breath, he leaned closer brining the bottle with him. "Open, baby." he tilted the bottle back, letting the champagne pour into his mouth, but his Adams apple didn't bob. He grabbed her jaw and let the alcohol spill into her mouth, she swallowed quickly, wanting to feel his lips on her, he was intoxicating, a feeling she hadn't had in a long time. She was so focused on him that she didn't register being flipped over onto her stomach. Lando pulled her hips up, supporting her weight slightly. She pushed up onto her elbows as he spoke. "You gonna be good? yeah?" he said with a tinge of sass, smacking her ass lightly. She nodded, moaning out as a verbal response. He chuckled before sliding his cock through her lips, she clawed at the now wet sheets, unable to control her self. Lando started slow needing to pace himself slightly, just kissing her got him so worked up, “Fuck.” He strained, becoming more breathless with each thrust. As he continued to press into her, she couldn’t help but clench around him, the way he was hitting all the right spots, touching her skin, groaning in pleasure, made it all that much harder not to cum then and there. His hand made contact with her ass In sequence with the thrusts, the sting was painful and yet it felt euphoric, she groaned into the bedding at the feeling.

Once he pushed in to the hilt, she arched her back further, not being able to contain herself for much longer. Hot breaths filled the air, which was already filled with sex and desire.

Lando’s hand make work up her back before drawing shapes on her shoulders. His hand soo reached her scalp, where he grabbed a fist full of her hair and tugged lightly; ensuring she wouldn’t object before he pulled rather hard, causing her back to reach his chest. He kept her hair in his hand while sucking on her neck, she wanted to feel everything and he made it happen. “Oh, please Lando, please.” She asked, gasping for air after each word.

“Why? Can’t hold it?” He teased, not that he was any better off. She just felt so good and her reactions only heightened the sensation. She whined in response as he thrusted deeper inside of her pulsating cunt. He groaned in her ear before speaking again, “you didn’t answer my question baby.” He was being cocky, but in a way he knew would only turn her on further. “I can, I swear.” Her words were slurring together, making it that much more obvious that she was on the edge of euphoria. She reached around him, grabbing his waist for some support, she could barely hold her head up anymore, the over stimulation setting in quicker than she anticipated.

Lando’s hand slid back down to her clit, aiding in the blissful feeling. Rubbing figure eights over her cunt while thrusting harder made her moan louder in between heavy breaths. He was smirking into her neck, knowing how good he was making her feel. She could feel his teeth against her skin, he was biting down, almost as if to hide his voice, muffling the groans. “That’s it baby, cum for me.” He said, voice dropping an octave for a mere second. She did as she was told, practically spasming in his arms as she let out guttural moans. The feeling of her clenching caused Lando’s cock to twitch. A mix of their cum dripped down her legs and into the bed.

“Good, so good for me. Makin me feel so good baby.” Lando whispered, pulling out. He ran his hands over her body gently, it almost tickled. By the time he got under the covers, she was already asleep; hair tangled, make up smudged and skin dotted in marks that would be hard to cover with the clothes she was wearing, or lack there of. Lando was happy, it was more than the post orgasmic haze, something about her was just right. He didn’t stop touching her, keeping his arms tight around her body to keep her warm, knowing the alcohol would wear off. He felt like he’d accomplished something more than just a win.

When Lando woke up at half past eleven, skin stuck to the bedding he was surprised and confused, until he remembered, partly, what had happened that night. He looked to his side, only to find an empty bed. He shot up, quickly looking around the room for any sign of the night. He walked through the whole “room”, past the tables and sofa, only to be met with silence. Lando walked back to the bed sorrowful, knowing his flight would leave in an hour, so he decided he needed to get ready.

Once he opened the bathroom door he first noticed it was still quite warm, it wouldn’t have been because he’d used it more than 24 hours ago. The condensation on the glass was new. Someone had definitively used his shower. Wrapping a towel around his body as he left, Lando went to his suitcase to pick up some clothes for the flight, he again noticed something was off. One of his hoodies was missing. In an attempt to find it he stumbled upon a pair of white lace underwear across the room. He was please that he didn’t imagine last night, but was disappointed she wasn’t still there. Lando was broken out of his trance when he heard the sound of a notification from his phone.

“Hope you wore a condom xx”-Daniel

Any mistakes let me know.

Part Two

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[theemporium]

🧸 Lando's baby being a music lover just like their mum!!! (i love music everything, playing, singing, making GIMME EVERYTHING) also ilysm cece, you're such an angel

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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It became clear at a young age that little Margot Norris adored music.

It never mattered the song or the artist or the genre of music, any form of it seemed to calm her down in a way that seemed like a miracle when it came to babies. Lando had made countless jokes that it was because of all the different genres you would listen to when you were pregnant. He joked that she had spent most of her time inside you being surrounded by music that only followed her into her own life. 

He joked but it wasn’t really a joke. 

Margot Norris was a carbon copy of you with her love for music. She seemed to take after her mother in the way she craved it, the way she desired it, the way she gravitated towards it. And it made Lando’s heart clench so tight in his chest, he thought it was going to explode. 

“Daddy likes music too,” he spoke to the baby in his lap as he set up the control board in front of him. “Daddy used to be a DJ, you know? People loved it, honey. They went crazy for my music.”

Margot babbled like she understood what he said. 

Lando grinned widely. “Yeah, exactly. You get it, smarty pants. And look, Daddy still has all his old equipment he can teach you.” 

Whilst he knew Margot was still far too young to show any understanding in the words or instructions he was giving her as a six month old, it still warmed his heart to watch her reach for the same buttons he just pressed like it was a game. It made him feel like her music obsession was a little bit of him too.

“What are you doing?”

It almost made you laugh the way both of their heads snapped up at the sound of your voice. 

“I’m making my girl a DJ prodigy,” Lando said proudly as he glanced down at the baby in his lap, her head tilting back to look at him. “Isn’t that right, honey? M’gonna make you the next Steve Aoki.”

You snorted. “What if she wants to do classical music?”

“I bet that can be DJ-ed too,” Lando said with a shrug of his shoulders before he leaned down to press chaste kisses on Margot’s chubby cheeks. “You are gonna be the best DJ this world has ever seen.” 

“So you’ve already given up on making her a racer?” You teased as you wandered deeper into the room, taking a seat by Lando beside all of his DJ equipment surrounding him on the floor.

“Of course not,” Lando scoffed. “She just needs a hobby until she’s old enough to go in a kart.”

You shook your head, though you were smiling. “A DJ prodigy and a racing prodigy,” you mused as you let out a low whistle. “We’ve made a daughter with many talents.”

Lando puffed his chest. “She gets it from me.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, baby.” 

“I thought a good wife was meant to further her husband’s delusion.”

“Not this time, babe.”

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[vax-merstappen]

dancing with the F1 boys

no bc imagining dancing with these guys was literally the cutest thing ever! my personal favorite to write was yuki, like i was melting from the fluff. hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing!

Lando Norris

Lando had been practically begging you to come with him and some friends to his favorite club. You asked a few of your own friends along and told Lando you would meet him there. When you and your girlfriends walked into the club, you instantly noticed your boyfriend standing at the front of the club, headphones on and mixing music for the crowd. You always thought Lando looked super hot when he would dj and you grabbed your friends and pushed your way to the front, where he would be able to see you dancing. Little did you know, nothing turned Lando on quite like watching you enjoy yourself to his music. After his set was over, he pulled you aside to dance with him and do other incredible things in private.

Oscar Piastri

Oscar wasn’t one for dancing in public, as both you and him knew that he had two left feet. But when you asked if he would come with you to your best friend’s wedding, you knew that there would be no better opportunity to coerce him onto the dance floor. You let him have a few drinks and chat with a few of your mutual friends at the table while you danced with your best friend. When you noticed him watching you as you moved, you ran over to the table and pulled him to his feet, dragging him over to the floor. He couldn’t help but smile as you danced so carefree while holding his hands. Eventually he couldn’t help but move along with you and the beat, your mission of getting Oscar to dance finally completed.

Max Verstappen

You had spent one of Max’s days off on a romantic trip together. You had spent the entire afternoon exploring the city and laughing with him about inside jokes only the two of you understood. You had finally sat down in a park where you would be able to watch the sunset. As day turned to night, you heard a busker with a violin start to play somewhere nearby. You looked Max in the eyes before asking him if he would dance with you. “Of course, schatje.” You spent the last minutes of sunlight in each other’s arms moving together, not caring who was watching.

Charles Leclerc

“Ma chérie, would you listen to this and tell me how you like it?” Charles asked. You walked into the room to see him seated at the piano, looking at expectantly. “Of course, amour.” He started to play and you closed your eyes and listened to the notes echo through the space. You loved when he would play for you, especially his original pieces. As the song continued on, you began to dance to the music. Your eyes were still closed, so you couldn’t see Charles watching you or the beaming smile on his face. “How was it?” he asked after he stopped playing. “I think it’s your best one yet,” you responded, and you pulled your boyfriend in for a kiss.

Carlos Sainz

When you admitted to Carlos that you had not listened to many Spanish songs, he immediately turned on Spotify and began playing his favorites for you. He grabbed your waist and pulled you close, beginning to dance along and sing the lyrics. You had to admit that the songs he picked were catchy and you began to dance along with him even though you didn’t know the words or what they meant. You just loved seeing how happy the music made your boyfriend.

Lewis Hamilton

One of your and Lewis’ mutual friends was a pretty famous singer and she wanted the two of you to be in a music video for her latest song. Of course you both had enthusiastically agreed. You were on set for the day, shooting various scenes where you were walking around the city together. Finally to end the video, your friend had told you to just dance to the music together in your own way. Lewis gave you a warm smile as you began to move your hips to the beat. He grabbed your hand and spun you around, just for you to land laughing in his arms. Your bodies continued to move to the music until the song ended and you kissed as the final note played on the set.

Daniel Ricciardo

One thing you and Danny always liked to do was karaoke, even though neither of you were particularly good singers. Daniel was so passionate about music that he was always down to sing to his favorite songs, even if it meant showcasing his not so great voice. This particular night, Scotty and Chloe had egged you both on into doing a duet. Standing on the stage, you both belted the lyrics to your favorite song, dancing around the music without a care in the world. You took a bow when you were finished singing and immediately went to cue up another song, not wanting your musical moment with Danny to end.

Yuki Tsunoda

A week ago, Yuki had told you that he had never played the Just Dance games growing up. You immediately decided that you needed to fix this and planned a date night in where the two of you could play the game together. While you waited for your takeout food to arrive at the house, you took Yuki through your personal favorite dances. At first you beat him easily, as you had some memory of which dance moves would come next. But as the night went on, Yuki began to catch up with you and eventually outscore you at your own game. Your food arrived and you demanded a rematch after the meal, as you weren’t one to simply lose. Yuki laughed and agreed to keep playing and you both ended up laughing and dancing together late into the night.

Alex Albon

It was a depressing rainy afternoon and you had been curled up feeling sad all day. Alex had been on a call with his race engineer for work, but once he finished he immediately noticed something was wrong. He asked you what was wrong and you replied, “Nothing much, it’s just a gloomy day.” Alex told you he had an idea and to follow him. You did and he led you downstairs and out the front door. You stood where it was dry as Alex ran out into the rain. “Come on, baby, let’s dance in the rain!” he shouted and you couldn’t help but smile and run out to join him. Even though you both got soaked, you had an amazing time splashing through the puddles in the arms of your amazing boyfriend. When you went back inside, you both curled up in warm blankets and dry clothes. Only one movie came in mind to watch, Singin’ in the Rain.

Logan Sargeant

Logan had got a bad result in qualifying and was feeling down about his chances during the morning of race day. He had been tense all morning, so he was relieved when he was allowed to go take a quick break in his driver’s room. He walked in the door to see you waiting for him. You could tell Logan had been feeling down. An idea came to mind and when he sat down next to you. You turned your phone’s volume up and hit play on Logan’s favorite hype song. You got up and started dancing and singing to the lyrics. Logan started to smile and even got up to dance alongside you. “Thanks, babe,” he whispered to you as he pulled you close. “That’s just what I needed.”

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[justfangirlstuffs]

Heart of Glass

A friend of mine finally talked me into reading LDR and this was the result. Takes place after chapter 13. LDR belongs to @spadillelicious

At your wit's end, you decide to try and have a normal time with Sun before opening hours.

cw: suggestive

You x Sun

wordcount: 2040

You came into work feeling a little more rested than you have been in the past few days. You chanced taking a quick glance around for Moon but the janitor was doing a good job of making himself discreet, and you couldn't exactly blame him given recent events. A knot formed in the pit of your stomach and you rubbed at your temples. 

You missed the days when your greatest concern at work was customer service, or not making a total fool of yourself while skating, or… confessing to your crush. It was beyond agonizing how your world had gone from bright and sure to being filled with shadows of uncertainty at every corner overnight. And each day the shadows seemed to grow bigger and more numerous. It almost made you wish you could go back to the days of blissful ignorance before you knew the horrible, horrible truth.

“Good morning, sunshine!” Sun chirped from behind you, causing you to jump nearly a foot in the air. He placed both hands on your shoulders to steady you before you could fall over. “Careful there. You don't even have your skates on and already you're unbalanced.” He gave a soft, playful chuckle in your ear that made your heart squeeze in your chest and your breath catch in your lungs. 

“M-Morning, Sun,” you forced out, trying to simulate even a sliver of the cheer he was radiating..

“You're here early  again  I see, perfect. That means we can get more practice in. I'll make an expert skater out of you yet,” Sun declared, giving a spin and winking at you. 

You gave a soft snort in answer, doubting his claims. Your clumsiness on wheels aside… A dark thought pervaded your mind… would you even live long enough for that to happen? You stared up at Sun, seeing the eagerness in his body language, the way he was practically bouncing in his roller skates, the way his eyes were lit up with excitement and anticipation. He was eager to get you on the roller rink. His dance floor. 

You considered him, and you considered one of your more recent conversations. His confession about the mixtape, how it meant everything to him, how he’d kissed it and handled it like the most precious of treasures. A part of you desperately wanted to believe his words, that he would never hurt you, that he wanted to keep you safe and protect you. But your mind was still swirling in a fog of doubt and fear. 

After what you saw him do you didn't know what to believe anymore. You didn't want to think that all those months of you and him had been a lie. But if they had been… would he really be trying so hard? And then another thought occurred to you, a crazy and possibly insane thought. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to keep Sun endeared to you. If his feelings were really as true as he claimed, then perhaps keeping him on your side might be the smart thing to do. You felt like such a scuzz for even thinking that but it wasn't just about self-preservation on your part. You really did miss your friend. Your Sun. 

“Not this time,” you said, straightening your back and puffing out your chest a little bit. “This time we're going on to MY dance floor.” 

Sun stared down at you, his eyes widening in surprise as he blinked at you. Clearly, you had caught him off guard. “Oh?” The sound was drawn out, laced with intrigue, and his rays gave a little spin. “Do tell. Where is this said dance floor?” 

Swallowing down all of your nerves -and they went down as smoothly as a thick wad of dried bread, with no water to wash it down- you took Sun by the hand and pulled him towards the DJ booth. He gave a soft giggle clearly intrigued as he let you tug him along, his roller skates gliding easily along the floor. When you got to the DJ booth you began flipping through the vinyls looking for the record you had in mind. 

“Skates off," you told him. 

Once again Sun was taken aback by your request. “Sunshine, this is a skating rink,” he reminded you. 

“Oh, what's the matter?” You asked, throwing him a raised eyebrow and the hint of a smirk. “Afraid I'll show you up?” 

Sun laughed and it was the first genuine laugh you heard since... you shook your head. No you couldn't let those thoughts frazzle you now. Not when you had a good flow going. “Someone is feeling daring today,” Sun remarked, and he sounded pleased as punch about it. “All right, then. We’ll play by your rules.” 

While Sun changed out of his skates and into his casual footwear, you searched for a particular vinyl. It didn’t take you long to find what you were looking for, and once you got it set up, the music started and Heart of Glass by Blondie began blaring over speakers. You turned to face Sun and then you begin to move your hips to the music, doing a shuffle as your elbows and knees popped to the beat. 

Sun gazed at you in utter awe. “I didn't know you could dance, sunshine. You've been holding back on me!” 

Normally you didn't, normally you were too embarrassed and self-conscious to dance in front of others. But if this helped you to mend some kind of bridge… 

“Once I had a love, and it was a gas,” you sang as you swayed your hips. 

“Soon turned out, had a heart of glass,” Sun continued as he joined you, shuffling his feet, his limbs moving with a flawless elegance that was so enviable.

As it turned out Sun was just as graceful off the roller rink as he was on it. He matched you move for move and even had the cheek to embellish on some of them. Clearly trying to impress you, and probably also show off a little. Halfway through the song, Sun caught one of your hands and spun you around before pulling you into a dance of his own. With one hand holding yours and the other on your hip, he rocked and swayed your bodies together in time with the music. Your heart surged in your chest a mix of fear and something else. Excitement? Giddy? You decided not to look at it too closely and just enjoy the music and the rhythm that your bodies were making. 

The two of you spun and danced around the small space and you felt a little bit more in control without the skates to put you off balance. Sun did a good enough job of that to you as it was all on his own. At one point Sun had spun you around so that you were face away from him, and you were acutely aware of his hips gently grinding against yours as your back pressed against his chest. It was only for a moment, maybe two, but it caused you to fluster enough that you nearly had a misstep as Sun spun you back around to face him, his smile perfectly bright and innocent.

Despite your nerves, you felt yourself actually having fun. “Lost inside, adorable illusion and I cannot hide,” you sing softly. 

Sun continued the next lyric. “I'm the one you're using, please don't push me aside.” You heard his voice quiver a little at those last few words, his voice becoming almost pleading.  

He pulled you a little closer in the dancing and once again you felt your heart being clenched in your chest. A thought occurred to you just then. (You’d been having a lot of those lately.) What if Moon wasn't the only victim here? You saw how Sun acted around Afton, how whenever the owner came by Sun distanced himself from you. Maybe… maybe Sun acted the way he did because he had to. 

Was that stupid of you to think? Was that naive of you to wish that that was the case? At any rate, you couldn't allow yourself to fully believe it as much as you wanted to. There was too much doubt, too many holes in this gruesome picture that you found yourself a part of unwittingly. But in your heart of hearts you wanted to hold on to that hope that the Sun that you knew, the friend who had always been there to brighten your day and bring a smile to your face, you wanted to believe that that was the real Sun. 

The two of you finished out the song, Sun slowing down the dance as the outro played until he was just gently swaying you with him. Holding you close so that your heart was practically hammering against his chest plate. 

“I missed this,” he murmured against your hair. “I missed us.” 

“Me too,” you said, allowing yourself to be honest. 

Sun began humming, but not to the tune that was playing. It was a different song entirely. A much older one. “You Are My Sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray~. You'll never know dear how much I…” His whole body shuddered, his sun rays twitching and his words seemed to hitch. 

You stared up at him, your mouth agape. “S-Sun?” It was a question, and you still weren't sure you wanted to know the answer. 

Sun slowed the both of you to a halt, staring down at you with those pale eyes that seemed so… vulnerable at the moment. His hands reached up to cradle your face and your cheeks were hot against his cool silicone and metal digits. 

“I know you're still… uncertain. But unlike you, there is no doubt in my mind about how I feel.” 

He leaned down and in a panic, you closed your eyes too scared to back away or to move forward. But instead of a touch on your lips, you felt his smile press against your forehead in a sweet and affectionate gesture. 

“Not to worry, sunshine,” he said softly. “If… when that happens, it will be because you wanted it.” 

Your heart swelled and you almost wanted to cry. So many emotions and thoughts and feelings were swirling around in your head, distorting your reality and making you dizzy. Were you a terrible person for leading him on like this? Were you an even worse person for still loving him as much as you did? You opened your eyes to look at him but before you could say or think to say anything, you heard a distant banging on a door breaking the mood. 

Sun glanced over to the front doors, an unamused laugh emitting from him. “Looks like we have some eager beavers this morning. It's still ten minutes til opening.” 

Sun parted from you and you had to fight the urge to reach out and grab his windbreaker to stop him. He slipped his roller skates back on and flashed you his trademark grin. “I'll take care of things, sunshine. Why don't you go grab yourself a cup of coffee real quick? I made you a fresh pot.” 

“Thank you,” you said, giving him a smile. And for the first time in a while, it didn't feel forced. 

“No, thank you, sunshine.” He lingered in the doorway, gripping the door frame tightly. “I really needed this. More than I think you'll ever know.” 

With that, he skated off to help the customers, all while singing the song that was playing “The tide is high but I'm holding on, I'm gonna be your number one~.”

You collapsed down into one of the swivel chairs, needing to catch your breath from the whirlwind of the last several minutes. For just a short while things had felt normal again. It felt like you had your friend and crush back. The hope in your heart, once a little seedling, was starting to grow, and you were wondering if it was too late to root it out. You just prayed that Sun would keep his promise. Because the hurt at his betrayal would kill you long before a bullet from his gun.

#fnaf sundrop #fnaf moondrop #sun x y/n #sun x reader #cw suggestive #love death and rollerskates #here's hoping I didn't totally butcher Sun's character #this story man #i'm emotionally compromised over these two broken bots #but i felt like this song REALLY suited the situation damn near perfectly #wrote this because after all the hurt I needed some self comfort #feel like i'm setting myself up for heartache with Sun but I will hold onto hope #justfangirlwritings

[phasecornnuts]

I would love to power bottom Valentino from hazbin hotel ples 😏 also I LOVE angst so maybe a bit of that 😌 head cannons or a fic doesn’t matter I love words

Hello again whores! This is over 16k words…. I think I may have a problem, but I cooked so whatever

Tbh I may open writing commissions bc I love y’all but if I’m writing biblical epics I lowkey would appreciate being paid (college is expensive) 😭

CW: For general angst and Drug use

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You hated working nights, but working for Val always meant you worked nights. If someone were to ask you to write a list of everything you disliked about the club, you’d swear the exterminators would be here by the time you were done with it. But alas, it was what it was and there was nothing you could do to change it. That fucking contract made sure of that.

There were a few things that could make your shift bearable though. You liked Angel, even though he didn’t really come by anymore because of that stupid hotel, you liked the free drinks, even though Val made sure they were watered down after you vomited on a customer, and you liked the pills Val would give you, even though they made you feel loopy when you preformed. Those were the shit. Grade A. Top tier. Happiness in a tablet the size of your fingernail.

In your dressing room you watched the clock, five minutes. God, you were already sweating in the shitty outfit Val made you wear for tonight. A frilly maid outfit with black lingerie underneath, the man wanted a strip-tease and he was gonna have it one way or another. With Angel gone, you were the only other person he thought was worth headlining. That felt good to hear, even if you were only second choice. Maybe Angel being gone was a good thing, not for him but for you, maybe Val would see that you’re better than him, that you tried more. Maybe then you could be the star, and not just the understudy. Maybe, maybe, maybe; The word’s rhythm wavered in your head.

Hoping for Val to want you was fruitless though, you knew. Angel was the golden goose- or spider, you supposed - and it would take an act of god for someone to eclipse him. You took your eyes off the clock, knowing getting lost in your thoughts would just lead to a spiral of self-loathing. You closed your eyes and released a heavy sigh. On your table, beside your makeup and phone stood a fluorescent orange bottle. Unscrewing the cap you let loose three in your palm before capping the bottle. You ran the pad of your thumb over the tiny white buttons, smooth and chalky, before placing them in a row on your tongue, all washed down with watery gin. A twisted communion.

You lean back in your chair, wondering when the pills are gonna kick in. About two minutes pass before you hear the door to your dressing room open and a tired waitress with smudgy blue eyeliner and a crooked wig tilts her head towards the hallway to tell you it’s time for you to get on stage. Walking past her, you can smell a heavy peach scented perfume she used to try to cover the smell of sweat. Your heels clacked on the tile floor as you walked up to the entrance of the stage. You scratched your back from the itchy fabric of the costume, then adjusted the tops of your stockings. The song that’s currently playing ends and the performer before you walks to the back, they’re huffing and tired. They stretch and pop their back before looking at you, mouthing “Good luck.” The DJ of the club took a beat before announcing you to the crowd. Rolling your shoulders, you walked on stage feeling the hot spotlights shine on you.

That’s when it hits.

All of the tension you held in your body lifted, and your mind began to swim as you felt the Oxy kick in. Fuck, they really were the best. They made you feel warm and floaty, made the world seem bearable. You swung your hips seductively as you sauntered to the pole, ready to begin your act. Looking around, all the faces of the crowd blended together. It felt like the world was painted in watercolor, all of its harsh edges gone, replaced with washes that drifted out into nothing.

A chemical confidence kicked in then. Those languid movements of yours had everyone entranced, grinding your sex to the pole as you teased eager watchers with a peek up your skirt. Over the music you could hear their hoots and wolf-whistles, then frenzy when you began to shimmy off your top, exposing that black bra you had on under. You throw it out into the crowd, grateful not to have that polyester piece of shit on you anymore. The way they all clamor to catch it made you bite your bottom lip with a smirk. They were all so pathetic.

You spun on the ball of your foot, but the weightlessness of your opioid addled body worked against you, making you fall. Luckily you caught yourself on your hands, pretending it was some sultry move like a lady in a porno. The crawling was good though, you pretended to fuck the stage before you got to the center. You leaned back on your hands, stretching out a heeled foot that they all begged to touch. One almost did, before you snatched it away.

Slipping off that ugly skirt and kicking it off into the drunken crowd felt so good. They were transfixed, enthralled, however you wanted to put it. Your high made everything better, blanketing your body in comfort- That was always the peak. Savoring those small moments that made them scream. Looping and spinning and sliding and going upside down, stretching your legs out spread-eagle. When you felt the room start to spiral you stopped with your back to it for support. With a fake sexiness you slid your hand down your stomach, into those thin painties before taking it out.

God, it felt good to be desired even if it was like this. Sure, Val didn’t want you, but they did. All those sinners and hell-born who clamored to touch you and have you touch them. How they fought over an ugly, scratchy top because you wore it.

Turning your head you saw a wide-eyed patron ignoring a half-drank glass. You smirk and crawl towards them, and their eyes turn to the size of saucers. Reaching the edge of the stage you lean over, hanging over their small table. You opened your mouth wide enough to kiss- But you didn’t. You let your tongue hang out of your mouth, letting a fat drop of spit land in their drink. That was all they could have of you; You smile and go back to the stage to continue your act.

You don’t know how long he’d been standing there when you saw him. Valentino. He nips at his cigarette while he looks at you, not knowing what he’s thinking. Your moves become bigger, looser, hoping to impress him. A glob of phlegm sits at the back of your mouth and you swallow, feeling the tenseness grow inside your body. I can be good too, see! I’m as good as Angel! Even better! Please…please don’t fire me.

He walks closer to the stage as you keep grinding on the pole. Your eyes meet for a second before you look away, unsure. When he reaches the edge of the stage is when you slam yourself to the floor- the crowd hollered. Val adjusts his glasses and takes a long, long drag from his cigarette. Your body cranes towards him, head lowered in reverence while you studied his face. Val was always so hard to read, that’s the thing you hated most about him - well, at least one of them- was he displeased, impressed, disinterested? Fuck if you knew.

With one hand he pinched your face, between his pointer and thumb. He pressed his mouth to yours, filling it with all of that warm smoke. The roof of your mouth hurt so much, but the rest of your body trembled. He’d never been this open, kissing you, watching you dance, it felt so, so good to have his attention. Val pulled away, pink cloud leaving your parted lips.

Valentino leaned in, “Meet me in the back.”

“I still have five minutes left…”

“I’m your boss.” There was a vague sternness to his words, what were five minutes compared to his regard?

You breathed heavily. “Gimme a second.”

Quickly as you could you got off stage. Your head was spinning and you couldn’t tell why- was it the Oxy? The drink? The dancing? The cigarette? All of them combined. The backstage was full of cold air, making goosebumps prickle over your legs. You crossed your forearms and leaned them on the wall. Eyes closed, you counted backwards from 100; 100, 99, 98, 97- Val with his cigarette showed up in your mind, how he pulled your mouth to his, how you shivered, how you liked it. You tried again, but he kept lingering. Another restart, going a bit longer this time, but you gave up somewhere around 56.

Through the backstage hallway you walked to the back, The Velvet Rooms. Those fancy, gilded places hidden away that only those Val liked - or who could afford it- could enter. Valentino hid himself away in the biggest one, a room within the wall closed off with heavy dark blue curtains. The Velvet Rooms were where Overlords and certain Goetia came to be spat on, spanked, and other “peculiar wants” that Val catered to.

Opening the curtains you were struck with the heavy scent of his smoke. You closed them shut, the room illuminated by a faint pink light. Val sat on the couch, legs spread wide and arms slung over the top, his heavy coat thrown to some unknown corner. Seeing him reminded you of how little clothes you had on. Val’s second set of arms beckoned you over, you obeyed. He rested them on your waist, idly feeling the texture of your garter belt.

“Good of you to come carino,” He kissed your stomach, tittering at the way you quivered. “You did so good I had to meet with you privately.”

“How could I deny you Valcito?” You responded in a honeyed tone that made him chuckle.

“Valcito?” He smirked.

“Aren’t you?” You tilt his head up to see your smiling face, dressed with sultry bedroom eyes, “My little Valcito who liked my dancing.”

Val showed off that gold tooth of his; He kissed your stomach again, leaving a little red mark.

You dropped your hands to his arms, sliding up to his biceps. You bit your lip, so hard and toned. For so long you were curious about Val’s body, his sex, his libido. You wondered what he did to Angel to make him so sore and his voice so hoarse. It was embarrassing how many nights you spent thinking about what he tasted like- though now there was no point, you knew now, cigarettes and citrus vodka.

The tips of his fingers traced along your hips, fingering the thin strap of your panties. Your voice grew weak as he nipped again and again at the soft flesh of your stomach. Mind in a daze, words slipped out of your mouth.

“You know, I’m surprised you called me back here…” A kitten-lick across your navel that made you squirm.

“Why’s that Carino? Don’t think you’re pretty enough?” His voice teased.

“I thought you didn’t like women”

“Why would you think that?” He looped his finger around the hip strap again

“Angel.” He snickered.

“Oh Carino, don’t worry. Angel is just the soup D’Jour,” His finger dipped forward along your hip bone, “Men, women; Women, men; all of those sweet things in-between, how could you pick just one?”

“How poignant.” You said with a bit of a flat affect. His waxing-poetic seemed so unimpressive to you. Though, you felt a stab of guilt for thinking so.

“You, Sugar, I just can’t deny,” Val moved his hands up along your torso, stopping just underneath your breasts, “Good tits, nice stomach, pretty face,” his attention went back to your panties, “You coulda been on the cover of Hustler. Hhhnn, maybe I’ll make you the centerfold this month…”

You leaned over him, pressing your face to his. Fuck, his tongue felt so good in your mouth, making your stomach start to knot and squirm. He took your bottom lip between his teeth, making you whine before you pulled away. Placing tiny nips on his neck, you felt the heat in your stomach grow hotter and hotter and turn to slick. You wanted to touch him, feel him, consume him, and be consumed.

Val pulled away for a second, but it felt like forever. He reached into a shallow pocket and produced a button of something. It was a tiny tablet, waxy and fat, and pinched between his two fingers. You wondered what it was, it didn’t look like Oxy. You hoped it was something stronger, desiring the out of body experience you’d been losing since you started to grow tolerant of the opiate.

“You ever play a game of rolling roulette Sugar?” Val asked, you shook your head no.

“You trade the X tongue to tongue, and whoever’s it dissolves on is the lucky winner.” Oh so it was Ecstasy, now that’s good shit.

Val pulled you onto his lap, cupping a breast, “C’mon Baby, let’s go on a trip together…”

That’s all it took.

The tiny pill teetered between both of your tongues as you kissed, growing smaller and smaller and smaller. Val’s spit was thick and sweet and wonderful, something about it making your body go alight with electricity. The X melted so easy, like blue cotton candy; You could feel the serotonin swell in your brain like a party balloon.

When the first roll happened you moaned into Val’s mouth. All of your nerves were standing on edge, shivering with anticipation. He removed your bra, placing a nipple in his mouth as you felt his cock grow harder. It felt so much better than your other highs. The Oxy only ever calmed things, washed them out. The X was so different, so so much better. Everything seemed to shimmer, like the whole world was wrapped in cellophane. How could you think the absence of feeling was so wonderful when this existed?

Your mind was in a twinkly daze when you started to undress him. He kissed and licked at your neck while you felt your way through unbuttoning his top. Fuck, his skin was so smooth and warm; He pressed you closer, teeth bit into your collar bone before dragging his tongue over the marks he left.

You kissed your way down Val’s body. At his chest you lingered, leaving tiny red marks on the trail to his V-line. Valentino’s head lolled back on the couch as you unzipped his cock with all of its dark hair. You put it in your hand, running your thumb over the leaking tip. He swore under his breath as you pumped him slowly, up and down up and down.

The warmth of your tongue dragged along his thick shaft. Your stomach gets a sharp squirm to it, same as your cunt. It’s hard to tell because of the drugs or how sexy Val looks with his legs wide open and his cock needy for your touch. Looking up at him, you’ve never wanted anything more in your life.

His breath hitched when you took him in your mouth. Your tongue twists and swirls around his cock, savoring the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. To try to calm that darling pain between your legs you rubbed your thighs together, but that didn’t help. All it served to do was make your cunt needier. You push his member deeper and deeper into your mouth; You moan into his sex, making him squeeze the palmful of hair he had in his hand tighter.

“You’re so good, Carino.” He says, breathless. You start to suck him faster, blowing and kissing and licking. Val kept sprinkling compliments throughout. It felt so good to be praised by him; All of those sweet things he’d save for everyone else, but never you. You’re so good, you’re so sexy, you take me so well, you’re so pretty, you make me so hard.

“‘M close.” He grabs your hair again, pulling your face in. Feeling devious, you pulled away, savoring the flustered look on his face. Val is huffing, fucked out, and dazed out of his goddamn mind on X.

“You can stand to wait a little longer Valcito~” You nip at the inside of one of his thighs, making his voice hitch into a falsetto. You dragged the tips of your fingers up to his sensitive stomach, mouth leaving a hard bite outline near his ribs. Tracing him was so wonderful, feeling all of those hard edges give into softness. Nursing on his neck, your thumb and forefinger followed his neck muscle and collarbone, dipping into their crevices.

“Valcito~” Your breath was hot against his neck. He mumbled something under his breath and tried to slip his hand into your panties. You caught his wrist and pushed it away, biting hard on his collarbone. You can wait.

Again your mouth found its way south, the want in your cunt becoming more and more painful. You took him in your mouth again, your saliva getting thick and syrupy. Val seized the opportunity and shoved your head down on his cock, chasing the release you denied him. Your teeth grazed his member before pulling away again. Val whined, his eyes pleading. A dark smile grew on your face before you took him again.

He let out a sharp breath and pressed his hands onto your scalp. You went faster, letting the flat of your tongue trace the vein on the underside of his cock. It was fun playing with him like this, having a little control with him for once. Val’s hands tensed in your hair when he warned you he was going to cum.

When he came he wailed, filling your mouth with his salty taste. Looking up at him, you opened your mouth. Val’s thumb traced your bottom lip, admiring his work.

“You look so good like this, Carino.” He huffed.

Pushing yourself from your knees you kissed Val, his seed still in your mouth. That’s all that took to make him go feral. He pulled you to his lap and laid you down, wrapping your legs around him. Without taking his mouth off yours he took his top off, ramming into your needy sex.

Fuck, Val was bigger than you thought he was. His pace was hard and fast, making you scratch your nails into his back. Your kiss tasted like everything good in the world- cum and grapefruit and cigarettes and cotton candy and euphoria. Both of you swallowed, pulling your faces away to catch your breaths. God, you were so wet, Val’s cock slipped in and out of you so easily and it felt so goddamn good. Better than any finger or cock or toy and it made you squeeze him tighter.

You pressed your forehead to his neck, mumbling nonsense. “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” Val spat on his fingers and slipped his hands between the two of you. You didn’t know what he was going to do until you felt his wet fingers graze your clit. He got rougher with it once he found it, making you squeal and cum on him.

That didn’t stop Val though, and god did it feel good. He kept fucking you through your release, making you cum another two times. Your legs felt like jelly, body weak and weightless. The X was releasing its last wave of chemical joy as he fucked you, pleasure rippling inside of you. He came inside you, making you sob into his neck. Val pressed you closer to him, whispering in your ear as you felt your release drip out of your cunt.

“You’re so good baby, so good and pretty.” Pleasepleasepleaseplease, say the magic words.

“I love you, you’re my perfect girl, my pretty baby.” You came again.

His thrusts got sloppier and you could tell he was gonna cum again. “Please, please, please, let me be your favorite, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I’ll be good.” You whimpered.

The anticipation of an orgasm built up, shivering and needy. Val grazed your face and kissed you, “Oh you’re my favorite, baby. My little sullen girl~” He held you closer, savoring the way you squirmed when you came together.

When he was done he stayed inside you. Val pressed his head on the couch beneath you. You traced the scratches you left on his back, feeling your high from the X begin to ebb. Your breath felt so heavy and your mind so fuzzy. That all didn’t matter though, Val wanted you now. He’d been inside you, kissed you, felt you, squeezed you, and couldn’t get enough. He wanted you. So what if it was only for the moment, so what if this meant you could disappoint him, so what if you’re only a place-holder until someone better comes. You’re the favorite.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fanfiction requests #valentino #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino x reader #valentino x you #hazbin hotel imagine #the vees

[sunraies]

Happy and High

Warnings- 18+, drug use, underage drinking, driving under the influence, swears.

Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader

Chilling at the boneyard, at the end of the party. Happy and high, talking with your friends about a conspiracy theory Kelce heard while wrapped in your boyfriend's arms.

Poorly written Rafe fluff. Established relationship. Not canon at all.

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The waves crashed gently, stars shone brightly as the fire burned low, having burned down from a big bonfire that lit up most of the beach to a small campfire in which the group huddled around. 

The party had slowly come to an end, people going home for their curfews or finding places away from the main party to hook up. 

Solo cups were scattered along the beach with empty kegs laying toppled over. It was surprisingly clean for a boneyard party. No blood stained the sand. 

For once the Kooks and Pogues had a decent night, enjoying the boneyard how it was meant to be. A place to party away from any form of authority, somewhere to be young, wild and free. 

For the youth of Outerbanks, this was paradise on earth. Music played loudly with booze and drugs in endless supply under fire lit hidden haven. 

You sat on the sand snuggled in your boyfriend's hoodie, engulfed in his smell and cologne. Your back was warmed by his t-shirt covered torso. His arms wrapped around you while you played with his ringed finger, with his chin resting gently on your shoulder.

"Warm enough, babe?" Rafe whispered in your ear as he squeezed you affectionately. 

You nodded, resting your head back to his shoulder, earning a kiss on the cheek. He smelt of beer, weed, and a smell that was distinctly Rafe under the expensive cologne he always wore. 

Although it was the middle of summer and the air was warm, Rafe always worried about you being cold with the evening ocean breeze. Not that you ever complained, any chance to be bundled in him, you took. 

"I'm telling you, man. Microchips!" Kelce pointed at Topper, solo cup in hand and joint hanging out of his lips as he spoke. 

"The government isn't going to suddenly bug our brains" Topper replied as his arm layed over Sarah's shoulders. 

"No, no. Listen, listen, listen" Kelce held up his hands, gaining the whole group's attention "Not bugging or washing. Nah, none of that shit- "

"Hey, Kel. 3 Ps" You cut him off holding your hand out for the joint, having watched Kelce already waste some. He knew the rules of Puff Puff Pass. 

He just grunted and passed it over before continuing his rant. 

"Anyway, none of that. We buy Microchips with any shit we want on it. Like downloading Google!" He pointed to his temple "to our brains!" 

Kelce leant back like he had blown everyone's mind before laughter followed. 

Rafe took a drag as you held it up to his lips before taking a hit yourself. A comfortable silence fell before Topper spoke up.

"So we would be like robots?" He frowned looking down from his star grazing, having been deep in thought. 

"Yeah, yeah like robots, fucking A.Is" Kelce grinned, coming out of his grump of being laughed at. 

"Don't encourage him, man" Rafe groaned, burying his face in your neck. His best friends were dumbasses.

All he wanted to do, even before the night began was take you back to his empty house, eat pizza and fuck you with no one around. 

His dad and Rose were away at the summer house for the weekend, Wheeze was at a sleepover and Sarah would hopefully piss off to Topper's. It was a perfect weekend for just being with you.

But you had wanted to go to the boneyard as soon as Sarah said about Chase (a guy with good music taste) being on the aux and with Chase as DJ, the boneyard was always popping. 

You wanted a night of dancing, getting drunk and high and what Rafe's girl wanted, his girl got. 

"So like you'd immediately know how to do anything uploaded?" You asked as Rafe groaned again. You hit his arm gently and gained a kiss on the neck. 

"Yes, Yes! Exactly!" Kelce's grin widened "I knew I liked your brain!" 

"Alright, so if you could know anything right away," Sarah joined in as she cuddled into Topper's side more "What would the first thing you learn be?"

"Languages," Rafe sat up straighter "I'd totally bagsy languages" 

"Like all languages?" 

"Of course. Understand and speak to anyone in the world! No brainer. It be tight" 

"You already know French and Spanish" 

"Right but with the chip, I'd know them all" 

Sarah shrugged in response as Rafe grumbled in your ear about being questioned. 

"It's ok, baby. Languages are sexy" you whispered which brought a smile to his face and French being whispered in your ear 

"I want to fuck you" 

"Smooth, love, real smooth" you laughed, sitting up more as you rolled your eyes at him. 

"I'd want parkour skills" You announced earning a few raised eyebrows "Who wouldn't want parkour. Imagine running and jumping to anywhere you liked! Get to places so quickly" 

"Parkour isn't a superpower, baby," Rafe laughed. "You wouldn't gain super speed to run places" 

Everyone nodded and laughed while you slumped back into him "Shut up, language boy" you grumbled light heartedly. 

"Nice come back" 

"Nice come back"  

"Real mature. Don't be like that" 

"Real mature. Don't be like that" 

He scoffed at you mimicking and you copied. 

After a moment of mocking each other, Rafe shut it down with a heated kiss. The others ignored it with it being a regular occurrence. 

"Medical" Topper said, nodding his head like it was the best idea in the world. 

"Medical?" 

"Yeah? Knowing everything medical" 

"Like a brain surgeon?"

"Totally, being as smart as a brain surgeon would be lit" 

"Seems like a lot of pressure. Everyone would come to you" 

"Oh, shit….nah….I'd want Mega shot skill!" 

"Top, what the fuck is mega shot skill?!" 

"You know, like, always being able to score a goal! Never missing a shot" 

"So the ultimate sports player. Calculating accuracy shit?" 

Topper pointed at Kelce and nodded "right, right!" 

"But the chip doesn't give you superpowers" you reminded them as Rafe chuckled. 

"You'd have this while still in your body. Mate that's shit, it would only work if you were already a pro. Not some stick playing beach soccer or volleyball" 

Everyone again laughed at a poor dishearten Topper before Kelce said cooking which no one could find fault with. After picking at Rafe's language choice for being boring and hearing yours and Top's ideas, no one could discredit Kelce's. 

After a while your eyes began to droop as Rafe played with your hair. Topper and Kelce shared the last joint when Sarah finally said her idea.

"Photographer memory" 

She got the response of a bunch of frowns followed by groans.

"Shit, you win"

"How did none of us think of that?" 

"You'd know everything just by looking at how to" 

"How long did that take you to think of?" 

Sarah shrugged with a smug look, she'd won the game, that wasn't a game in the first place but being high and happy, you all let her have her victory. 

"Can we have pizza now?" You said softly to Rafe, curled into him more having been in your own world for a little while. 

"Of course, pretty girl" He smiled down at you "Let's get you home" 

He kissed your forehead before standing up and helping you, brushing the sand off your butt and cheekily pinching it. You squealed and laughed as he pulled you into his side. 

"Pizza?" Kelce asked "I'd be up for pizza" He'd been laying on his back but was clearly still with it enough to hear you. 

Rafe groaned "No, fuck off" 

Kelce pouted "I want pizza too"

"Actually pizza sounds real good right now" Sarah smiled and Topper nodded happily 

Rafe ran his hand down his face "Go to fucking Top's and get pizza then"

He was honestly losing patience, his hopes of the weekend he had planned were back when you asked for pizza. It's all he wanted now. To be rid of these losers and just have you. 

"It's my house too," Sarah protested, folding her arms. Rafe looked up to the sky.

"Kick them out after pizza" you suggested, not wanting this night to end in a Cameron sibling agrument. It'd been nice have your closet friend and boyfriend in the same space, not fighting for once.

Rafe took a few more minutes before looking down at you and nodding "fine" He sighed "Alright! Fine!" 

That's how you all ended up in Rafe's truck, you and Sarah blaring music and singing along. Topper laughing at Kelce as he hung out the window. While Rafe raised his hand on your leg as he drove, praying that pizza wouldn't make everyone stay the night. 

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #rafe x y/n #outer banks rafe #outerbanks fic

[earthtoharlow]

Favorite Almost

3) the part where your heart is broken

Jack Harlow x Reader

a three part series

As the weekend approached, Jack approached you with an unexpected offer. “Hey, I know this is last minute but my DJ got sick and I could really use your help at my concert this weekend in Vegas. Would you be up for it?”

Your heart leaped with excitement at the thought of accompanying Jack to his show. You couldn’t resist the opportunity to be by his side as he performed.

With a grin you nodded eagerly. “Hell yeah! I’m down!”

As you traveled with Jack, excitement was coursing through your veins. Watching Jack do what he loved filled you with pride, and you couldn’t help but marvel at his talent and dedication.

The crowd cheered loudly as you finished your set. Jack pulled you aside, his eyes filled with admiration. “You were amazing out there,” he said, his voice tinged with genuine pride. “I’m so proud of you.”

His praise meant more to you than he could ever know, and in that moment, you felt a deeper connection to him than ever before.

Jack leaned in to kiss your forehead, a rush of emotions washed over you. The tender gesture filled you with desire to hold onto this moment forever wishing you could tell him how you felt.

***

Your heart swelled with affection as you gazed into Jack’s eyes, fingers tracing gentle patterns across his chest.

“You mean so much to me.” he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. “I never want to lose you”

A pang of longing pierced your heart as you listened, the urge to confess your growing feelings threatened to spill from your lips. But as you opened your mouth to speak your courage faltered and you swallowed back the words, masking your emotions with a forced smile.

Your voice barely above a whisper “You mean a lot to me too, Jack. More than you’ll ever know.”

As those words left your lips, a hollow ache settled in your chest. Deep down you knew that Jack’s declarations were little more than fleeting whispers, empty promises that crumbled like dust at the first sign of adversity.

And yet, despite the overwhelming sense of doubt that clouded your mind, you couldn’t help but wish that Jack meant every word he said. That he saw you not just as a temporary distraction and a warm body, but as someone worthy of his love and affection.

You couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness as Jack wrapped his arms around you as he went to sleep. In that fleeting moment, you wished for nothing more than to tell Jack just how deeply you had fallen for him.

***

As the loud music filled the air, Jack couldn’t tear his eyes away from you as you danced with another guy across the crowded club. Despite the fact this relationship was casual, a surge of jealousy gnawed at him. Twisting his insides with an unsettling mix of possessiveness and longing.

Every move you made with the other guy felt like a dagger to Jack’s heart, igniting a fierce sense of protectiveness over you. He couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that washed over him. Jack felt a strong urge to reclaim your attention. To assert his presence in your world.

As Jack continued to watch you two sway to the music, a storm of emotions raged within Jack’s mind. Insecurity mingled with desire, jealousy intertwined with longing, creating a tangled web of conflicting feelings that threatened to consume him.

Unable to bear the sight any longer, Jack made his way through the throngs of partygoers, his steps fueled by a sense of urgency he couldn’t ignore. The distance between you seemed to stretch infinitely, driving him to the brink of desperation.

Finally reaching your side, Jack couldn’t suppress the surge of relief that washed over him. Without a word, he gently pulled you away from the other guy, his touch possessive yet tender as he wrapped his arms around you.

Before you could question him, Jack pulled you closer and swayed to the music. Jack felt a sense of triumph wash over him. You were his, and his alone. It didn’t matter how many women he spoke to. You were his favorite.

***

CURRENT DAY

Rain continued to fall outside as you felt like your heart was being drowned in a storm of your emotions. Sitting across from Jack you had mustered up the courage to tell him how you really felt, as you were leaving in 2 weeks. You were met with a response colder than the rain hitting the pavement.

Jack’s hurtful response pierced the silence like a lightning bolt. “Falling in love was never part of the deal.”

Your heart shattered into million pieces at his words. You were shocked at how heartless he sounded. “I never signed up for this!” Jack’s words, harsh and unforgiving. The pain of his rejection cut deeper than any knife, leaving you feeling raw and exposed.

“You’re just kidding, right?” You whispered, your voice trembling with disbelief. “After everything we’ve been through, you’re telling me you don’t feel anything for me?”

Jack’s expression was stoic, his eyes betraying no hint of remorse as he delivered another blow. “I’m sorry, but it’s the truth. I don’t have feelings for you. I never did, and never will.”

“You’re lying,” you cried, voice cracking with anguish. “All those moments we shared, all the times you told me you cared about me… They meant nothing to you?”

He remained unmoved, as he spoke again. “You were just a temporary distraction, Nothing more.”

You recoiled as if struck, the venom in his words poisoning your soul with each syllable. How could he be so heartless, so indifferent to the love you had shared? Anger bubbled within you, fueling the fire of betrayal that raged in your heart.

“You’re a coward,” you spat, voice dripping with as much venom as you could. “Leading me on like this, pretending to care about me when all along you were just playing games. How could you do this to me?”

Jack’s gaze devoid of any empathy as he delivered the final blow. “You knew what this was from the beginning. I don’t have time for this emotional baggage.”

Lightning flashed through the house as Jack continued spewing out hurtful insults. Jack stared at you watching as you tried to control your emotions in front of him. For the first time since he arrived, Jack finally looked regretful. But it was too late for that now.

“Are you done?” You asked with a shaky voice. You wanted him gone, not even able to look at him any longer.

All Jack could do was nod as he walked out the door. When you heard the door shut you began to cry harder. You would never be able to forget the hurtful words Jack spoke, nor the sweet moments you shared together that were now tarnished by his words.

You walked down the hallway towards the guest bedroom where you had been staying all summer and started frantically packing your clothes. You needed to get out of Kentucky. Desperate to escape the pain and the memories that were beginning to hunt you.

With a heavy heart, you texted Cassie apologizing for leaving without properly saying goodbye. Telling her that you would explain everything when you arrived back home.

You caught the first flight out of Louisville. As you got settled in your seat on the plane you looked out the window in thought wondering how you were going to get over Jack. You had the time of your life this summer. Now you felt lost and confused.

You knew that deep down you would eventually find a way to move on. You refused to be consumed by a love that was never meant to last, no matter how much it hurt to let go.

***

ONE YEAR LATER

“You look so happy.” Cassie said, pulling away from the tight hug she had you in.

And you were happy. After leaving Kentucky you went back home and put all your effort into your career as a DJ. A year later you found yourself in a better place. You were doing multiple events every month, and making connections with tons of industry professionals. You had invited Cassie to a Spotify event where you were playing for a couple hours.

As you were about to ask Cassie if she wanted you to grab her a drink. Her eyes widened, spotting something or someone behind you. “What are you looking at—“

“Wait, don’t look!”

It was too late as you had already turned around and there he was. Jack Harlow. You hadn’t thought about him in months. His presence stirred up a whirlwind of emotions within you, but you remained composed.

You always thought that if you ever saw him again that old feelings would come back but you felt a sense of detachment wash over you as you looked at Jack. Realizing that you no longer held any romantic feelings for him.

“Hey.” Jack said as he walked towards you, a hint of regret in his eyes. “It’s been so long. I’ve missed you.”

“I wish I could say the same.” You told him calmly but before Jack could respond you felt a hand on the small of your back and a soft kiss to your forehead. “Hey baby!” Your boyfriend’s presence was comforting and reassuring.

“Is everything okay here?” he asked, casting a protective glance at you.

You smiled gratefully at him, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over you. “Everything’s fine,” you assured him, your gaze lingering on Jack. “I was just saying bye to an old friend.”

Jack nodded at you both before tucking his tail and walking away disappointed. You couldn’t help but wonder what you ever saw in him. Jack would always be your favorite almost, but as you leaned into your boyfriend’s embrace you knew that you finally found the happiness and closure you had been seeking for.

***

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Fight The Feeling- Part 14 Long Way From A Wife And Kids

Summary- Right before New York Fashion week, Jack's song Mockingbird Valley gets released, which includes a line that you don't take in the way Jack meant it.

You and Jack had flown into New York on Thursday night, about a week and a half after the Grammy Awards. Jack was featured on a song with DJ Drama, “Mockingbird Valley” that was coming out shortly after you landed. You tried to stay awake with Jack but ended up falling asleep about 30 minutes before the song came out. Sure, Jack could have just played the song, but you wanted to be surprised. And when you listened to the song the next day, you certainly were, but not in a good way.

You woke up to several texts about Jack’s song, or more specifically a specific line in the song. At first, you thought everyone was overreacting, so you ignored it. It wasn’t until later in the day when Jack was in the shower that you had a moment to listen to the song. 

“Long way from a wife and kids”

You were pissed yet you didn’t know how to feel at the same time. You wanted to be rational and have a conversation with Jack about the line, but your emotions got the best of you. 

You and Jack had plans to get lunch before going to watch a Chanel runway show. You were already ready as Jack walked out of the bathroom pretty much ready except for throwing on a hoodie. You didn’t acknowledge Jack as he walked into the bedroom which was unlike you.

“Everything okay?” Jack asked, walking over to the bed.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” You said and Jack sighed softly.

“Okay, what did I do?” Jack asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Does “long way from a wife and kids” sound familiar?” You asked sarcastically.

“I can explain.”

“I don’t want your bullshit explanation, Jack. I thought you were taking this seriously and wanted to be with me but you lied to me. You’re making me look like an idiot by being with someone who doesn’t want to be with me. Worse than that, you’re saying you don’t want to have a kid with me when I am currently pregnant with your baby.” 

“It’s not like that. I didn’t mean it in that way. Just give me a chance to explain,” Jack started but you interrupted him.

“Don’t make it worse. Let’s just pretend to love each other, go to lunch and the Chanel show then we can come back to the hotel and you can go back to not wanting to be with me.” Jack sighed, but he knew better than to argue more. 

You were hurt and you felt lied to. Jack knew you needed to get through your initial reaction to the lyrics first, then he knew he could explain and make things right. Plus, it would be easier to do at home anyway.

“I’m going to explain when we get home, and I promise it will make sense,” Jack said and all you did was ignore him, getting up from the bed, grabbing your bag, and walking out the door. Jack sighed before following you.

The city was already filled with paparazzi, but since you were staying in a hotel where several other celebrities were also staying, your building was surrounded. Jack walked in front of you, shielding you from the paparazzi, holding your hand so you didn’t lose each other. Once you got to the car, Jack let you get in first, and as soon as the door was closed you dropped Jack’s hand.

Urban ended up meeting you and Jack for lunch. When you went to the bathroom Urban decided to ask Jack how you reacted to his song.

“So I take it she’s not upset? She’s acting fine.” Urban said and Jack shook his head.

“Oh no, she’s pissed. She yelled at me in the hotel before we left. She’s only acting like she’s not angry since we’re in public.” You, Jack, and Urban were in the corner of the restaurant where you could be seen, but you weren’t close enough to anyone else so they couldn’t hear you.

“Even after you explained?”

“No, she won’t let me explain.

“Dude. You know as soon as you explain it everything will be fine.”

“She won’t let me. I’m just going to let her be pissed at me until we get home, then I’ll explain.”

“I mean if you think that’s what’s right, but I don’t,” Urban said before Jack nodded his head, signaling that you were coming back. Urban changed the subject.

“I’m ready whenever you two are,” You said, Jack had already paid so the three of you left and made your way to the Chanel show. 

Watching the show was uneventful. It was nice to not think about the situation with Jack for a short time. Even if you wanted to shrug off his arm that was around your shoulders the whole time. 

Once you and Jack returned to the hotel, you immediately got ready for bed, almost completely ignoring Jack until you were getting in bed. Jack had gotten ready for bed at the same time, already lying in bed.

“Goodnight,” You said as you turned away from Jack.

“Goodnight,” Jack said, sighing softly.

The next morning was spent trying to ignore Jack and for the first time, Jack let you. You were walking in one of the two runway shows you were in that night and Jack didn’t want to make you more upset so he left you alone.

You had to be at the venue early in the afternoon to get your hair and makeup done, so Jack decided to meet you there a little later. As soon as you left, Jack placed an order for dinner from the pizza place you ate from the night you met, which happened to become your favorite pizza place in New York.

On his way to the venue, Jack made sure to stop by a local florist where he had ordered you a bouquet of flowers a week prior. 

As soon as he walked into the venue, he showed his credentials to be allowed backstage, asking to be led to your private dressing room. Not many models received private dressing rooms, but you would occasionally still experience morning sickness as a side effect of your pregnancy so it was something you asked for before you agreed to do the show. Luckily the venue was able to accommodate and the brand agreed to your request. 

Jack knocked softly on the door.

“Come in.” You called out, looking into the mirror that was in front of you so you could see who walked in. You sighed softly when you saw Jack walk in, closing the door behind him.

“Hi. I’ll leave you alone after this if you want, but I wanted to give you these.” Jack said, handing out the bouquet so you could take it. “They aren’t apology flowers or anything. They are just simply I’m proud of you flowers. Even though I’m sure you hate me right now, and I don’t blame you, I wanted you to know that I’m extremely proud of you. I’m saving the I’m sorry for when we get home.”

“Thank you.” You smiled softly as you took the flowers. “I also don’t hate you, I could never. I’m mad at you, but I don’t hate you. You can stay in here, I already double-checked that your seat was reserved.” Jack nodded as he sat down.

“Oh, and I might have ordered pizza from our favorite place that will be delivered to the hotel right about when we get back.” 

“That is the best thing you could have done.”

“Ordering pizza?” Jack asked and you nodded.

“Yes, I have been craving that pizza since the last time I was in New York.”

You and Jack sat in your dressing room making small talk. You were still mad at him, but it was less awkward to ignore it for now than to sit in silence. Jack went out to his seat when you were getting your hair and makeup touched up. 

Jack watched as you walked down the runway two separate times, cheering a little louder for you than he cheered for anyone else. Unlike when he surprised you in Paris, he didn’t have to hide his support for you, so he didn’t.

Your second show the next day and the rest of your trip went very similar. Slightly awkward, neither of you wanted to address the lyrics or the fact that you were mad at Jack, but you also couldn’t act like you weren’t.

When you landed back home from New York it was late at night so you and Jack went to your apartments. You wanted a little time alone to think about everything and even if it didn’t help you figure out the situation, you did feel better after. 

The next day you had a doctor’s appointment which Jack came to. When he dropped you off at your apartment, he walked you to your door.

“Um, can I come in and maybe explain everything?” Jack asked nervously, one of his hands playing with something that was in his pocket.

“Yeah,” You said hesitantly, you weren’t sure if you were ready to talk about the lyric, but you wanted to get it over with. Jack followed you into your apartment, both of you sitting on the couch.

“I know you probably want to yell at me, and I don’t blame you, but can I explain first, and then if you still want to yell at me you can?” Jack asked and you nodded.

“Yes, you can explain first.”

“I wrote the line ‘long way from a wife and kids’ after we broke up but before I found out about the baby. It wasn’t meant to be a dig at you or saying that I never wanted to marry you. It was coming from a place of I knew how much I hurt you and how upset that made me. I fucked up our relationship so badly and I knew that it was going to take me a while to get over losing you. I wasn’t going to be ready to marry or have kids with anyone for awhile. I didn’t know if I would ever want to marry or have kids with someone other than you.” Jack explained. 

“Jack,” You started but he cut you off.

“I’m not done yet. I did want to marry you. I planned on it. This isn’t a proposal, but I even got you a ring.” Jack said, pulling the ring box out of his pocket. He opened it before he handed it to you. “I had the ring for a little while, I just didn’t know how I wanted to propose so I never got a chance to. I still do want to marry you, I never stopped wanting to marry you and one day I think I will get to marry you. I want you to have this ring because when I do get to propose, I don’t want to do it with the same ring I bought you before I cheated on you. I did buy it for you though. I don’t have to propose to give you a ring”

You didn’t say anything, you weren’t sure what you wanted to say.

“You don’t have to tell me how you feel right now.” Jack told you.

“Can I have some time to think? I don’t know what to say.”

“Of course. Do you want me to leave so you can have some time alone?” Jack asked and you nodded. “Okay, let me know when you’re ready to talk. If you need anything, call me okay?” You nodded before Jack left your apartment.

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[filthyjoetini]

whats UP ive got a request, are you ready? so, it's game night and you play the newly wed game and you and joe SUCK balls at it, it's like you don't even KNOW each other (food for lots of bickering on the way home) but then, at home, joe's like, "let me show you how well i know you" 😏😏😏 turns out, your friends were just asking you the wrong questions heheheheh

Quit Playing Games (With My Heart)

a/n: Thank you so much for your request, babe! I had a field trip with this one....and it took me ages because things happened (saw the lad irl, didn't help...like AT ALL, then work and life and everything happened at once). The usual big thank you goes out to my bby @barfightzanddiscolightz. You da best! (music! DJ Khaled!)

warnings: embarrassment, smut (minors DNI), a pinch of drama (wouldn't be one of my stories if there weren't any drama)

wordcount: 3.7k

Restless in your seat, your irritation intensified by the minute. It was your monthly game night with the two other couples Joe and you had known for years. The newlyweds Amy and Rory, who had nailed the game at their wedding, were the masterminds behind tonight’s entertainment: The Newlywed Game. They were killing it; it was almost corny. Adam and Ethan, the second couple who had been inseparable since secondary school, were also acing it. Their smug grins made your stomach churn. But Joe and you? God. You were awful at it. The contrast between your faltering answers and the other couples‘ flawless performances couldn‘t have been more evident. Game night had never seemed so high-stakes before.

Joe and you were sat across from each other as you faced your relentless gamemaster Ethan. You were five out of 20 questions into the game, which meant each of you would be asked ten. However, the scoreboard was anything but in your favour, you had only managed to get two answers right whilst Joe had gotten none. Incredulously, you stared at him letting out a humourless chuckle, as he got yet another answer wrong. You still had 14 questions in total to go, and the odds seemed increasingly stacked against you.

“Incorrect…again.”, Ethan muttered with a frown on his face. His eyes, which held nothing but compassion and confusion, were set on you.

What the hell was going on? Joe and you had been together for four years and you knew each other inside and out… or so you thought.

“Babe…”, you groaned slightly, staring at him with wide eyes and downturned lips.

“What?”, Joe asked you, mirroring your stare, opening his eyes even wider than yours. His lips, however, were set in a broad grin.

You didn’t answer him verbally but just kept staring at him in disbelief.

“What?”, his smile faltered, and an irritated expression took its place. Before he continued, he took a swig of his beer. “How am I supposed to know what superpower you want to have? We’ve never spoken about this.”

“Yes, we have…”, you started to argue back when Ethan quickly asked the next question.

“This one’s for you.”, he said, pointing in your direction. “What thing/ability/possession of yours would Joe like to have for himself.”

Fuck. This was hard. Joe had everything he could ask for in a materialistic and financial sense, so maybe an ability. You thought long and hard, trying to ignore the whispers from Rory, Amy, and Adam who were sat directly behind Joe. You finally wrote down the answer on one of the notecards you had been provided with.

My ability to say “no”.

Joe couldn’t say no if his life depended on it, which made it very easy for you to get your way. This is how you had ended up with a booking.com account full of planned city trips.

Slowly, you slid your notecard over to Ethan, who picked it up to read the question out loud again.

“The question was “What thing/ability/possession of yours would Joe like to have for himself.” and you said: “My ability to say “no.” … Joe’s answer is: “Your magnificent boyfriend.” … I’m so sorry, zero points again.”

You clenched your jaw tightly, trying hard not to let your irritation show even further. Your magnificent boyfriend? What kind of stupid answer is that? Yeah, Joe is a very decent and loving boyfriend but what makes him think he’s that magnificent? Everyone has flaws! You would have to have a word with him when you got home. This was getting really fucking embarrassing.

Rory, Amy, and Adam were now sniggering behind Joe, as he giggled at the wrong answer, totally oblivious to your growing annoyance.

“Next question.” Ethan announced with a chuckle of his own. Great, you had now totally become the joke of the night. You could bet your reputation as the game night’s laughingstock was secure for the next month until the next gathering.

“Joe.”

“Hi!”

“The question is: What’s her favourite yogurt topping?”

Joe grinned, quickly scribbled down his answer, and shoved it into Ethan’s hand before he picked up his pint of beer and took a huge gulp of it. Good. He had to know this. You ate yogurt every morning and one topping was always on it. Sometimes even he would make you your bowl of yogurt and he always topped it off with it. It was honey.

Ethan cleared his throat and repeated the question and then revealed the responses:

“Joe, you wrote down “Smarties” … and her answer is “Honey” … NIL POINTS! AGAIN!”

SMARTIES?! Who the hell puts Smarties on their yogurt? Does he think I’m a child? You were fuming inside and let out a frustrated huff through your nose, glaring daggers at Joe.

Grabbing your white wine spritzer, you tried to drown out your exasperation, but Amy, Rory, Adam, and Ethan were now fully laughing, and to your bewilderment Joe was too. You swallowed down the scream you wanted to let out along with your beverage and inhaled deeply. 12 more questions to go. You could do this. Also, you were both slightly tipsy and it was just a stupid game. No need to get all upset about it. You tried to persuade yourself but deep down, it bothered you to no end.

---

Joe and you had lost game night. In the end you had gotten six out of ten points and Joe had managed to get one answer right. He had been pretty proud of himself for it. Even took a victory lap and placed a sloppy kiss to your lips.

With your arms crossed tightly, you strode a few steps ahead of Joe, practically marching towards the tube station. It wasn‘t anger driving you forward, but rather embarrassment.

“Baby. Slow down!”, he shouted after you, but you didn’t oblige and just kept walking. Once you had made it to the entrance of the tube station, you opted for the stairs instead of the escalator and took two steps at the time.

“Babe. Please wait up!”

At the foot of the stairs, you came to a sudden stop. Joe almost bumped into you with full force but was able to catch himself by holding onto your shoulders.

You shrugged off his hands instantly and slowly turned to face him.

“What the fuck was that, Joe?”

“What was what?”, he questioned, confusion evident on his face.

“Your answers!”, you replied, letting out a frustrated sigh. “They were all wrong!”

“Untrue, I got one right— Ow!”

You slapped his shoulder, hard.

“Christ, babe. No need for violence.”, he pouted, rubbing his shoulder excessively. You were still standing at the foot of the stairs as people passed you to the left and right.

“We’ve talked about most of those things before. I can’t believe you got them all wrong. It’s like you don’t even know me!”, you explained, voicing your frustration. “It was really fucking embarrassing.”

“Oh baby.”, Joe cooed, wrapping his arms around you, gently pressing you against his broad chest. “It’s just a stupid game. I was obviously not taking it seriously and I’m rather squiffed, which, I know isn’t an excuse, but I know you don’t put smarties on your yogurt.”

With your face squished against his pecs, you let out a soft snort.

“That’s the answer you’re going to rectify? There were other answers that were way worse. Also, I don’t know if you noticed but I took the game seriously.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.”, he apologised, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Come on, let’s get going, our train’s due in a couple of minutes.”

With his arm around your shoulders, Joe led you away from the stairs towards the platform.

Just as you rounded the corner, your train was approaching with as much ruckus as it could cause. That’s just the Northern Line, always noisy.

“…still.”, you stated over the noise with a pout which made Joe hum out a short “hmm?“ and looked down at you.

He let out an exaggerated gasp when he saw your face, lowered his lips to your ear and spoke in a low growl: “When we’re home, I’m gonna show you how well I know you. I promise.”

---

As soon as you both had kicked off your shoes, and the door to your flat had fallen shut behind you, Joe pressed you against the wall, peppering your neck and mostly the spot beneath your ear with needy kisses. Each nip on your skin elicited a soft moan from you which he reciprocated with a groan of his own.

“Fuck!”, he groaned against your skin. “I need you. Right now!”

“Then take me.”, you teased him, breathing hard.

You didn’t need to tell him twice. Joe hoisted you up and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. As quickly as he could, he carried you over to your bedroom and kicked the door open, throwing you onto the bed. The springs in your mattress creaked almost comically which made you giggle softly.

Pushing yourself up on your shoulders, you looked up at Joe who was staring down at you hungrily. His eyes were glossed over with want, and you could see that he was undressing you mentally by the way they were roaming your body.

You gave him a nod, accompanied by a sly smirk which was enough to make him move towards you.

You quickly unbuttoned your trousers and pushed them down your legs whilst Joe removed his polo shirt which he ungracefully threw behind him on the floor. Joe noticed that your trousers were stuck at your ankles and moved to pry them off with skilful hands. He then glided his hands up along your legs to your hips and pinched you there which made you yelp in return. Moving his hands up further, he pushed your top up over your stomach and pressed nibbling kisses along it. Leaning back, he motioned for you to hold up your arms so he could remove the garment from your body completely.

You were now dressed only in your underwear whilst he was still wearing his ill-fitting blue jeans.

“Do you need help with them?”, you questioned him fervently nodding at his jeans. He responded by sucking his lower lip into his mouth and a curt nod. You grinned wickedly and shook your head before you got up on your knees and swiftly undid the button, yanking down the jeans over his hips and bum.

The evidence of how much he wanted you was clearly visible and restrained inside his boxer briefs which made you bite your lower lip in anticipation.

Bending forward a bit, you pushed the jeans further down his thighs and over his knees until you came face to face with his hard-on. You cackled again and Joe wiggled out of his denims, deliberately pushing his groin into your cheek.

He grinned down at you and the predicament you found yourself in.

“Nu-uh. Not so fast.”, you chuckled, leaning back on your haunches again. “I’ll get to that later…eventually.”

With a widened grin, all Joe did, was raise an eyebrow at you. You both knew that you would definitely rather than eventually get to that later.

Joe then beckoned you to lay down on your back which you immediately did. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he began moving forward, slowly crawling towards you.

He was hovering above you, both hands on your hips with his fingers hooked in the waistband of your knickers.

“May I?”

“If you must.”

Rolling his eyes at your bratty answer and with a couple of yanks, he managed to get them off you.

“Those are always so hard to get off.”, he complained, dropping your knickers to the floor next to the bed. “Next time I’m just gonna rip them apart.”

“Don’t you dare, Joseph Quinn.”, you threatened with a glare.

“I won’t. Don’t worry.”, he chuckled, moving his head slowly towards yours to give you a soft peck on your lips. “Your bra on the other hand.”

“JOE!”

“I’m kidding. Please sit up.”

You pushed yourself up, wrapping your arms around Joe’s torso whilst he moved his hands to your back to unclasp your bra. Unwrapping your arms from around him, you shrugged off your bra which fell into your lap. Joe picked it up and haphazardly threw it onto the floor where it joined the rest of your clothes.

Joe wrapped one arm around you and lay you down on your back again. He eased his arm from around you and moved to sit on his haunches with his legs tucked beneath them, taking in your body in all your naked glory.

“You’re naked.”, he stated the obvious. It was now his turn to bite his lower lip.

“And you’re still in your pants.”, you responded with a smirk, getting ready to sit up again to help him remove his last item of clothing.

Tutting he pushed you back down again.

“I will get rid of them soon but first let me show you how well I know you. I promised, I would.”

Moving forward again, he placed his face in the crook of your neck and started pressing another round of kisses to it, this time the light nibbles turned into more forceful bites. He was kissing from behind your ear down to your shoulder where he sucked the skin into his mouth before trailing his lips to your clavicle where he bit down hard, surely leaving a bruise.

When he moved his lips to your right breast, he closed his mouth around your nipple and sucked hard, coaxing yet another moan from the depth of your throat. Letting go of your nipple with a pop, he kissed it once more before moving to the other one, giving it the exact same treatment.

In the meantime, one of Joe’s hands, which he had previously placed on your knee was currently wandering up your thigh between your legs where its fingers clearly felt how much you needed him whilst his other hand was holding yours in a firm grasp.

Joe removed his hand from between your legs and rubbed his fingers together. They were totally wet with your slick which made him grin against your left boob. Giving it one last open-mouthed kiss, he moved his mouth to your belly and dragged his tongue and teeth down the length of it, over your abdomen and your mound before eventually clamping it over your core.

He sucked and lapped at your lower lips and never neglecting your bundle of sensitive nerves as if he hadn’t eaten in days.

Your free hand came to rest on the crown of his head, grabbing a handful of his luscious curls in an iron grip.

“Joe…”, you whimpered, releasing the air from your lungs in shallow breaths. “Fingers. NOW!”

Joe nodded against your labia, his nose slowly dragging over it and swiftly inserted two whole fingers into your pussy which made you gasp out in pleasure. Slowly, he started to move his fingers with his mouth still hard at work.

With each pump of his fingers, you not so gently pulled at his hair, coaxing groans from his throat which made you clench your thighs around his head, holding him in position.

In no time, he had you on the brink of an orgasm and when the knot, that had formed inside your belly came loose, you let out a screaming moan.

He was guiding you through your orgasm and lapped up your juices when you finally came down from it. Trembling, you let go of his hair and pushed him from between your legs by his forehead, panting hard and covering your face with your now free hand. Looking at Joe from between your fingers, he chuckled at your actions and sat up again, licking his fingers clean, which turned your already flushed face a shade darker.

You closed your eyes, trying to get your breathing back to normal when you heard Joe letting out a small groan. Peeking through your fingers again, you saw him adjust himself inside his briefs with his very wet free hand.

Letting go of his other hand, which you almost squished to death during your orgasm, you eventually found the strength to push yourself up on your knees again. Now it was your turn to get him out of his fabric prison. Slowly you put your hands on the hem of his pants and pushed them down, letting his rock-hard cock spring free. You pushed them down even further to his thighs, which you tapped with your fingers to make him stand on his knees. When you couldn’t get them down his calves he grunted and yanked them off his legs himself.

As soon as his underwear was on the floor, you placed an eager kiss to his soft yet defined belly, before moving your lips to the tip of his penis, placing an equally eager one there before very gently grazing your teeth across it. He let out a shuddering breath that sounded like a “fuck”, which encouraged you to place your hand on his shaft and slowly pumping up and down whilst you took more of him into your mouth, bobbing your head in the same motion as your hand.

One of his hands moved to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair to hold onto you. Your ministrations to his dick elicited the most delicious moans from him. You loved making him moan like that. It’s like a reward and to return this reward you started to use your tongue which in turn made him moan even harder.

After a couple of minutes, he suddenly tugged on your hair a little too harsh which educed a small whimper from you. You let go of his dick with a filthy slurp and smiled up at him.

“I gotta…”, he panted, slowly pushing you on your arse.”…be inside you.”

Giggling, you let yourself fall back again, spreading your legs for him. He quickly positioned himself between them and pushed inside you with one swift move. You let out the longest and most obscene moan he had ever had the pleasure of getting out of you.

“That’s right.”, he smirked, leaning forward to capture your lips in a ravenous kiss.

“…don’t move yet.”, you whispered against his lips, slightly wiggling your bum and trying to adjust to him being inside of you. After a couple of heartbeats, you nodded at him, and he started to move in a hard but steady rhythm. Quickly, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him atop of you, dragging your fingernails across his back, leaving behind trails of reddened skin.

In response, one of Joe’s hands was placed on your hip, holding it in a vicelike grip which would leave fingerprint-like bruises behind, trying to steady you. With the other one, he was quick to use his skilful fingers yet again and had you on the verge of your second orgasm in no time. As his thumb was rubbing at your clit, your thighs started to spasm and your moans got even louder.

“Joe! Baby! I’m about to…”, you yelled, coming before you got the chance to finish your sentence. Your orgasm quickly triggered his and he was not far behind. With short grunts, you felt him come inside before, completely out of breath, he collapsed on top you, fully closing the small distance that was left before.

“Fuck.”, you panted, tightening your arms around him and placing soft kisses to his forehead.

“Yeah…fuck.”, he chuckled, kissing the skin of your sternum where he had decided to rest his head.

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Wrapped in your duvet and basking in the afterglow, Joe was placing delicate kisses along your arm and the back of your hand.

“Honey.”

“Huh?”, you questioned him. You were confused. He never called you honey. Darling sometimes. Usually, babe or baby. But never honey.

“Your favourite yogurt topping. It’s honey, specifically the dark blossom honey.”, he explained, placing a soft kiss to the heel of your hand, moving up to place another kiss to your thumb’s fingertip. “…and your ability to say “no” is what I’d like to have for myself. Because it would do me good to say no at least once…”, a kiss to the fingertip of your index finger, “…you are an early riser whilst I wouldn’t even hear the EAS alarm…”, a kiss to your middle finger’s tip, “…your childhood pet was a bunny named Scamper…”, a soft peck to your ring finger, “…your favourite film is Forrest Gump and it always makes you cry like a baby…”, and finally, a lingering kiss to your pinky,”…and your hidden talent is that you somehow manage to find a correlation between every fucking thing. It’s insane and I love it.”

He was correctly answering some of the questions from earlier, even with additional information. Of course, he knows you. Having doubted him made you feel really shitty now.

“…baby.”, you cooed at him, sitting up and taking his hand in yours. You kissed the back of his hand and eventually leaned in to place your mouth against his, kissing him hard. He instantly deepened it, moving his hand to your neck and pulled you in closer.

Out of breath, you pulled back a little, rubbing your nose against his. “I love you. I’m sorry I doubted you.”

“And I love you.”, he replied, capturing your lips in another kiss. “Ahhh, it’s nothing…see, I told you I know you…I just needed a little physical reminder, is all.”

“Fuck off, Joe.”, you giggled, letting go of his hand and pushing him away from you immediately, smacking his arm playfully. “I’ll give you a different physical reminder if you don’t stop that.”

“Ha! I’d like to see you try.”, he challenged, and you chortled, smacking the spot once more.

“Ow! Okay. I’ll stop.”, he surrendered, holding up his hands in defence with a huge smirk on his lips.

“Good.”

“Good. I love you.”, he ensured you once more.

“And I love you.”

THE END

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Walk with Me - Ch 1

Pairing: FBI Agent!Syverson x OFC, Drug Czar!August Walker x OFC

Chapter Summary: The stakeout, some revelations, a takedown of sorts. We're just meeting everyone here, folks.

Chapter Warnings: Drug use, mention of drug trafficking, mention of blow jobs, light dom/sub behavior, past relationship pining, cheating (-ish?)

Word Count: 3.1K

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Syverson

"He's on the move."

Agent Syverson watched all nine monitors with an intensity felt throughout the surveillance trailer. He had two agents inside the posh Miami nightclub wearing cameras and his tech had hacked into the security feed for views of the bar, near the DJ, and over the entrance to VIP. Through an earpiece, he advised Agent Ramos to shift right while he motioned for Agent Baylen to swap camera views on the top three monitors. Something had caught Syverson's attention and he wanted confirmation before deciding the next moves for his team.

When Ramos had panned far enough onto the dance floor, Syverson called for her to stop and had Baylen zoom in on the screen. Coupled with the cameras from the DJ booth, Syverson had what he needed.

He watched her body move with what seemed like reckless abandon, but if this was who he thought it was, those moves were anything but careless.  There was a point and purpose to every swing and wave, every roll of her hips, every toss of her head.

"Sugar?" Syverson wasn't sure how the word slipped out because he was positive he only whispered it to himself in his head. But suddenly, eyes were on him and he felt his ire growing.  He did not need this attention or the distraction.

"What was that, sir?" Agent Moore asked.

Did he ignore it? Wave it off? Pretend it never happened? If only one other person had heard it, maybe he could get away with it. But as it stood, all three agents in the trailer were looking at him expectantly.

"Could I get some damn sugar for my damn coffee?" he barked, a little harsher than even he meant it to come out.

"I thought you took your coffee black, sir," Moore spoke.

"Well not tonight, I guess." His stare shut them the rest of the way up and everyone put their focus back on the task at hand, which was all he wanted in the first place.

Now he could watch her in peace.

Her moves told him she was hunting and the poor sap desperate enough to stand next to her was going down. He knew exactly how it would feel, too, because he remembered those nights with her like it was yesterday.

Even so young he had fallen fast and hard. Maybe he was mistaken, but she acted like she couldn’t be without him, too. So he spent any free time he could find between farm chores, football practice, and family responsibilities to hold her close and kiss her as deep as he knew how at the time.

She seduced him right away, but prom was something special and he thought for sure she was the one forever. He never got the chance to tell her how he felt, however, because it had taken him the rest of senior year to figure it out and by then, she was gone, moved away with her family to take care of an ailing relative far enough away that long distance felt like never again.

He called, she wrote, they managed one clandestine meet up on borrowed funds, and then it was his turn to disappear when he enlisted, not knowing what else he wanted to do with his life when sports didn't pan out and farm life lost its appeal.

But he never stopped thinking about her and the way she moved. On the dance floor and later that night in the cool sheets of the bed at the hotel room he sprang for. And now here she was, all these years later, like a cold splash of water to his face.

"Sir?" he heard like a faraway dream in his ear. "Do you want us to take him?"

Suddenly, she wasn't alone. Sure the dance floor was crowded, but until that moment she hadn't been dancing with anyone in particular. When his real mark for the night stepped into view, Agent Syverson almost broke the back of the chair he was leaning on.

August Walker, one of Miami's most notorious drug kingpins, was standing in front of his high school sweetheart and watching her with as much intensity as Syverson was. Only, August Walker could reach out and touch her if he wanted to.

Syverson watched as she danced around Walker, who simply stood stock still on the floor, not giving one single fuck if he was interrupting anyone's flow. And when Walker grasped her arm the next time she moved in front of him, Syverson almost broke.

"Anyone know who this is?"

"It's in the file, sir. This is Francesca Beaumont. We think she's his newest mule."

His throat went dry as Agent Moore finished her statement and he couldn't scramble for the file folder on the table in front of him fast enough. Sure enough, there in the report were the name and the details in black and white. Her photo was stuck behind those of a few other known mules and he cursed himself for missing it. That's not the way he liked to start off when taking the lead on a long running case.

And no wonder the name didn't stick out for him. In school, she went by Frankie. And her last name was Malloy. Had she married somewhere over the years, he wondered to himself.

Fuck.

"Stand down. I know we want this guy, but have any of you actually seen him do anything illegal tonight? Some rule out there about not dancing on a dance floor?"

He watched as cameras panned to follow August Walker who was now leading his Frankie away from the flashing lights of the DJ booth and up the stairs to his secured VIP lounge.

"Someone get me everything we have on her."

August

Francesca wasn’t supposed to be in the club tonight, August knew that for sure. He’d been very clear with her.

In the weeks since he’d activated her, she’d usually taken his direction so well. If she stepped out of line unknowingly, she was always willing to take a note and do whatever he asked of her to change her behavior. She was so pliant. Just like he liked them.

Her first test trip was to Amsterdam. She didn’t question it when he told her had to fly out early, but he’d meet her there. The morning of her flight, he had called to let her know his assistant was dropping off an extra suitcase he needed her to bring. And when she arrived, she didn’t even bat an eye when she discovered he had already left.

At least he assumed she didn’t mind because he didn’t get a scathing voicemail or fuck-off text message and she had apparently followed the directions on the letter left in her suite to a tee. The bag was delivered without a hitch exactly where he’d asked her to drop it and as far as he knew, she’d enjoyed the rest of her weekend, albeit alone. She’d just been so excited to experience a new city, she told him when she got back and he visited her apartment in the very late evening hours, slinking in by the alley entrance and slipping his key in the lock.

That had actually been his first request of her. A key to her apartment, so he could come and go as he pleased. After the few dates he’d taken her on, treating her to lavish meals and luxury car rides, she hadn’t resisted at all. What would he possibly care to take from her place, not the lowliest of studio apartments, but certainly nothing he would normally let himself be caught dead in. 

She was something else, though. She had a presence that did not fit her surroundings. She didn’t have the kind of money he did, hell she didn’t even have the kind of money some of his lower employees did, hence her meager living situation. But she glowed with the grace of a celebrity. Someone who deserved so much more than the hand he thought she’d been dealt. If she kept up the good work, he’d reward her. Bring her along in a more official capacity. Give her a larger stipend, move her into a place he wouldn’t mind being seen in. Maybe even replace one of his current regulars with her. 

Yeah, he really wanted to replace one of his current regulars with her. If he let himself think too long about it, maybe all of them.

As it stood now, she was on probation with him, whether she knew it or not. The Tokyo trip had also been a success, but she almost blew it for him when she started asking Hideo too many questions over cocktails. Later in the hotel room, he made sure to remind her who was in charge and when she was allowed to speak. She had liked that, too, he could tell.

So her showing up like this just before their trip to Spain in a few days was a surprise. When he caught sight of her, he had Mateo drive Candace home. Candace wouldn’t have known Francesca from a hole in the wall, but since he was going to put his newest carrier in her place once again, he couldn’t have Candace watching.

Once he was sure they were gone, he rose from the plush velvet couch of the roped off VIP lounge area, taking note that the new guy, Will, had stepped into Mateo’s spot without hesitation. It pleased August to know that his employees knew exactly what he wanted and needed, and when.

Usually. 

August headed down the steps leading to the dance floor. The music was loud, bordering on obnoxious for him but this is what the club scene called for and here is where he did most of his original business which had led fortuitously to his new business. So he ignored the cacophony and stalked across the floor, not so much pushing the revelers out of his way as willing them to step aside. 

When he reached Francesca, he stood still in front of her and let her keep moving in that way that left him no choice but to stiffen. She smirked like she’d won some unspoken competition and twirled again, bouncing to the beat and stepping around him. He didn’t look back, just waited for her to return, because he knew she wasn’t dancing away from him. Not after breaking rank and showing up uninvited like this.

When she finally did appear in front of him again, he grabbed her arm and pulled her quickly into his chest so he could speak directly into her ear. There was no way he was going to shout over the music at her.

“What exactly are you doing here, pet? Get a little lonely?” He pulled back to stare down into her face, pleased to find a small hint of terror. If he couldn’t will his women into submission, what good were they?

He bent again, “Do you want to walk with me somewhere private where you can tell me what this is all about?”

She nodded and he turned to leave the throng, still gripping her arm tightly.

Francesca

I wanted to make sure he hadn't forgotten about me. I knew it was risky, showing up when I'd been specifically warned to stay away until our upcoming trip. But on top of my worry about that trip, I missed him. As much as I hated to admit it.

He awoke such a fire in me. Feelings that had been missing for so long. Lovers had come and gone. But no one ever measured up to my first young lustful love. Not until August.

He made me crazy. Made me second guess everything I knew about myself.

The first night we were together, I was on my hands and knees in front of him faster than I ever thought possible. Most men were careful with me. Handled me with kid gloves, like I would break if the wind blew wrong.

But not August. He'd approached me at this very club, in much the same way he did tonight. Walked straight up to me and waited for an opportunity to speak to me when he was ready, whether I was or not.

I probably would have come right there on the dance floor if he had touched me that night, but he didn't. Not immediately. He just watched me. I could feel his lustful gaze as I circled him on the floor, and I made sure to turn back to him over and over again. Every time I turned away, I'd remember the look I saw in his eyes, and I'd spin right back to him.

He knew, too. Knew the way the hunger in his eyes was affecting me, no matter how hard I tried to resist. I didn't want him thinking he had the kind of control over me I imagined giving him, even from that very first night.

When I finally let myself dance for him and him alone, I saw the self-assured smirk of a man who knew who his conquest was for the night and I closed my eyes like that would keep him from knowing every thought that crept in.

I wanted him, and he was going to have me.

He didn't even touch me as he led me off the dance floor that first night. I followed him gladly, excitement buzzing through me, electrifying my core. He only turned back once to make sure I was following him to his personal lounge on the upper level of the club.

I didn't care if every person in that club knew I was about to get fucked by August Walker. 

I was proud of it. There were plenty of girls vying for his attention that night, and I needed to make sure I was who he wanted. But no matter how much I wanted him to take me then and there, he kept me on a hook.

Oh, I tasted him that night for sure. Felt his lips against mine and his tongue as it slipped inside my mouth after he showed me the tip. He was gentleman enough to get permission before he put the ecstasy tab in, so I can't even claim coercion of any sort. I can't claim disappointment either, though I thought he'd let me feel his cock in my pussy that night.

Instead, he kissed me until my head spun, and then he watched me drop to my knees before him.  I could see from the bulge in his pants, he was hard, and because I still had yet to figure out the game he was playing that night, I thought pulling his zipper down and releasing his engorged cock was just a preamble to the main event.

But for that night, August only wanted to fuck my mouth and I let him.

The filthy words he called down to me while I slathered my saliva all over his dick only made me wetter, and my mouth watered for him, too. He knew the effect he was having on me, coupled with the drug that coursed through my veins, and I loved every second of it. How could I not?

I worshiped his cock for what felt like hours. Licking up and down his shaft, circling my mouth around his head, stroking his base with my hand and jerking him off into my mouth.

Every time he wove his fingers into my hair, I willed him to pull, begged him through the tears in my eyes to hold me fast and move my head however he wanted to. I almost cried when he let go, but as soon as he was done spooning the coke into each of his nostrils from the tiny vial on the chain around his neck, he put both of his hands right back on my head and pumped his cock deep down my throat, coming with a roar that told me I'd satisfied something he'd been missing for a while. I smiled internally with that knowledge.

The next few weeks had been a whirlwind of seduction, and I was having a hard time differentiating just who was doing the seducing. When he invited me to Amsterdam, I was so excited. I imagined what fucking him in a foreign country would feel like.

But it was like he knew just how to keep me hanging on, giving me just enough of a taste of him before the trip to keep me wanting more. He completely avoided me for the entire trip. Sent word the day before our scheduled departure that he had to leave early and then put me in charge of that extra suitcase. When I arrived, our hotel suite was empty, with not one piece of his belongings left behind for me to hold on to. I never even saw him there. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement.

I kept my wits about me, though. Kept my disappointment to myself. I wasn't about to let him know how much I had ached for him for those days I was alone. And I'd been away from him often enough here in the States. But there was something about missing the opportunity to have his cock deep inside me while watching the light of a sunset in a different sky that had me questioning just how deep I was with this man.

I made sure to keep him close in Tokyo. And there was no way I was giving up an opportunity to fuck August in Japan. I may have offended his business partner, but I really didn't care. I wanted that dinner meeting over and done so I could pour myself over him and take his mind off the women who were serving us.

I knew Hideo had chosen those girls for particular reasons, and I wasn't about to sit idly by and let them whisper and giggle and tease and taunt his attention away from me. They weren't the kind of woman August truly desired anyway; they were mousy and timid, even with their advances.

I knew he was angry with the way I comported myself in front of his associates, but it didn't stop him from letting us both work out our frustrations on one another for the rest of the trip.

So when he told me to stay away for a few days this time, I knew something was up and I was right. I knew her name was Candace, but I still didn't know much about her other than I was worried he was about to hand my seat to Spain over to her, and I couldn't let that happen.

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And so here I was, being led by a firm grip on a walk to his private office. Exactly where I wanted to be.

Chapter 2

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rockstar eddie munson does halloween pt. 2

aka the year eddie had to start banning certain costumes

you can read rockstar eddie does halloween pt. 1 HERE

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Catwoman. It was all catwomans fault. This was your fourth Halloween spent with Eddie and your annual arrangements were well established. The closest weekend to the 31st was when the gang would all go to Steve's for his annual Halloween party and you and Eddie of course had a matching couples costume. This year was no different, Catwoman and Slam Bradley were the chosen duo. Whilst Batman had been the obvious choice for Catwoman's counterpart, tights and a cape just wasn't quite Eddie's look. Slam Bradley who was a rogue hardknock with a detest of the police and corruption however was right up Eddie's street. Plus it meant seeing your man in a suit which was a far too rare occurrence for how good Eddie looked in them.

In your defence, you'd argue Eddie knew exactly what he was doing by choosing a character that allowed him to look rough and sexy whilst also in a suit. He knew exactly the way you'd look at him, your pupils dilated, your breath hitched and the way you'd cling to him, making any excuse to touch him. He knew because everytime he'd worn one in your presence, you'd done all of those things and repeatedly had to be reminded you were both in public - which actually didn't bother Eddie but he thought you wouldn't be pleased if paparazzi caught you feeling his ass cheeks in his perfectly fitted suit pants.

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This year however, you weren't going to be able to have your usual road trip together up to Steve's. Corroded Coffin had a gig on the Friday and you had work commitments that you just couldn't avoid. Resulting in you and Eddie being separated for a week before you could be reunited at Steve's party. This also meant whilst you knew what characters you were, your actual costumes were going to be a surprise. You'd decided to base your Catwoman off Julie Newmar's, you'd always loved her sixties hair and make up and Eddie had made no secret about believing she was the hottest Catwoman so far.

When Saturday came round you could hardly wait to be reunited with Eddie, you hadn't been separated that long for years. You'd travelled down after work on Friday to Steve's and Eddie was to arrive on Saturday evening just in time for the party. The house was perfectly set up, the open planned kitchen and living area dark except for coloured disco lights and filled with extravagant decorations most of which you and Eddie had crafted. Jonathan and Argyle had taken full advantage of Steve's expensive speaker system to set up a whole DJ booth. You, Nancy and Robin had pretended to be witches brewing potions whilst you made a variety of cocktails to fill cauldrons. Dustin had already become too excited for the evening and had knocked over two of the cauldrons so a quick trip to the shop was now in order after you'd gotten ready.

Robin Nancy and Max had let out raucous wolf whistles at your finished look when you left the bathroom. You batted at them giggling but you couldn't deny you were pleased how it had come out. Your hair was down with the front pushed back by a pair of cat ears, after plenty of practice from glamming up for red carpets, gigs and award shows for Corroded Coffin, you'd been able to perfectly capture the Julie Newmar sixties make up with dark eyeliner and thick lashes. In a vintage store you'd found a long golden necklace and a golden belt that hung tight and low on your hips. The only problem in putting your costume together had been sourcing a tight shiny jumpsuit like Julie wore so you'd compromised with a black latex mini dress with long sleeves. It cinched at your waist, complimented by the belt and bringing out your curves. You'd managed to find a pair of black pointy leather knee high boots too and then some elbow length gloves. Honestly, you were excited to see Eddie's face knowing he'd love seeing his favourite girl dresses as his favourite Catwoman.

Carefully, whilst slightly clinging onto Robin you went downstairs in order to go out to replenish the booze Dustin had thrown everywhere. Thankfully missing the sheepskin rug and saving you all a Dad lecture from Steve. Robin snatched the car keys out of your grasp, with a smirk and a smack to your ass which made a ridiculous sound against the latex.

'Sorry hon, those boots were not made for driving... but I think that outfit might get us a discount at least.'

Robin wasn't wrong. The man at the checkout had shamelessly hit on you and you missed having Eddie's large frame by your side to shield you and scare off creeps. By the time you pulled up to Steve's house the party had begun and you prayed Eddie had arrived. Steve appeared from round the back of the house, having heard the car from the garden. He hurried over to help you and Robin with the excessive amount of booze you'd bought as well as the giant marshmallows that Robin had insisted on last minute.

Turning his attention to you as his picked up some bags, Steve nodded his head towards the front door and said

'Y/N, lover boy arrived. Go through the front door. He's been sat there waiting for you since the moment he got here like a sad puppy.'

You couldn't help but squeal and practically skipped over, bundles of marshmallows in hand. The second you opened the door he was there. Stood waiting for you. The marshmallows flopped to the floor as you ran and leapt onto Eddie. Your arms curled over his neck, your legs wrapping around his waist as his hands instantly went to support you up. He smelt so good, more like home than any place you've ever lived. Cigarettes and honey and firewood and just a natural Eddieness that couldn't be bottled. As your nose had been buried into his neck, you realised how stiff his body felt against you. Confused, you let yourself drop down and he immediately retracted his touch.

You searched his face, his eyes burnt into you and his lips were pulled tight into a thin line. He looked furious and you had no idea why. Desperate to break the tension you pawed at the suit he wore, taking it in for the first time. It was a new one, a deep charcoal grey and tailored to his form perfectly. The first few buttons of his shirt were undone, the edges of some chest tattoos poking out and his tie was loosened. He looked effortlessly handsome, it was cruel really that after a whole week you now see him for the first time looking better than ever. Your try to avert your eyes from how the suit trousers gave you a generous outline of his cock that you'd missed you much.

Letting his tie slide between your fingers, you looked up at him admiringly and murmured

'Look so handsome, Eds. My beautiful boy.'

You were aching to get a smile out of him but instead he picked your fingers off him and then dropped your hand away.

Your face fell, you couldn't ignore this anymore. You were shocked that this was your greeting. As you opened your mouth to speak, you were stopped by Eddie holding a finger up to silence you.

In a stern voice he finally spoke 'Bathroom. Now.'

Smacking his sassy little finger away you marched off down the hall towards the downstairs bathroom hoping maybe following orders will at least give you answers.

Eddie is quick behind you, as soon as you enter he shuts and locks the door. He stands with his back to you, his arms stretched out bracing him on the door frame and his he let out a heavy sigh.

Now you really were baffled. Stood in the middle of Steve's beautiful big white marble bathroom, you felt small like a school girl in trouble.

Your looking down at your boots, clicking the pointed toes together anxiously as he turns around and in a clipped tone asks

'What. Are. You. Wearing.'

You raise your head now, mouth agape and completely indignant. Never has Eddie once attempted to control what you did or wore and never in a million years did you think he would. He was as creative and expressive as you, it's one of the things you loved about him.

But when you look into his eyes you realise they aren't angry, his pupils are completely blown out, they're lust filled.

Looking up at his handsome face, now strained with how tight his jaw is clenched, you bat the thick lashes you applied and stare at him innocently with big eyes. Your lip pouts out and you murmur

'I was trying to do Julie Newmar's Catwoman for you Eds, she's your favourite right?'

Momentarily a little softness spreads across Eddie's face, he loves how you remember every little detail about him. He steps slowly toward you now, somehow he feels taller than usual. One of his fingers now glides along the hem of the latex dress then stops, hooking under it and pulling it towards him. Then he lets it snap back, the fabric making a wet slap sound against your thigh. Leaning into your ear he whispers

'I don't remember Julie wearing such a tiny fuckin dress.'

Eddie lingers close as he lets his nose glide above your ear and into your hair, deeply inhaling the smell of you he's been deprived of for a week. You're desperate to touch him, to cover him in a weeks worth of kisses but you aren't sure what game he's playing for if he is playing a game.

Shyly you stutter 'D-do you not like it...'

He hooks his calloused fingers now through the gold belt to pull you closer by your hips and his presses his forehead against yours. He inhales deeply again as he closes his eyes and quietly admits

'Baby...my baby girl. I like it too much.'

A breath you feel you've been holding for the past ten minutes finally leaves you and you move your head up so your noses are touching. You rub your noses against each other as you admit

'Eddie, you scared me. I thought I was in trouble. Thought you were angry to see me.'

Finally he pecks a small kiss to your lips. You frown it's not enough. He smirks

'Oh no. You are in trouble missus'

Another peck.

His hands now start to glide over your body, as if making sure you're still the same as when he left you.

'Very bad.' Peck.

'Cruel even' peck.

'To greet me for the first time in a week' peck. 'In the sexiest outfit I've ever seen' peck.

'At Steve's' peck.

'Not our home' peck, peck.

'Where I can't throw you over my shoulder' peck, peck, peck.

'And hide a way with you in this fucking outfit for another week'

You've caved by this point. Arms thrown around his neck as your lips desperately crash into his. All the longing from your time apart, mixed with the tension he'd just built all being put into it. Your tongues reunite as both your hands get tangle through the others hair.

You begin to suck Eddie's bottom lip and he groans into your mouth, responding with a harsh spank against the latex covering your ass.

Pulling away now to take you all in, a cheeky smile spreads across his face

'I think I like this material babe, think I gotta buy you a whole new wardrobe of it.' He takes one of your gloved hands and stretches your arm infront of him. Removing the glove and tossing it aside, he runs his thumb over your knuckles.

You both gaze at each other, feeling complete now you're able to touch and see the other.

Eddie begins to plant delicate kisses up your arm.

It's hard not to swoon over how sickeningly tender and romantic he can be.

'Missed you so much Eds, didn't feel complete without you. Hated how cold and empty our bed was without you there.'

He nods as his kisses reach your shoulder and go across your collar bone. He plants one big kiss along with a gentle suck at your throat and a small moan escapes your lips.

'I know baby girl. I can't sleep without you now, barely slept the whole week. Can't function without my love beside me.'

A wet but passionate kiss is shared between both your lips now and you smile against each others mouths.

Eddie continues his trail of kisses now down your sternum, his hands coming up to run thumbs over your nipples. Gently tugging at them as they begin to peak through the latex. Then he moves down to your stomach, his hands pressing gently against your abdomen where he knows he'll feel his cock poke at deep inside you later. Then his lips reach your pelvis. A flurry of kisses are placed there as his hands use your ass to push you forward into his face.

His calloused fingers then sneak underneath your dress, squeezing your ass cheeks the gliding round. He looks up at you to ask for permission to lift the dress. You can only smile at his big brown eyes and nod, your hands stroking his hair.

Eddie rolls the right dress up. Revealing a pair of black mesh panties. The transparency revealing your nearly trimmed pubes. He presses his face in, inhaling deeply.

'You... your smell. God, it's like a drug. Nothing soothes me more'.

You ruffle his hair and laugh at his dramatics.

He gives your pussy a little spank then for teasing him.

'Don't laugh babe! I had my sweatshirt you wear and a pair of your panties in the hotel bed with me. It's calming. Your actual perfume and ... your natural perfume.'

A giggle escapes you as Eddie sits there on his needs in front of you. His chin pressed to your pelvis and he gazes at you with the most beautiful and loving eyes you've ever seen. The way he worships you and the love he makes you feel is overwhelming, something you didn't think existed beyond books.

Eddie feels the same. The way you look at him like he hung the moon and the stars. The way you love him unconditionally for who he is. He's going to marry you one day. He's known that for a while now. The week apart just made it clearer than ever. Especially when he found an antique jewellers near the venue. He's actually glad you were out when he arrived, it gave him time to pass the ring onto Steve for safe keeping.

Suddenly, you can't take it anymore. Your hands grip at his tie to drag up back up and your lips crash to his. Against his mouth you desperately whine

'Need us to be together now, Eds.'

He chuckles against your lips

'Yeah, we are back together now baby girl, it's okay.'

You shake your head, he's not understanding. Your hands stroke along his hard cock, more prominent than ever in the tight suit pants. Yeah, you're glad he didn't debut this new suit at an awards show again.

'No, Edward. Need you inside me.'

The full name alerts Eddie to your desperation. He's quick to rejoin your lips, letting your tongues tangle in each other as he brings your thighs round his waist. Your thighs feel the cool marble counter underneath as Eddie places you on top, slotting between your open legs. Both of you ravenously rub and grab the other. Your hand continues to massage Eddie's rigid cock as another desperately tries to undo the trousers separating you from your prize.

Eddie's thumb presses hard against your clit, circles massaged round the nub. His fingers rub and toy with your entrance. Your wetness exposing your desire as it seeps out and soaks the mesh of your underwear.

Gasps and moans fill the bathroom, neither of you able to form a sentence to ask the other to move on to the next stage. Until finally, a breathy 'Please... Eds' escapes.

Usually insistent on hearing you ask properly, Eddie too understands the urgency and immediately pulls your soaked underwear down your legs, precariously hanging off the tip of one boot. He leans back as he watches you finally release his begging cock. Throbbing with torment and already seeping a weeks worth of cum that had been waiting for you.

His eyes prick with tears as you break the charged moment but bringing your fingertips to your mouth, kissing them and then placing that kiss on the tip of his cock. A guttural 'Fuuuckkk' breaks from his mouth as you then lap the precum off your fingertips.

He grasps at his cock, pumping slightly as the pair of you watch as he aligns with your painfully empty hole. Once the tip enters and his length slowly reunites with your walls, both your eyes meet, his hands caressing your face and your hands squeezing his. An overwhelming sense of love and lust is understood between you.

Eddie begins to pump into you, your pussy contracting along its length. Your bodies feeling complete now the two of you are joined. The pair of you watch again as his thick cock slides in and out of your little hole. His hole. Every bit of you is his and every bit of him is yours. You belong together.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders pull him closer so you can kiss and lap at his neck. Once your lips are near his ear you whisper

'Yours.'

It's understood. Eddie presses his forehead to your shoulder, his balls twitching at your love.

'Yours,' Eddie whispers back in agreement.

You're both close, the result of a week without release.

Eddie pulls at your hips now, he's moving you.

'I need you to see yourself,' he admits 'I need you to see how beautiful you are. Need you t'see why I couldn't control myself before.'

He brings you down off the top and turns you round so you face the big mirror above. Your dress above your ass, he has you bent over the counter, his cock still deep inside. You watch yourselves in the mirror as Eddie brushes your hair back over your shoulder and then points at your reflection'

'That,' he kisses the back of your head 'is the love of my life.'

His words are like bliss. Through a sniffle you beg 'Eds, make me cum please, my pretty boy.'

He daren't refuse you, pushing you down a little further over the surface, he slides one arm around your stomach so he can rub your clit.

You're both desperate now. And his pace quickens. Eddie is pummelling your poor pussy. You moan between each slap of his heavy balls against you

'You're. Mine. Forever. Eddie.'

He keens at your words, the knowing he's going to ask you to make that official driving him further towards an earth shattering orgasm. He presses his arm tighter to you now so he can circle your clit harder. His forearm against your abdomen proves his earlier theory correct, he can feel his big cock poking deep inside you.

You're gasping now, your pussy beginning to spasm and your clit throbbing on the cusp of release. You make sure to look at him through the mirror as you do. As your orgasm hits, it's intensified by staring into the chocolate eyes you love so much. You're practically dizzy as you moan his name and a series of 'I love yous.'

Through your drooping eyelids you can see in Eddie's face that he's about to cum too. His thrusts are hard and frantic as he chases the finish. You grab his arms and trap him against you so he can't escape.

'Inside,' you beg 'need your cum inside me, my love. Remind my pussy who owns it.'

This pushes him over. Eddie's cock spasms, hot cum filling you as his teeth bite at your shoulder.

Despite you being on the pill, each time he finishes inside you, there's an unspoken (or sometimes very spoken about) understanding that you both secretly hope he's just filled you with his baby.

As he catches his breath you slide slowly back and forth, milking every drop out of him. Making sure no bit is wasted.

You're about to begin your post sex ritual of telling each other sickly sweet things when the bathroom door flies open.

Both yours and Eddie's snap round as Steve's eye's widen in horror.

'OH MY CHRIST! YOU GUYS!' Steve shrills.

Eddie throws himself forward to cover your exposed backside, suddenly very aware his cock is still inside you and if he were to pull out Steve would be witness to his cum dripping out of you.

Your face is red and buried in your arms.

'Poor form! Not in my bathroom!' Steve although blinded by his arm, he turns to look at address both of you, 'I want you fully clothed and out this room immediately.' He tuts as he backs away and shuts the door.

A wild cackle erupts from Eddie, his body shaking your mortified one.

'Oh baby... I'm sorry but getting caught was worth it if I could have you in that costume.'

You groan whilst trying not to smile.

Eddie pulls himself out of you carefully and then cups his hand over your pussy.

He bends over to pull up your underwear with the other.

'Put these back on so you can keep me inside you.'

He pats your soaked underwear once he's put them back on you, then gives your ass a smack.

'Keep those pants on all night, okay baby? Taking those with me on the next trip.'

As you pull your dress back down you fake gag at him,

'Eddie Munson, you nasty little perv.'

He doesn't care, he loves it, he loves you.

He wraps his arm around you as he waddles with you towards the door to face Steve's wrath.

'Never used to be this way babe, it's you. You made me feral. Can't get enough.'

Once you exit the bathroom you're met with Steve standing with his arms crossed and an unamused look on his face. He does not care for how shameless and loved up the pair of you are right now considering he just caught you fucking like rabbits in his guest bathroom.

You shrug and bat your lashes at him,

'Sorry Stevie, we can't help it. We're in love.' You can feel Eddie's smile against your face. Steve shakes his head,

'Disgusting perverts, the pair of you. Ruining my bloody party... you belong together,' Steve says the last part with a knowing look to Eddie. Eddie's eyes widen, hoping you didn't catch on. To distract you, Steve shoos you along until you reach the stairs that stand at the edge of the living room where the gang are partying.

Pointing to them, Steve orders 'you're going to sit there on the bottom step. It's a time out. You're in horny jail. No party for you two until you think about what you've done'

Sniggering, you and Eddie take your seats on the stair. Steve pushes you two further apart as if you were about to have round two on the stairs in front of your friends. As he begins to walk of, he turns back around 'And... you're disinfecting that bathroom before you leave tomorrow.'

Like naughty kids, you and Eddie both salute and Steve who just huffs at your attitudes. 'Yes Papa Steve!' You both mockingly call after him.

After a moment Eddie reaches over to take your hand, your fingers intertwine and sit in the enforced space between you. One of Eddie's finger gently strokes back and forth over your ring finger.

You turn to him, taking in the face you've thought about all week, 'missed you so much Eds, never want to be without you again.'

He squeezes your hand, 'don't worry, you won't ever be.'

Bring your combined hands to your lips, you press a kiss to each of his knuckles. 'Oh... and Happy Halloween, Eddie.'

He smiles back at you 'happy Halloween baby girl...' he pauses and looks you up and down then smirks, 'and from now on, there will be no more costumes I've not checked beforehand. That should never have left our bedroom.'

#enam3l x eddie #enam3ls rockstar eddie #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar eddie munson #eddie munson x afab reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson Halloween

[undermycoat]

[dj khaled voice] anotha one (fic i might never finish)

Jamie was fucking tired of it. Roy was a fucking sight on the pitch, and Jamie knew he knew how to guide the team to greatness and had countless lessons in fame, but fuck if he wasn’t dull when it came to literally everything else.

“No,” he said, “I’m not dating your sister. I don’t even fucking want your sister!” He paused, then added, “She’s mad lovely, though. Nothing against her.”

“Last you said, she was fit,” Roy growled, because that’s the only way he's able to communicate.

Jamie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, ‘cause it’s true and ‘cause it’s fun winding you up. You really never realised?”

Roy glared, though it wasn’t that much different from his expression before.

Jamie sunk deeper into his chair, defeated, and sighed. “Look, mate, your sister is fit, but have you ever considered it’s ‘cause she’s a Kent? And — and you always think I’m trying to fucking... fuck the women close to you, if not her then it’s Keeley, and look, I like them, I love Keeley, but not like that, and have you ever considered that—.” Jamie swallowed, fingers curling into his palms, nails biting into the skin. This was it; the big reveal. He could just keep his mouth shut and nothing would have to change.

But Roy just kept looking at him, and Jamie said it anyway: “Have you ever considered that all I’ve ever fucking wanted is you?”

Finally, Roy glanced away, and Jamie took a breath, then Roy closed his eyes, and Jamie saw him count to three — fucking... anger? He was angry at Jamie for this? And Jamie prepared for a fight, a fist flying at his face, even though he thought they’d left that behind in the alleyway behind the club, mostly because they were fucking shit at fistfighting, and really Jamie had just wanted Roy’s hands on him and didn’t know what else to do and it’s like a fucking primal instinct, reacting to Roy’s fire with flames of his own, but instead of punching him, Roy just shook his head and asked, “You think I’m fit?”

Jamie couldn’t help it — he laughed, and it was slightly hysteric, slightly too bright and too sharp and too much, but it was just unbelievable. That’s what it was. “Fucking hell, Roy! Yes! I’ve just had your poster up on me wall for the past fucking thirteen years for shits and giggles, yeah.”

Roy scoffed but dipped his head. “Alright. Alright.” He took a swig from his bottle, and Jamie determinedly looked away but in a way that wasn’t obvious. Still, when his eyes went back to Roy, he found Roy to already be watching him. Jamie licked his lips. Roy’s gaze lowered and followed the movement.

It wasn’t an answer, but Jamie felt confident. He leaned forward, and Roy didn’t stop him. Still, the first touch of their lips was soft and tentative and the most chaste first kiss Jamie’s ever had. He loved it, and he didn’t think about if it would happen again. He’d make sure it happens again.

When he pulled away, Roy’s eyes were still shut, and his brow was furrowed. Jamie just barely held back from tracing his tongue across his lips, curious if he’d be able to taste Roy, if there was anything in a kiss like that.

He felt like he was twelve again, sneaking around with one of the boys from the academy. But this was even more nerve-wracking because, well, it’s Roy fucking Kent, innit? National hero, Jamie’s first gay wank fantasy, probably Jamie’s greatest love after football and his mum. He’d been confident, but now he was readying for things to go tits up.

Roy opened his eyes. “You fucking mean it, then?”

Jamie blinked. “Uh, yeah. Yeah. ‘Course I mean it. I love you.” And he hadn’t meant to say that, and he for sure fucked it, but at the same time he felt lighter, like the full truth had finally been revealed.

And Roy didn’t look mad or disgusted or like he was going to up and leave Jamie there by himself at the bar, even though it was his own fucking house, and Jamie felt himself take a breath.

“Roy?” His voice was small. “You don’t have to say anything back, or, well, I’d like it if you did, but it doesn’t have to be that. Just. Just—”

“Jamie?”

“Yeah, coach?”

The glare he got in return for that was perfect, and he felt tingles all over. He smiled, hesitant. Roy rolled his eyes, grabbed the front of Jamie’s shirt, and pulled him into another kiss.

#idk ive got a lot of these and maybe if i post them i'll actually have to finish them. idfk #royjamie #ted lasso #my writing #i'm also just trying to figure out voice. cuz i really don't fucking have it #im at a weird transitional stage where all my faves are blending together #[will graham voice] you and i have begun to blur

[literaryspinster]

5 years earlier

Last night was fun, probably a little too much fun. Marie Moreau might be a grade grubbing, social climbing pain in the ass (pot meet kettle, they know), but she sure can dance, not to mention kiss. And she’s the sort of pretty that knocks them on their ass every time. Dancing with her at the club wasn’t the plan, the plan was to glare at her from across the floor while silently resenting Luke for inviting her along, but after a few too many drinks, and lines of coke and a shot of Molly for good measure, something weird happened.

Breathy and glistening from a straight half hour of sexy dancing with Cate, Marie came up to them, similarly loosy goosy from various substances that only Supes could safely metabolize. And she took their hand, her stacked silver rings clicking against theirs.

“Come on, do something spontaneous for once in your life, dance with the girl you hate.”

“I don’t hate you,” they said.

“Could have fooled me.” She said as she led them up from their chair and to the thumping, strobe lit heart of the club. She didn’t take no for an answer, but also, it wasn't certain that they actually said no in the first place. 

The DJ was playing Capsize, a song they liked a lot more without the dancehall bells and whistles, and yet, in the moment, it wasn’t so hard to be carried by it.They were hypnotized by the sounds and the constant motion around them, and by the girl in their arms oscillating like troubled water.

Up at night I'm awake cause it haunts me/That I never got to say what I wanted/Oh my God, oh my God/I’m not the same as I was with you/I would jump out my skin just to get you/Oh my God, oh my God

Her voice rose above the music, “You know, it makes me mad sometimes, how handsome you are.” 

“Excuse me?”

“I only mean because you’re such a dick.”

And they didn’t really know why, probably because they were both obliterated at the time, but Jordan laughed, a genuine, almost sweet laugh, because it wasn’t everyday someone called them a dick and it sounded like a term of endearment. Also, it wasn’t lost on them that handsome was another word she used. Being called handsome chafed sometimes, it only fit part of their story. But it was also the only part they chose to share with her, or anyone for that matter.

Jordan wasn’t much for dancing, on the occasions someone convinced them to get up and move to blaring EDM, they relied on guarded, understated moves, a head bop here, a shoulder sway there. But her closeness, and her scent and her big brown eyes looking right into theirs as her wrists rested against their neck, made them want to lose themselves in the machine beat, let their hips and their hands move more than a conservative amount.

I'm fine/Drop tears in the morning/Give in to the lonely/Here it comes with no warning/Capsize, I'm first in the water/Too close to the bottom/I'm right back where I started/Said I'm fine

“I don’t hate you either,” she leaned in to say into their ear. And before she could pull back, Jordan’s lips landed on hers, almost as if by accident, like they had a thought and acted on it before their common sense could catch up. They’d blame it on the drugs, they’d pretend in the morning that it meant nothing, because a kiss didn’t matter much at the end of the day, not even one as good as that. 

Something about the way she opened her mouth along with theirs made Jordan’s head float away, swallowed by the music and the feel of her soft curves under their hands, and before they knew what was happening they were sucking the space beneath her ear like a horny vampire, they were calling an uber, they were backing her into her her dorm room and untying the little laces on her top, they were laying her down on the blankets.

It was more than a fun night, it may have been the best night. But it’s over now, time to get up, get dressed, drink a full gallon of water and drag their ass to class…

…except this isn’t their dorm room, because when they peel their eyes open Marie is looking down at them, her preternaturally expressive face skewed in unmistakable confusion. They’re still in her room, and the Jordan she brought here is noticeably different from the Jordan she’s looking at right now.

Shit shit fuck. This is why they don’t fall asleep with people.

They launch up from the bed, wrapping the sheet around their chest, they would switch back but they aren’t sure if the fact that they can turn from a boy to a girl is more comforting than the possibility that a random woman sneaked into her room in the middle of the night.

“Jordan slow down, just tell me what’s going on. Is this not the first time this has happened?” 

She knows it’s them, maybe she saw them change while they were sleeping, maybe it’s because their jewelry is the same, or maybe she can sense it with her sweet ass powers, but she knows. Why are they still here? Why isn’t she freaking the fuck out and ordering them to leave right now? Sure she’s a supe, she knows that weirder things than this have happened, but as far as they know she’s never woken up next to those weirder things.

“I don’t know what happened, I’m never this careless. And I mean never.”

“Jordan, hey, come here, sit down.” 

After a few moments of hesitation, they obey. They aren’t really sure what else to do, they can’t exactly pretend this never happened, it’s not like they won’t see her in class in a few hours.

“So you mean this is just something you can do whenever you want?” She asks.

They shrug a shoulder in response, “Yeah, pretty much.”

“That’s fucking rad, why don’t you tell people?” It’s not the response they were expecting, and yet somehow, it is. After all, she knows exactly what it’s like to have an ability that people don’t understand.

“I want to be in The Seven,” Jordan explains. “I want that more than anything and no matter how much they try to act like the greatest superheroes are all special and different, the less special and different they are, the better.” 

Of course that’s what they tell themselves, and it’s mostly the truth. But that wasn’t exactly how all of this self doubt started. It started the night of the robbery. Marie doesn’t need to hear all of that though.

“But–

“Listen, this doesn’t have to be anything okay?” They say, and switch back before they can get too used to this. “We both got pretty trashed last night and some stuff happened. We don’t need to talk about our secrets and our feelings. It’s cool.”

She looks almost hurt, and Jordan wants to say something else to make that look go away, but they can’t. This is for the best.

“I won’t tell anyone,” she says, and Jordan stands up to leave, holding the sheet in place, gathering up their clothes and thinking this is the end of whatever the hell this is.

But it isn’t the end, because they won’t be able to stop thinking about her. And a week from now they’ll be back in this room, kissing her on the bed, touching her, letting her touch them. And there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it. Their fate was sealed on that dance floor.

~From How To Be Liars In Love ch. 6

#limoreau #jordan li #marie moreau #gen v #this is the first time i posted the excerpt before updating but only because i thought it read like a oneshot

[way-of-love]

Mayor Que Usted (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x LatinaFemPregReader) (ONESHOT,MAYBE?)(R-RATED) (NO MINORS)

A stop in Puerto Rico can mean a lot of things, refuel, some R&R, family vacation or maybe just hiding from the Cuban drug lords. Simon Riley didn't think this tropic island was a good spot to stop before heading back t base in the U.S. but Price called the shots so there they were. But while watching the locals gather for Halloween and doing their little celebration he didn't expect to be consumed by such spice and fierceness from one little local woman who seemed to know his type just fine.

I hopped on the trend, I apologize

(UPDATE: The name of the female character is Amelia Cruz)

Old San Juan, Puerto Rico.

2018

After a drug bust in Cuba the 141 needed a place to lay low before heading back into the states for a reassignment or further instructions. The Cuban cartel were a relentless bunch in their pursuit for the men who blew up their entire operation and chased them all the way to Jamaican and Hatian waters before they stopped their effortless pursuit. Whatever information Price pried out of one of the major drug lords had to be why they kept chasing after them, whatever it was it was dangerous.

Price told the crew they had to lay low and separate throughout the island to keep a watchful eye on not only their hides but the people here as well. There could have been a few men who continued their pursuit for revenge.

Simon knew it would be no good to stop and lay low here on yet another tropical island where its people just wanted to live peacefully. But what else could they have done? What if they brought the fight here? It was a very slim possibility considering it it was national waters but it was never impossible. He knew that danger lurked in every corner. This whole island was big enough to hide both Simon, Price and company but it wasn't big enough to protect its people.

That's what kept Simon up every night. Always the ‘what if’s’. People on the island were kind, too kind and accepted him with open arms even even with the mask. He liked that, they didn't ask questions. They probably thought he just had a nasty face or maybe was really enjoying the month of October getting ready for Halloween. It didn't matter to him the reasoning as long as he blended in like the tourists that seemed to be scattered around the entire area he stayed in then laying low would be no problem.

And it wouldn't have been a problem if he didn't meet her.

Simon usually didn't intervene in any festivities or parties even as a teen because there was no need for it. Nor did he have the privilege to attend one while tending to his military duties but tonight while he resided in the shadows he found himself nearing a small little street festival. Music was blaring, laughter filled the alley that he watched from and lights... goodness the lights were so bright a flash grenade would be a better comparison to it.

It amazed him how bright and merry the people on the island were, as if they had no care in the world for anything. Not even the danger he thought the 141 may have brought upon them. Simon hoped their happiness lasted.

There was a grand stage with barriers placed on the side to keep control of the crowd, a DJ playing on the stage, lights floating around the stone road where people mingled.

Puerto Rico's people were laughing and dancing around the blocked street dressed in costumes from head to toe, well most of the adults anyways. Some dressed as devils, nurses, fictional killers so he fit right in with his mask. He examined the mass of bodies mash together dancing with one another in time with the beat of the music, music was meant to be enjoyed yes but this obscene touching and grinding made him wince a bit. Did they always have to do that?

His gaze soon landed on one particular woman who stood out amongst the rest, wearing a deep red sundress that hugged every ounce of her body and complimented it very well. Many things popped up in his head that kept his gaze on her. First, she wasn't wearing a costume. Second, she was dancing by herself by the mouth of the alleyway where he was currently hidden in. Thirdly, her movements were like fluid water. Her hips swung side to side and her hands slid up her thighs, her hips making her dress lift up higher upon her slender legs. Was she aware he was here?

Simon wasn't about to make his presence known. He didn't want to scare her or break her concentration because it was mesmerizing for him, as thought she were trying to seduce him with just the movements of her body.

Soon, her friends showed up, they chatted a bit and began to dance altogether. And again Simon watched the brunette in the red sundress sink into that headspace and move her arms, her hips, her waist and move with her friend molding against her back. What would happen if he took his mask off, even just for the night and danced with her, just to see what it would be like?

He knew he couldn't. He was a dangerous man who did dangerous things and who knew if someone thought of him as suspicious and sought him out. Price would then be pissed. And Simon would have lost his touch.

Instead the ghost silently stood from where he sat upon the crate and dusted himself off ready to go back to the safe house by the pub or bar some would call it and have a whiskey before turning in for the night, try to at least. But he felt the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand and even with the mask on he felt it. Quickly he turned around and came face to face with the girl he was watching not even a few seconds prior.

She stared at him with a lovely little smile on her red stained lips, hands on either side of the alley way walls, yes it was small enough to fit one person down it, and her bangs covered her dark eyes. He didn't move, something in him felt caught in her gaze and prevented him from moving.

Fuckin' hell Simon.

The tall man stood across the dancer who she's been keeping an eye on ever since he sat in the alleyway most kids ran through during the day. Tilting her head she slowly approached the strange masked man who seemed to enjoy watching her dance and as she approached the man she spoke.

"Hablas espanol?"

Simon closed his eyes briefly. Even her voice sounded seductive. But he didn't respond.

She noticed the lack of response but didn't mind it one bit. When she was but a foot away from him she smiled sweetly at him.

"So, English it is then?"

He was supposed to be laying low, there was no mingling with the locals if he could help it. Groceries, markets and even getting a drink were an exception. Not for conversation.

"You know, starring at a lady is kinda creepy. If you wanted to dance all you had to do was ask," The woman bit her bottom plump lip and looked directly up into the eyes of soldier who had killed countless of men and who had done unimaginable things, in the eyes with no fear. She didn't know who he was nor will she ever know. One night should be fine, right?

"I can't be in the light."

Was that the best thing he could say? Bloody Jesus he was out of practice trying to talk to a woman. Before he could fix himself and say something else he was blessed to hear her soft giggle over the music down the alley.

"Well, if you can't fully be in the light I'll bring some to you. Everyone deserves a little bit of light to enjoy, no?"

After that, no more words were spoken. She reached out palms up and Simon with hesitance placed his hands in hers and their little dance begun.

The woman showed him how to step and where to step when a salsa song came on. He wasn't the best but he did learn fast. She liked that. A few more songs came the same way until one came that made her gasp and squeal almost immediately. This scared Simon into thinking there was danger and quickly looked up and down the alleyway with a glare of a killer, sensing no danger he looked down at the female already swaying to the annoying beat of the music. What did the locals call it? Reggae? Reggaetón.

It was too modern for Simons taste but he was glad to watch her dance to it. This time what he was hoping for did happen. She molded herself against his front, bending a bit at the waist and pressed her full rear against his groin moving like a true dancer. He starred down at it wide eyed not sure what to do or where to put his hands but he remembered what her girl friends did when they were placed in this position.

Simon Riley placed his hands on her hips and pressed himself back into her, moving his own hips as best as he could without feeling embarrassed or even trying too hard but it was futile. He felt a tad bit embarrassed.

Nevertheless she continued to show him just how much fun just the two of them and music, can have. And deep down inside his dark heart he was fully enjoying himself, well up to the point where she straightened out and began that movement of sliding her hands up her thighs and took the hem of her sundress up, pulling out from under his hands.

If she did it on purpose or not didn't matter because he got an eyeful of the black thing string on her hips that his thumb was barley a hair close to. What was she trying to do? Whatever it was he took it as permission. He slid his hands further up her hip and hooked his thumbs under the soft dark material, gently tugging it down.

To say he wouldn't dare grow an erection here would be a complete and utter lie. He was carrying a hard on the whole time she pressed herself against him, he just maneuvered himself enough so she wouldn't feel it but he let her. This time he showed her just how much he was enjoying this little dance of hers.

She didn't stop when she felt the hard long mold of his print against her semi bare rump because she wanted to feel it. She watched him and he watched her, the meant he was interested just like she was. So, why not approach him if he was too chicken to do something. Women can take initiative too. The woman turned her head peering at him from over her shoulder with a smirk on her painted lips. Now Simon could see her eyes, they were dark, like chocolate.

He wasn't a fan of sweets but he'd enjoy hers.

And he could feel the heat practically pouring out from her pores. The way she was suggesting to continue with her hips, he knew all too well. She wanted to be fucked and not just a practical fuck in a motel room but a fuck that that Simon Riley could give right now. They didn't know each others names, occupations or even if they'd see each other again. What mattered was the here and now.

The tall British man had her that night. Bent over the large wooden crate he sat on to watch her dance in the street in her red dress. Now she was moaning like a bitch in heat with her red dress bunched up at her waist with his cock dipping into the welcoming depths of her cunt. He rocked back and forth with vigor, with malice. How dare she seduce him when he was just trying to mind his own business? How dare she approach him and make him sin like this?

Yet, Simon was groaning above her making sure he pounded her cervix. He wanted her to remember this coupling for as long as she lived. Her heels were discarded to the side and she was on her tippy toes, legs spread receiving him so very well. Simon couldn't remember the last time a woman's cunt fit him so well like hers, it was like...it was like it was made to fit him and only him.

The woman in the red dress was dancing no longer. The music may have changed and the people may have begun to head home but she would still be here hidden by the darkness of the buildings on each side of the two beings shielding her from the gazes of people who wondered what that sound was. Simon made sure to cover her mouth if he believed she was being too loud and he was glad he did because she came with shriek into his palm after just a few minutes.

No ones ever indulge in her like this nor have they ever took control in fucking her like a wild dog before. She was always the one to do things for her boyfriends, suck them, ride them, tell them what she wanted done, she was tired of being like that. Being the leading hand in sex because the other person was just too lazy and wanted a quick nut. This man though; was the complete opposite of that.

He took her without hesitation. Didn't bother to ask her of her wants and needs he just somehow knew. He made sure she was comfortable though, made sure she felt every caress, every tug, nip, slap, and flick of him on her skin.

Simon Riley wasn't going to let her go. Not until he had his fill.

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The woman stirred awake finding herself starring at the open window, the curtains flowing about with the breeze that entered the dim lit room. So the sun wasn't fully up, good more time to sleep. Before she could close her eyes again she heard shuffling and turned her head to see the British man who rocked her world sitting on the side of her bed getting dressed. His back was all scarred, with old and new ones she made just a few hours ago. His skin was pale compared to her tanned one, looked like he'd be a cherry before he ever tanned. His head was...bare. Simon wasn't wearing his mask.

Well, it was completely dark when they got to her tiny little home a few blocks where his safe house was so it made it easier to keep his face secret while leaving his marks on her skin. Now, it was time to go. He received a call from Price while the woman he laid with slept, on a burner about finally leaving the island in the early hours of the morning.

The woman he spent the whole night with seemed to stretch behind him making a soft pleased sound as she did so. The bed dipped a bit behind him and her arms wrapped lazily around his middle while she rested the side of her head against his back.

As mind blowing as the sex was he couldn't get attached. It was dangerous to drag one good thing into his hectic and bloody lifestyle he lived.

"Simon, stay with me a little bit longer. I'll make you some really good coffee y yo te cocino," Her voice was laced with sleep, hoarse because of her moans and screams the night prior but she still managed to make him shudder in the heat.

There was nothing more that he wanted than to stay and do just that. He was a dangerous man. He couldn't be in the light, because he'd consume it. The ghost shook her off as gently as he could and stood while pulling the mask over his head covering his face again. Walking forward towards a chair she had in the corner of her small room, picked up his shirt and dared to look back at her body covered with a sheet on her bed. Her hair was all askew and she looked more inviting than the night before, it stirred his loins.

His eyes trailed back to her face, her expression was...sad, confused even. She should've know it was a one time thing. He wasn't even native to the island nor was he a tourist with the way he held himself and she knew that. She knew he was dangerous and yet she pursued him anyways.

"It was fun, but that's all it was," He was cold, distant and hardened his emotions. It was for one night only, it wasn't night anymore.

So, he was going to leave her just tike that? After they shared an amazing night? She stood up in bed with her hand griping the sheet to her chest hoping it hid her nakedness'.

"No, no you can't just leave like that Simon, you said you were going to be here for a few more days. Por favor," The woman that was in a red dress was just about to stand from her bed and drag him right back, whatever means necessary even if she had to yell and scream.

"I told you I probably would be here for a few more days, nothing was permanent girl," Now that fully roused her out of her honeymoon like state. It was like a bucket of iced water was poured all over her. Where was his attitude coming from? And girl? He knew her name so why wasn't he saying it?

He slipped his shirt on over his head and made a beeline to her bedroom door, she scrambled out of her bed with her legs feeling like jelly going after him barley catching herself when she tripped. She would never do this for just any man, never would she do this for any man but Simon was different or so she thought.

A memory came to mind of her own mother scrambling after her father when she was only a child. Her mother ran after the man in desperate pleas to not leave and abandon their family, they had little but her mother was so caring. Her father on the other hand was evil.

"Simon! Stop pendejo!" She yelled at him hoping he'd stop but he kept going, moving through the kitchen, the living room before making it to the front door. The woman he spent the night with couldn't keep up with how her legs gave up and made her fall down half way to the door. Her chest ached watching him continue on without a care for her or how she felt.

That night was the only night she's ever felt complete, she felt alive for the first time with anyone and it had to be with this stranger who you barley knew. And that feeling was walking right out of her home.

Simon looked back at her seeing her on the floor with only a sheet to cover her nakedness tugged at his chest. Only for a second though.

"Take care of yourself, love."

And that was the last time the woman in the red dress saw Simon, the tall British man who wore the skull painted mask.

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It didn't take long for Simon to forget about that night in Puerto Rico, but it always came back to haunt him in his dreams. His mind played movies of the time they've spent together, the hour long conversation before he went at it with her again and again. Colors, foods, places he's been and places she wanted to go to, he probably knew more about her in that hour than any other man could in months. He felt more like a normal man with you for those few hours than he did commanding a small squad. And when darkness clouded his mind your words came to him.

"...Everyone deserves a little light, to enjoy, no?"

It brought him out from time to time.

Recently, the 141 hired a new medic or at base doctor who Laswell says she's the best of the new generation. Finished school in less than eight years and performed eleven successful surgeries within that time frame. Some minor and some major. It was impressive but the information was all the same to Ghost. New doctor, same shit. He didn't even catch her name, didn't bother for it.

Currently, the infamous Ghost sat on a stool in the med bay while holding a cloth to his upper arm trying to stop the blood from making anymore of a mess. Apparently Johnny thought it would be funny to toss a piece of useless metal from the top of the weapons wrack, why was it there? Who knows but he certainly gave Johnny an ear full before he was forced to come here to get it checked out.

The said doctor had her back turned to him when he entered and sat on the tall stool with a leg stretched out. She looked like she was doing something important so he just grunted while she told him to have a seat. Her voice sounded oddly familiar and Ghost couldn't put a face to it.

"Mr. Ghost, no, Simon?" The small looking woman with her dark hair held up with a clip tilted her head reading what little she could from his medical file. There was absolutely nothing here. No medical history, no medication history, surgeries, nothing. It was as if he were a ghost. With a soft sigh she full turned but never lifted her head.

"That's funny, I knew a Simon once. Spelled the same way,"

Simons eyes widened just a fraction when he saw those red painted lips and that golden tanned skin, she was here. It couldn't be. She was supposed to be back in the island living her life in peace. Not here tending to him and his team! Did Price do this? Laswell? No, they didn't know about his escapade with the young doctor here all those years ago. He made sure not to speak wind of it to anyone.

Anger bubbled up inside of him when the shock left him. Was she doing this on purpose? Did he know who he was?

The tall man stood when she was only a foot or more away and she finally looked up from the manila folder, craning her neck her eyes widened seeing the familiar tattooed arm and skull mask covering the face of the mystery man she spent the night with all those years ago.

The folder slipped from her hands and onto the floor, papers scattering about as she starred at him, as if seeing a ghost. And he starred down at her with stone cold glaring eyes of a man who did not want to see her, again.

So, this was the Simon that she'd dream about from time to time? Tall, dangerous, cold and still as mysterious as the day she met him. It couldn't be him. The Simon she met had kinder curious eyes, yes he was cold but that night he made her melt with just a stare.

Quickly she averted her gaze to the side and cleared her throat. No, it really couldn't be...but the tattoo was unmistakable and if not that the mask was a dead giveaway.

Closing her eyes she took a deep breath feigning innocence. Turning back to look at him she smiled sweetly," Dios mio, I'm just clumsy today I'm sorry about that. Why don't you have a seat and tell me whats going on,"

So she was going down this road huh? Simon took in a breath and sat back down on the stool keeping his cold unwavering stare on her as she crouched to collect the folder and papers that scattered about. He could have helped her but the less he interacted with her the better. He left her back in Puerto Rico for a reason and this was not that reason.

As she collected her paper work she stood straight up and turned back to her small little desk where a few little picture frames decorated the surface along with some medical instruments. She took one frame in particular and tried to quickly put it face down blocking his view with her body. She was living her life perfectly fine without him, they both were and she would be damned if he found out about her. That early morning he decided not to say a single thing that could help her find him, only his voice and name, it was all she had.

Ghost looked at her and saw her movements. She was trying to hide something and he already was on it. He remained seated examining her backside. She still looked the same, petite, small but she looked fuller now. Hips wider, legs and arms a bit thicker too. It seemed she put on a healthy few pounds while away on the island, or maybe it was due to age? Whichever it was she looked absolutely stunning even with the white lab coat on.

"Sargent found a piece of shrapnel or scrap metal, tossed it back and it nicked my arm," Cold, to the point.

With a small nod she quickly slipped on some black latex free gloves and grabbed what she needed to clean his little nick.

The next few minutes were excruciating between the two of them. The silence felt heavy in the air and the poor doctor felt so burdened by it she felt like she had to say something but refused.

Pretend not to know him. She had to pretend she was just patching up any soldier from the 141 but her body kept reminding her and even her mind reminded her that he wasn't just any soldier. He was of high rank, under Price and that had to stand for something.

Ghost, shifted a bit when she applied pressure on the now cleaned gash which was in fact not a nick, it needed to be stitched shut so she was preparing for that.

"Why are you here?" His question was so unexpected the doctor paused right before she pierced his tattooed skin with the needle and thread.

There were so many reason as to why but it depended on which reason he wanted to hear. Releasing a heavy sigh she tilted her head keeping her gaze on the suture.

"You knew I went to college to become a doctor. Turns out I was very good at it. I stitched nerves together and helped those wounded soldiers regain feeling back to their separated limbs. Laswell thought I'd make a good doctor here for the base or 141 and company, the money was good, the housing was and the education is phenomenal too."

She was still young so education must've have been her second reason as to why she decided to come here but there was still one question in his mind.

"Who's the girl?" The one question that she dreaded. She suppose she wasn't as fast as she thought when she tried to hide it. Simon always looked around his surroundings so her desk was also apart of the surrounding and noticed a small girl no older than three or four smiling with two front teeth missing. Eyes blue, green or hazel, hair almost brown or red. Didn't look like it was her daughter now that he thought about it but again, it was just a quick look.

"She's my niece."

"You have no siblings."

"Step-niece then."

"That's not a thing."

She huffed giving him a look of 'you are unbelievable'. Why did it matter to him who the girl is? When she went looking for him when she found out she was going to be a mother he was nowhere to be found like a ghost. She suffered through out university with morning sickness, cravings of foods she didn't think were even healthy and doctor appointments where only her mother attended with her.

Even after giving birth she didn't give up her dream of becoming a good doctor or surgeon to help people on the island. But when the opportunity arose for her to live in the U.S. she didn't hesitate to take it. And now here she was with the father of her daughter who currently was at a daycare right across the road from the base that Laswell told her it was safe.

Now she wasn't too sure with Simon around.

"Why do you want to know so badly?" She finished stitching up his gash and was currently placed a gaze on his arm and securing it.

Why did he want to know? Was there some hope that he was still somehow connected to this woman he found himself thinking about more than often recently? No, it couldn't be they were careful that night, they...

Then it dawned to the ghost. Slowly he stood up pushing her to the side and marched straight to the faced down picture. There's no possible way that the little girl in this picture could be his.

The doctor already knew where he was going and tired to stop him from reaching her desk by puling on his arm and tried with all her might to stop him but he was too strong and made it to her desk.

The first few rounds, no all of them were unprotected. He assumed she was either on the pill or even doing something to prevent pregnancy while she was out and about dancing away. Who wouldn't with a body like hers? He should've known yet they never talked about it. Not once did the topic of protection come up.

He picked up the frame and examined the child who smiled so happily without a care in the world similar to the woman who birthed her. While he starred at the picture the mother of said child was cursing at him in her native tongue and snatched the frame from him holding it against her chest.

"She's not even yours!" She exclaimed placing the photo down on top of the file cabinet glaring up into the cold eyes of the ghost who leaned forward placing his hand over hers the kept the photo down.

"You're lyin' again love," He said it low and so harsh to her and she flinched. It didn't matter if she was lying or not because her daughter will never know who her father was and her father will never ever get a chance to see her.

"Fuck you, pendejo," She spat out with so much venom Simon was ready to tear his mask off and devour her mouth and swallow every bit of venom she had in the tank. That's the least thing he deserved. He was close, his gloved hand went up her covered arm, her shoulder then up her neck.

Simon cupped her cheek while his other arm wrapped around her waist, she hesitated and placed a hand on his forearm ready to push it off if he said something or did something really outta pocket. Though she couldn't lie, she missed how close he could get without really trying.

Even if it was one night, she could never forget him.

"She's ours isn't she Amilia?"

She had to close her eyes because the intensity behind his were too much. This answer could either make or break their future relationship if there ever would be one. But deep down she knew that if she were to say 'yes' he'd step in or at least try to.

Simon knew it was his fault for leaving so suddenly but it wasn't anyone's fault he wasn't there or that she didn't tell him. The universe made it so that they could meet again under these circumstances. A deadly father and a bright mother. What a strange combination.

"Yes, Simon. She's... ours."

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PART 2

A/N

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[writting-stuff-sometimes]

Just a mistake- Lando x fem reader (nsfw)

Part 2

Summary: it’s Sunday night, Lando has invited all the drivers and their partners to a club where he’s playing after the GP, Charles, your fiancé doesn’t feel like going but you were super excited about it, this leads to a big fight and you end up going alone, but alcohol and heartbreak are never a good convo.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, orals both receiving, p in v, and angst.

You were dancing on your own after ditching your friends when they started dancing in couples and you were left out on your own. "Thanks, Charles" You thought to yourself and decided to go to the bar and start drinking there, away from the reminder of your lonely night.

Your body moving to the rhythm coming from the speakers as you gave another sip to the drink in your hand, you weren't sure what you where drinking anymore but it was strong enough to make you enjoy the music and keep the fight with your fiancé out of your mind.

A man stood before you matching your moves, he put his hands on your hips looking at you in a way you understood as a request for your consent, you laid your hand on his shoulder as a response and kept dancing now being led by that stranger.

This situation was something your friends wouldn't like and if they were there they would have already removed the guy from you, but you were out of their sight, or so you thought, Lando up in the DJ booth was very aware of your location, his eyes following your every move from the moment you left your friend's table and walked to the bar.

The sight of that stranger gripping your hips made him clench his jaw, but not exactly because his friends fiancé was being touched by another man, he was jealous, a feeling he was very familiar with since it always invaded him when he saw you and Charles together, wishing it was him the one holding your hand, the one kissing you, the one spending the rest of his life with you, but no, life wasn't fair.

He knew you were at least very tipsy, he had seen you bottom the last 3 drinks in record time and that meant someone needed to step in before that stranger tried something funny with you, he could just send a message to any of the other drivers at the club and send them your way, but he couldn't fight the urge to be your knight in shinning armor, yes he was selfish like that.

"Here" the stranger offered you another drink, you hadn't realized you were done with yours and didn't notice when he ordered this new one, but in your tipsy ,very close to drunk, estate you we're just thankful that this nice stranger was keeping you hydrated, you took the glass from his hand and as you were about to take a sip a hand stoped you.

"I think you've had enough" Lando said close to your ear so you could hear him over the loud music in the club.

"Oh, hi Lando!" Your smile making him feel a warm wave all over his body "You did amazing! that was a nice set" He could hear in the way you were dragging your words that he had interfered just in time.

"Thanks, I think it's time for us to go, tho"

"Hey, what the fuck?" The man dancing with you tried to get between you and Lando.

"No, it's ok, he's my friend" You answered without being completely aware of the situation.

"Yes, I'm her friend" Friend, he never thought a word could hurt but this one did "And I'm taking her home now"

"What if she doesn't want to go home?" The stranger bit back and stepped closer to Lando.

"Dude, don't even try" the driver said in his most menacing voice pumping out his chest, now you were sensing how tense the situation actually was.

"Boys, enough!" When you tried to move them apart you stumbled a bit, holding on to Lando's shirt to avoid your fall. " Ok, you're right, I think it's time to go" you took your coat from the bar stool and returned the drink to the now angry stranger "I got to go, sorry, bye, thanks"

You walked to the exit being guided by Lando's hand on your lower back.

The driver tried to engrave in his mind the feeling of him holding you by the waist as you tried to walk on a straight line to his car, he helped you in and walked to the driver's side as he messaged Carlos.

L: "Mate, I'm taking y/n back to her hotel, she's pretty tipsy and there was a stranger bothering her, we left to avoid any problems"

C: "Ok mate, let me know when you're at the hotel"

C: "Don't do anything stupid"

Obviously Carlos was aware of the huge crush Lando had on you, he had seen his reaction the first time Charles brought you to one of the parties and how heartbroken he was the day Charles announced your engagement.

Once you were on your way to the hotel it hit you, you were going back to that hotel room where your fiancé was probably sleeping or maybe still fuming out of his ears, just like he was when you left to the club.

"Penny for your thoughts?" The driver broke your line of thought, the hotel wasn't that far but he was taking his time there, stopping for yellow lights and waiting longer than usual at the stop signs.

"Sorry?" You turned to look at him, he quickly turned his gaze to the road.

"You've been weird ever since we got to the club, what's wrong?

"Uhm, nothing"

"Liar" he took a deep breath "You know we are friends right?" That word again, it felt like a needle pinching his heart every time he said it "You can trust me"

"Thanks, but I don't know if you're the person I should be telling about this problem" You turned to fidget nervously with your ring.

His heart started pounding hard, what did you mean by that? a thousand ideas in his mind, one of them being that you were in love with him.

"why?"

"Because you'll think I'm stupid"

"I could never think you're stupid"

"Promise?" You offered your pinky.

"Promise" he hooked his pinky with yours, this small touch making him feel electricity.

"I had a big fight with Charles before we went to the club"

"Yeah, I imagined since he wasn't with you, what happened?" he didn't like to see you upset but he would be lying if he said he didn't feel a bit happy with the fact that you and Charles weren't the perfect couple everyone liked to think.

"This is the part were you'll think I'm stupid, but, it frustrates me that sometimes I feel like I'm the only one actively doing things to keep this relationship alive, I feel like I'm the only one sacrificing her friends, family and career to follow Charles around the world. Like tonight, he didn't want to come just because he had a rough race, it wasn't even a bad result, P2 it’s a good place and he's still fighting for the championship, but he didn't feel like coming with us, and I get it, but I'm always going to his events, even when I've had a rough week or I'm cancelling plans with my family and friends just because he has an event, or he's not feeling well or he's struggling, and don't get me wrong, I love supporting him and being with him, I love him..."

Those three words felt like a punch to Lando's gut, he had been feeling something similar to hope from hearing you complain about your partner, his friend, yes I'm a piece of shit, he thought to himself.

"...but sometimes I wish he could do the same for me"

Lando kept quiet as he was fighting with himself, he had two options, support his friend and tell you how much Charles loved you or he could be selfish and tell you that you were right and that you should be with someone who would actually do what ever it took to make you feel loved and supported.

"See, I knew you'd think I'm stupid, I understand your job isn't like any other, it's not like you can just quit and change companies, but I wish he could understand that I need his support too, that sometimes I wish he could do things for me, not just get my pass for a race or an event" you covered your face with both your hands wishing you had never said anything, you knew you were being naive and ungrateful, but you were desperate, you felt caged.

"No, I don't think you're stupid, I get what you're saying, I'm just trying to organize my ideas" After a couple of second he just went at it "Listen, in this career we're taught to be selfish since we're young, yeah we work for a team an we have a teammate, but at the end of the day there's only one world champion so it's basically a "trust no one" environment and being part of a team like ferrari this must be ten times worse"

"See, you're on his sid-"

"Listen to me, you muppet" he took the hand that was on your thigh. "Yes it's a complicated world, but for me it's enough that I have to be this paranoid at work to also bring it back to my personal life" He took a deep breath, you could see he was struggling and felt bad for involving your friends in your problems, but you had no idea the fight inside Lando's head was because he was still trying to decide if he was helping Charles or not.

"For me, my family, friends, MY girl" He turned to look at you at the stop light "they're my safe place, they're where I can be vulnerable, where I can be myself and I think I should be the same for them, there's no reason for me to bring the struggles of this life into theirs" His eyes hooked on yours, his warm hand covering yours was soothing, you looked at him noticing every detail in his face, when did he turn into an adult? 3 years ago when you first met him you found him endearing, the way he was always clinging onto Carlos and his childish behavior made you think of him more like a little brother than a friend. But now he was the guy driving you safely to your hotel, protecting you from strangers at the club and giving you life advice in the middle of the night, he still had that childlike spark in his eyes, those green eyes which you always found cute, but now that they were completely focused on you felt more intimidating, you turned to look at his lips, they were slightly parted, his chest moving faster and yours moving to that same rhythm, the next second and without knowing who's move it was, you were making out, his mouth over yours, your tongue dancing with his inside your mouth, your hands pulling on his curly hair as one of his traveled up and down your thigh, suddenly his hand went up higher, sneaking under your dress and brushed lightly against your heated core. A moan left your mouth, this gentle touch blurred your senses.

"Let's go to your hotel" You said against his lips, this sentence froze him, his hard cock caged inside his pants begged for him to say yes and drive fast, but there was still some reason within him, he needed to be sure you wanted this and that this wasn't the alcohol talking, that he wasn't taking advantage of your drunken state.

"Are you sure? The drinks at the..."

"I'm ok" you cut him off, you knew what you were doing wasn't right, but you didn't want to think, not right now, you had always been very careful, always so contained, the perfect girl who did nothing wrong and always well behaved, but this rush inside felt too good.

"I'm not that drunk, you're not assaulting me or anything, I want this, I want you Lando" It only took those last three words for him to pull you in for another wild kiss and as soon your face got framed by the green halo from the stoplight he rushed to his hotel. You were very careful to not be spotted by any fans or paparazzi, keeping your distance as you got inside the hotel, but as soon as the hotel room door closed behind his back nothing could stop you.

All common sense disappeared as your tongues fought inside your mouths, his hands on your ass as your hands pulled his hair at the back of his head, you hopped and wrapped your legs around his waist, he then turned and walked towards his bed, sneaking his hand under your dress, caressing your hot wet core with one of his fingers.

He threw you on the bed, admiring you, pathing over the white duvet, you opened your legs leaving your clothed pussy on display as an invite, he slowly approached you, unbuttoning his shirt and trowing it away, he got to the base of the bed, took your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the mattress, he lowered himself and attacked your mouth again, slowly tracing the hem of your dress, then pulling it over your body, leaving you in just your underwear.

"So prefect" he said admiring your half naked body, this was better than any of his dreams, any of his fantasies, no bikini picture on your instagram got close to how perfect you looked in real life.

You pulled him in for another kiss, your hand slowly tracing down his defined torso until you got to his pants, two of your fingers lightly sneaking inside his clothes making him moan against your mouth.

"Not so fast princess" He said against your mouth and got down on his knees, setting your legs over his shoulders. He started kissing your calf, up to your thigh, slowly approaching your aching core, your chest moving faster now.

"Lando, please" you begged, your voice distorted by the excitement.

"Please what?"

"Please, I need to feel you"

"Feel me where?"

"In my pussy"

"As you wish, my princess" He finally took your underwear and pulled it down your legs, he admired your wet glistening folds, he knew very well this probably would never happen again, so he was taking his time, recording in his mind every single moment, every inch of your body, every little sound that came from you.

His thumb playing softly with your sensitive bud, making you arch your back and moan, his fingers felt like magic, suddenly his tongue traveled along your folds, making you moan louder as you tried to close your legs but Lando's hands were faster and he grabbed your thighs firmly, opening them wider than before.

"Let me know if it feels like too much, ok baby?" he asked in a soft sweet voice.

"Yes, don't worry, I can take it" you said pathing. He returned his head between your legs. the way his tongue traveled up and down your folds made you move your hips searching for more, but then he got it inside of you, the feeling of his strong tongue getting in and out of you mixed with his fingers working your clit was enough to give you your first orgasm, but he didn't stop, he kept going, now getting his fingers inside of you, he was going to make sure you'll remember this night for ever. The way his fingers curled inside of you seemed as if he knew you for ever, in no time he was touching that magic spot that got you screaming in pleasure, mixed with his tongue playing with your clit you got your second orgasm.

"You taste so good, baby" he said collecting your juices off his mouth with his fingers and licking them clean after.

He climbed up your body, kissing your pubic area, moved up your stomach, your chest, stopping to play with your right nipple as his fingers fidgeted with your left, he bit you softly, making you moan and pull his hair, he moaned against your boob and then kept sucking on it. He moved to kiss your collarbone, up your neck and stoped when he reached the sensitive spot right under your ear, his warm breath on your skin felt so good.

"Lando, please, fuck me" Your words filled with lust made his still fabric caged cock twitch, he wasn't sure how far you were taking this and didn't want to pressure you by removing the only layer of fabric that could still stopped you from going all the way, for some reason just eating you out didn't seem so bad as actually fucking.

"Are you sure?" He knew this was a question he could regret later, specially if you gave it a second thought and decided you have had enough and you wanted to stop.

"Yes, please, I need to feel you inside of me" Your words echoed inside his head making him wonder if this was all a dream, maybe somebody had spiced up his drink at the club and this was an hallucination, but then he felt your soft warm hands sneaking inside his pants, the moan leaving his mouth confirmed this wasn't a dream, this was real, you were under him, begging for him to fuck you.

He attacked your throat, leaving open mouth kisses, he was tempted to leave a mark, the animalistic part of him wanted to mark you for everyone to see, for your fiancé to see, but knew this was going to start a war, even if you kept the secret of who had done it Charles was going to end things with you and he couldn’t bare seeing you in pain because of him, and if he proudly confessed his sin he was going to lose Charles's friendship and the one from several of the other drivers, losing you for ever int he way, so he decided to be careful instead.

In your mind there was nothing but lust, you could feel Lando kissing your neck dangerously hard, if he kept going like that he was going to leave a mark, you could blame it on the landyard of your paddock pass, you knew no one was going to buy it, still you let him do his thing, it felt too god to stop him.

You barely recognized yourself, you had never lost yourself into lust like this, there was something in Lando that just drove you crazy and wild, he had such a different vibe from Charles, the Brit was wilder, more intense and Charles was always very careful and soft.

Lando’s hand cupping your pussy brought you back to the moment, you unbuttoned his pants and patted his bulge as you unzipped them, his eyes following every single touch of your hand as his chest moved in a quick pace, you caressed his bulge over his boxers, he was so hard and warm.

“Can you feel it? How hard I am for you?”

“Yes, I need to taste you”

“It’s all yours baby, it’s always been” you couldn’t quite hear that last part because you were on your way down to position yourself between Lando’s legs as he removed his pants leaving his boxers on. You gave little kisses all around his bulge and over the precum stain, making his cock twitch.

“You’re torturing me, love”

“Oh yeah? Why is that?” You playfully asked as you kept giving soft kisses all over his bulge.

“You know why”

“No I don’t” an innocent look in your eyes. “Tell me Lan, what do you want?

“I want you to suck my cock”

“Is that all?”

“No” he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled it so you were looking directly at him “I want to fuck your throat until you’re al teary eyed, I want to see you drool all over my cock, and then I want to see you take and swallow my cum like the good girl you are”

His words making you even hornier but also making you blush, you had never been talked like that, Charles was always so polite, sometimes he would spank you or he would be a bit more rough when fucking your mouth, but he was never this straight forward.

"Please do it"

With his free hand he lowered his boxers just enough to free his rock hard cock and he shoved it in your mouth, you gaged from how deep he went but the next second your tongue was moving around his shaft inside your mouth.

"That's it baby, you're so good" he praised you, moving his hips up and down, hitting the back of your throat in a constant pace. In no time you were drooling all over his dick, his moans and hectic pace letting you know how much he was enjoying your mouth around him.

"Look at me, love" he pulled your hair just enough that you still had his dick in your mouth but your eyes were looking at him, the sight the best one he had ever seen, your beautiful face covered in sweat, the corners of your mouth glistening with your saliva, your eyes filled with tears, he felt a bit embarrassed of how much he loved that view, taking a mental picture for the future, he thrusted a couple times with you looking at him, he almost came at the sight, he knew maybe he didn't have two rounds in him, he had waited for this for so long his orgasm was going to be a big one, and after the race and the nightclub he didn't have enough stamina.

"Can I fuck you, y/n?" You said yes just with your head since your mouth was still occupied by the brits cock. He pulled you gently to release himself from your mouth and in a swift move he was over you between your legs, he moved towards his nightstand, you knew what he was searching for, but you couldn't wait anymore, at this point you were completely out of your mind.

"Don't..." this word made his heart stop, you wanted to stop? "I want to feel you Lando" You said taking his cock and directing it to your entrance.

"Are you sure, love?"

"Yes," He kissed you and slowly got inside of you, making you moan against his lips from the stretch, first his pace was slow but he made sure to push all the way, his hips hitting against yours, your hips started to move instinctively searching for a faster pace but he put his big hand against your hips stilling your moves and turned to look you in the eye.

"Wait, love, enjoy, feel it as it enters you" he whispered and continued with his slow but deep pace, you closed your eyes following his command and making sure your whole attention was set between your legs, you had never paid that much attention to the feeling, it was amazing, a long moan left your mouth, letting him know you were feeling exactly what he wanted to show you.

He kept that same pace, his hand now around your throat keeping a tight grip, just enough for your adrenaline to start rushing your face distorted by the overwhelming sensations, he loved seen on you like that but he had to close his eyes and burry his face in your neck, if he kept looking at your sweet face in pure ecstasy he was going to cum.

When you started clenching around his dick, the sign of your third orgasm of the night, he speed up his pace as you came all over him, after this he realized he wasn't going to be able to last for much longer and he wanted to try one last thing, he exited you, and before you had time to say anything you where on all fours, his finger tracing your wet folds making you moan, followed by a hard slap on your ass that made you scream in a mix of pleasure and pain, that mark was going to be difficult to explain, but you just had to avoid doggy with Charles until it was gone.

He entered you hard and deep, you almost lost your balance but after readjusting your grip on the sheets you started to move your hips to match his pace, his dick touching deep inside of you, your pussy hurting from how sensitive it was after three incredible orgasms.

One of his hands on your hips setting the pace, the other sneaking between your legs to play with your clit that was pretty much done at this point and he knew it so he was being extra gentle.

He was so close, seeing your back arch in pleasure drove him too close to his release.

"I'm going to cum, love"

"Do it"

He didn't need to hear anything else and he finally released himself inside of you, after a few calming breaths he pulled back, admiring his cum leak out of you, he grabbed some with his fingers and pulled you gently from your hair.

"Taste us, my love" he put his fingers in your mouth and you licked them, before you were done he got them inside his mouth. "So good, baby" He kissed your lips softly, you were so close to fainting from exhaustion you didn't notice when he left the bed until a warm damp towel touched between your legs, he was cleaning you up, when he was done he hugged you thigh against his chest and it all turned black.

Your phone ringing woke you up, when you turned to search for it Lando was already handing it to you, the look on his face letting you know who it was, Charles's name and face on your screen. You cleared your throat an after a big sigh you answered.

"Hi baby"

"Cherie, where are you? Are you ok? I'm so sorry about yesterday, I'm so stupid, please tell me you're ok" You felt a punch to your stomach when you heard how worried he was.

"Baby, calm down, baby, I'm ok, everything's ok, yesterday I got too drunk, Lando was giving me a ride back to the hotel but I was still to upset so he kindly let me stay at his" You turned to look at Lando, you could see pain in his face, his beautiful green eyes framed by deep dark circles, he hadn't sleep a minute all night, he couldn't, he wanted to keep this night in his mind forever, so he spent the whole night admiring you, at some point he grabbed his camera and took a couple of shot of you sleeping, he knew it was a bit creepy but he couldn't help it, also they weren't something dirty or vulgar, they were beautiful, he was getting pretty good at this new hobby.

"Thank God, Baby, Let me just change my clothes and I'll pick you up right away"

You could see Lando gesturing something to you but you couldn't get what he was saying.

"Please, let me drive you" he whispered in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your back, bringing quick flashbacks from your previous night.

"Don't worry, love, Lando it's already in the shower, he said he'll drive me, ok? as soon as he's out of the shower we'll be on our way"

"Are you sure? Please love, I can't wait to see you, I need to see you"

"Yes baby, don't worry" you took a deep breath and kept talking "I can't wait to see you, too" Lando turned to look at the floor looking for his clothes, hearing how concerned his friend was made him feel even worse, he knew charles loved you, but he did too, this was so painful.

"Ok baby, see you here, je t'aime" (I love you)

"Je t'aime aussi" (I love you too)

You hung up your phone and turned to look at Lando who was in his boxers, walking towards the bathroom.

"Want to shower?" he looked at you nervously.

"Umm...I... we..."

"It's ok, we don't need to shower together, I mean who cares about the planet and saving water?"

"Lando" your breathy laugh easing the tension.

"I'm sorry, I just, I don't know how to, you know, whats going to happen?"

"Lando, I'm getting married." You looked at your ring.

"I know" he leaned against the bathroom door, you turned to look at him, he now seemed like a completely different person from the guy that had greeted you at the beginning of the night, his big biceps pretty visible now that his arms where crossed in front of his broad chest, you looked away searching for your clothes trying to hide your blushing cheeks.

"Lando, I..." You stood up covering yourself with your dress.

"Don't worry , I get it, just..." He walked towards you and took you by your shoulders "Just know that this wasn't just a fuck, it would be stupid to keep it a secret anymore, I'm in love with you, I have been for a while now and all I want is for you to be happy, and if you're happy with Charles I won't interfere"

"He makes me happy"

"Ok, that's good enough for me, I'll keep my distance"

"Just don't be a stranger, I..." you searched for the right word "care a lot about you"

"I hate that word, it makes it sound like you're my nanny or something"

"You know I don't mean it like that, I love you Lando, just not like that" You could see the pain in his eyes and it was hurting you too.

"Ok, enough, go in the shower, we need to get you to your hotel" he turned cleaning a tear from his cheek, you felt the need to hug him, but stopped yourself, you knew this had to end here, you walked in the bathroom and took a quick shower, when you were getting dressed you searched for any marks, Lando's hand on your ass was starting to fade, you felt relieved, when you were done he got in and showered fast.

As you where about to exit the room he pulled you back in and closed the door, he turned you to look at him, before you could ask what was happening he was kissing you, you couldn't help yourself and you found yourself kissing him back, a soft moan from you brought him back to reality, he was starting to get hard but knew nothing was going to happen so he just broke the kiss and looked you in the eye.

"I'm sorry, I know once we walk out that door it will all be over and I just had to do it one last time"

"It's ok" He gave one last peck on your lips and opened the door, letting you go first.

The ride back was in complete silence, just the sound of Lando's spotify filling the air, when you got to the hotel you both stood in silence.

"Lando..."

"You don't need to say anything, I know, just go, Charles is waiting for you, and don't worry nobody will know about what happened, just remember, I love you" those three words got imprinted on your mind, you were screwed, you knew you felt something for him too, but you weren't sure what it was, it was different from the love you had for Charles, but it was definitely deeper than what ever you felt for all the other drivers.

"Thanks" You said and he just answered by putting his hand on your thigh and giving it a squeeze. You exited the car and walked up to your room where your fiancé was waiting anxiously.

#f1 smut #f1 imagine #lando norris smut

[ria-writes-stories]

Ship: Vizzy

Genre: Cotton, Romance, Tension-?

Description: ✨ 💃 ✨ SHAKIRA✨ SHAKIRA ✨

Actual note: basically Lizzy and V doing comfort in their own way

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(No one's pov)

V simply walked away from Uzi and N, leaving them in Doll's home as Uzi yelled at her annoyed while V simply ignored her to oblivion. She didn't have time for these games. That girl had the same thing as Cyn...That creepy red-eyed freak Doll. She wasn't going to wait for her to end up where Cyn did. Oh no, she was going to shut this show down, once and for all, and she'll make sure to take Uzi down as well. It's just how things have to be, you know?

V went into the ball room and checked the oil from the floor where Doll fell when she shot her, the pool of oil was significantly smaller, meaning that somehow she got some of her oil back, hell knows how.

While V was pondering about this a hand found itself resting on her shoulder. "Hello Diva queen you there?" Lizzy said in an overly annoyed tone as V frowned and glared at Lizzy. "The hell do you want now?" "Uhm? Rude much don't you think? I helped you." "After you nearly got me killed!" "We already talked about this, you wanted to kill everyone here so get over it." V rolled her eyes as she huffed frustrated. "Look- I didn't spend hours on making this amazingly fashionable dress for it to go to waste because Doll threw a tantrum and because you and those two sore losers were petty as hell towards her, so you are helping me to get everyone back here and get the party started." Lizzy wasn't asking, she was demanding it, ordering V all the while she flipped her hair and walked towards the DJ set up where a knife was in the main circuit board from the earlier fight. V cocked an eyebrow as she got up. "And what makes you think I'll do that?" "Oh come ooon! It ain't fair to be selfish you know. You had your fun, it seems fair we have ours, ok? Plus you look like you could use a party, besides, I thought you like scaring people." V looked at Lizzy genuinely confused as Lizzy simply replied by giving her confident smirk with a taunt of malice to it with a mean look. "Who said you'll call 'em?"

A smile slowly crept on V's face. Lizzy wasn't asking V to do a chore, she was condemning her to V's favourite game, scaring and terrorizing others, a sick pleasure that she gained by being a disassembly drone in order to cope with the pre-post guilt and anxiety when her memories first started to come back to her. Lizzy wasn't putting V to a chore, she was giving V a fun little activity to blow off steam after the 'overly boring' fight.

Before you knew it V was lurking in the ventilation shafts scaring students back to the celebration room where the prom was meant to be held. Soon enough the sheep were rounded in and Lizzy took care of the rest, placing Darren at the DJ board, while asking Rebecca to help with getting everyone on the dance floor, while Braiden was already posting about it on his socials, as while Emily and Sam struggled to helping Darren with the music given the control board was flung and it was a three people job to connect the wires and seal everything up as to be able to play out the music and the lights without getting an even bigger short circuit and break.

V crossed her arms over her chest as she looked at the crowd of the drones, bored as she missed the few seconds back in which she got to chase students around.

"Yo hissy kitty easy with the claws, no one's biting." Lizzy said teasingly as she looked at V with a smug smirk. V had no clue where that came from but when Lizzy gave a subtle look down and then looked back up into V's eyes, V realised she had her claws out. "Ah...must have forgotten them out from the chase." V said with a slightly dark chuckle as she tucked her claws back in and let her hands out. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. So, we good?" Lizzy asked with true genuine concern, as that subtle worry in her eyes that V got so used to appeared again. V would never admitted it but the contrast of Lizzy's gentle pink glow close to her fainted golden sparkle had something strangely comforting to it. "Yeah, whatever." V said.

V rolled her eyes and looked away closing her eyes with a blank face before opening one eye to look at Lizzy with a faint smile as Lizzy's frown soon turned to a smug smirk.

"Ewww look at those idiots." Lizzy said as V shot her head towards the direction Lizzy was looking. Uzi and N were awkwardly dancing together, nothing compared to their earlier fight-dance, probably because if those two weren't in a balance of chaos and adrenaline they were out of their comfort zone meaning they were sloppier.

V groaned loudly and rolled her eyes as she grabbed Lizzy's hand dragging her to the centre of the dance ring. "Well I won't spend my time looking at those sore losers." V announced annoyed.

She stopped once she was in the centre and held Lizzy's palm softly as she looked at her with a calm look as Lizzy looked at her slightly surprised before she smiled widely with a knowing look as V spun her around roughly, yet Lizzy spun around with grace and elegance as V held her hand extended out with Lizzy's. "I see you got experience." V said before pulling Lizzy back to her and lowering her to the ground in her grasp. "Been danced with before?" "I've been practicing with Doll." Lizzy said in a cocky manner as she looked at V with a viper look of slyness. She knew what she was doing and so did V, and God she hated it that Lizzy knew how to get to her.

She frowned and threw her in the air before catching her and spinning her, as soon they continued to dance into the night catching all of the eyes on them as the low fight between the girls continued unbeknown to everyone else.

She was smart little bunny slipping in and out of the claws of golden eagle oblivious to the danger, or better said having a grip on those very claws, working them as she liked as while the eagle nibbled at her ears in a threatening manner but both knew that the eagle wasn't going to bleed out the little bunny.

After V stopped dancing, leaning down with Lizzy looking deeply into her.

Her eyes. Those pink precious little orbs of light and pride, confidence, the absolute opposite of what she was when she was freshly baked like this girl, the opposite of what she was now, so confident and cocky, so disrespectful... nasty disrespectful meaning they needed to be properly taken care of.

Lizzy looked into V's eyes, dangers glow of the sun's unleashed wilderness that knows no mercy or compassion, orbs taken out from the very spirits of the stars given the deadly sharp pointy ends of the greater galaxies laid upon the sky, for how else would the galaxies stay deep dug into the flesh of the endless blue sea of the birds?

V slightly opened her mouth as her fangs glimmered in the dim light of the disco ball as Lizzy stopped breathing for a moment but let's not forget where they were now, hm?

"A ROUND OF APPLAUSE TO THE PROM QUEEN AND YOUR FAVOURITE CHEERLEADER FOR PUTTING ON A PROPER SHOW AND EXAMPLE OF WHAT'S IT LIKE TO DANCE!" Rebecca practically screamed into the mic as she stood on her boyfriend's shoulders high up on the control board as Emily, Braide and Sam had to nervously hold all of the wires in absolute terror hoping that the wires wouldn't go off or the board to cave in under their friend's weight otherwise they'd all have a huge electro shock that'll get them to the nursery.

Everyone apluade, hell even N and Uzi did, I mean yes of course N is a goof ball but Uzi was unexpected. Hell be damned that purple freak as she smirked at Lizzy and V as if saying 'who's the freak'. No one else might have known, but careful eyes that look at every single little detail like the eyes of a girl who loves cryptic theories of conspiracy, for example, like Uzi, what was going on between the two. The tension, the sharp movements and yet fluid turns between the two as if they were one.

V felt utter hatred built up in her as she felt ready to rascal the little thing right there and then but Lizzy stopped her by simply placing her hand back on her.

A hand that reminded V that she shouldn't act out like that. A hand that reminded V how much more above she was from that 'purple freak' and how much better she was.

V looked at Lizzy and smiled cocky as she gave her hand out. "Round two?" "What took you so long to ask?" Lizzy asked as she returned a prideful grin as she took V's hand.

Danger untamed but damaged with soften pride from worry and fears. Quite the duo, don't cha think?

The end

#murder drones vizzy #murder drones v #murder drones lizzy