#but that's over a month away and i sped through this as fast as i could

[girlgenius1111]

don't tell Leah

barca femeni x platonic reader :)

based on a request that i changed a little

r has a panic attack at practice, and her teammates help her out. lioness!reader + alexia, lucy, and keira

Playing for Barcelona was a dream, by anyone's standards, and you knew it. You had the opportunity to play with the best in the world, doing the thing you loved more than anything.

This didn't mean that you weren't insanely nervous, though. You'd always been someone who struggled with nerves, but they had noticeably intensified in the past few months. Moving from England to Spain at only 19 would be a lot for anyone, and you noticed it take a toll on your stress levels.

The season was about to start, and you were staring down your first match in the famous blaugrana uniform. Everyone at the club had been nice and supportive since you'd arrived, going out of their way to make you feel comfortable. They teased you for being young, but they always made sure you alright. Lucy and Keira especially, knowing you from the national team where you had also made a young debut, kept a close eye on you.

So, when Jona gathered everyone at the last practice before the first game and announced the starting lineup, everyone cheered and high fived you when he said you'd be starting. You were shouldn't have been surprised; you'd been training well, and the team had several injuries keeping people out. Still, you felt the color drain from your face at his words, but you tried hard to keep cool. You didn't want anyone to think you couldn't handle it. Jona sent everyone off to start their gym session, and you distractedly made your way to weights.

Your brain was working in overdrive, every possible way this could go wrong flying around in your head. You were walking slowly, when a hand on your shoulder startled you out of your thoughts. You turned to find Alexia looking at you with a concerned expression on her face.

"Are you okay, chica?" she asked.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good," you responded, forcing a smile onto your face. Alexia nodded, but didn't look so sure as you turned away from her and kept walking.

Alexia had surprised you with how kind she was; she seemed so intimidating, so serious, at a distance, but she was a very sweet person once you got to know her, and she took her job as captain very seriously, meaning she always took time to get to know new players. You weren't acting quite right, and she noticed.

You walked to your station of the circuit that had been set out, back to being completely distracted. You didn't notice as Ingrid came to stand next to you, your partner for the workout. You were losing your grip, and fast.

What if you messed up? What if you got an own goal? What if you got hurt? What if you hurt someone else? What if you got a yellow card? Or a red card? What if you played so horribly, everyone would realize what a mistake it had been to sign you?

Your breath was speeding up, and you felt disconnected from the world around you, as if nothing was real.

"Y/n?" Ingrid called quietly, noticing that although you hadn't yet touched the weights in front of you, you were breathing hard and fast, like you'd just run a couple sprints.

"Need a sec," you managed to gasp out, slipping out the door and walking quickly to the locker room. Ingrid looked around, noticing that no one had really noticed your departure, except for Alexia, who was had been watching the whole thing. Alexia walked over to Ingrid, a questioning look on her face.

"What happened?"

"I'm not really sure. She seemed distracted, and she was breathing really hard even though we hadn't started yet, and then she just took off." Ingrid replied, looking at the door through which you'd disappeared. Alexia tilted her head towards the door, and Ingrid nodded. Without saying anything else, they exited the room quietly, making their way down the hall the the locker room.

As they got closer, they could hear your gasps for breath, and they sped up. They entered to find you hunched in a little ball at the foot of your locker, head tucked tightly against your knees. It was clear to both girls what was going on.

Alexia turned to Ingrid, speaking quietly. "Go get Lucy or Keira, fast."

Ingrid nodded, turning on her heel and retreating back the way she came. Alexia remained, approaching you slowly.

"Hey, y/n, can you hear me, cariño?" She asked comfortingly. And you nodded your head jerkily against your knees. Alexia sat down next to you, leaving a little space in between you both.

"That's good. Are you having a hard time breathing?" she asked, even though it was evident that you were. Again, you nodded.

"Okay, that's okay. Ingrid's getting Lucy or Keira. Is there anything I can do?" She asked, unable to sit next to you in such distress and do nothing. You didn't respond immediately, thinking it over in your head. It sounded like she really wanted to help. So, you extracted your hand from where it was wrapped around your leg, and shakily extended it toward's Alexia.

Alexia gripped your hand tight in hers, running her thumb along the back in circles, hoping to bring you some comfort. You held onto her like a lifeline, whole body trembling as you fought to bring enough air into your lungs. You heard a pair of footsteps approaching, and soon, someone was setting a hand on your back.

"Y/n? You with me, buddy?" Lucy asked, sitting down on your other side. "We've gotta take those deep breaths, remember? Can you try with me?" Without waiting for a response, she was tugging your other arm away from you, and placing it over her chest. "With me, okay?"

You felt the steady rise and fall of her chest under your hand, and you tried to match it, you really did. It wasn't working though, and as Lucy's attempts to help you failed, you only grew more panicked. Lucy shushed you softly before speaking.

"Don't freak out, you're okay. Do you need your inhaler?" Lucy questioned, and you nodded frantically, but remembered it wasn't in your bag. Keira had made you give her an extra, though, and you tried to tell Lucy all of this in between gasps.

"Kei- has one- in her bag-" You stuttered. And you felt Alexia's hand leave your grasp as she presumably moved across the room to get the inhaler.

It wasn't something you needed often, only when you were really anxious, had a really bad panic attack. It had happened once at an England camp, and you'd forgotten your inhaler at home, which Leah was not happy about, at all. Since then, she'd carried an extra, and she'd made sure to tell Keira and Lucy not to let you anywhere without one, even though you'd only used it a cumulative three times in the past three years.

Alexia returned quickly, handing the inhaler to Lucy, who uncapped and shook it. Alexia resumed her place by your side, hand finding yours again. You clung tightly to her, as Lucy tried to get you to lift your head off your knees.

"Come on, buddy, help me out here a little," she stated, though not unkindly, nudging your exposed cheek with her hand. You lifted your head slightly, and her hand came up to grab your chin, tilting it up. Your eyes met hers, and she hated how scared you looked.

"Open... deep breath in... hold... okay, breathe out," Lucy said, talking you through the very practiced routine. She took you through the process twice more, and you could feel your lungs relaxing. With every breath, you drew in more air, until you didn't feel like you were minutes away from dying anymore.

You leaned your head back against the locker, shutting your eyes tightly as you felt your heart rate slow back down. Lucy waited a minute before speaking.

"What happened?" She asked, knowing you didn't have panic attacks for no reason.

"I'm starting tomorrow," you whispered, "just kind of freaked out."

Both girls nodded in understanding.

"Does this happen a lot?" Alexia asked, your hand still in hers.

"No," you replied, pausing. "A little more often since I moved, but still not all the time."

Alexia looked at you for a minute. "You tell us if it gets worse, yes?"

"Promise," you replied, bringing your head back down to send her a reassuring smile. Lucy was silent next to you, and you could feel the disapproval radiating off of her. Just as you were about to call her on it, you heard the sound of fast footsteps in the hall, and Keira was racing into the room. She looked surprised to see you calm.

"What- Ingrid said you were- and that-" She spluttered, looking between the three of you.

"I'm good, Kei," you started, but were interrupted by a scoff from Lucy. You looked at her, annoyed, while Alexia turned to her, confused.

"You wouldn't have been fine if Keira didn't have one of your inhalers," Lucy said, frustrated.

"You didn't bring your inhaler, y/n!" Keira scolded, and you rolled your eyes.

"I got a new bag and forgot to move it over. It's not a big deal."

"It would have been a big deal if you had suffocated." Lucy mumbled.

"I wouldn't have suffocated! At the most, I would have passed out, woken up, and been fine." You replied, embarrassed that they were being this stern in front of Alexia.

"I'm still telling Leah," Keira said, uncharacteristically serious.

"Don't you dare, she'll kill me!" You said, not really believing that Keira would tell your captain.

Keira opened her mouth to respond, but Alexia interrupted her. She looked amused at the three of you, but her tone still rang with authority, like it did when she wanted to be taken seriously.

"Do you have another extra?" Alexia asked. You nodded. "I want one for my bag. Just in case," she said, and you groaned. Keira and Lucy grinned triumphantly, and Alexia's lips lifted into a smile too.

You thought you'd escaped the overprotectiveness when you'd left England, but apparently it was still thriving here. Or maybe, this was just how the team operated; always looking out for each other.

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let me know if you want to see more of young reader and the team :)

#woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #barcelona femeni x reader #alexia putellas #barca femeni #ingrid engen #lucy bronze #keira walsh

[minaturefics]

Watching, Wanting

A/N: Hello! (its been awhile) I just wanted to indulge in my love for Boromir (ft some faramir bc i love my brothers). Very vague plot if you squint. It's a bit spicy, but nothing explicit!

Reader gets sent out in a storm by Faramir and turns up at Minas Tirith soaked.

Boromir x Reader

Gender-neutral reader

Rated: TEEN

2.3k words

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The low hills of Emyn Arnen at your feet gave way to soft fields and in the distance the Anduin meandered through the landscape. There were dark clouds on the horizon, grey and heavy, and the faint earthy scent of coming rain was in the air. If you rode fast, you could make it to the city in a few hours, but judging by the clouds, you would be riding right into the storm anyway. You sighed and turned to Faramir. “Are you certain this is of such vital importance that I have to risk getting soaked to the bone?”

He nodded. “My brother requires these maps. I would have sent it with the trade carts this morning but it slipped my mind.”

“Rather uncharacteristic of you,” you muttered, raising your eyebrows at him.

He shrugged, an easy smile on his face. “My mind has been occupied of late. It is no easy feat, establishing a settlement.”

You softened at his words. Eowyn and Faramir had been working from dawn to dusk the past few weeks and the spring rains had been slowing construction and delaying the new workers and settlers journeying to Emyn Arnen. 

“Very well.” You tucked the long, flat wooden box into your pack and buckled the waxed canvas securely. “I’ll be off now.”

“Safe travels, my friend,” he grinned and waved.

You swung onto your horse and, with a flick of the reins, started off down the road. As the grass and trees sped by, your thoughts drifted to Boromir. 

You had become friends with Faramir first and, in the months Boromir had been away from Minas Tirith, you had helped coordinate the Ithilien Rangers from the city. Boromir had been civil to you when he returned, respectful of your battle and logistical strategies, but distant outside of the war rooms and planning councils. But something shifted one evening. 

It was one of the many victory dinners, a smaller, more intimate one for The Fellowship and close companions. The hobbits had pulled you into their game of roughhousing and somehow you had ended up sprawled on top of Boromir. He had been large and solid underneath you, his hands heavy on your waist. You looked up into his grey eyes and your breath caught in your throat. 

After that, it seemed as though his eyes were always on you. Across dinner tables, across courtyards, even, once, from across the throne room in full view of everyone.

You thought that with the end of the war, there would be no need for much contact between you and him, that all you would ever do is look, but Faramir had unofficially appointed you as a representative between the city and Emyn Arnen.

There had been so many afternoons spent with Boromir, shoulder to shoulder, pouring over maps and trade routes, so many nights spent eating across from each other in the low light of his private dining room. Yes, he was brave and proud and a fantastic tactician, but all that seemed to vanish when you saw him. 

Really saw him. 

Him with sleeves rolled up, exposing his strong forearms. His hair tied up, the pale column of his throat on full display. And those training breeches, somehow loose and tight at the same time… 

What would he look like sprawled on your bed? Eyes glazed and chest heaving, hair mussed and lips parted. His breath hot in your ear, his voice low and raspy.

Thunder clapped overhead and rain started to fall on your overheated skin. The drops were cool and refreshing and you tipped your face to the sky. 

How were you to spend another evening, another moment, in his presence? It was maddening, the way his eyes would blaze, the way he would draw close to you but never touch.

Why would he not act? It is true that you did not hold as high a standing as his family, but the brothers never seemed to care about such a thing. Even though that may be true, surely he understood that it was not as if you could do anything — it would be far more impertinent that you, of a lower standing, should be the first to move.

You shook your head and tightened your grip on the reins. You would ride back tonight to Emyn Arnen, even if you had to make the journey in the dark. It would be too much to spend another night near Boromir only separated by a few doors.

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Boromir rushed down with the panicked servant who had burst into his study. What was his brother thinking? Sending you to Minas Tirith in the storm? He rounded the corner and found you shivering and dripping onto the polished marble. Someone had already taken your cloak and pack and you stood in your soaked clothes and saturated boots, clutching a wooden box. He swallowed at the sight of the fabric clinging to your form and strode towards you. 

“Riding in such a storm is madness. What was so urgent it could not wait until morning?” You shoved the box into his hands and he stared at it for a moment before shaking his head. “Come, let us get you warm and dry first.”

He led you to his rooms and sat you down before the fire. “You cannot stay in those clothes,” he said, handing you some towels and a blanket along with some of his spare clothes. “You will catch your death.”

“But, Boromir, it is not proper —”

“I do not care. I would rather some impropriety if the alternative is illness or death.” He turned around and faced the wall. “I will not look until you are sufficiently… dressed.”

For a moment, he thought you were about to protest some more until he heard the slick swish of your clothes. He could imagine you, peeling off your layers, bare skin tinged orange by the fire. Heat crept up his neck to his ears. By the gods, he needed to control himself. He squeezed his eyes shut and drew a ragged breath in. 

What sort of delightful torture was this? How many days had he spent beside you, close enough to breathe in your scent? How many nights had he spent staring at his bedroom door, willing you to walk through it?

He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the sound of your wet clothes hitting the floor. He had to be proper. A gentleman. A man of honour. He had to be mindful of his position and standing. Yes, his brother had appointed you various titles and responsibilities, but whatever they were, they were still ranked below his own title of Captain of Gondor.

He had heard too many stories of people being swayed and persuaded by the nobility — he would not allow you to feel obligated to reciprocate his own selfish desires simply because he was ranked higher than you were. 

There was the rustle of cloth, the whisper of cotton on skin, and he fought the images of you donning his clothes. Oh, how will he ever wear that tunic ever again and not think of you?

You were wonderful and smart and were filled with endless ideas for new laws and trade. But in his quiet moments, he wondered what you would feel like under his touch, wondered what sort of sounds you would make.

How would you say his name? In a whisper? A gasp?

In a cry of pleasure?

He spied the wooden box you had brought with you on the side table and shook his head. Damn Faramir for putting him in such a position! What could possibly be so important?

“I, um — I’m just going to look at what my brother sent. Do not be alarmed by my movement,” he said and heard you hum in assent.

With slow, measured steps, he made his way to the box and opened it.

“Faramir said you needed maps,” you muttered behind him.

There were maps indeed, but they were just the regular sort that anyone could buy at the market cartographer. He frowned, rifling through the parchment, and pulled out the envelope tucked in between the papers.

Brother, 

Forgive my deception, but I hope my interference will be forgiven. Aragorn has written to me saying he is on the verge of tearing his hair out at the sight of you two. Eowyn and I are not faring much better here in Emyn Arnen with the constant pacing and faraway looks my, our, friend has whenever they return from the city. 

I pray you spare all of us any more heated longing stares. 

Best of  luck,

Faramir

The nerve of his brother! To send you out in the storm simply for the purposes of… of… matchmaking! The paper crinkled in his grip and his eyes wandered down to the scrawl at the bottom.

P.S. I am not so foolish as to send them out in anything threatening. Spring storms may be chilly, but hardly dangerous. 

That mollified him little and he grumbled. 

“Is anything the matter?” you asked. “Were they damaged in the rain?”

“No, not at all. It is nothing. Simply my brother being… my brother.” 

He read the letter again. Pacing… faraway looks… heated stares… Was his brother implying…? No, that could not be, could it? But, then again, perhaps he did not imagine the way you would linger in the sitting room after dinner or how he would feel your eyes on him sometimes. Your expression was always unreadable, careful and controlled, that he could hardly be sure of what you felt for him. If you felt anything at all. 

And yet, Faramir’s letter…

Your bare feet shuffled on the stone. “You may turn around if you wish.”

He folded the letter away and replaced it along with the maps into the box. He turned and his stomach clenched at the sight of you.

You were bathed in the warm light of the fire, your skin aglow, incandescent in the dim light. His tunic was loose on you and the front ties of the collar were undone, revealing the skin of your chest. His eyes wandered down to the pile of wet clothes on the floor and he spotted, what were unmistakably, underthings, heaped on top. 

Heat flared low in his belly and he glanced away. 

You. Naked under his clothes. Valar help him. 

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Boromir had that look in his eyes again, all aflame and intense, except he was directing it at one of the tapestries on the wall. You glanced down at the wet clothes at your feet. Well, he could not have reasonably expected you to keep your underthings on, could he?

He was still staring at the wall. His jaw was tense and his hands were clenched by his sides. You took a step forward and he stood straighter. His eyes cut to yours for a moment, smoldering with want, before they went back to the wall. He took a shuddering breath and you took another step. 

Perhaps if you couldn’t act, you could make him act first instead.

You fought a smile and walked to stand before him. You could smell him fully then, his familiar musk mingling with cedar from the scent he favoured.

“Boromir,” you whispered.

His eyes snapped to you and he swallowed.

“Boromir.” 

You tipped your head to the side and parted your lips.

“Boromir.”

He crashed his lips against yours, his hands coming up to cradle your face. He deepened the kiss, his chest rumbling in a low moan when your fingers curled into his shirt. He tasted like the bitter tea he favoured after dinner. His hand drifted down, skimming your waist before coming to rest on your hip. Your nails scraped at the nape of his neck and he groaned.

His body was warm, hot even. He pressed himself closer to you and you could feel him, hard, against you. Heat pooled in your stomach and you moaned his name. His hand slipped under the hem of your shirt and he pulled back for a moment. “Is this alright?”

You nodded and tipped your head back. “Don’t stop.”

“I’ve… wanted this… for weeks,” he said, kisses drifting towards your jaw. The delightful scratch of his beard was followed by soft, warm lips as he worked his way down your neck. “Wanted you.”

“You should have done something.”

He smiled against your skin. “I’m doing something now.”

His lips paused at the curve of your neck and shoulder, sucking for a moment, as his hand slid up your side, his touch gentle but demanding. Your fingers fumbled with the ties on his tunic and tugged on the fabric. He pulled it off and tossed it to the side and he stood flushed and grinning before you. You trailed your fingers down his solid chest, past his stomach, following the light dusting of hair down.

“Maddening man, you —”

There was a knock on the door and you yelped, startling away from him. 

“Who is it?” he asked, voice low and rough. He cleared his throat. “What is the matter?”

“Should we prepare a hot bath for your friend in the spare room?” The servant’s voice was muffled through the door.

His eyes darted to yours before a smirk spread across his face. “There is no need for that, thank you.”

There was the sound of retreating footsteps and you exhaled. Boromir let out a relieved chuckle and pulled you towards him. 

“Sending my warm bath away?” You threw a challenging look at him. “How ever will I get warm?”

“I can think of a great many ways.”

“Will I like any of them?”

“I think you will find that you’ll like all of them.”

He dipped his head, capturing your lips, and tugged you in the direction of his bedroom.

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I never realised just how quick things can head into a mature rating until I wrote this lmao. Not sure if I will ever write smut but well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (maybe)

Tags: @sotwk @ass-deep-in-demons @thetempleofthemasaigoddess @hippodameia

#boromir x reader #boromir x y/n #boromir x you #lotr fic #lotr fanfiction #lotr fanfic #boromir

[cloudsmateria]

leon kennedy x reader / college au

summary: you and your best friend leon had gone off to university, too busy to see each other for the longest time you'd both been away. you eventually find the time to meet up, getting drunk and acting on some building up feelings :3

warnings: start of a smut, alcohol, not proof read idk its kind of a shit ramble that i didn't put much cohesive effort into but it's quite cute so i posted it

anyway, i’ll probably do the smut in p2

words: 2.7k

It had been a month since you last saw Leon. Ever since you started law school, and he got into his cop training program both of your schedules had been stacked, despite you both still living in the same city the 45-minute commute to each other's homes was too much. As your best friend, you both managed to call each other every other night, confiding about whatever stupid experiences you both had in your new lives.

Tonight, you finally were able to agree on him coming to your apartment tonight, as you finally managed to get all work out of the way to have a fully free weekend off. You didn't realise how excited you were for his arrival until he texted you he was at the door. You sprinted through the halls and threw the door open.

"Leon!" You shout, jumping onto him and wrapping your arms around him.

"Y/n." He smiled, hugging you back.

“I haven’t seen you in way too long.” 

“We saw each other on Facetime last night.” You finally pull away with a smile. 

“You won’t even let me have a moment to be sweet.”

“It weirds me out, you're impossible to take seriously.” He rolls his eyes in response as he walks into your apartment, falling onto your couch, you sit next to him, kicking your legs up and leaning your head against his shoulder. “Did you wanna order takeout?”

“I wanted to go out. Haven’t left my apartment to explore the city since I joined the training academy. But we’ll just stay in here for a few minutes, catch me up, then we can go outside and do dumb shit.”

“Catch you up on what?” You laughed. “You’ve been my virtual therapist for the past month. Let’s talk about you. Show me what you learnt in your training or something, entertain me.”

“You’re right, you’ve talked too much, your voice gives me a headache.” You slap his chest and he lets out a light laugh, grabbing your wrists and pulling you over him to lay on his chest. “Get comfortable first, it’s long.”

“Doubt it.”

“You have it easy. This training is just as physically draining as it is mentally.”

“It shows. You’ve grown a lot since I last saw you.” You say, tracing your finger up his arm that has noticeably grown in size, and he’s already been going gym since he was 15.

He laughs. “You must've missed me bad, I’ve never seen you this nice.”

“What’s the training like?”

“I’m at the top of the class right now but the coaches are fucking evil, 4 people have already left.” He rambles on about the jarring people he’s met and the few friends that he’s made until the story is over and he gets up regretfully as he loses the weight of your body on top of him. You go into your room to change as you are still in pyjamas, getting into a skirt with a baggy sweater you wore a little too much.

“Is that my jumper?” Leon asked as you walked out. “Is it? I've had it for ages." He steps closer and snorts when he gets a closer look, flipping the back to see the label.

"You stole this from me last year."

"You mean I borrowed it indefinitely."

"I could arrest you."

"I'd like to see you try your best, trainee. It looks better on me anyway, finders keepers."

"What if I took it back off you?"

"You'd have to catch me first."

"I'm pretty fast."

"Not as fast as me." You grin before pushing him and sprinting out of your apartment, the sound of his footsteps trailing behind you.

"You think you can lose me?!" He taunted.

"I've done it before!" You shout back, running down the stairs of the apartment complex, and out into the streets, almost losing your breath from how much you were laughing. Suddenly, he sped up to an ungodly speed, picking you up when he caught up and throwing you over his shoulder. "Oh my god! What do they feed you in training?!" You yell, slapping his back.

"Mostly protein." He says, sarcastically.

"Are you gonna put me down or carry me around the city like a caveman?"

"I’ll drop you."

"Don't even joke about that." He laughs.

"Fine, fine, I won't." He puts you down and you both start walking around the city, looking for a corner store to get into.

"Let’s get wasted." You say, pointing to a small corner store.

"You’re so irresponsible." He said, going into the store and coming back out with soda and a bottle of vodka, he popped it open instantly when he came out, taking in a mouthful without wincing, passing it over to you straight after as you both walked down the street.

"I found this nice spot, it's 5 minutes from here."

"You didn't tell me about this when we were on Facetime."

"I was hoping to show you in person, I haven't told anyone else about it." You say, taking a mouthful of the burning liquid, coughing slightly, and passing it back over.

"Well, lead the way."

After a few minutes, you were standing on the roof of an abandoned, bordered car park with a pretty view of the river that ran through the city. You already had a wooden bench up there that you took as someone left it on the side of the road.

"How did you find this?" Leon asks.

"I just went on a walk one day and saw the entrance was bordered up and decided to explore, no-one ever comes up here." You said, leaning against the rails. "How much have we drank?"

"About a quarter of the bottle. Do you want more?" He asked.

"Yeah." He passes it over to you. "Do you remember the time we broke into that abandoned hospital near our high school?"

"And you freaked out when you thought that fake skeleton was real.."

"You're never gonna let that go are you?"

"We had to climb out of the window and I had to catch you before you fell to your death. Of course, I'm not going to let it go, you owe me."

"What do you want then? A drink?”

"I can pay for my own drinks and I just paid for yours." He said signalling to the bottle in your hand.

"You get to continue to enjoy my lovely company, that's all I owe you."

"Good enough." He sighed, taking a swig. The both of you sit around, both of you talking each other's ears off until he makes a suggestion.

"We should play a game."

"What's the game?"

"Truth or dare."

"Yes! I don't remember the last time we played this. Truth."

"Any crushes yet?"

"Honestly, not really. There are some cute guys in my uni but I'm just too busy with work. Truth or Dare."

"Dare."

"I dare you to finish the bottle."

"No problem." He said, finishing the bottle, and dropping it on the ground. You laughed at him, knowing he's going to be out of his mind later.

“You’ve been going to too many parties.” You say, watching in astonishment. “This is definitely some pretence for a future alcohol problem.”

“You’re gonna be the reason for my future alcoholism.”

“To be fair you are the type to become an alcoholic over a girl.”

“You’re that girl. You’re the most annoying thing in my life and I can’t get rid of you.” 

You hit his arm.

“You hit me too. Can’t get worse.” You roll your eyes with a smile.

“Seriously, you got anything going on with any girls?” You ask, feeling a bit of tension rise. He gives you a knowing grin. “Because I love gossip, don’t get any ideas.”

“Yeah, her name is Sienna. Funny girl, might ask her out soon.” You nod, questionably annoyed. “I’m joking. God. You look like you’ve seen a ghost, got something you wanna tell me?”

“The alcohol is just hitting.” You say. “Don’t get so full of yourself. You know I wouldn’t get with you if you were the last man on earth.”

“Yeah, right.” He smiles amusedly, a plan in mind. “Truth or dare, y/n?”

"Dare."

"Kiss me." Your heart stops.

"I'm not kissing you."

"You have to."

“Do I?”

“Never took you for a girl who’d pussy out on a dare.”

You sigh.

"You have some sick satisfaction out of tormenting me." You say, standing up and straddling his thighs. Fuck. You can feel the thick muscles of his shoulders as you rest your hands upon them. 

"You have no idea." You stare at him with a small frown.

"You're so lucky I'm drunk." You lean in slowly, feeling his fingers trace over your skin, sending goosebumps all over your body. You're just a few centimetres away from his lips, your lips parting, your heart thumping, his gaze dropping down to your lips. Suddenly, you hear him quietly laugh as you start to close your eyes.

"I'm not actually going to kiss you." He says.

"What?"

"You don't have to kiss me, it was a joke."

"Oh god." You sigh, faceplanting into his shoulder.

"You're so cute." He snorts, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I think you’re the one who’s gonna make me an alcoholic." You mumble. 

“Come on, let’s go back to your apartment before you jump off the railings.” He says, letting you get off.

"You're evil." You say once you get to the ground.

"And you're so gullible. How is someone supposed to not take advantage of that?"

"Now you’re showing your true colours, you’re going to regret saying that." You say as menacing as you can, before tripping up from how tipsy you were, just for him to grab the back of your sweater to keep you upright.

"Keep threatening me, I love it."

“Freaky bastard.”

“You have no idea.” He says, grabbing your hand to speed you up for you to trip again, he laughs as you manage to catch yourself. “Do you need me to carry you?”

“No thanks.”

“Too bad because I want to get back in a timely manner.” He says, wrapping his arm around the back of your knees and carrying you off. You weren’t going to complain. 

“Are you not drunk?”

“I’m drunk. I just have more spatial awareness than you.” He carries you the quick 5 minutes to your house. Managing to walk all the way up the stairs with you still in his arms, his stamina was kind of hot, or maybe those were just drunk thoughts. 

He sets you down on your couch, getting you both a glass of water to put on your side table. 

"I didn’t say this but I took some judo classes." You say, just letting whatever dumb shit stumble out your mouth as you take a sip from the glass.

"Did you now?" He says sarcastically.

"We should spar."

"You never fail to surprise me with your stupid ideas." He says while watching you get up. "Are you that confident?"

"You're scared, that's why you're trying to chicken out." He pushes himself up off the couch.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.” He says, watching you hype yourself up, jumping up and down.

“Come on, let’s go.”

“Come at me then.” He said, fully intending to go easy on you. You quickly try to tackle him onto the floor, wrapping your leg around him to drop him, and to his shock he falls onto his back, leaving him groaning and rubbing his back. “I didn’t think you were being serious.”

“Fuck yeah! Told you you’d regret it!” You shout, jumping up, he grabs your leg and pulls it down making you fall over him, rolling over so that you were pinned down by your wrists.

“How cute, Leon.” You smile, tucking feet underneath him onto his chest and launching off you and getting up. You usually weren’t this successful given you’d only gone to 2 classes, the drunkenness definitely provided you some much-needed confidence. He laughs breathlessly from the rollercoaster you just put him through, resting on his wrists for a second before standing up with you. 

“You wanted me to show you what I learnt in training right?” He says, as you rub your hands together mischievously. You run toward him, him holding both of your hands when you try to push him, pushing against each other as he swipes both your feet from under you and pins you to the floor, his shins pressing on your thighs to make sure you don’t pull the same trick again. Both of you are still breathing heavily from the high of the last round. 

 "You should give up now." He whispers, lacing his fingers in between your own.

"You should know better." You whisper back, smiling. His eyes drop down to your lips, his head fogged as the alcohol in his system starts to kick in more.

"What if I don't?" He leans in, brushing his lips over yours, your stomach fluttering, you were so glad you were drunk. You never would've come up with this idea if you were sober.

"What are you doing, Leon?" 

"Beating you up.”

"You're drunk."

"So are you." He replies, connecting your lips. The kiss is slow and soft. Not how you expected a drunk make-out to be. His lips part and your tongue meet his, the both of you letting out quiet sounds as the kiss gets more heated, his body weight shifting down. His arms wrap around your waist, under your jumper as he stands up with your legs wrapped around him. "We shouldn't be making out on the living room floor." He says and presses his lips against yours again. You were already a little light-headed from the alcohol, his lips trailing down your jawline, your neck, the soft breaths of his breath against your skin, it was almost dizzying. His foot pushes your bedroom door open and he places you down on the bed his lips still all over and his fingers lifting the jumper over your head. He trails his fingers over the waistband of your skirt.

"How much did you miss me?" He breathes against your lips.

"More than anything."

"How much did you miss me, Leon?"

“I was going insane." He whispers, his fingers slipping into your underwear, sliding them off and throwing them across the room. He sits up, taking his shirt off.

"Now that's just the alcohol talking."

"It's not, the time away made me realise something I should've ages ago." He said, leaning back over and kissing you. His hand trailed back down under your skirt, a finger gliding over your slit, a soft moan coming from his lips.

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[fandomnsfw]

Cherry - James Potter x Barmaid!Reader

Pairing: James Potter x Barmaid!Reader

Prompt: the songs Cherry by Harry Styles and the song Best Friends by Rex Orange County

Warnings: smut basically. (Also first song type fic so go easy on me!)

No Beta today lovelies let me know about spelling errors. ENJOY!!!

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You clutched your jacket to your body, running as fast as you could, your heart pounding against your chest as your lungs fought to take in more air. Your hair was whipping in the wind as you sped around the corner straight towards The Three Broomsticks. The second you burst into the pub everyone stared at you in mild shock before going about their evening. 

“Y/N your late!” Rosmerta huffed making you pout. 

“I know I was up late helping my sister with her homework.” You sighed as you slid the denim jacket off your shoulders before wrapping the plain black apron around your waist, putting your notepad and pen in the left pocket then your small tea towel hanging out the right pocket. 

“Be warned The Marauders are playing tonight so it's gonna be packed.” Rosmerta explained as she began ringing someone up. 

“O-Oh. Awesome.” You stuttered as you tried to control your emotions. 

“Don’t tell me you still fancy Ja--

“I am well aware he has Lily you don’t need to remind me.” You glared at her making her eyes widen. 

“Actually, they split up about 6 months ago.” Rosmerta whispered with a smirk. 

“R-Really?” You whispered trying to conceal the small flicker of hope. 

“There was a rumour that she found out one of his songs was about another girl.” You heard Frank whisper behind you making you jump a little. 

“I hate it when you do that. That’s the most stupid rumour I’ve ever heard.” You snorted with an eye roll. 

“It’s Cherry.” Her stated and suddenly you couldn’t breathe.

“I don’t think I’ve heard it.” You muttered with a frown. 

You had gone to school with both the Marauders and The Valkyries. You had been friends with them for the most part but they weren’t people you overly saw outside of school. So, when school finished you never really spoke to them again. When you got a job here, you’d occasionally see them after they performed. However, when they got more popular, they started doing bigger gigs. You had even dated James in year 9 when you were both 13 but you were kids, so it didn’t last. You both thought you were so mature, calling each other baby and kissing cutely behind the side of the science block.

You grinned at the adorable memory before shaking it off just in time to see The Marauders walk through the side door. You looked up to see those same hazel eyes, even to this day you would recognise in a crowd, even after all this time they still made you heart clench. You hadn’t seen him in over a year, it felt surreal. 

“Holy shit! Is that little Y/N Y/L/N?” You heard Sirius shouted excitedly making you tear your eyes away from James who was staring at you liked he’d seen a ghost. 

“We were in the same year, ya’ fuckin’ numpty.” You snorted making Sirius grin. 

“Hey show some respect! I'm a rockstar now!” Sirius laughed causing you to roll your eyes.

“Ha! I don’t give a shit if you're selling out 100,000 tickets love. This is my domain.” You snickered before passing him a beer.

“How’s Evan? You guys have been together since...year 10 right?” Sirius asked excitedly as he sipped his beer. 

“We broke up, about 2 years ago actually.” You muttered awkwardly as you tried to busy yourself drying the rim of a glass with your tea towel. 

“Oh! That sucks.” Remus sighed sadly as his eyes flickered towards James. 

“Right, I'm letting in the crazies so get yourself set up lads!” Rosmerta shouted as she pointed to the small stage in the corner of the pub. 

You watched the set as the boys played happily, they hadn’t changed in the slightest, even now with such a serious fanbase. They were still fun and down to earth. You watched the first few songs with interest as you served the gaggles of girls that were cheering too loudly but you couldn’t blame them. They’re in their element up on stage, like they’d always been. You chuckled as Remus and Peter told the other two they needed a break. 

“We’re gonna play Cherry whilst our Drummer and Bassist take a break.” James muttered breathlessly into the mic.

Sirius began playing a beautiful tune on his acoustic guitar that you instantly felt a connection with. It almost sounded like the first random tune James created when he first learnt to play guitar. You decided to take you break and stand a little closer to the stage. This is the song Frank had said was about someone else. When James started singing you listened to the lyrics intently. 

‘Don't you call him baby. We're not talking lately, Don't you call him what you used to call me.’ He looked at the floor as he sang making you frown in confusion, he usually sang with a lot more confidence, until he finally looked up to meet your eyes.

‘I, I confess I can tell that you are at your best, I'm selfish so I'm hating it.’ His eyes bore into yours and you couldn’t understand why, but you figured maybe the spotlight was obstructing his view.

‘I noticed that there's a piece of you in how I dress, Take it as a compliment. Don't you call him baby We're not talking lately Don't you call him what you used to call me’ You frowned as you realised he was wearing a red plaid shirt over a white T-shirt similar to one you had back in school. Don’t be stupid Y/N it’s not about you, you thought to yourself.

‘I, I just miss I just miss your accent and your friends. Did you know I still talk to them? Does he take you walking round his parents' gallery?’ You instantly felt your heart stop as your eyes widened. This song was about you, Evan’s parents owned an art gallery in the next town over. You looked for an escape spotting the door to the outdoor smoking area and immediately sped out the pub telling Frank you’d be back soon as you shoved past the hordes of girls. 

“You okay Y/N?” You heard someone shout as you got outside. 

“Is that song about me?” You asked blatantly making Remus smile sadly. 

“Its one of them.” Remus answered calmly taking a pull of his fag. 

“THERES MORE?” You shouted, your jaw dropping in shock.

“Yeah, there's also Best Friend that’s an old one though.” Remus laughed calmly, you grabbed the half-smoked fag from his fingertips and took a long drag of it. 

“You were always...the one that got away, I guess. You dated as children, but I think James always wished you guys had waited until later in life.” Remus added making your eyes soften. 

“This isn’t why Lily and James broke up is it?” You asked, guilt swimming in your gut but the question had laughing again. 

“Nah, Lily came out the closet.” Remus chuckled making your eyes widen.

“O-Oh okay.” You chuckled shyly before passing the lit smoke back to Remus which he motion for you to smoke. 

Remus left you to your thoughts as you took drag after drag trying to calm yourself down. Your hands were shaking causing the ash to drop off the cherry-Cherry…why was it called that? You thought curiously your nerves fading into curiosity. Just then you looked up to find those hazel eyes staring at you from the exit of the smoking area.

“Hey.” He muttered like he couldn’t quite believe you were here.

“Why Cherry?” You asked abruptly making his mouth open as if to say something but he paused for a moment before finally speaking.

“You had this red tinted lip gloss…when we dated, it was the girliest thing you owned, and it tasted like Cherry. You wore it everyday for a whole year even after we broke up, then in year 10 you started dating Evan and stopped wearing it.” He answered softly making your heart clench.

“I can’t believe you remember that. That was 12 years ago.” You chuckled in disbelief.

“I remember everything about you…about us. Like how you never used to style your hair because you’d always run your hand through it and ruin it. Or how you didn’t wear much makeup in summer because you have hayfever and are always rubbing your eyes. You used to hate the colour yellow but you think your baby sister looks amazing in it. I remember how you used to love when I’d play with your hair. I also remember the last time we really spoke, it was just after we had finished 6th form and we all went to the pub. You were out having a smoke and Evan had already passed out at the booth. I said to you that I was glad I’d met you and you replied—

—Don’t be such a sap. Just buy me somet nice when yer’ a rockstar.” You finished for him with a laugh which was quickly silenced when you looked at James hand that was holding a box in his hand.

Your eyes widened as you stared at the box like it was about to bite you. He seemed to find this amusing but he swallowed his laugh and opened to box showing you the contents. There sat a white gold chain with a white gold and rose gold cherry pendant hanging off it. He took it out the box, sliding the empty velvet box into his pocket before approaching you. You could feel tears building in your eyes as he came behind you.

“I was jokin’ ya’ fuckin’ sap.” You sniffled so quietly you were sure he heard you.

“I wanna say I forgot how much I love your accent but that would be a lie.” He chuckled happily as he lower the chain around your neck.

His fingers brushed against the skin at the back of your neck causing your body to come alive, goosebumps all over your body, you held your breath, praying this moment would never end. He did the clasp so slowly, you knew it was intentional, but you didn’t care you welcomed it. 

“Can I take you out next week?” He whispered in your ear his hands brushing all the way down your spine over your clothes.

 “Y-Yes.” You stuttered almost breathlessly.

**********

You were just sliding your white strappy heels when the knock on the door came. You brushed off your white satin shirt that was tucked into a grey tight mini skirt that hugged your hips perfectly. You opened the door and instantly saw a bunch of what looked like a bouquet of flowers but when you took a longer glance you realised it was multi coloured chocolate covered fruit made to look like flowers.

“I suggest this be put in your fridge and not a vase.” James joked making you grin.

“Probably for the best. These are awesome, way better than normal flowers.” You giggled as you pulled out two gold dusted white chocolate cover strawberries before placing the ‘bouquet’ into the fridge.

“You’re wearing the lipgloss.” He muttered in shock as you passed him one of the strawberries.

“Well I’m wearing a cherry lipgloss. I don’t think they even sell the brand I had 12 years ago.” You giggled before biting into your own strawberry.

“You look gorgeous.” He muttered happily as he finished his strawberry, popping the stick in the bin before holding out his hand for you.

“I would return the sentiment but you have enough fan girls doing it for me. Where are we going?” You snickered as you slid your hand into his, lacing your fingers together.

“Thought I’d take you to that little Italian place they just opened then maybe dancing?” He muttered nervously making you soften.

“You could’ve said McDonald’s and I’d of been happy cos I’d still be with you.” You replied sweetly making him grin from ear to ear. 

“Careful, you almost sound like a sap.” He teased you playfully.

“I’m not 18 and emotionally stunted. I’m  allowed to be a sap.” You argued with a cute pout on your lips.

“Stop pouting or the only place I’ll be taking you will be the old science block.” He whispered in your ear as you both exited your flat block.

“Mr Potter the scandal!” You exclaimed in a Scottish accent, a clear imitation of the time Ms McGonagall when she’s found you both behind a wall kissing. Though you had joked back your cheek we’re still painted red with James previous ‘threat’.  

“Oh I miss Minnie. I wonder how she’s doing?” James sighed softly with a small smile on his face.

“I see her at Tesco a lot. She seems well. She recently retired lives just at the edge of Hogsmeade in a small cottage.” You answered with a grin.

“I miss living here. Don’t get me wrong I love being able to play music and live with my surrogate brothers but I miss the quiet here. I still come back to see mum and dad but it’s not the same.” James sighed as he looked around at everything around him as you both started walking towards the restaurant hand in hand.

“Could you not live here but still do your gigs?” You asked with a soft frown on your face.

“I never thought so but recently Remus has been talking about being closer to his parents. They moved up here a few years ago when Remus mortgaged them a little cottage with 2 bedrooms. I think he wants to settled down, have some roots. Sirius is a wild card though. He’d rather be in a new city every night. Peter only has his mum so I think he’d be happy to move back here too. So really it’s just Sirius stopping us.” James rambled making you smile at the utter familiarity of it.

“He’s dating that Pop singer right?” You laughed making James roll his eyes.

“I think she really understood him and it freaked him out so he ended it not long before we got here. That’s my guess anyway…he won’t talk to me about it.” James huffed with an eye roll. 

“Idiot.” You snorted as you both saw the restaurant ahead.

James opened the door as you both approached it, his face lighting up when you leaned up to kiss his cheek before walking past him into the restaurant. James stood in front of the host with a polite smile. However when the young woman looked up her face instantly lit up.

“You’re Jame Potter right? The lead singer of the Marauders?” She asked as if trying to keep the excitement out her voice.

“Yeah we have a table booked for 7.” He replied with a smile.

“I love your new song Cherry.” She gushed as she showed him the way your table clearly not even bothering with your presence.

“Thank you! Can we get two glasses of red please? And some menus?” James asked as he pulled out your seat and suddenly the girls eyes were on you. 

She scanned you with a look of mild disgust until she caught sight of something on you that seemed to have her flushing, with anger or embarrassment, you weren’t sure but you looked down and instantly realised you had the Cherry necklace James had given you on.

“Two glasses of red. Got it, here’s your menus.” She stated in a professional tone that made your eyes widen. When she walked away you turned to James with a deadpan look.

“She totally knows.” You whispered nervously.

“Knows what?” He asked with a frown.

“That I’m Cherry.” You hissed as she began coming back towards the table with two glasses of wine.

“Thank you.” You said sweetly making her eyes narrow before turning back to James.

“Can I get a quick picture and an autograph?” She asked in a sickeningly sweet tone that made you laugh behind your wine glass.

“Do you mind?” James asked you sweetly making you smile with rose tinted cheeks.

“Of course not love.” You whispered softly making him grin happily. 

He jumped up, posing for a picture with the girl before grabbing a napkin and signing it for her. She gave him a bright grin before scampering off probably to text her friends. You watched as James sat down with a happily look on his face.

“You’re really in your element aren’t you?” You chuckled softly as he looked up into your eyes, sipping his wine.

“Without our ‘fans’ I really would be no where. Did you know the first record company that approached us was because a young woman who worked there, retweeted a video clip of our gig in a run down underground bar in London. She gushed about it so much a few of the higher ups saw it. Sirius got his first photoshoot because a photographer saw her teenaged daughter liking a bunch of the bands Instagram pictures. Without fans we would probably be washed up nobody’s.” He explained and you felt your heart melt. 

“I’m so glad you stayed the same baby.” You whispered with a cheeky grin.

“I never called Evan baby by the way. Just wanted to clear that up.” You giggled making him flush.

“Good. I-I never called Lily it either.” James replied making you smile a sincere smile.

“Good.” You sassed playfully making him chuckle.

You both finally ordered food, flirting over the dinner table with an alarming amount of ease. It felt natural, like this was a normal everyday date night; and not the first proper date you two had ever been on. You laughed, you both got tearful and nostalgic. Everything was going swimmingly until your ex boyfriend walked in with a blonde girl you knew was his secretary.

When you both locked eyes he seemed to go through a slew of emotions ranging from sadness to love, until he caught sight of James and it all turned to anger. 

“I want to say I’m surprised but I really shouldn’t be should I?” Evan scoffed quietly as he approach your table.

“Evan, how are you mate?” James tried casually making Evan visibly sneer at him. 

“I’m well, thank you Potter. When did you two start dating?” He spat making James’ eyes narrow.

“This is our first date.” He stated as calmly as he could, clearly surprised by his hostility.

“I’m surprised, considering you’re the reason my girlfriend of 7 years said no to my marriage proposal.” Evan spat out and suddenly everything grew silent.

“If I remember her words correctly. She said ‘I’m sorry Evan I can’t marry you. I can’t picture my life in the future with you. I thought I’d give us a chance but I can’t take the next step when I don’t feel it.’ I obviously asked what she meant by it and she said ‘The pull.’ I had no idea what she even meant. I mean I was her first PROPER boyfriend she’d never been with anyone but me. Then I found her secret little—

“Shut up Evan.” You snapped in utter humiliation.

“I found a box full of things from when you two had you 3 month long relationship in year 9. Letters, notes with music notes on them, cute little gifts you gave her. There was even a cutely pressed flower sealed in resin. I mean I’d think that was cute if she had things like that from OUR relationship but nope. Nothing.” Evan finished making tears prick your eyes.

James was never gonna wanna see me again. He’s gonna think I’m some creepy stalker that has been obsessed with him for 12 years. You went to stand up but James reached out and wrapped his hand around your wrist.

“What did you honestly think was going to happen by telling me that she’d been longing for me just like I have for her? I also have a box filled with things from her including the red plaid top she left at mine after a party in year 11.” James snorted out proudly making your jaw drop. 

You wiped the unshed tears away carefully before you glanced at Evan who looked beyond angry. He didn’t say anything else just walked to his own table silently. You turned to James who let out a small sigh making your heart clench in fear. 

“I never understood why you dated that dick.” He huffed with an eye roll.

“Because you started dating Lily.” You whispered brokenly and he looked up at you with a frown.

“I didn’t start dating Lily till you started dating Evan.” He corrected making you frown.

“No I remember seeing you and Lily at Madam P’s on a date. You bought her my favourite cream puffs.” You huffed with an eye roll.

“I bought them for you! Then when I went to give them to you you were making out with Evan!” He argued and suddenly tears pricked your eyes.

“N-No cos then that would mean I wasted 7 years with the wrong person…” You whispered sadly with tears brimming your waterline.

“Oh baby…” He muttered sympathetically before standing up to kneel at the side of your seat.

“We were kids. We didn’t know better. As adults we know it’s easier to talk about things instead of assuming.” He stated gently, his hand caressing your thigh in a soothing manner.

“Come on, I’ll pay for dinner then we can go for a walk instead of dancing?” He offered sweetly making your heart pound heavily in your chest.

You gave a nod and collected your purse as he signalled for the waiter. The waiter came over with the bill which you quickly offered to pay half of, but James looked psychically wounded, so you dropped it. 

He offered you his arm which you took as you both began strolling towards the park. He was quiet until we got to the floral covered entrance of the park. He clutched your hands that were resting around his bicep as he looked down at you.

“I missed you.” He suddenly said making you flush under his gaze.

“I missed you too.” You replied sweetly making him grin happily.

************

You walked into your flat, locking the door behind you and putting the latch on before throwing your keys into the bowl near the front door. You kicking off your shoes before shuffling straight towards your bedroom. When you opened the bedroom door and turned on the light,  you instantly caught sight of your boyfriend making you frown a little before you let out a squeal of happiness.

“Shit…I fell asleep.” James grumbled huskily as he sat up rubbing his eyes. He grinned at you sleepily holding his arms out.

“I thought you weren’t back till next week?” You giggled as you launched yourself into his arms.

“The show in Sheffield got cancelled cos of the rain. So we came back early.” He explained as he nuzzled into your neck.

You and James had been dating for about a month, you’d only given him a key because he was always away so you told him if he ever got back early he was welcome to chill at yours. You guys had yet to take it to the next step, you weren’t sure why he was hesitant, but for the past three days since you’d accidentally given a full view of James naked torso over FaceTime, you’d been insatiable.

“I missed you baby.” You whispered in a rather seductive tone as you settles on his lap and leaned down to kiss him softly.

“Mmm missed you too.” He mumbled as he pulled away from the kiss. 

“Nope m’not done yet.” You grumbled as you brought him in for a more heated kiss.

He gasped against you lips but his hands gripped at the back of your work shirt. You moaned against his lips, your tongue sliding along his bottom lip teasingly before pulling away with a grin.

“I need a shower. You are welcome to join me.” You offered with a wink as you climbed off his lap to strip down to your undies.

“I’ll wait until your out. I’m not making love to you for the first time in the shower.” He chuckled as he stripped off his T-shirt and laid back on your bed with a smirk.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes raked over his now naked torso. It was like he was sculpted by the gods. The only thing you could think of in that moment was, I wanna lick him. He reached down and cupped his package, something that would usually make you roll your eyes but instead you found yourself wanting to drop to your knees and beg him to use you. 

“Ugh it should be illegal how fuckin’ hot you are.” You huffed before stomping off to your bathroom with a pout.

When you got into the shower you sighed happily, you realised you’d thankfully shaved the day before as well as washed your hair so it saved time. You quickly put on a shower cap before stepping into the water to start washing. You used your expensive lush Snow fairy shower gel, smiling at the sweet smell. Once done you got out and dried yourself off before using the matching Snow fairy body mist. 

You took the show cap off and wrapped the towel around you before wandering into your bedroom. When you walked in James looked up and immediately sat up straight. He must’ve been expecting you to come out in clothes because his face flushed softly.

“Why pray tell, are ya’ still dressed?” You smirked making him grin.

“Apologies my lady.” He exclaimed as he very dramatically dropped his pants making you openly laugh.

“Idiot.” You laughed as he threw his jeans and socks across the room leaving him in a pair of tight Calvin Kleins. 

“You look like a fuckin’ Calvin Klein advert.” You groaned deciding to wind him up as much as you felt wound up.

The second the towel dropped so did James’ jaw. You smirked as you sauntered over to the bed, your hips swaying as you went. James seemed in a slight daze as he shuffled after you. You laid down, leaning up on your elbows to raise an amused brow at him.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous baby.” He groaned as he crawled onto the bed admiring you body openly.

“Been wanting this for days.” You whispered as he hovered above you, his arms trapping you against the bed. 

“Oh really?” He teased his index finger trailing up your body slowly, until it reached your chin.

“Mhmm Sirius accidentally pointed the phone at you when you went to change a few days ago…haven’t been able to satisfy myself since.” You pouted playfully making him smile.

“Poor baby.” He whispered huskily in your ear before leaning down to kiss just below your ear making you gasp.

“Please James…” You whispered breathless arching again him as his hand slid downwards until he arrived at your hip.

He said nothing, instead he gave you what you wanted. His hand slid down a little further, his fingers brushing through your already wet folds. He groaned audibly as his finger pulled the wetness to your clit and began massaging in slowly tentative circles. You arched against him your moan long and full of desperation. 

“Feel good love?” He asked sweetly as he began pressing kisses over your chest before taking your left nipple into his mouth, suckling on it gently.

“Mhmm…oh f-fuck…just like that baby.” You moaned as he dipped two fingers into you tight wet heat before dragging them back out putting pressure on your clit before diving back in.

“Need to taste you.” James growled as he backed down the bed until his face was level with your dripping pussy.

You suddenly felt a little panic. Evan had only done this once of twice in the years you’d been together and it was never any good for you. As if James sensed your worry he sat up a little and stared at you with worried eyes.

“I-I’ve never…I’ve only done this twice a-and I-I didn’t really enjoy it..” You whispered shyly your ears and cheeks flushing bright pink.

“I’m sorry… I thought I just heard you just say you’d only had this done twice?” He whispered in disbelief making you shrink a little.

“Fuck that come ‘ere baby. Let me change your mind.” James whispered in a slight daze as he bent your legs back exposing you but before you could feel embarrassed his tongue was on you.

You moaned at the feeling as he began leaving sloppy kisses all over your exposed heat. You keened against him try to change the feeling but you loving accidentally caused his tongue to slip a little further than your pussy. You let out an embarrassing squeak covering your face with your hands as James peered up at you with the dirtiest smirk on his face, if you’d of been feeling more coherent you’d of slapped it off.

“Interesting.” He whispered smugly as he kept eye contact and over down to lick your puckered hole making you gasp loudly which was followed by a long drawn out moan as he did it again.

“Gonna file that but of information away for another day.” James chuckled huskily before moving back to your pussy which he quickly began devouring as he slid two fingers inside your sopping wet heat.

“O-Oh shit…” You moaned loudly as he pressed his fingers into your g-spot.

“Could do this all day.” James groaned, his hips grinding into the bed like a horny teenager which shouldn’t of been as attractive as it was.

“M’Close love.” You cried out as his finger sped up but his tongue stayed gentle and precise. The combination had you clenching around his fingers but you needed something but you couldn’t quite figure it out so you took the initiative.

“Stick your tongue out baby.” You moaned and he looked up at you with a hint of surprise before he looked at you lustfully and did what you asked.

You hands slid into his hair as you began grinding against his tongue. He groaned at the sight of you using him for pleasure but you couldn’t focus. You threw your head back in pure ecstasy as you thrust against his tongue.

“Fuck yes. That’s it baby…gonna cum all over your pretty face.” You moaned as your hand gripped his hair even tighter. Finally you felt yourself tumbling over the edge your thrusts erratic and untimed but you clenched around his fingers coming undone on his tongue.

“Ahhh James.” You cried out as your legs shook with the force of your orgasm. When your body turned to jelly you released his hair letting him sit up as he licked his lips happily.

“That was so fucking hot.” James growled as he leaned down to kiss you heatedly.

“Need you…Need to be inside you baby…please.” James whispered breathlessly as he shimmied out of his boxers.

“How could I say no when you look so pretty begging.” You chuckled seductively as you reached down to guide his rather large cock into your pussy.

He pushed in slowly making your head fling back in pleasure. You’d never felt this full, it was like you could feel him everywhere. You let out a long drawn out moan, your heat clenching around him as he bottomed out. He let out a husky groan, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck your so tight.” He growled against your neck making you chuckle.

“That because the only person I slept with was barely 5 inches.” You snorted and James let out a surprised laugh.

“That is the only time talking about an ex is acceptable in our love nest.” He laughed as he leaned up to kiss you passionately making you instantly forget what you’d even been talking about.

When he began thrusting inside you wet heat you let out an embarrassingly high-pitched moan that had you flushing as you attempted to bite your lip to contain anymore.

“Ah ah. Don’t you dare cover your moans. Wanna hear you.” James growled as he gently freed your lower lip from your teeth.

“James.” You moaned as he sped up his pace.

You flung your arms around him, your nails digging into his back as you lost yourself in the feeling of him inside you. You pulled him into a messy heated kiss, your hands sliding into his hair to grip it tightly.

“Fuck…harder p-please.”  You so yes as you pushed your hips up to meet his thrusts.

“We’re supposed to be making love baby.” He teased as he refused to speed up.

“James if you don’t fuck me like a whore I’m gonna get myself off while you get to sit there with blue balls.” You growled threateningly making his eyes widen.

“You my love have got a dirty little mouth on you.— he gave a deep thrust to punctuate his words.— Such— thrust—An—thrust—impatient—thrust—little—thrust—slut.” He growled before he began pounding into you.

“Fuck yes! M’ yer’ little slut though.” You moaned loudly making him groan, his cock twitching inside you as he began thrusting at an animalistic pace.

“S-Shit so tight and wet for me.” He moaned huskily against your neck, his hand squeezing your arse cheeks roughly.

You clung to his muscular body unable to do more than lay there and let him fuck into you like his own personal fuck toy. You could feel yourself building up again so you reached down to circle your clit but James slapped your hand away before leaning up to spit on your pussy, the whole scene was something you’d thought would disgust you but it only had you moaning as he brought his fingers to your clit. 

He began circling the swollen bud as he contained fucking into you roughly. You felt yourself teeter towards the edge until he began drilling straight into your g-spot knocking your orgasm out of you like a punch. You came around his cock which triggered his own orgasm, growling through gritted teeth as he came inside you. 

“F-Fuck Y/N!” He groaned deeply as his came, his thrust begin to slow down until they came to a stop. Your legs were shaking and you felt limp everywhere but you’d never felt so satisfied.

“Wow.” Was all you managed to say as James moved your left leg to lay over your right one before laying down behind you making sure he didn’t slip out.

You flushed a little at the intimacy of the whole thing but as he left soft kisses on your spine and shoulders, you closed you eyes and basked in the feeling. Usually you’d jump straight up, pee and get dressed but this felt right. 

“I—

The sound of James phone ringing broke the moment and he rolled his eyes before sliding out of your pussy causing you to let out a breathless gasp. He smirked down at you as he grabbed his phone and answered the call.

“What do you mean your outside ay/N flat?” James sighed as you passed him his boxers. He slid them on after hanging up on his best friend and walking towards the front door of your flat. 

“Sorry to interrupt you screw sesh but this is important!” Sirius exclaimed as he pulled out the bands shared tablet and slapped it into James hand.

“Your ex girlfriend posted a new single?” James questioned with a frown as you finally came into the room dress in James t-shirt.  

The second the song finished you burst out laughing. You knew you shouldn’t of but the fact was, it WAS fucking hilarious in your eyes. 

“You finally pissed off the wrong girl.” You snorted through your laughter.

“What the fuck do I do now! Everyone knows this is about me!” Sirius growled as he began pacing.

“It’s a good song?” James tried as he tried to hold back his own laughter.

“Are you serious?” Sirius screamed making you fall into another round of laughter.

“Karma. Am I right?” You smirked before plugging the tablet into you speaker with the aux cable before blasting out the song.

“I don’t speak boy shit!” You cheered as you did a little dance making James burst out laughing. 

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[justjams2003]

Fast Pace- 14

I'd just like to thank @multi-universe21 for the Spanish Translations for these last two chapters.

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smut (Actually this time!!), sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', nudity, i guess Instagram posts?? Tell me if I missed any

Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @roseseraj @skepvids @sain55wifey @distinguishedvoidlady @amatswimming @sachaa-ff @lightdragonrayne @lazybot @formula1mount @fangirl-dot-com @saintslewis @carlossainzwho @lordpercevalcharles @topguncultleader @kitixie @serp3ns0rtiae @hangmandruigandmav @therealone4r @keii134 @dark-night-sky-99 @jax-the-oregonian @hachrinnen @formulaal

Word count: 3,4k

Masterlist

Part 13 ~Part 15 (coming soon)

Glamour 

“Y/N Y/S/N; the new ambassador for Armani Beauty.”  

Elle Magazine 

“Y/N Y/S/N looks simply gorgeous in the new Armani Beauty: My Way perfume ad.”  

Vogue Magazine 

“Y/N Y/S/N puts new handbag brand DeMellier on the map with a stunning ad.”  

Us Weekly 

“Does Y/N Y/S/N deserve her new found fame, or has it been sped up by boyfriend Carlos Sainz?”  

Us Weekly 

“Y/N Y/S/N’s fame has skyrocketed in the past view months, going from a mere 200 followers to 2 million in 3 months.”  

E!News 

“Carlos Sainz and his girlfriend seen in Madrid. Her Instagram shows them moving in together.”  

Y/N’s_username  05 October 2023 

Liked by: CarlosSainz55, Charles_Leclerc, Alexandrasaintmleux, francisca.cgomes and 556,794 more.  Caption: What more could a girl ask for? The perfect birthday, the perfect boyfriend and the perfect life. 24 Years but this one has been the best, all thanks to you, Mon amour. 💘  Tagged: CarlosSainz55   Comments:   CarlosSainz55: So much love for you Mi amor, happy birthday 💝 

Charles_Leclerc: Happy Birthday Y/N, you make Carlos so happy.  

Charles_Leclerc: P.s. Carlos, you’re setting the bar too high.  

Alexandrasaintmleux: Happy Birthday, gorgeous! 💕 

Francisca.cgomes: Happy Birthday, you amazing girl! So happy to have you part of the wags. To so many more get aways during those boring media days. 👀💖💖 

Username1: Y/N’s getting that princess treatment👀  Username2: Is it princess treatment or is she getting that sugar baby money?  Username1: No way, look at them! They’re in love.   Username2: What I can’t look past is that age gap👀 

Username3: The nicknames they have for each other? When is it my turn😭 

Username4: That’s a ten year age gap! That’s not right.   Username5: I think it’s hot. 

Username5: Someone play Lana Del Rey. 

Y/N’susername  13 November 2023

Liked by: CarlosSainz55, Charles_Leclerc, Alexandrasaintmleux, francisca.cgomes, LandoNorris and 493,618 more.  Sun, beach and the love of my life.   Tagged: CarlosSainz55  

Comments: 

CarlosSainz55: What more could I want?  

Username1: Dead. She’s killed us all.  

Username2: I’d love to be those rocks. Lurking.  

Username3: She’s living my dream life 😭 

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F1News 

“Carlos Sainz’s car is wrecked after driving over manhole cover.”  

F1News 

“Carlos Sainz receives penalty after having to replace his Chassis.”  

F1News 

“People are enraged after Carlos Sainz’s got recked during the train wreck that is the Las Vegas GP.”  

Your heart is pounding as the loud bang rings through the entire paddock. You hadn’t been watching the practice, you’d been enjoying a drink with Alex. It is Las Vegas after all, you’re there more to party than to watch the race. But the sound has you disregarding the drink entirely. Your eyes scan all over the hospitality, trying to find a tv or something to see what happened.  

But when you do see that classic red Ferrar with the stripped 55 painted on illuminate in a huge cloud of sparks, your heart sinks into your shoes. That’s a lot more than normal, not to mention the sound has you panicking. You run through the hospitality sector all the way to the garage, right in time to see him box.  

Carlos doesn’t climb out instantly, he just sits there in the seat, his head lulled back on the headrest. It makes your heart race even more. He said on the coms that he’s okay, but this isn’t much of a good sign. You can hear Caco in his hears telling me that he’s okay and everything will be alright. But, it’s not the same.   

Eventually though, he does climb out. Slowly at that, each of his movements happen at a snail’s pace. Even with his helmet off, he doesn’t instantly find you. He just kind of stands there, still in shock. So instead, you find him. Not caring for the engineers. You wrap your arms tightly around him, he weighs heavy in your arms as if he’s leaning all your weight on him.  

“Are you okay? You scared me half to death.” He lets out an airy chuckle. “I’m sorry, mi futura esposa, I’m sorry.” Carlos’ voice is just as heavy as him. “What happened?” Caco comes next to you, more worried for his cousin than the formula one driver. Carlos sighs, his arm still wrapped around your waist, with you close by his side.  

“I don’t know. I hit something on the road and all of the suddenly I couldn’t feel my legs and all I saw were sparks.” His eyes seem more scared than usual. “Come on, we’ll go get you checked out.” He agrees with you. 

 “The engineers say the car is fucked. Completely shred the floor, your seat was exposed to the track. They say you’re incredibly lucky that you made it out unscathed.” Caco reports to Carlos while he’s being checked by the doctor. Carlos’ eyes finds your form when Caco says he’s luckily. “They say you won’t be able to drive fp3.”  

The driver sighs and just nods, he hasn’t let go of your hand but refuses to meet your eyes. “Carlos, you seem more shaken up than usual.” You rub circles on his back after the doctor cleared him and told him to rest. The driver again sighs, “I don’t know what it is. I couldn’t feel or control my legs and it scared me. I couldn’t control the car and all I could think about was you.”  

Now finally his eyes peer into yours. You can see tears on the back of his eyes. Fear and worry all mix into one. You coo and pull him closer to you. “All I could was what if I become paralyzed? I can’t provide for you anymore. I’d rather have died than have you see me like that.” You have to stifle a laugh because to you it seems almost silly.  

You pull his head against your chest, wrapping your arms around him and your fingers deep into his locks. “Don’t you remember, Carlos? We’re more than just money now. We've talked about it before, marriage, kids, the whole thing. You know I’d be with you, even if you were on the streets. It seems that crash really did a number on you.” You ruffle his hair with your fist, forcing his giggles out.  

“This is so fucking stupid!” His voice booms through the garage. People run to hide, trying not to be on the receiving end of Carlos’ anger. Or even worse, make him even angrier. Not you, you sit right where you are. Everything in you wants to go and comfort him, but you know that’ll only make it worse, he hates it when you see him angry. He says it’s not for you, you should only see him angry, when you want him angry. He’ll find you when he’s ready. 

Not this time. He finds you, in the middle of taking photos with you assistant. Carlos grabs you by the arm and begins to drag you. “Come.” It’s all he says and you’re struggling to keep up with his pace. “Carlos, what happened?” He doesn’t say a word but soon enough you hear the door slam shut. Your back is shoved up against the same door with the same aggression that it was slammed shut.  

Carlos’ lips attack yours with a vigour. While yes it’s true that ever since you kissed him at the Singapore Grand Prix, its been hard to keep his lips off you, it’s never been this assertory. He’s pressed his body hard against yours. His tongue is roaming your mouth. His hands wander about your body, until it starts creeping up your shirt. It’s as if he’s trying to become you, fore himself into your shoes. That’s when it has to stop.  

With a gentle push against his chest, and the call out of his name, he stops. His brows pulled together, fury still sharp in his eyes, but not towards you. “Carlos, I know this isn’t how you planned this. I won’t mind, but I don’t want you to jump the gun just because you’re upset.” His gaze goes softer before he pulls you in for the tightest hug.  

His head is in the crook of your neck, “I’m sorry, mi futura esposa, it’s just such bullshit.” There is that nickname again, he forbade you from googling it. “What is?” He sighs and then lets go of you. He takes off his hat and rakes it through his hair, all while taking a seat on the couch. “Ten place grid penalty. After I would’ve been in second.”  

Carlos looks so beat up, completely hopeless and you just want to take away all his hurt. Even feeling the need to cry for him. This has been a great year for him, and now such nonsense. “I’m sorry, Mon Amour. You’re right, it’s not fair. It’s their fault, can’t you appeal?” He nods but still with a puff of air. “We are appealing, but it’s unlikely that it’ll change.”  

You push out your bottom lip, he chuckles at your reaction. “Come with, I’m sure your pout will make them change their mind.” He pulls you closer by the waist and rests his head on your stomach. Clearly he’s exhausted. Your hands rake through his hair, hoping it helps even just a little. “Carlos?” He doesn’t even bother to raise his head, but he does hum in reply.  

“You promised you’d go clubbing with me, but I don’t want you to go if you’re too tired.” He raises his head and then shakes it no. “Don’t worry, mi futura esposa, it’ll help be burn off some steam.” It warms your heart that he always does so much for you. “You mean it?” He stands up, and gives you a peck on the lips. “Of course, mi futura esposa, you can wear that new necklace I got you.”  

Sweaty bodies push against the other. You don’t notice, because only one body is touching yours. Carlos’ hands are on your hips as you move to the rhythm. He’s got his shirt buttoned down low, and he just looks so delectable. As if he should be the perfume model between the two of you. You can tell he’s already starting to feel better.  

Neither of you have really drunk anything, you’re just high on each other. Enjoying the other’s touch and the music. Soon though, the few mocktails you had catch up to you, Carlos waits outside the bathroom. You can still hear the music, but it doesn’t thud as loud. You can finally her your own thoughts and someone calling your name.  

Only to turn around and see Jasmine and Ilsa. They both greet you with smiles, “Y/N, what are you doing here?” They ask, wanting to go in for a hug but you just give them the cold shoulder. “It’s the Las Vegas Grand Prix, why else would I be here? Better question, why are you two here.” Their smiles falter just a bit.  

“We’re on a girls trip. We wanted to invite you, but you blocked us on everything...” Jas explains, you don’t remember doing that. Maybe Carlos did, he does have access to everything after all. If he decided to block them, then it’s the better option. You haven’t missed them one bit, after all you rarely saw them anymore.  

You cross your arms, “You planned a girls trip to Las Vegas, on the weekend of the GP and didn’t expect to see me? Strange coincidence huh?” They grimace at your words. “Did Carlos buy you that?” It’s Ilsa this time, her words are more sour. You touch the diamond necklace sitting comfortably on your neck and nod.  

“It was a birthday present.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “No, Y/N, it was the cost of your family. You’ve sold off every sign of yourself just for the glamourous life.” Her words are sharp like the diamonds you’re wearing. But what does she know? Never before have you been happier. You have nothing to worry about.  

Your assistant books your modelling jobs, takes your photos, makes the videos. Carlos takes you everywhere with him, and you don’t even have to plan a single thing. You haven’t thought about money or the cost of something in months. Not to mention you’re healthier than ever. You haven’t gotten sick this whole time and your confidence has sky-rocketed. And all you really have to do in return is be yourself.   

“Really? Is that how you see it?” She glares you down for your words. “It’s true though, isn’t it? You gave up us, your family, your future and passion for cheffing. All for what? Some diamonds and dick?” What? Is that really something she just said? Losing them was clearly the better thing to do.  

“If you guys had really known me, you would’ve known that cheffing has never been my true passion, so clearly giving you and that up was the better choice. And I haven’t lost a family, I’ve gained a better one. Because the Sainz has welcomed me with open arms and have treated me better than those fuckers ever did. So excuse me for living a happy life, and not choosing to suffer like you lot!”  

Us Weekly 

“Y/N Y/S/N says she has met her idol after talking with Madeleine White at Las Vegas GP.”  

Us Weekly 

“Carlos Sainz and his girlfriend seen blowing off steam after horrible first practice.” 

Glamour Magazine 

“People are shocked as Y/N Y/S/N is seen wearing $300k worth in diamonds, sources states it’s one of her many birthday presents.”  

Gossip Magazine 

“Y/N Y/S/N’s party looks this Las Vegas Grand Prix: 

Y/N’susername  9 December 2023 

Liked by CarlosSainz55, landonorris, charles_leclerc and 539,072 more  It is such an honour that Dior allowed me to wear one of their vintage dresses. Much more to come between us. So proud of Mon amour for all that he has accomplished this year. Next year will be our year, Ferrari. 😘  Tagged: CarlosSainz55 

Comments: 

CarlosSainz55: So honoured to call you mine. You looked gorgeous, mi amour.  

CarlosSainz55: Also you promised you wouldn’t post that last picture😭  Y/N’susername: But you look so cute😫   Y/N’susername: Not to mention, I need to give the people what they want! 

Charles_Leclerc: These two were inseparable🤚 

LandoNorris: Y/N, you’re taking my spot 😭  Y/N’susername: Don’t worry, he still talks about you all the time.  LandoNorris: That’s not enough😭 

Username1: Mother is mothering.  

Username2: That caption can’t mean nothing👀  Username1: Mother is a mastermind...  

Username3: Y/N x Dior coming soon??  

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CarlosSainz55  26 December 2023

Liked by Y/N’susername, LandoNorris, Charlec_Leclerc and 639,706 more  Our first Christmas together and I loved every second of it. Missing the racing, missing the fans. Can’t help but feel loved.   Tagged: Y/N’susername  

Comments: 

Y/N’susername: 💖💖 

Y/N’susername: Hope you enjoy your present😘 

Username1: Missing F1 so much😭 

Username2: Damn...Carlos got himself a baddy👀 

Username3: No one cares about her, we just want more Ferrari!  CarlosSainz55: If you care about me, you have to care about her.   All replies have been deleted.    

Y/N’susername  26 December 2023

Liked by CarlosSainz55, Charles_Leclerc, Alexandrasaintmleux, francisca.cgomes, LandoNorris and 497,309 more  It’s a nice car and all but all I really wanted for Christmas, is you😘  tagged: CarlosSainz55  

CarlosSainz55: But the car was a pretty good present, wasn’t it?  Y/N’susername: I won’t lie, I love it so much😍 

Alexandrasaintmleux: How did you get Carlos to do the last photo? 😆  Y/N’susername: He does just about anything I ask 🤷😝 

LandoNorris: Damn, Carlos, she has you whipped 😆  Y/N’susername: You know it😉  CarlosSainz55: Who wouldn’t be😍 

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The sun is blazing down on you, you’ve gotten a much more golden colour since you’ve been with Carlos. Even so, he insists that he wears sunscreen. Not that he needs the sun. As he stands now, chiselled and defined, glowing like a hot flame, he’s the perfect advertisement for Spain and lust.  

Lust especially, when he looks at you as he does now. He hasn’t looked away from you for the past few minutes now. Carlos is drinking up every inch of your form. Soon enough, his trance is broken as he makes his way to you. His hand follows the curve of your leg all the way to your middle.  

“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” He whispers into your ear, handing you the mojito he had just made for you. You hum, “Only in passing, but never in enough detail.” He chuckles but then looks so giddy. “Let me make that right then.” He takes your free hand and places a kiss on your knuckles.  

“I’d like to think your beauty surpasses that of any other. The Greek statues in Athens, we’re all modelled after you. But none of them achieved, because they haven’t truly captured you. The statues do not smile, they do not laugh, they do not love me the way you do.” His words are like sweet melodies, but like said before, it’s much more detailed than before.  

But the reason for it is revealed, when from his swim shorts he pulls out a velvet red box, now you really notice than he is down on one knee. The tears pool in your eyes. “This might seem crazy, and I know it’s only been six months, but you told me yourself you like a fast pace.” A chuckle escapes the both of and you can see happy tears in his eyes.  

“I’m crazy about you, absolutely obsessed. You’ve changed me, changed the way I think, forever, and I can only imagine the man I’ll be if we spend forever together. So, will you become mi futura esposa and marry me?” The answer slips out before a thought even makes it way through you. “Yes. Yes, of course, yes.”  

He slips the ring over your finger, not fast enough for your lips to find each other. His passion is even more than the night in Vegas. So, so much more. But this time, it’s filled with so much loved. Placed intention of showing you that you won’t regret this decision. Before you know it, his arms are under your legs and he places you on the only bed in the yacht.  

Carlos’ lips are all over your body. His hands expertly slip your bikini from your body. “Joder, nena, he esperado tanto para esto.” He says in between kisses, his lips leaving marks wherever he goes. Before long, his hands cup around your boobs. He pulls and plucks, sparks of pleasure roll over you. “English, Carlos.”  

He chuckles and shakes his head, “No, no mi prometida, my brain can’t translate now.” You laugh but it quickly turns into a moan when he cups your groan. His fingers find your clit within an instant. He has you moaning and begging his name quite easily. Luckily for you, you’re in the middle of the ocean and can be as loud as you want.  

“Hmm, nena, quiero, quiero, taste you. But, no puedo esperar más, need to be inside you.” His tongue is struggling to keep up with his mind. His languages mixing into one big mix because you’re the only thing he can focus on. It doesn’t help that each time he rolls his r it makes you even wetter than he already has you.  

He slides his swim shorts off, and your eyes go big at his sheer size. You’d eye him in race suit before, but it’s nothing compared to the real thing. But his lips swallow your worries. “No te preocupes, cariño, you can take me, I’ll be gentle.” He lines himself up with you, then holds onto you shoulders and guides himself inside you.  

It’s as if you fit together like puzzle pieces. Yes, it does burn at first, but complying with your pleas, he begins to moves. A slow gentle pace, te sientes tan bien, mi amor,” he comforts by your ear. Whispering praises, “You’re so tight,” along with his kisses and nibbles. He has you in the seventh heaven.  

All you can feel is him buried deep inside you, along with his gentle touches and longing kisses. All you can smell is him, he doesn’t smell like burnt tired anymore. No, he smells like the ocean and the new perfume you got him for Christmas. All you can hear is his praises, him whisper about your wet self and how you’re his. “Mine, only mine.”  

Soon enough, the knot in your stomach makes itself known. And he too, begins to increase his speed. In a sudden and rapid rise, you both reach your climax. Maybe you sooner than him, but there is little control or judgement now. All that there is love for the other. And the bliss of finally be able to feel his body warm in yours.  

What could possibly ruin this?

Lemme just say, this chapter and the next took forever to make, just because of all the Instagram posts. Just a props for all the fic authors who do this as their primary works. So nervous for the feedback on the Instagram posts, I've never done them before!

Also, shameless plug for my Landing: @CreativeRobot_

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Although there is only one chapter left...

#Fast Pace #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz smut #sugar daddy!carlos sainz x sugar baby!reader #sugar daddy!carlos sainz #sugar daddy!carlos sainz x reader #formula one #formula 1 #f1 #f 1 x reader

[sunnysoulzz]

Miguel x reader

I be jumping from one fandom to another so fast god damn, anyway 🤭

Warnings: smut, Dom!miguel x fem!reader, your first time together, ONLY FOREPLAY?? SORRY LOL

It was 7pm. Not many people were left in the hq, especially not near Miguel’s office, it was just you and him. You and Miguel had been dating for a few months now, though it was a secret to everyone else. You strolled past his stuff until you got to his main office, it was dark, the only light sources coming from the various monitors. You looked up, Miguel had his back to you, as if he didn’t see you, or didn’t care that you were there. You glanced behind you, checking that nobody had followed you. As you looked back to Miguel his eyes were now on you. A shiver ran up your spine. He turned around fully, now giving you his full attention. You smiles nervously before approaching him slowly, the platform he stood on slowly lowered, stopping right as you got to the edge. You were face to face with Miguel (more like boob to face, he’s a tall man), his eyes stared down at you, he looked you up and down, causing your face to feel hotter.

You’re legs felt weak all of a sudden, “uh..” was all you managed to get out. Now that you stood before him you realised how intimating Miguel was. It was embarrassing to admit, but you couldn’t stop thinking about him, after you officially started dating it was hard to ignore how your body reacted when looking at his broad shoulders, pretty face, toned body, tight suit.. you snapped out of your thoughts, quickly looking away from him while you tried to figure out what to say. Your mind foggy with him. His hand came to your chin, he lifted your face up to look at him in the eyes. His eyes were a piercing red against the shadows covering his face. Your hand moved up to his hand, still holding your face. You held his hand in your our, leaning into him. You tried to hide the slight fear you felt.

You wanted him. You had wanted him for ages. You just wanted to felt his skin against yours, to feel him inside you. You swallowed nervously, what if he rejected you? What if he didn’t want to sleep with you? You bit your lip, your eyes moving across his chest. “I wanted to ask..” you said, still not looking him in the eye, “if you..” you took a breath, “I want you..” your face felt hotter every second “I want you inside of me..” you finally looked up at him. His mouth hung slightly agape, he was obviously in shock. You felt more embarrassed by the second.

He was speechless. He couldn’t lie, he wanted you too. He didn’t expect you to be the one to initiate it though. He couldn’t help the smirk that grew on his lips. You were so cute, how could he resist you. He moved his hands down your body. His hands landed on your hips as he leaned over you, “oh baby,” he whispered. his voice was lustful and deep, it sent heat straight between your legs. “I’ve wanted to ruin you for months” he whispered in your ear. You let out an involuntary moan at his words. You quickly covered your mouth. Miguel chuckled as he moved back to his full height again.

Before you could think, Miguel picked you up and pushed you against the console. His lips were on your neck as he sucked red marks into your skin. You moaned out his name. Your fingers tangled into his hair. He leaned over you, his hands travelled from your hips to your thighs, he lifted you up, pressing your heat against his hard on. Your breathing sped up, even through the layers of clothing you could feel how big he was. Your hands gripped his shoulders for support. “Miguel..” you whispered. His lips detached from your neck, his hands held onto the hem of your shirt while he stared into your eyes, “can I take this off you?” He said, the light blush on his face almost unnoticeable. You nodded your head, “please” you looked away from him as the cold air hit your body.

It didn’t take long for him to quickly remove the rest of your clothes. He stared down at you, admiring your body. He thought you were the prettiest person he had ever met. He moved down your torso, leaving a trail of kisses before he reached your heat. His hot breath made you shiver. Your hands tangled into his hair “Miguel…I want you inside of me” you moaned out, lightly embarrassed at your own words. He smirked. He stood back up, pressing his fingers to your entrance. He thrusted them inside you causing you to yelp. His thumb rubbed your clit as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. Just as you were on the brink of a climax he pulled out of you. You whimpered out, upset at the loss of contact. You whimpered out his name again. Your breathing was quick and desperate.

You looked back to miguel. The suit no longer blocking you from his dick (thank the lord for his holographic suit). He was even bigger then you thought. You reached out, wanting badly to feel him again. He grabbed your wrist, “sorry hon” he smirked again. He pinned your wrists above your head and lined himself up with his other hand…

I’m to lazy to finish lol L

#miguel o hara smut #miguel ohara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o hara #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel ohara #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o hara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you

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To Build A Home

word count: 5.3k

synopsis: The trials and tribulations of trying to create a family.

➢Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, cursing, vomiting, miscarriage, blood, mentions of blood stains, hospitals, cramps, angst, tears.

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“Oh fuck, Rooster, right there,” Dragon moaned as her nails dug into her husband’s back, surely leaving behind crescent moon marks in his skin. He was thrusting deeply into her, his tip grazing her cervix with every push. He leaned on his elbow by her head, his other hand held onto her thigh securing it around his hip. Her hands found their way into his hair, tugging on the locks as she brought his mouth to hers. 

It was goodbye sex, and probably the best they ever had. Rooster was going away on detachment for a couple weeks and Dragon was not looking forward to it. It was their first deployment since tying the knot, and they always said that the first one post-marriage is the hardest. She had never cried when they got separated because of orders, but she did tear up this time when he told her. 

“Not gonna last,” Rooster grunted, leaving hot opened mouth kisses on her collarbone. Dragon tilted her head back, giving him more access to her neck. His hand trailed in between their connected bodies, down to her clit, drawing smooth circles on the bundle of nerves. 

“Shit! Rooster!” Dragon cried, feeling tears in her eyes, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” 

“Cum for me baby,” Rooster said and placed his lips on hers, swallowing in moans that left her mouth. She pulled on his hair as her legs shook and her walls clenched around his dick. Her toes curled and her eyes rolled back as pleasure washed over her like a wave. Bradley sped his hips up, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chased his release. His grunts got louder as hot cum filled her cunt. He was breathing fast and hard as he stilled his hips and wiped the sweat from his brow. 

“I think that was the best yet,” He said breathlessly. All Dragon could do was nod and run her hands through his sweaty hair, “Fucking hell, if that didn’t put a baby in you, I’m not sure what will.” 

Dragon nodded and Rooster kissed her shoulder, pulling out of her and laying down beside her. They had been trying for a little over three months to have a baby as naturally as they could. Dragon had been taking fertility medications to try and enhance her ovulation. Both of them had been tracking her cycle closely on their phones, taking every chance they could get to try and conceive. So far, they have been unsuccessful. 

“We’re about to enter the new moon cycle, I can feel my egg about to drop,” Dragon said and looked at Rooster. He didn’t understand a single thing about lunar phases or astrology but apparently that had something to do with fertility. All Rooster did was nod and pull Dragon into his bare chest. 

“Whatever you say, honey,” Rooster sighed, and closed his eyes, “Wait,” He reached behind him and grabbed a pillow. Dragon giggled and lifted her hips as he slid the pillow underneath her, “There we go,” He placed his warm hand on her stomach and gently patted the spot, “Soon. Soon we’ll have a little one of our own.” 

— — — 

Rooster was sure that she was going to pass out or get sick. He had never seen her like this before. He glanced over at Dragon, who was sniffling in his passenger seat as he drove to base. They had gotten into a small argument this morning, and usually Dragon would give Bradley the silent treatment and just brush it off. But this one had led to tears and her slamming the bathroom door and locking him out. He immediately called Phoenix, worried that something was seriously wrong with his wife, but then she sauntered out about twenty minutes later, dressed in her flight suit and ready to go to work. But the sniffles hadn’t stopped since they left the house. 

“Alright,” Bradley said, putting the bronco in park, “You gonna tell me what happened this morning?” 

“Nope,” Dragon said, popping the “p”. 

“Honey,” 

“No,” Dragon said, cutting him off, “Not talking about it.” She opened the door and jumped out of the bronco. She grabbed her duffle bag and headed for the hangar. 

Bradley huffed and took his keys out of the ignition, grabbed his stuff and followed her path. She was already seated at her desk, starting up her computer to check her emails and go over her flight plan for the day. Bradley clenched his jaw and sat at the desk across from her. This was so unlike her to bring a household argument into work. Something must really be wrong if she was this upset about the argument. 

To be truthful, Dragon wasn’t even sure why she was upset. She wasn’t sure if it was the tone that Bradley had used, or the fact that he was leaving in two days, or the fact that he had even started an argument to begin with. But now as she was staring at some email that Jake had shared, she couldn’t even remember what the argument was about. She felt that feeling of tears welling up in her throat again, as she tried to suppress the small sob that escaped her lips. Bradley lifted his head up from his laptop and looked at his wife confused. Dragon clenched her jaw as tears started falling down her cheeks again. Bradley looked even more alarmed as she stood up from her desk and stormed out of the office and brushed past Jake. 

“Whoa, where’s the damn fire?” Jake asked, and looked back at Rooster, “What did you do?” 

“Nothing!” Rooster said and Jake crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Rule number one about being married, is that you always did something wrong. So, what did you do?”

“Literally, nothing,” Rooster said, “I was making us coffee this morning and she came storming down like a bat outta hell and started an argument about me making coffee.” 

“Well, did you make it wrong?” 

“No, the argument was about me making coffee. She didn’t like that I made her coffee at all,” Rooster sat down in his chair with a huff, “This is like the fifth petty argument she has picked this week. Yesterday it was that I put the remote on my side, the day before it was that my boots were sitting on the opposite side of the entryway, and the day before it was that I got honey crisp apples instead of gala.” 

“Maybe it’s because of the deployment,” Jake said and sat down at his own desk which was across from Rooster’s. Rooster leaned back in his chair and turned to face him, “You said she got really upset about it. Maybe she thinks because you’re going and not her, it’s got something to do with promotion.” 

“That’s bull,” Rooster scoffed, “She’s higher on the board than me.” 

“But, you’re a dude, and she’s not. You get penis points.” 

Everything Jake was saying made sense. They all knew that they had an advantage over the women in their field simply because of their biology. It wasn’t fair and Rooster hated it, but there was little that he could do to change a whole history of sexism in the military. But he tried, he tried hard to make sure that his female coworkers got the same shot at everything as he did. 

“I say stay clear of her for the day and let her get her emotions out,” Jake said, “You know how she is. If you try to sit her down and make her talk to you, she’ll just hole up even more.” 

Rooster nodded, “She’s got a hop later with Payback and Fanboy, maybe that’ll help clear her mind.” Rooster sat up in his chair and turned back to his computer, not before glancing at the wedding picture of him and Dragon on the beach. She was thrown over his shoulder, her hair soaked from having been tossed in the ocean by him. Her white dress was sticking to her body but she didn’t care. She had a bright smile on her face as she held up her hand showing her diamond ring off for the camera. 

— — — 

Dragon felt like she could throw up, which she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She wasn’t sure why she thought this was a good idea, but she would much rather figure this out at work, alone in the locker room than at home where Rooster could walk in at any minute. The pink stick she held in her hands answered all the questions that she had been asking herself in the past two weeks; why she was so emotional, why she couldn’t stand the scent of Bradley’s cologne, why her ring didn’t fit on her hand, and why her period had been three weeks late. She gulped and looked up from the pregnancy test in her hand. 

The timing couldn’t have been anymore awful. Bradley was leaving in two days and she didn’t want to tell him this before he went on a mission. News like this is what distracts pilots and leaves room for mistakes. Dragon couldn’t risk having Bradley make a mistake in the air that could cost him his life or another pilot's life. 

She also didn’t know if this was real or not. The last time she took a pregnancy test it came back positive, which turned out to be false. It was one of the hardest things she had ever had to hear as she sat in that exam room. She had spent a week thinking of baby names and nursery themes and how to tell Bradley he was going to be a dad, all for it to come crashing down in a matter of seconds. Bradley made her promise that if she thought she was pregnant again that she would tell him so he could be there with her. He hated that she went through that alone. He knew that she was a strong woman, but that didn’t mean that she had to face it all alone. 

Letting out a shaky breath, Dragon stood up from the bench she sat on and tucked the pregnancy test into the hygiene back in her locker. She wanted to take a second pregnancy test before she called her OB, worried that this could be another “cry wolf” scenario. Dragon fixed her hair and wiped the dried mascara from under her eyes before walking back to her shared office. 

Rooster and Jake were tossing a football back and forth as they talked about their upcoming mission. Rooster gave her a quick nod as she sat back down at her desk and went back to work. Jake looked between the two of them feeling the tension in the room. 

“So you have a hop this afternoon?” Jake asked her and Dragon shook her head, “Rooster said you did?” 

“No, I gave it to Phoenix, she wants more flight time for her boards,” Dragon said, not lifting her eyes from the email she was responding to. Bradley’s eyes filled with concern, and Dragon knew without looking at him, he could sense something was going on. 

— — — 

So far everyone was right about what they said; the first deployment post-wedding was the worst. Bradley was missing Dragon, something fierce, and spent every free moment he had emailing her. The detachment was only three weeks, but they both thought it was about three weeks too long. The two of them had kind of cleared things up before Bradley left. Dragon had apologized for picking fights and acting so weird, telling him it was a side effect of the fertility drugs. Bradley had apologized for not being the easiest to get along with and not paying more attention, which led to another round of tears for Dragon. 

Currently, Bradley was waiting to use the phone so he could call her. Going a week without hearing her voice was just too long, he decided. They knew there would be a time that they were deployed at different times, but they didn’t know it would happen this soon. Bradley prayed that neither one had a long deployment in their future, not sure how either would make it through. 

“Alright sweets, I gotta go, yeah, Bradshaw looks like he’s gonna tackle me if I don’t hang up. . . yes, of course I’m being nice to him, what are you talking about? I’m always nice to. . . okay that was different,” Jake rolled his eyes, and Bradley chuckled. Y/N Seresin was always on Bradley’s side when it came to things with Jake, “Yeah we’ll he’s not the one who makes you- sorry! Okay, but I need to go, I love you, kiss the kids for me. Bye, sweetheart.” 

Jake hung up the phone and sighed, turning in the chair to face Bradley, “That never gets easier. At least the kids were asleep. It’s worse when they get on.” He stood up from the chair and stretched his arms. 

“I don’t know how you do it,” Bradley shook his head and took Jake’s spot, “It’s bad enough I miss Dragon this much. I’d be trying to steal a plane if we had kids.” 

“Trust me, I would too if it weren’t illegal,” Jake said and clapped Bradley on the back, “Say hi to the missus for me.” 

“Will do,” Bradley said and dialed his wife’s number. 

On the other side of the ocean, Phoenix grimaced as she held her sister’s hair back while she threw up. Dragon had invited Phoenix over to help paint the home office. One whiff of the paint had Dragon running towards the nearest trash can and emptying her stomach. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Phoenix asked, and reached for a washcloth to give to her sister, “You got sick yesterday in the middle of a lecture. You threw up earlier tonight. You got food poisoning or something?” 

Dragon groaned, “Or something.” She leaned over to the counter drawer and pulled it open, rummaging around blindly until her hand found one of the many pregnancy tests she’d taken in the past week, “Here. Your answer.” 

Phoenix’s eyes widened as she looked at her sister, “This is for real?” 

“Yep,” Dragon said, leaning her head against the cool porcelain, “There’s an ultrasound in my bedside table.” 

“Dragon! Are you serious!? You’re pregnant!?” Phoenix smiled and Dragon lifted her head to look at her sister, and the former girl’s smile dropped, “What’s wrong?” 

“Don’t count your blessings yet. It’s still too early,” Dragon shook her head, “I’m only seven weeks, we’re not out of the woods yet.” Dragon pushed herself up from the floor and walked over to her sink. 

“You can still celebrate this,” Phoenix said following her sister, “I know it seems scary, but this is a good thing. This means that the fertility drugs worked. It means. . . you and Bradley are gonna be parents.” 

Dragon looked at her sister through the mirror and nodded. A smile slowly started tugging at the corner of her lips as the reality of everything started settling in. For the past three days, Dragon had kept quiet about everything. She didn’t want to talk about it, to tell people that she might be pregnant again, just for something to happen. She hated the looks that she got from Val and Y/N after her false pregnancy, and she spent days glaring and picking small fights with Jake. But this time was different, Dragon could feel it. She gently put a hand on her belly and rubbed the skin softly. 

“Yeah, I guess-” Dragon was cut off by the sound of her phone ringing. She snapped her head over to the device, seeing a picture of Bradley half asleep as the background, “Shit! I can’t talk to him!” 

“What do you mean?! He’s your husband!” Phoenix shouted. 

“Yeah, I know! That’s why! You answer it!” 

“Me?!” 

“Yes! Tell him I’m. . .” Dragon looked around the bathroom, her eyes landing on the shower, “Naked in the shower!” 

“You aren’t in- okay, now you’re naked,” Phoenix grabbed the phone as Dragon stripped down naked and ran towards the shower. Phoenix shut the bathroom door and sat down on the edge of Dragon’s bed, sliding the answer button over, “Hey, Bradshaw, Dragon is in the shower.” 

“Shit, really?” Bradley sighed, “Can you get her? I really want-” 

“She threw up all down the front of her,” Phoenix blurted, and slapped her palm on her forehead. 

“Oh my god. I-is she okay? Is she sick?” 

“Mhm, just fine,” Phoenix nodded as she heard music starting to float out from the bathroom, “It was gross. We were having brunch with Y/N, Val and Bea, and Dragon said she didn’t feel great. Guess she thought she could make it to the bathroom, but she threw up all over her lap. Been sick ever since we got home. Finally stopped and felt like she could shower.” 

Bradley nodded on the other line and sighed, “Alright, well, tell her I hope she feels better and to check her email. I miss talking to her.” 

“I know you do, Bradshaw,” Phoenix said and smiled at the wedding picture that was sitting on their bedside table, “I’ll tell her you called and make sure she emails you back.” 

“Thanks Trace,” Bradley smiled. 

They both said their goodbyes and Phoenix walked back into the bathroom. She frowned seeing the shower still running and her sister kneeling down in front of the toilet, getting sick again. Dragon lifted her head and gave Phoenix a shy smile before gagging. 

— — — 

For the next week or so, Dragon’s morning routine had become; wake up, throw up, shower, brush her teeth and throw up again. The word on the street was still kept on the downlow, the only other person who knew about the pregnancy was Maverick, and the command team. She was grounded for the time being, taking over the classroom portion of the class while her colleagues took over the air training. 

But today, her focus hadn’t been on not trying to throw up in front of her students. She was focused on the fact that Bradley was coming home today. They hadn’t talked on the phone since he left. He only had one phone call opportunity and Dragon had missed it. She felt horrible, and apologized in every email that she had sent him. Rooster didn’t blame her, more worried about how sick she had been according to Bob’s emails. According to the WSO, Dragon was barely functional, her energy was low and she could hardly keep herself awake in briefings. Rooster knew her so well that she probably wouldn’t go to the doctor and would keep suffering until it was over. 

As soon as it hit three in the afternoon, Dragon was making a beeline right for the parking lot. She was still in her flight suit as she threw her bag into the backseat of the Bronco and drove to the other side of base, where the carrier would be docking. The parking lot was full as spouses, partners and children were milling around waiting for their loved ones to be back in their arms. Rooster was finishing up packing his room, making sure his bed was perfectly made and that his summer whites were crisp and clean. He checked his watch, seeing that he only had 10 minutes before he was supposed to be on the flight deck. 

The sight of watching a carrier come into dock was one that not many people got to watch. A smile rose on Dragon’s face as she saw the sides of the flight deck flanked with officers in their blues and summer whites. She couldn’t help but place her hand on her non-existent stomach as she watched a young mother point out the officers to her son. Soon that would be her or Bradley pointing out the officers on the flight deck and saying: “can you see them? Which one do you think they are?” 

Dragon could hardly contain her excitement as she watched Bradley walk down the ramp from the carrier. She ignored all the rules and regulations she had learned over the years and took off running towards him. Bradley was smiling so wide his cheeks hurt as he dropped his duffel back and caught her in his arms. He spun her in a circle, enticing a giggle from her lips. Bradley set her on the ground, his arms still around her waist as her hands went to his face. 

“I missed-” 

“I’m pregnant,” Dragon blurted out and Rooster’s eyes widened in surprise. 

“Wait. . . you mean it? You’re actually. . .?” 

Dragon tearfully nodded and Rooster pulled her in for a tight hug, burying his face in her neck. She held him tightly as tears seeped down her cheeks and she could feel Bradley’s tears hitting her skin. He pulled away and looked at her, her hands once again going to his face, and wiping away a tear with her thumb. He pressed his forehead against hers, his hands resting on her hips and looking down at her flat tummy. 

“Oh my god,” He chuckled, “I’m gonna be a dad.” 

“You’re gonna be a dad, Bradley,” He tilted her chin up and pressed a deep kiss to her lips. 

That whole night, Bradley laid in Dragon’s lap, talking to her barely there belly and placing kisses on the skin. Dragon smiled and ran her fingers through his hair until the two of them eventually drifted off to sleep. 

— — — 

The two of them had been living in perfect bliss for six days. Dragon had another appointment with her doctor, and Rooster had accompanied her. He cried when he saw the ultrasound for the first time. The small little black and white blob already had his heart and he could hardly explain it. They also told their closest friends; Jake & Y/N, Val & Coyote, and Bob. Phoenix already knew and rubbed it in their faces. Everyone was placing their early bets on what the gender of the newest dagger squad was going to be. Dragon and Rooster didn’t care, as long as their baby was healthy. The two of them had been too wrapped up in one another to even notice the small argument between Phoenix and Jake on who was going to be the better godparent. 

But that bliss had all come crashing down on the seventh day of Rooster being home. Dragon had felt off all day. She had a migraine from hell. It felt like a jackhammer was in between her eyes. Her back also hurt. It felt like she had been carrying around a ninety pound rucksack for three days. Rooster got her the heating pad and rubbed her back, trying to relieve some of the pain. Dragon wrote all of it off as pregnancy symptoms, nothing out of the ordinary. She was still very nauseated and had gotten sick that morning. 

The pain hit tenfold in the middle of the night. Dragon had woken up in near tears, her lower back aching. She rolled over and reached for her lamp, but stopped, feeling something sticky in between her thighs. She could smell the scent of copper, and knew what it was. Dragon let out a shaky breath as she stood up from the bed, not bothering to turn the lamp on. She placed a hand on her belly and quietly made her way to the bathroom. She shut the door first and then flicked the lights on. 

She felt like she was going to be sick. Her thighs were coated in blood and the gray boxers she had stolen from Rooster were also stained with the dark crimson. A sob escaped her lips as she pressed a hand to her belly, and placed her other hand on the counter to hold her up. She tried her hardest to keep her cries quiet, not wanting to wake her husband up. Dragon wiped away the tears with the back of her hand and looked at herself in the mirror. She clenched her jaw and forced herself to look away from the blood. 

‘If your thighs are covered, so is the bed’ Dragon grimaced, and turned to face the door. She opened it quietly, seeing Bradley still asleep, his bareback to her. She could also see the spot of blood on the sheets. The only thing running through her mind was taking care of the dirty sheets before Bradley could wake up. 

‘This isn’t something a man has to deal with’, she thought. Quickly, she moved back towards her side of the bed, and tossed the pillows on the ground and grabbed the corner of the sheet, pulling it from the mattress. As quietly as she could, she tried to get the sheets off without waking Bradley. She was suddenly grateful that he could sleep through the end of the world. 

“Rooster,” Dragon whispered, trying to tug off the bed sheets, “You need to move,”

“Mm?” Rooster mumbled and rolled over onto his back, “Whatcha doin? Come back to bed,” He reached out and grabbed Dragon’s wrist trying to pull her back to bed, but she pulled away from him. 

“I need to… just move please for a second, let me get this off,” Dragon said and tugged at the sheets again. Rooster pushed himself up on his elbows blinking a couple of times from the light filtering in from the bathroom. 

“Honey, what are you doing… hey, stop,” He said as she grabbed his arm to move him so she could pull the rest of the blankets off. He flicked on the light quickly, and could see the remnants of blood on her hands and shirt. He looked over at the blood spot that had stained the sheets. He quickly stood up from the bed and held his arms out to touch her, “Honey-” 

“No.” Dragon said sternly, “This is my mess, okay. You aren’t supposed to deal with this, so just let me-” 

“It’s okay, I can help-” Bradley held his hands out to take the dirty sheets from her hands, but she shook her head.

“No!” Dragon yelled and pushed his hands away and tried to grab the sheets again.

Bradley’s heart was beating in his ears as he watched her yank the rest of the sheets off the bed. She let out a gasp at the blood stain soaked through the mattress. He watched her chest start to rise and fall quickly, as she moved to walk around to the other side, but Bradley blocked her way. She pushed him, but he wrapped his arms around her. 

Dragon fought against his chest, “Let me go! I need to get this clean! Bradley! I need to-” 

“It’s okay, it can wait,” Bradley said and held her tightly, “We need to take care of you first.” 

Dragon let out a loud sob and collapsed in his chest. Bradley did his best to keep her from crashing to the ground, but when her legs gave out, he carefully pulled her down. Tears filled his own eyes as he held her, rubbing soothing circles on her back. When her sobs slowly turned to sniffles, Bradley placed a kiss on the top of her head. 

“Are you in pain?” He asked quietly, clearing his voice when it cracked. 

“My back hurts so bad,” Dragon’s voice wavered.

“We need. . . we probably need to go to the hospital,” Bradley said, and sobs left Dragon’s mouth again, “I know, I know,” Bradley held her close again, pressing his lips to the crown of her head again, “But we need to. . . for your health, okay.” 

Dragon nodded, “C-can I clean up first?” She looked at her shaking hands which had dried blood on them. 

“Yes, honey, of course,” Bradley said, and wiped a tear away, “A bath or a shower?

“A bath,”

“I’ll go get it started, okay,” Bradley said. He stood up softly, “Do you think you can walk?” Dragon nodded her head and Bradley helped her stand up, one arm around her waist. 

She was wobbly on her feet at first, and held onto Bradley’s waist tightly, as he guided her into the bathroom. In the light he could see more of the blood that was between her thighs, on her sleep shorts, under her fingernails. Bradley sat her down on the closed toilet seat and helped her take her clothes off. He pressed a soft kiss to both of her cheeks, kissing the tears away. Dragon closed her eyes and grabbed his hands, holding them in her own. She squeezed them and brought them up to her lips, kissing his knuckles. 

“I’m sorry-” 

“Don’t apologize,” Bradley shook his head, “Do not. . . apologize, okay? This is not your fault.”

All she could do was nod and Bradley held the back of her head as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. He started the bath and ran the water until it was warm enough for her, and added some drops of lavender. Before getting in, he helped her stand up and took a washcloth, gently cleaning her legs of blood. He bit back tears as she held onto his shoulders for strength. When Dragon was all clean, he took her hands and helped her into the bath. 

“I’m going to get you some clothes and a bag for the hospital,” Bradley said and Dragon nodded, hugging her knees as she sat in the warm water, “I’ll be right back.” 

Bradley moved quickly, not wanting to leave her alone for very long. He pulled out a clean pair of his sweatpants and one of his sweatshirts. He grabbed her several clean pairs of underwear. He packed a bag in case they had to stay overnight. In all the parenting books and blogs he had read in the past seven days, none of them told him how to prepare for this. Bradley set the bag by the bedroom door and then turned back to face the bed. 

He held his fist to his mouth as his lip trembled. Bradley buried his face in his hands as he cried. He had tried hard to not let Dragon see him cry, knowing that she needed someone to be her rock right now. She was always the tough one, holding Bradley while he cried or when he woke up with nightmares, now it was his turn to return the favor. But seeing the bloodstain on the mattress, he couldn’t hold back his emotions. 

He allowed himself to cry for a moment, before wiping the tears away and going back to cleaning. He ripped the sheets off the bed, and pulled the duvet over the mattress, covering the bloodstain on it. He made a mental note to look up how to remove the blood, but in the back of his mind he wondered if he should just bite the bullet and get a new one. Bradley took the sheets to the kitchen, and grabbed a garbage bag, throwing the soiled sheets in there. He set the bag in the garage next to the trash cans to take out on garbage day. 

Once he was done tidying everything up the best he could, he went back to the bathroom, seeing Dragon leaning her head against the lip of the tub. She looked drained. Her color was gone, there were deep bags under her eyes, her eyes and nose were still red from crying.

Bradley grabbed one of the fluffy towels from the linen closet, and helped her out of the tub. She didn’t say anything as he dried off her skin, and then rubbed lotion on her body. He helped her get dressed and then grabbed the bag and carried her down to the bronco. 

Dragon leaned her head against the backrest of the seat, watching the lights of the city pass as they quietly drove to the hospital. She reached across the console and held her hand out. Bradley took it without a second thought. They were going to get through this, together.

author's note: this is probably my most vulnerable fic I have ever written. This fic is based off of my own experience with going through a miscarriage and it was very hard and emotionally draining to write about the worst time of my life. But, if you or someone you know has gone through this, I want you to know that you are not alone <3. Miscarriages suck, they are horrible and I wish that they were never ever a thing, but they are never your fault.

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[rafedaddy01]

Series Masterlist

~SECRET~ r.c.

Summary: you are toppers cousin and your family decided to move closer so that you could be closer to family. You and Rafe have been on and off for months secretly

Warnings: smut, praise kink, p in v, language, (I think that’s it)

A/n: my first story, I’ve been writing this for months and finally got the courage to post it!

“Rafe we can’t keep doing this”

“Mmm, why not” he asked leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. Fuck, he always knew how to make you feel good with his mouth. “B-because toppers your best friend and my cousin. He would be p-pissed if he found out” you said in between soft moans. “Then we better not tell him” he said pulling away to remove his shirt and expose his toned chest and abs.

You pulled him in for a kiss and you guys made out for what felt like hours but was really a few seconds until you removed his sweats and he had you in your underwear in a quick swept move, his specialty. “Fuck y/n, your so hot” Rafe whispered. “Your not so bad yourself” you said pushing him onto the bed as you climbed atop him and started running your fingers through his hair as his fingers gripped your hips tightly. You grinded into him a bit causing him to grunt and he flipped you over so he was on top. “Enough teasing” he hissed at you as he attacked your bare nipples with his mouth, moving lower and lower till he got to your panty covered cunt. He hooked his fingers around the thin, lacy fabric and tugged them down. “Rafe” you huffed. He could make you cum from across the room just by the look he gives you when you too are at a party. “Please fuck me” you whimpered spreading your legs further inviting him in. “Don’t have to ask me twice” he said as he reached in his drawer for a condom and rolled it on before aligning his tip with your cunt. “Ready princess” he asked. You nodded your head anxiously as he inserted himself inside you and slowly started thrusting. “Faster” you moaned as his hands went on either sides of your body and he sped up. “Shit y/n your so fucking tight” Rafe grunted as he thrusted harder and harder. Both of your moans filled the dimmed room. “F-uck rafe, feels so good” you moaned as he came down to kiss your neck, enhancing the pleasure shooting through your body. You whispered in his ear “good boy, fuck me just like that” Rafe secretly loved being praised and you knew just how to make him crazy.

“Such a good boy, fucking me so good Rafe” you said. He pulled out and flipped you over so he could hit it from the back. This new position made him go even deeper than before and you were fucked out of your mind as he slammed harder and faster with each thrust. “Shit Rafe, I’m so close baby” you moaned as you pushed your ass back against his dick. “Yeah, fuck yourself on my cock. Keep doing that as you cum baby, fuck so hot” Rafe said using his free hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead and run his fingers through his hair. He stopped thrusting to watch you move backward on his cock. Getting yourself off as he slapped your ass making you squeal from the pain and pleasure. “Shit y/n I’m close too” you both came undone and he pulled out and fell next to you out of breath.

You turned to face him, “this is our dirty little secret” you said as he pulled you into his chest and kissed your forehead before you both dozed off.

“Rafe! Open the door dude!” You woke up to banging on Rafes door, he was fast asleep next you. Both still naked from your actions last night. “Shit, Rafe wake up. Toppers here.” You whispered as you nudged him awake. “What?” He asked rubbing his eyes. “Toppers here!” You whisper screamed. He jumped out of bed and quickly put on his sweat pants. “Shit-uh- shit just go in the bathroom I’ll try to get rid of him.” He said as you gathered your scattered clothes off the floor and rushed to the bathroom.

You could faintly hear them talking through the door. “Yo, what the fuck took you so long. I got some coke, wanna do a line?” Topper said. “Shit is that a hickey? Someone had a fun night” fuck you thought. “Topper not right now, I just woke up let me brush my teeth and I’ll meet you downstairs bro” Rafe said.

As topper made his way out the door something caught his eye. “Shit bro, whose panties are these?” Oh no. “Is she still here? You dirty dog. Where is she Rafe. I wanna see the slut.” Topper said pushing Rafe aside and you could hear his footsteps towards the bathroom door.

“Topper man she left. She must have forgotten those. Trust me the slut wasnt worth it.” Rafe said. You heard topper chuckle as his footsteps departed. “Man you’ll fuck anything that moves” topper laughed as he left the room and Rafe came in the bathroom to find that you had climbed out the window and made a run for it. “Shit y/n”

part 2

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[bruh-anator3000]

CAT-astrophic

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A/n: *pushes rock I live under over and peeks out of the black abyss* Hey, have you guys seen a Car Wash Miguel fic anywhere? I don't know what happened to it but it's no longer here. Might've escaped... anyways, watch this cat for me while I look? Thanks. And don't mind the hot homeless dude who talks to him, they're bonding. *returns into the depths of the void*

Summary: A hot dude won't stop talking to your cat, it's kind of freaking you out.

WC: 1.7k, edited by google docs...

Pairing: Miguel x GN!Reader

Warnings: crack fic, Spider-cat's real name is Sir Jeffords bc i said so, clueless reader, pro outdoor cat (i'm not actually, keep ur cats safe pls), future-ish?, accidentally snuck in some world building, in Lyla we trust 🙏, Miguel in tight clothing bc I also said so, and wait wtf are you doing with a dead rat miguel, AND WTF IS THIS WHITE STUFF DUDE?!

Also no Spanish bc I've done some research and those who do speak it have asked non-native speaker to avoid it, to prevent bad google translations and maintain respect!

Okay, enjoy~

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You were about to head in for the night when you were not tripped by your cat for his dinner. After a quick search around your apartment, you sighed upon realizing he was still outside. Shrugging on a coat, mismatched slippers, and grabbing a flashlight, you went out to look for him.

Plenty of people told you to keep your cat inside. That it was vital to their health to keep them safe indoors. There were plenty of articles stating the cons of letting a domesticated cat roam freely outside with no supervision. They were also written 80 years ago. The world has changed since then, drastically.

Sure, it would still be smart to keep Sir Jeffords inside. Less late night searches for him, no more worrying if that scratch on his right paw was from running too fast along pavement or something worse. But he came from the life of an alley cat, and no matter what you tried, he had to be out there for a few hours a day. Last time you tried to stop him, he went under your radar for three days. You had a panic attack, worried he didn't love you anymore, but he did eventually come back. Chipper and eager, and he made sure you left his cat door unlocked.

The streets were cleaner than 80 years ago. The people were kinder. The city more accommodating to everyone, even stray animals. Sir Jeffords was mirco chipped, and even if it didn't work for tracking half the time, the shelter folks could scan his neck and drop him back home.

There were no pounds or pest controls anymore, just volunteers who helped poor animals stay warm. And find whoever left them in the streets. It was a crime to leave them now, resulting in 6 months of detention if caught dumping your animal friend into the alleys.

Jeffords was a smart cat. He knew what he was doing. You trusted him. In the event of something bad happening, you made him swore he would come find you right away. Though he couldn't speak, his tail wrapping around your pinky seemed solid enough.

You called out his name, followed by a few 'pspspsps's to really seal the deal. Your flashlight shining in the darker corners of the streets he may be hiding in. Cats and their dark, unreachable corners, Sir Jeffords fell victim to any cozy spot he could barely tuck himself into.

It wasn't until a few blocks away, a little past the bank, when you heard a meow. Very similar to his, you quietly sped your pace, wanting to grab your kitty and go home. The closer you got, it seemed more like he was responding to someone else more than you.

"-and your service is always appreciated." You heard a deep voice whisper. Their voice a grumble echoing through the alley they hid in. "You're one of our best." Your brows pinching together, you turned the corner of the bank, flashlight illuminating your fluffy orange cat. Who was rubbing up against the shin of a random man.

He looked up at you, eyes darkened as he blocked your flashlight with his large hand. They almost seemed red as he stayed squatted, Sir Jeffords head butting his knee. His face pure sharp angles, with a scowl permanently in place. His black shirt a tight, compressing fit. Clinging to each muscle and vein in his arm, stopping halfway down his bicep. His calves just as impressive. His shorts doing nothing but making him look even hotter.

Wait, no. This was a random man, he wasn't hot.

You lowered the light and gave an awkward smile. Seemingly unimpressed, his hardened gaze turned back to your cat. "He's yours?" He asked, voice rumbling low in his chest. With a nod, he added, "He's... cute."

Okay, maybe he was a little hot.

"Right?" Your smile smoothed into something more natural. "He's the cutest cat to ever exist." You lowered yourself down onto your knees with a soft baby call. Sir Jeffords trotting into your lap happily, orange fur swaying with his steps.

Your hand ran through his silky fur. Tension easing from you as you held him close again. Though his three day disappearance had yet to happen again, you still worried. He was your precious baby, after all. The one you shared everything with, and he never once judged.

Your fingers caught on something sticky, stopping short of his lower back. Pulling your hand away, strings of white followed, sticking to your fingertips. The feeling moist and far too clingy for comfort. A disgusted shiver ran up your spine at the horrible sensory.

The man stood then, tossing a tissue at you as he did. His gaze stayed on your cat, never faltering. He pushed his dark hair away from his face, still scowling.

Glancing between your hand and the man that now towered over you, you almost gagged. This wasn't... his, right?

"It was the rat." Like he read your mind, the mysterious stranger held out his other hand. A dead rat laid in his palm.

"That... doesn't make me feel much better." You suppressed another full body shake, quickly wiping your hand off. This guy may be extremely attractive to look at but the longer you stayed there, the more uncomfortable you got. "How would a mouse... And what is this?" You felt yourself getting sick as you held the tissue out, the white stuff now sticking to the paper instead

"Webs. And, it's a rat." He stated with a straight face. More angry at your confusion than anything. "Chased him through some spider webs."

You let out a soft 'oh.' But that didn't explain why he was holding onto the dead rat.

And he let it stay that way. Instead of reading your mind like he had been this entire time, he just... walked off. With a dead animal in his grasp. Without a word.

Your confused gaze turned to your cat, knees beginning to ache from the pressure of concrete beneath. Sir Jeffords purred into your stomach loudly.

"You're not allowed to hang out with that guy, ever again."

...

"Christ!" Miguel tossed the rat at the wall, hearing him curse. The small animal glitched into a grown adult, body morphing sickly. "That..." The villain panted, rubbing at his neck. Bruises from how tightly he was held already forming there. "... was not what I was expecting."

Miguel squatted back down, balancing on his toes as the hologram of regular clothes shifted back into his suit. "You chose to become a rat, in a world whose Spider-Man is a cat." He slammed down a disk, red netting encasing the fool. "That was your own fault."

"It was the only way I could get into the bank!" The villain squeaked. Miguel tuned out almost immediately, eyes turning to his watch. Setting the portal to his universe, and making sure he wasn't needed elsewhere. He entertained the villain in a tacky grey suit with distant hums and 'oh, yeah, uh-huh's. It was best to just let them get it out of their system then try to shut them up.

"And I would've gotten away with it, too! If it weren't for you and your cat!" The shape shifter writhed in the nets.

"Sound like a damn Scooby-Doo villain." Miguel stood up with a huff. He would never admit it, but Hobie used the term so often, he had to look up what he was referencing. Only to end up watching the first few seasons. He had to stop around the third season, a sick sense of deja vu hitting him with a bat. The cartoons reminded him too much of the daughter he never really had.

With a sigh, "Lyla," He called.

The AI appeared before him, wearing a shit eating smirk. He opened his mouth to command something else when she beat him to it. "You should've asked for their number."

"What?" Miguel's head snapped up, eyes wide.

"They were cute, should've asked them on a date." She glitched to his side with a teasing laugh.

"Lyla, I... no." He grumbled, flicking at his watch.

"Oh, you know?" Miguel tried to smack her away, only for her to reappear on his left shoulder. "You should go back, then."

Miguel glared at her, ignoring how the tips of his ears began to burn. "I can't, its-"

"Not a canon event." They said at the same time. Lyla rolling her eyes behind her heart-shaped glasses, Miguel focusing on creating a portal. "You're such a loser, you know that?" She huffed and puffed, spawning with her back turned to him.

He tried to reach out with a heavy breath, but she moved further away. This time sitting with her arms crossed and pouting.

"They were cute." The villain nodded from his fetal position on the ground. Earning a glare from the two. Shrinking further into himself, the shape-shifter apologized.

Miguel thrust his forearms forward, his mantis blades catching on the fabric of time. Ripping them apart with a grunt. Orange and purple twisted in front of him, and he grabbed a hold of the red netting the anomaly was in.

"Meet me back at HQ," He spoke to his AI with a nod. Foot already in the portal, he turned to cast a menacing glance at Lyla. "And do not try anything."

She held up her hands in defense, watching the portal close behind him. It wasn't like she even had to do anything - not anymore. She already slipped his multiversal number into the collar of Spider-Cat. All that needed to happen was you either found it, or it fell out. Lyla just had to wait to see which option would be canon.

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[jjkamochoso]

Carhartt? More like Car Heart to Heart

NoCursesAU!Choso x female reader

Reader and Choso go for a late night drive (inspired by “Streetlights” by Elko)

Warnings: cussing

“Fuck you! We’re over!” you screamed, car keys grasped in your hands as you slammed the front door behind you. Your heart was racing in your chest, ready to burst out of your skin. You knew it probably wasn’t the best idea to be driving while in this enraged state of mind but you had to get out that house immediately. You and your boyfr—well, you weren’t sure what to call him. You had been seeing this guy for a few months. You two were supposed to be exclusive, sure, but there weren’t any real labels on what you two were. It didn’t matter anyway. That relationship was as good as dead now. You and him had actually just gotten into a big fight about the label, the lack of, rather, on your relationship. You’d dwell on the details of that fight later. The problem now was where to go. You were in between places at the moment and had been living with your now ex at his house for the time being. Thankfully most of your belongings were in storage, but you dreaded having to go back to the house for some of your personal belongings. You just hoped he hadn’t trashed anything. Putting your car into drive, you raced away from that place as fast as you could without sparing it a second glance. As you sped through the city, tears threatened to fall as streetlights lit your path. It was 1:30 in the morning and all of your friends were asleep; all, you knew, except one. As you pulled into his apartment complex, you took a deep, shuddering breath. There was a slight breeze as you exited the car and you felt goosebumps appear all over your skin. Although he lived in a safe area, you were still scared as you locked your car and ran up to his door, knocking frantically. You prayed he would hear your knocks over the sound of his video games that kept him up all hours of the night. As you kept your knuckles rapping on the door, your other hand was digging through your purse for your phone to call him. However, there was no need. You faltered slightly as the door opened and you were met with concerned brown eyes.

“Y/n? What—“

“Choso!” you cried out, throwing yourself at him in a tight hug as your tears began to flow. You felt him back up and shift around, bringing your body with him so that he could close and lock the door. You felt his strong arms grip you tight, resting his chin on your head while his hands moved up and down your back in an attempt to soothe you. Your crying finally slowed into emotionally drained hiccups and Choso took that as a sign that it was okay to let go for a few moments.

“I’m so sorry to just show up like this, I just had nowhere else to go and—“

“Y/n,” Choso said, calm and with a little smile, “whatever happened, it’s okay. I’m glad you made it here alright, given the state you’re in.” You wanted to be mad at his crack of a joke, but he was right. You were a whole mess right now.

“I’m sorry to pull you away from your game,” you motioned to his headphones that were hanging haphazardly around his neck and the game that was sitting abandoned on the tv. Choso furrowed his brow.

“It’s totally fine, it’s just a game. You’re much more important,” he said. You felt your heart flutter at his words. Anything Choso said, he said with such conviction and passion. He was the greatest friend anyone could ask for. He was reliable, kind, passionate. You’d had the biggest crush on him for years and years but you could never risk losing his friendship in case he didn’t feel the same. Sometimes, when he said things like that, and looked at you with that unwavering eye contact and soft smile, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he felt the same.

“Hey guys, I gotta go, my friend needs me right now. Yes, it’s important. Oh, haha, very funny. Okay, bye, I’m logging off now.” Taking off his microphoned headphones, Choso turned off the tv as well. “You wanna go for a drive? I know that usually relaxes you.” You nodded in agreement. Choso grabbed you a blanket off his couch, holding it open to help you get wrapped into it. Then he put on his leather jacket over the grey sweatshirt he was wearing and picked up his keys.

“You ready?”

You felt so much safer walking in the parking lot with Choso. He worked out often, that you knew, and he was most likely ripped, that you wished you knew. He opened the passenger door for you and you thanked him. Even though he does this kind of thing all the time, tonight felt different. Was it because it was so late at night? Was it the stress of the breakup? Or do streetlights just cast an ethereal look over attractive men who wear space buns? As he pulled the car out of the lot, you began to unpack everything that happened.

“Jake and I had a fight. It shouldn’t have gotten that big or that explosive, but it just got out of control and I broke it off.”

You couldn’t figure out the look that Choso had on his face. Was it… relief?

“Oh thank god! Y/n, he was a horrible dude. We all hated him anyway.”

“Is this the time where you say ‘I told you so’ and start making fun of me for being an idiot?”

The raven haired man laughed slightly and spared you a quick glance before looking back at the road.

“Yes to the ‘I told you so’ part but I would never call you an idiot. Love makes you do weird things.”

You scoffed.

“Trust me, there was no love there. We’d been together for months and he couldn’t even call me his girlfriend. Not even after I moved in with him! Not to mention, I thought we were exclusive. That’s how the whole fight started. I asked him why he couldn’t be my boyfriend and the whole thing tumbled into me finding out he’d been seeing other girls on the side.” You noticed Choso’s jaw clench at the mention of infidelity. You also noticed the car accelerating ever so slightly. “I mean, am I in the wrong?”

Now it was Choso’s turn to scoff.

“He basically cheats on you and you’re wondering if you’re in the wrong? You are seriously too good for this world. Y/n, the guy’s trash. I wouldn’t even give him a second thought. He didn’t deserve you and all the good things you have to offer.” The car plugged along, the speedometer ticking upwards. “I just can’t believe how he could fumble a girl like you.” 40mph. “How he could miss the great thing he had right in front of his eyes.” 50 mph. “Besides the fact that he couldn’t even offer you basic fucking respect.” 60mph. “You don’t deserve to feel like that!”

“Choso,” you gently laid a hand on his arm, “I appreciate your passion but you’re on a backroad. You’re driving way too fast.” He met your eyes for a split second then looked at his speed, immediately tapping the brakes.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. You’re the one dealing with the breakup and I’m the one getting angry, driving fast and pissed off for some reason. There’s that park you like coming up, I’m going to stop there for a second.” When he pulled into the quiet parking lot, the car was filled with silence as well. Choso groaned, putting his face in his hands, and resting his forehead on the top of the steering wheel.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. You’re one of my closest friends and I only want the best for you. I just get so upset seeing these guys take advantage of you and your kindness. You deserve someone who will open car doors for you, someone who listens to you and understands you. Someone who’s only wish is to be around you at all times. Someone who respects and worships you. Someone who loves you completely and unconditionally. Someone—“

“Like you,” you finished. “Someone like you.”

You’d never seen a person whip their head over to look at you as fast as Choso did in that moment. You were tired of hiding how you felt. Who else would be there for you at the early hours of the morning, offering you sympathy and a shoulder to cry on? Who do you call when you want to talk about something that happened at work, who do you text when you see a silly little snail on the sidewalk? Who do you want to wake up to every morning and eat breakfast with? Who do you want to eat dinner with and go to bed with? Who do you want to kiss and caress for the rest of your life? It’s Choso, it’s always been Choso.

“What?” His voiced was barely louder than a whisper.

“You, Choso. I’ve been in love with you for years, I’m surprised you never saw it. The guys I dated, they were just distractions from the fact that I had my dream guy right in front of me the whole time, just barely out of reach.” His big brown eyes with the slight bags under them from lack of sleep were boring into your own, frantically scanning your face for any sign of deceit. After what felt like hours, he finally spoke once more.

“You’re not joking, right?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“No fucking way am I joking about this.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and let out a slight chuckle. “I’ve been enamored, head over heels in love with you since the day we met. I always felt you were too good for me, that’s why I never said anything.”

“God, we’re such losers. We really are perfect for each other, aren’t we?” you asked, giggling.

“You know, there’s one way to make sure we really fit together.”

“And what’s that?”

“This.” Choso leaned in toward you slowly, giving you enough time to back away if needed. There was no need, however, because you’d spent years dreaming of the moment you could kiss Choso Kamo. When your lips met, it was like all was right in the world. His soft pink lips meshed perfectly with your own. Even though it was a bit of an awkward angle, being in the car and all, it was still perfectly romantic. When Choso rested his hand on your cheek, you felt like you were going to faint. It was like a scene straight out of a movie. The kiss wasn’t too long, but just the right amount for new lovers. When you broke away, both of your faces were tinged red from blushing and you two couldn’t stop smiling.

“So, what’s next for us?” you asked.

“Hmm,” answered Choso, “I’m thinking we head back to your ex’s shithole of a house, you get everything you need, and come stay at my place however long you feel like.”

Your face lit up with a bright smile. “Really? You’d do that for me?”

Choso looked at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. “I would do anything for you, my darling.”

You gave him a kiss on the cheek and held his hand as the car pulled out of the lot and into your happily ever after.

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[samwinchesterswifu]

My Kink is Karma (Past Dean Winchester x Reader) (Eventual Sam Winchester x Reader Smut)

Requested: No

Set in between Seasons 13 and 14

Warnings: cute smut moment :)) , Dean being a big ole dirty cheater

Song Inspiration: "My Kink is Karma" by Chappell Roan

Minors DNI!

A/n: as soon as I heard this song, all I could think about is writing about Sam eventually getting the girl tehehe

It was during the stress of apocalypse world. She could still relive that night like a faint memory.

Dean hadn’t come home the night before, and he still wasn’t home the following morning. So, being the detective she is, she looks through the bank records of his cards and finds that he charged a motel room somewhere in Wichita. Her gut was screaming at her, eating her alive to go look. Racing to the garage, she grabbed her keys and sped off onto the highway. After some time, she finally arrived at the name of the hotel that was on his card. Seeing Baby parked out front she went to find what room he was in from the front desk. Gaining a key, she made her way to his room door quietly, her heartbeat racing out of her chest. Quietly as she could manage, she opens the motel door to find mounds of clothes all over the floor. Looking towards the bed she see’s Dean laying in bed with another woman, who was also naked. The light peering through the door awoke Dean. Once he saw her, he jumped up only in his boxers.

“This, this isn’t what it looks like, Y/N please,” Dean begged and she laughed as tears fell.

“Fuck you Winchester.” She screamed, waking up the other woman. Throwing the door key right smack in the middle of his chest.

Turning around and picking up her pace to make it to her car. As she’s getting ready to start it as Dean’s running out of the room still in his boxes and trying to throw a shirt over his head. She’s pulling out of the parking spot as he lands his hands on her hood, trying to stop her from leaving. Determination to get away from how vile of a man he was on her mind, she practically almost ran him over. She looked from the review mirror, and he stood in the middle of the parking lot screaming her name.

Getting back to the bunker, she rushed as fast she could. Bumping into Sam in the process. He looked heartbroken because he knew she would leave when they needed her the most. Giving a big hug, Sam whispers to her to be safe, and kisses her on her forehead. She was able to grab her things and leave the bunker before Dean ever arrived. She arrived at Jody’s not too long after her partings. Knocking on Jody’s door at 2 am. Jody answers in her PJ’s and she broke down in the middle of her doorway.

That was 4 months ago. She was thriving with the girls and helping them with their hunts. Taking the responsibility off Jody for the meantime so that she could take care of things at the station. For a while Dean would consistently blow up her phone, leaving begging text messages and voicemails. She had the guts to finally block his number at 2 weeks in. She thought Dean would come looking for her, but surprisingly it was peace. Sam was keeping her updated about the events going down.

Apoco Michael got to Dean, and they defeated Lucifer but Michael high jacked Dean. As much as her body screamed for her to run to their help, to help them find Dean, her heart was content with never interacting with him again.

It was silent for a few days. Her and Claire took on a solo hunt while the others rested. Defeating a rouge werewolf in Michigan, a case sent by Sam. Over the last few weeks, she and Sam have been texting quite a bit. Flirting in between giving out case information. Then, one morning Sam calls her. Telling her that they had found Dean and that Sam was exhausted. They needed her help. The desperation in Sam’s voice of needing another OG’s hand on something like this tugged at her heart. She wanted to help Sam, not Dean. And that’s what she had to remind herself of departing from Jody’s.

To say she was nervous to be back in the bunker again after the break up was an understatement. She shook with anxiety but was so excited to see Sam again. Pulling into the driveway, she makes her way to the front door. Taking deep breaths, she pushes open the door and walks towards the small balcony that looked over the war room. Sam sat with the other hunters as they discussed something, they hadn’t noticed her yet.

“Y/N!” Maggie shouts in excitement as she comes from the library. Making Sam and the others snap their heads in her direction.

Sam rose to his feet, a soft smile forming on his face. She made her way down the staircase. Dean wasn’t anywhere in sight. Before she could even make it to the last step, Sam was wrapping her up in a hug, bringing her down fully. There was just something about seeing Sam again after all these months. The skin contact felt different then with Dean. It felt electrifying, and safe. She briefly catches up with the other hunters before Sam pulls her away towards his room.

His lips slammed against hers before they even made it to his room. Barely rounding the corner before she was able to fully unbutton his shirt. Their movement was filled with so much hunger, want, and longing. Her eyes felt like they were swelling up with tears just simply by the overwhelmingness of the feelings she was feeling. Finally, after a few feet, Sam slams her back against his door. Reaching down trying his hardest not to break their contact, he links his arms around her legs. Hoisting her up and immediately wrapping her legs around him.

Sam fumbles with the doorknob, keeping a tight grip on her ass. Once inside his room, Sam kicks his door shit with his foot and throws her on his bed in the process. Sam kicks off his shoes while she tugs off her jeans. Since his shirt was already unbuttoned, he threw it to the ground. She’s seen the boys at least shirtless before, and there is just something about Sam standing in front of her with a hunger in his eyes. Something she never got from Dean.

Climbing above her, Sam bruises his lips against hers once again. His hands push them way under her shirt and cupping her breast. After a few moments on fondling Sam tugs away at her underwear. Leading kisses down her stomach and tracing over her hip bones, his lips finally contact her other…. lips. A loud gasp escapes her as he makes contact. Dean never ate her out, he would protest and say it was a gross idea to him even though she walked on him doing it often before they dated. But God, Sam was so good with it. He inserts two of his massive fingers into her after biting a sucking at her clit. She was already so close to cumming.

“Oh God- “She yelps as Sam as a third finger.

Sam curls them enough to where they hit her G-spot, rubbing it just in the right way and keeping a steady pace.

“Oh God- “

“Oh God- “

“Sam!” She yells as she meets her climax.

Then Sam’s door slams open. Both look in horror to see Dean with his gun drawn. Once he realizes the scene in front him, Dean’s face also goes white as a ghost.

“O-o-oh, oh my god, I’m- “ Dean reaches for the door knob and slams the door shut with such force the bed shakes.

Sam looks up at her with hunger still evident, but embarrassment now washed over his face. They look at each other for a moment before bursting out in laughter. Sam makes his way back up to her, and pulling her on his chest as they both are still giggling.

“Well, at least he knows,” Sam chuckles.

“Oh fuck you Winchester,” She says hitting his chest.

“I can make that happen.” Sam says with a grin, a playful look molding over his eyes. “Then what are you waiting for?”

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader smut #dean winchester x reader

[kindersurprisebacterium]

Powder (Dabi/Reader)

I’m writing this while waiting for a drug test so forgive any formatting issues

Explicit content MDNI

W/C: 2.4K

CW: hair pulling, drug use, face fucking, degredation, choking, breeding?

Gender Neutral AFAB Reader

A stern knocking at the front door grabbed my attention, taking my gaze away from my phone. Sniffling, I stood up and approached the front door, sighing as I twisted open the handle and expecting a familiar set of green eyes. Instead, I was met with shaggy jet-black hair and cerulean eyes. Painted fingers reached out, twirling around strands of my hair and painfully tugging.

“Where is He?” The man said with a grunt as he pushed past me, dragging me into the living room. My breath hitched as panic began to drain the blood from my face. My head thumped against the wall as I was thrown towards the dining room.

“What? Who are you talking about?!” I yelled. He swiftly clamped a hand over my mouth, vibrant cyan irises stared daggers at me.

“Suzuki, who else would I be talking about.” The man scoffed. I grabbed his wrist, pushing his hand from my mouth.

“He left a couple of days ago. I swear! I don’t know where he is.” I sputtered. The man tugged me forward by my belt loops, his other hand began feeling through my back pockets, eventually reaching my phone. He quickly shoved me back against the wall and turned the screen on. I squinted as he turned the phone around. I watched as the Lock Screen opened after scanning my face.

“Let’s fucking see,” he muttered as he swiped through my phone. His fingers tapped against the screen furiously. He then put the screen up to his ear. I could hear the faint ringing over my ragged breaths. The man smirked as he glanced at me. Just then, the ringing stopped and an incoherent voice sounded over the speaker.

“Wrong person, buddy. Guess what though? I’ve got your toy. You gonna get me the money now?” The man smirked. More garbled speech sounded from the speaker. The man’s cocky smile soon dropped. He pulled the phone back and looked at the screen. He slammed the phone down on the dining table.

“What about you?” He leaned in, placing a hand on the wall behind me. “You got my money?” I furrowed my brows, words failing to come to me. “Huh?”

“Who are you?” I asked, voice breaking.

“Dabi, your ex-boyfriend's dealer,” he spoke bluntly.

“Ex? Wh- how much does he owe you?” My eyes began to flick away from him, gaze darting across the room.

“You now owe me seven hundred,” he smirked, tapping my nose with his finger.

“But he’s the one who bought from you,” I mumbled, flinching as his fingers moved away from my face.

“I’ve gotta get that money somehow, doll. Don’t care if it’s from you,”

I attempted to step forward. He quickly placed his other hand on the wall, caging me in.

“Money first,” He spoke sternly.

“Um…he left his pc here, can you take that?” I spoke, my gaze dropping to the floor.

“Sure can, babe,” he tilted my head up with his fingers. “Where is it.” He clicked his tongue and dropped one of his arms. I stepped away from him and started off toward the hall. I eyed my phone. Dabi quickly slid it further away and followed behind me. I sped up my paces down the hall. A firm tug on my belt loops pulled me back. An inked arm wrapped around my shoulder.

“Why you walkin’ so fast?” He chuckled. “Take it slow…”

We reached the doorway to the bedroom. I reached out for the wall and flicked on the light switch. The yellow-tinted ceiling light illuminated the mess of scattered clothes that my boyfriend had left behind.

“It’s there,” I said, pointing to the desk. Atop the hickory wood sat a hand-built PC, a labor of love that had taken him months to complete. Dabi whistled, dropping his arm from my shoulder as he stepped closer to the desk.

“Yep, that’ll more than cover it.” He chuckled as he brushed his fingers along the exterior. I stood with my back pressed against the wall, my gaze fixed on my socks. His black leather combat boots stepped into my field of view. “You’re shaking, baby,” he mumbled, stepping closer to me. His hand settled on my waist. His thumb toyed with the hem of my shirt. “You got me my money, you don’t need to worry about anything,” he said, reassuringly. His hands went back to my face, tilting my chin up to look at him.

“What did he say on the phone?” I asked, ever so slightly leaning into his touch.

“You don’t want to know,” he said, pursing his lips. His hand slid down my back, reaching toward my ass. I flinched, grabbing his wrist in an attempt to pull him off.

“Dabi,” I muttered.

“You wanna feel good?” He asked, leaning in. His hot breath fanned over my neck. “I bet you he never made you feel good,”

Flashes of memories of long, unsatisfied nights permeated my thoughts. Sore jaws and bruised knees became a prevalent problem.

“I’m nervous,” I mumbled, my grip relaxing.

“You want something to take the edge off? Something to make you feel good?” He asked, pressing kisses to my neck.

“Uh, yeah,” I said with a broken voice. My speech was laced with anxiety as I watched him fiddle with his back pocket.

“Open your mouth,” he said as he pulled out a small bag with white powder. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. He chuckled as he turned to me with a small amount of powder on his fingers. He pulled my cheek to the side with his free hand and began rubbing the powder into my gums. A small strand of drool dropped from my tongue. He pulled his soaked fingers from my mouth and brought the digits to his lips. He swirled his tongue around the fingers and then pulled off with a soft pop. He leaned in, mashing his lips against mine in a heated kiss. His hand gripped my ass, fingers slipping past the hem of my shorts and barely dipping into my underwear. He pulled back, hands going to the back of my thighs and moving my leg to wrap around his waist.

“You want me to fuck you?” He asked as he let his hand move back up my thigh. I nodded, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. “Use your fuckin’ words,” he said, gripping my face with his other hand.

“Fuck me, dabi,” I spoke, lust soaking into my words. His lips curled into a smirk as his fingers dipped into my shorts. With two fingers, he began prodding at my entrance. The digits slowly slipped inside of me. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, pulling his face close to mine. His thumb began rubbing against my clit in fast, circular motions. His fingers roughly pumped in and out of me, matching the brisk pace of his thumb. My vision unfocused as I sunk further into the feeling of his fingers inside me. My jaw went slack, and strangled moans escaped my throat. I tugged at his belt, undoing the buckle and pulling the leather through his belt loops. His fingers went faster. My breath hitched, hands shaking as I fiddled with the button on his fly. I began pushing his jeans and his boxers down his hips, gently coaxing his stiff cock out of its confines. It sprang free, hitting his abdomen. The flushed skin was adorned in silver barbells and dripping. I spit into the palm of my hand and brought it to his length. I began stroking him at a pace similar to that of his fingers. He huffed, cheeks turning a dusty pink color. With his other hand, he grabbed onto my throat, roughly pushing my head against the wall. He leaned forward, slotting his lips against mine. His tongue brushed against my lips. I parted my lips, making way for his tongue to twirl against mine. I moaned into his mouth as his fingers pulled me closer to a climax. My hand stuttered and then resumed its quick pace. He pushed harder against my throat, cock twitching in my hand. A soft, whining sound escaped from his chest, grip loosening ever so slightly as he pulled back.

“You clenched, baby. You like it when I choke you?” He asked, slurring his words as he left trails of wet kisses along my skin.

“Yeah,” I stuttered, tears pricking my eyes. “Fucking choke me,” my swollen lips spat the words out.

“You’re a fucking whore, aren’t you?” He said, thumb pressing harder into my clit. My toes curled, and my vision vision blurred as I neared my climax. “Huh?” He pushed against my throat, earning strangled gasps from me. “Who’s whore are you?”

“Y-yours,” I sputtered out, gasping. My hand stopped its motions as I came. My muscles clenched and my eyes strained as they rolled to the back of my head. Drool pooled from my lips, tongue lolling out of my mouth. My breath hitched as breathy, broken moans sounded from my bruised throat.

He picked me up by my thighs and carried me towards the bed. My chest heaved as he dropped me down onto the mattress. He began to yank my shorts down my hips. The seams creaked under the force of his grip. I pushed his jeans over his hips with my heels, easing them down his toned legs. His thighs were inked with thick black lines. Traditional Japanese artwork sprawled across his pale skin. I tugged at his shirt, eyes tracing the linework that disappeared underneath his fitted white tee. He pulled the fabric off, letting it drop beside my soaked shorts. I reached out, fingers tracing along his abs as my eyes wandered across his skin and to the barbells that adorned his nipples.

I sat up, heat running through my veins. I ran my tongue around one of his nipples while my fingers toyed with the other.

“It’s kicking in, ain’t it?” He asked, gripping the hair at the nape of my neck. He pulled me away from his chest and back far enough for his cerulean eyes to stare deeply into mine.

“Dabi,” I whined, biting my lip. “Use me.”

“Fuck,” he groaned as he began to stroke his cock. “You want me to use your cunt or your throat?”

I smirked, half-lidded eyes staring at his pierced cock. “My throat, and then my cunt,”

He smirked and moved to the other side of the bed. He gripped my hair, pulling me to lie down. He then hooked his arms under mine and pulled me until my head was dangling off the edge of the bed. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. He tapped the head of his cock against my tongue

“Bet that fucker would love to see this,” he mumbled as he grabbed his phone. He held the camera out, taking a picture of his cock resting on my face. I flicked my tongue against the underside of his head, urging him to put the phone down. He chuckled and slipped the tip of his cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his head. He pushed further down my throat. Tears began to prick my eyes and a tickling sensation grew in the back of my throat. He pulled out, just to thrust forward with a moan. He pushed down on my throat with his hand. My legs twitched, heels digging into the mattress as my throat stretched to accommodate his size.

His phone began to vibrate. He huffed and slid it off of the mattress. He leaned forwards, fingers going straight to my clit. My hips jolted as he circled around my overstimulated nerves. His cock pushed deeper into my throat. I pushed at his thighs. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I coughed. He pulled out with a groan. His eyes scanned my spit-soaked face, pupils dilating as my half-lidded eyes met his.

“Fuck I just need to be inside you,” he muttered, grabbing my hair and pushing me forward onto my stomach. He then gripped my ankles and pulled me toward the edge of the bed. He pushed the head of his cock past my entrance.

“Fuuuck,” he moaned, “I’m gonna fuck this cunt so hard.” He started at a rough pace. The mattress beneath us began to squeal with every forward thrust. My breath was knocked from my chest, instead, I was left with empty and sore lungs, my mouth contorted into a silent scream. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision.

“Feel good, baby?” He asked. I took in a wheezing inhale.

“Ffuck, so good!” I spoke with a splintered voice.

“Yeah?” He chuckled with a particularly rough snap of his hips. I cried out, fingers gripping at the sheets until my knuckles were white. “Who’s making you feel this good,” he asked, landing a harsh smack on my ass.

“You! Dabi! S’good!” I sputtered. “Harder,” I choked, “break me!”

“That’s it, baby, fucking love this cunt,” he moaned, grabbing a fistful of my hair. He pulled my head back until I was looking at him. My eyes settled on the phone in his hand. “Say hi to your ex, babe,” he said with a smirk. I stared at the camera, lips curling into a smile as an idea filled my head.

“Dabi, I want you to cum inside me,” I said, looking straight into his eyes. His pupils dilated, turning the bright cerulean of his irises into a deep navy color. He emitted what sounded like a growl and tossed the phone to the side. He pushed my face into the mattress and drilled into me at an even faster pace.

“Fuck, fuck! Gonna fill you to the fuckin’ brim,” he grunted. A haze fell over my body as I approached my second orgasm. His sentences melted into a slurred mess of groans as he drew closer to his climax.

“Breed me!” I croaked out as I came. My eyes screwed shut, toes curling as every muscle contracted from the sheer intensity of the orgasm. His hips stuttered, and he shouted profanities as he filled me with warmth. He pulled out, falling beside me. His chest heaved as he caught his breath.

“S’you wanna,” he huffed “go out?” He asked, hand soothing over my flushed cheek. I leaned into his touch and pressed a soft kiss to his palm.

“Of course,” I said with a smile. I shifted my gaze to his phone. The timer on the video was still ticking up with every second.

“Dabi, you’re still recording.”

#dabi x y/n #dabi smut #bnha dabi #dabi x reader #mha dabi #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #read on ao3 #touya smut #touya x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha smut

[milawritesstuff]

Hey can u do a love triangle between the reader gavi and pedri <3 xx

A/N: ok this one really made me soft. And when I reread it to proofread it made me sad 🤣

Please give me all of your feedback. This is probably one of my favorites I have written if we are being honest.

Warnings: none

Update: Prequel, when reader and Pedri merry can be found here!!!

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You could feel Pedri’s stare piercing through you as you and Gavi sat across from him waiting to go into the movie theatre. It had surprised you he had accepted to go out with the group despite not having a date and now you wished he would not have came along. He was making it all feel awkward. Gavi was completely oblivious to Pedri looking.

A few months back Pedri and you had met. There had been flirting back and forth but he always sent you mixed signals. Minus a heated makeout session after he offered to take you home from Val’s party, nothing else had happened. He had asked Val for your phone number which resulted in random messages every few weeks. After a few weeks you decided to step away and not get your hopes up. You were attracted to him but knew he was too invested in his career and you would end up broken hearted.

In contrast, Gavi went all in. Two weeks ago you and Gavi had ended up at the same event. That night he had asked for your phone number and here you were on your first unofficial date.

The next afternoon as you were walking to catch the metro after your last uni class you heard a honk. You turned around and saw a green mini copper nearing you. It was Pedri. You leaned into the passenger window. “Hola Pedri.” He smiled. “Going home?” He asked. “Yeah.” “I’ll take you, it’s on the way.” He had just finished some meetings at camp nou which was about five minutes from your school. Sitting in the car with him gave you butterflies because it reminded you of the night you two made out.

“Did you like the movie yesterday?” You asked as a way to break the ice. “I did, you?” He asked with his eyes fixed on the road ahead. “It was good.” You responded. It took Pedri less than a second “Did you watch it? I thought you and Pablo spent the whole time sucking each others faces.” Ouch. Pedri had sat at the opposite end of the row from you and Gavi, you didn’t think he had noticed. “And? Are you jealous or something?”

Your question caught Pedri by surprise. He stayed quiet for a moment. “And what if I am?” He said and you could feel your heart being to beat extremely fast.

Pedri remembered the way to your home. He pulled up to the same spot where you two had made out that first night. He stopped his car and looked over at you. “So what’s going on with you and Pablo?” Part of you wanted to tell him it was none of his business but another part of you was intrigued.

“I guess we’re casually dating. I don’t know.” You said. Which was true, you weren’t exactly sure where you and Gavi stood. You knew you liked him though. “You like him?” Asked Pedri. And the truth was he wasn’t sure why he had asked that. Pablo had become his best friend in the short time they had known each other. He knew he couldn’t betray him even if he had seen you first. “Maybe.” You said. But before Pedri could say anything you added “But I also like you.”

Your eyes met and despite his good intentions Pedri couldn’t fight off his desire. He leaned in and kissed you. When you two parted away you were lost for words. His kiss was just as you had remembered. Unfortunately before you could say anything Pedri proceeded to say goodbye. “You’re home safe Y/N, I’ll see you around.” You took the hint and got off of his car. Before you even made it to your front door Pedri had already sped away.

The next day Pedri, Gavi, and the rest of the team were flying out for a game. Pedri like always sat with Gavi. “What are you smiling like that for?” He asked Gavi who was looking at his phone. “It’s Y/N” said Gavi as he waved his phone in front of Pedri’s face. “You really like her?” Asked Pedri.

What Pedri wanted to hear was that no Gavi did not like you. That he just wanted to have fun because then it would be easier to tell him to back off because he had claimed you first. “It’s weird,” said Gavi bringing Pedri out of his thoughts. “I really do think I like her.” Pedri smiled politely at Gavi despite burning with jealousy inside. If he had just told you how he felt about you months ago this wouldn’t be happening. If he had told Gavi why he was acting weird every time he asked, this wouldn’t be happening. But he didn’t. And it was happening.

As soon as the team landed in Madrid Gavi messaged you. Seeing his messages made you smile with anticipation. As you were responding to him you realized another message had came in, this time from Pedri. You opened the message history for Pedri which showed his last message had been three weeks ago. “He’s really into you.” Read the new message.

You had waited long enough to where you knew Pedri would be in his room when you decided to call instead of message him back.

“Y/N?” He answered. “Are you alone?” You asked. “Yeah.”

“I know Gavi’s into me.” You said very matter of factly. Pedri scuffed. “That’s what you called me for!” He asked. “No, I-“ You stuttered. “I called you because Pedri I was head over heels for you and you did nothing about it. How was I supposed to know you liked me? It’s not really fair now.”

“Well now you know.” He said. You could tell he wanted to say more but he didn’t. “I like you too Pedri.” You whispered. Pedri was annoyed because no matter how much he wanted you he knew he couldn’t have you. It would end his friendship and shatter Gavi. He’s liked you but he was a loyal friend. “Don’t.” He said. “I want to see you when we get back, if that’s okay.” You agreed you would meet with him once the team was back in Barcelona.

That night you and Gavi talked on the phone until the late hours of the night. Pedri made you feel safe but Gavi made you feel adventurous and free. It was a Jekyll and Hyde thing.

A week later you found yourself waiting near your university for a green mini copper. When you saw Pedri approaching you waited to get in his car and he drove off. He was silent most of the car ride. He held on to your hand as he keeps his eyes on the road. And despite being silent that little gesture told you so much. “Where are we going?” You asked Pedri.

“On our first and last date.” He said. Pedri drove up to Montjuïc where you two could get lost in between the crowds. He held your hand as he led the way. He showed you his favorite view of the city and you walked through the gardens.

“What are we doing?” You asked him as the two of you sat on a bench. “What do you mean?” He asked. “What is all of this, Pedri?”

He sat there in silence. Then he turned over to you and took you in for a deep and long kiss. “That’s the last time I do that, I promise.” He said.

“Pedri. Pablo asked me to be his girlfriend last night.” You said as you bit your bottom lip. “I know.” He responded. The truth was that Gavi had planned his proposal during the plane ride back to Barcelona. He had asked Pedri, his best friend, for advice. Which was why he had brought you a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Which Gavi had no idea what they were but Pedri remembered.

“That’s why I said this would be our first and last date.” Said Pedri with a low and defeated tone. “He’s a great guy, Pablo. He’s head over heels for you.”

“Why Pedro? I waited days for you to call me after we made out and nothing and when you did reach out you didn’t mention anything.” You didn’t realize until that moment that you had some bottled up resentment for him. “I got scared.” He said. “I want to focus on my career and that night you really made me doubt if that should be my priority.” He explained.

“So what now?” You asked. He looked at you with a piercing look that sent shivers down your spine. “Now you’re Pablo’s girlfriend.” He said. “And I lost my chance.”

#pablo gavi #pedri gonzalez #pedri imagine #gavi fluff #gavi imagine #gavi x reader #pablo gavira #pedri x reader

[mexxs-blog]

stressed out

{ summary } — randy’s been watching rheas every move, and when her stress levels reach an all time high, he helps her relax.

{ warnings } — nsfw (proceed with caution) dry humping, cheating, petnames, semi-public sex, elements of stalking.

{ pairings } — randy orton x rhea ripley

{ genre } — smutt, angst (?)

rhea let out a sigh. she was no less than exhausted. trying to keep the judgement day together was a chore, and with damian now considering himself to be the real leader, it was even harder to keep her cool.

her mind wouldn’t stop screaming at her, her body aching twenty four seven, wearing out fast from match after match, segment after segment. she felt hot tears start rolling down her face, a cracked sob escaping her mouth, all the stress from the past months flowing out.

through her breakdown, little did she know that a certain viper had been watching her. before making his return, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her during matches, segments, so forth. and now he had the perfect opportunity to slither into her head.

with a creak, he opened the door to the judgement days locker room, rheas head snapping up quickly. she wiped her tears away, standing up to face him. “what the fuck do you want- you’re not even supposed to be here!” she growled, face to face with him. he chuckled as the disheveled younger women, reaching a hand out to caress the side of her face. “you see, rhea. i’ve noticed how hard things have been for you. trying to keep the judgement day together. nobody appreciates your efforts.”

as he spoke, he guided her gently back to the couch by her shoulders, sitting her down. she had fallen silent, his scent intoxicating her brain, and his words strangely comforting. “you need someone to take care of you. you can’t be tough all the time.” he purred, running his hand up her thigh, looking for any signs of uncomfortableness or displeasure in the women, but none showed.

she felt weirdly hot, her core starting to throb achingly hard at his touch. she felt a rush of heat ignite her body as his hand brushed her clothed clit. “i.. would like that-“ she gasped, her hips jerking against his hand as he chuckled. “your little boys couldn’t do this to you, could they now?” he growled. she nodded desperately, now rocking her hips against his hand, panting like a dog in heat. “c’mon baby.. that’s it…” he encourages her, watching as her eyes glazed over at the praise. she sped up as she felt her orgasm start to build, so close to the edge it was painful. randy grinned. “good girl.. you gonna cum for me, huh?” he teased, and she let out a cry. his voice was all it took to set her over the edge, the tight knot in her gut untying itself as she fucked herself through her orgasm

“what the fuck is this?!” a voice rang out, randy smirking to himself. her boys were back, just in time to see their mommy cum for him. “since none of you took the time to take care of her, i did it myself.” rhea flushed a bright red at his words, glancing over at him. “rips? are you serious?” damian questioned, his brows furrowing together. rhea felt the tears threaten to spill again as she nodded. randy rolled his eyes. “maybe next time, think about your girlfriend, yea?” he laughed, standing up. rhea looked at him, terrified. was he going to leave her there? but her mind was put back at ease when he pulled her up after him, slinging his arm over her shoulders. “if you’ll excuse us.” he shoves through the men at the door, rhea near tears again. she turns to him as they walk. “thank you.”

#rhea ripley #smutt #sub!rhearipley #bottom!rhea #the judgement day #dominik mysterio #damian priest #finn balor #jd mcdonagh #randy orton #my writing

[morgandoesstuffsig]

" VACATION. " a south park x reader

SNOW IN THE SUMMER?! || I - past : next

        Hissing at the sudden cold air nipping at any exposed skin you had out, you lugged your suitcase into your temporary house as the taxi sped off. You were grateful though, it smelled like nothing more than cigarettes, smoke, and piss.

        'Temporary, temporary house.' You reminded yourself.

        You dug through your pockets before finally fumbling with a key, unlocking the front door and entering, greeted by a warm wave of air which made you feel as if you were slowly but surely thawing. You shut the door behind you and looked around the room which you entered, it seemed to be the living room as it had a really large TV infront of a large, black sofa with a coffee table infront of it. You spotted the kitchen around the corner and then saw stairs on the other side. You sighed and started to lug your rolling suitcase behind you as you struggled to get it up each of the steps.

        'How much shit did they pack?! God fucking damn, I know I'll be here for over a month, but I could always buy myself some new shit?!' You thought to yourself as the suitcase finally got to the top with you, and you started down a hallway. You spotted, in this order, one bathroom, two bedrooms, and an empty office room. You went inside the first bedroom which was bigger and had a king-sized bed. You dropped the luggage, your eyes deciding to move around the room and scan for anything out of place or anything that you didn't like.

        After concluding the room was good, you sighed and knelt next to the suitcase and started to work on putting all your clothes and anything else that was shoved packed away in this poor, overflowing suitcase, courtesy of BOTH your parents...

|| TWO HOURS LATER ||

        Sighing as you flopped backwards onto your extremely comfortable bed. You had finally finished your clothes, bathroom supplies, and a couple of decorations. Your room was still pretty bland, but you'd get to that later! You had other things to worry about, like-

        || DING DONG, SOMEONE'S HERE! ||

        ...like who's ringing the doorbell... you swore that nobody had saw you go inside! What stalkers... You huffed internally before making yourself get up and out of bed, down the stairs, and to the front door.

        Unlocking it and opening it, you were met with a shorter girl wearing a cute little pink beret. She had long black hair, really dark brown eyes, and she had a light skin color, presumably white. She wore a pink sweater with darker, purple-ish lining and buttons. She also wore yellow pants, which is something you'd never thought you'd see, but even more so something you'd never see someone pulling it off so well. She also wore black shoes.

        '...I take that back, she's really fucking pretty.. I don't mind her stalking me.'

        "Hi there! Couldn't help but see you step out of your taxi a few hours ago, I wanted to say hi but I had something really important to do! I wanted to check in and see if you needed any help getting set up, and if not, wanted to at least introduce myself!" She exclaimed, lending a hand out to you for a handshake. You took it and she gave it a firm shake, smiling.

        She continued, "My name is Wendy! Wendy Testaburger! May I ask for yours?"

        "[Y/N] Niaki." You stated blankly as you returned the handshake before bringing your hand to rest into your pocket. She beamed up at you before her phone let out a small, 'ding!' and she went to check it. You stood there quietly as she went over something and gasped a little before looking back up at you with slightly widened eyes.

        "Sorry [Y/N], I've got to go do something right now! See ya around!" She said quickly before waving and swiftly turning on her heel and rushing off, her pace fast as she stuffed her phone into her pocket. You just waved back before closing the door again and plopping onto the sofa.

        '...I'm going to get roped into something and I'm not really gonna like it, I can already tell.'

|| SECRETS FROM THE AUTHOR ||

1. oopsies, foreshadowing

2. rushed this one oopsies

3. i lub wendy mwah mwah

4. my gayass will most likely make the girls fall in love first cuz... im gay.. lmao... oops..?

5. but dont worry your cute little head off, youre going to see some cute boys soon!~

|| SWEET DREAMS, DARLING. ||

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Azriel x Reader - Bad Dreams

Synopsis: set after the war, reader is not at all used to death and is haunted by memories of the carnage. Gets intrusive thoughts about corpses beneath her bed or inside her wardrobe. That her food is rotten and blood-slicked.

Warnings: blood, mention of dead bodies, possibly disturbing imagery, fluff

A/N: I just had a horrible intrusive thought so I’m going to write a comfort fic :’)

Visual Prompt here

You reached toward your closet door, in a hurry since the others were down for breakfast. You grabbed the handle, cool metal contrasting with your warm palm.

‘There’s a corpse in your closet’

You froze, hand still half turned, suddenly feeling a foreboding presence emanating from behind the door. Your heart rate sped up and your throat became hot and dry, and itch forming from within. You twisted the handle, about to pull it open.

The body would be a putrid grey, a thin layer of sweat gleaming on the damp surface of the clammy skin. Big, vacant eyes swallowing yours, the pupils relaxed, with it’s jaw hanging abnormally open, the muscles having stopped their permanent constriction. The tongue would be a bloody red, the rotting flesh easily pulling apart from the infesting moisture.

You slammed the door closed before you could see what was inside, a sheen of cold sweat cresting your forehead. You took in a shaky breath, nearly vomiting on the exhale, stomach contracting violently as you smacked your palm over your mouth. A dizzying sweat burned in your brain, a ringing in your ears as you gripped onto the wood of the wardrobe.

The door was swinging open, the force of you shutting it making it wind back open. You gagged, staggering back as it swung open menacingly. The clammy swollen skin, the vacant eyes, bloody tongue. Legs giving out on you, you crashed to the floor, pushing yourself away from the closet.

The darkness inside stared back at you, bodiless clothes hanging limply within like empty sacks of skin. Your bottom lip trembled as you remained petrified on the floor.

‘Behind you.’

Your head twisted backwards staring to your bed, the duvet hiding what was beneath it.

‘The closet.’

Your nails dug into the floorboards, head snapping from the bed to the open closet, certain something was getting closer, nearer and nearer until cold clammy hands would wrap around your neck with wet breath dampening your ear as it opened it’s rotten mouth the stench coming from it making you gag so violently as your breathing shot into hyperventilation with your throat constricting as you shoved to your shaky feet dashing for the door opening it and slamming it shut as soon as you were out practically able to feel that damp rotten breath on the back of your neck making your hair stand on end and hands tremor.

You inhaled deeply, hand covering your mouth to try and limit the fast breaths. Your hand remained on your door handle that was now slick with sweat. You made your way to a washroom hastily, moving faster and faster along the hallways.

It had been a few months ago these thoughts had infested your mind, insidiously creeping further in through the cracks of your sanity. Tendrils of madness sliding and coiling round your mind, twisting your perception, warping your sight and sound. Most nights you managed to sleep, but none of them peaceful. Murky images of rot and disease plaguing your sleep making you wake in the same state, clammy skinned and pale-cheeked. Most mornings you were the first awake, sometimes having being jolted awake mere hours after falling into the depths of unconsciousness.

The feeling of discomfort became your safety, feeling uncomfortable and nauseous when the true illusion of comfort tried to worm its way into you skull. Slowly the nights grew worse. On a good night you got a few sickening nightmares, on others the images refused to fade until daybreak, consciousness doing nothing to ward off the dreams and humanoid figures that slunk in the corners of your room, waiting to send their infection slithering across your skin. You knew the dark circles beneath your eyes had grown, giving the appearance of a sunken gaze to whoever tried to look.

You made your way to the High Lord’s office, trying to keep a maintained level of speed because there was nothing behind you.

You knocked twice as you came to a halt in front of his door. You heard his voice but not what he said as a hot, damp breath breezed down the back of your neck. But you kept your gaze on the wood because there was nothing behind you.

The floorboards creaked - probably from you moving - while you remained still, listening for something that was not behind you. Was not behind you.

Not behind you.

You turned, looking behind you, back to the wall. Nothing. A cold breeze on your neck and you turned on you heel, coming face to chest with Cassian. You reeled back a step, hand on your heart, muttering a curse under your breath.

He raised an eyebrow, “I thought you were against us cursing,” he grinned down at you cockily. “You do it in excess,” you spoke, “I do it when necessary.”

“And I’m necessary for a curse?” He grinned. You exhaled heavily, looking at him head to toe, “yes,” you muttered, hand on your heart still. As you looked at him closer though, his grin seemed forced, like there was something bothering him, but he turned, reentering the office. You spared a single glance down the hall before you stepped in firmly shutting the door behind you, if not a bit hastily.

You walked further inside, spotting the High Lord by the desk, Azriel in a dark corner and the warlord on Rhysand’s left - your right. You didn’t enter far enough to reach the centre of the room.

“What did you want to speak to me about?” You asked, calming your breathing because there had been nothing behind you. The High Lord sat down, gesturing to the seat in front of him. Hesitantly, you walked forward, passing the centre, sitting in front of his desk - Feyre smiling on the wall behind him. The warlord’s face had turned serious.

“It’s about Nesta,” the High Lord began.

Ah.

“As you know, she’s been acting…” he gave a compromising gesture, “a little off,” he decided on, making you raise a brow, eyes darting to the warlord, searching for an explanation then returning to the High Lord. “Naturally, Feyre is more than a little concerned for her well-being as it’s getting out of hand,” he continued, Cassian’s jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. “Do you have any idea what could be causing this?” Your brows furrowed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied, making the High Lord pause. “Her…behaviour, recently?” His violet gaze scanning you for a response, making you lean back in the chair, giving a look that told him you had no idea what he was talking about. “She’s been getting drunk a lot, not socialising with any of us, seemingly not caring about her self,” Cassian prompted from Rhysand’s left, - your right - “shutting herself away in a nearly collapsing building?” He finished, watching you intently.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t seen her in…” you paused, thinking, “…since…” the war? No, really? Hadn’t you seen her since? “…a while.” You decided on, vague enough. Your eyes had drifted and were now set on your youngest sister’s, looking down upon Rhysand with laughter in her sparkling eyes. You swallowed, heavily, a heavy sensation drawing your shoulders together.

The warlord looked troubled, Azriel remained blank. “I was under the impression you and Elain saw her last week,” Rhysand asked, casually. You blinked, “maybe?” His brow furrowed. “You don’t remember?” The warlord asked incredulously from the corner, making you relax back into your chair, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes. Your spine straightened immediately as your hair stood on end at the texture of the not-quite-cool wood.

“I have other things on my mind,” you relented, shooting a mock-annoyed look at Cassian. He frowned, not returning the look. Your own brow furrowed, “is something wrong?” The High Lord now leant back in his chair, hand slightly covering his mouth as he studied you.

Your ears twitched and shoulders tightened as you thought about the open space behind you, the empty, open space behind you. Because nothing was there. You shifted in your seat, disguising you reaching for the wood of the chair with crossing your legs anxiously. The wood was cold this time, the grain easy to trace out and focus in on, to ground yourself. Nothing behind you.

“I’m considering having her moved to the house of wind, so she can train up at the mountains,” the High Lord elaborated - the mountains meaning the Illyrian mountains. “Is that really necessary?” The harshness in your tone appearing out of habit over the separation of your only older sister. You swallowed again as he remained watching you, “I mean, is it really that bad?” You corrected, speaking slower, more normally.

“It’s reaching that point, yes.”

“Oh.” Had you really missed something big enough to warrant her being sent to the mountains? Just how long had it been? She seemed the same as always the last time your had seen her: contained, cold, stern. “You’re sure you aren’t…well…mistaking it?” Your throat tightened, remembering the empty space behind you. Nothing there.

Again they were quiet, waiting for you to continue. “Well she’s always a bit distant from you.” You point out.

“And from you?” The High Lord asked. You averted your eyes as you felt the space being filled, choosing to look into your youngest sister’s eyes, as if a tell-take reflection might be there. “Well, I haven’t seen her recently, so I can’t say.” Her eyes seemed duller than before, more grey than blue.

“Isn’t that odd in itself?” The High Lord pushed, reluctantly you looked back to him. “How?” He sat straighter in his chair, ��the way I’ve understood it, the two of you were very close,” he pointed out, “so it’s more than a little odd that seems to have simply vanished.” A thorn of guilt lodged its way between your ribs, pricking into your heart.

You ignored the buzzing that was surfacing in your ears, circling your mind, pounding at your skull. “I still don’t understand what the problem is? You’re saying she’s becoming an alcoholic?” You asked slowly, struggling to formulate the sentence. The High Lord nodded, “is there anything you can think of that would result in her acting in such a way?” Your brow furrowed. “Well…” that one was pretty obvious, did he mean aside from that? “Go on,” he encouraged, gesturing to continue. “I mean…” your brow furrowed further. There’s no way he would have overlooked that, right?

He was watching you intently, as was the warlord and the Shadowsinger. “Isn’t that to be expected? Her behaviour, I mean?” You asked slowly, hesitantly, eyes wandering across the office, scanning over the High Lord’s desk, the bookcases. “What do you mean?” The general asked, an abnormally serious expression remaining on his face. You swallowed. “I mean, well, from the War…” you began hesitantly. They appeared to be listening. It was making you nervous.

Your eyes wandered again, looking up at the painting of Feyre. “I mean, none of us had really ever had to see that much death. Even in the mortal lands… I mean, it wasn’t rare for someone to die, but actually seeing it…being so close to all those…” you trailed off as you looked deeper into Feyre’s eyes, now leached of colour. “…all those bodies…” Her eyes moved, looking behind you and you felt your hairs stand on end, nails digging into your thighs.

“You think she’s finding the adjustment back to normal life difficult,” the High Lord observed. You nodded. “That’s reasonable,” Cassian spoke from the side. Your eyes remained glued to Feyre’s, still looking behind you. “Nesta’s never been through a war before. Our first wasn’t easy either, we should keep that in mind,” Cassian seemed to be trying to convince Rhysand of something. Maybe if you had been listening to him you would have noticed how he centred in on Nesta, but you were staring into the painting, face draining of colour.

Azriel shifted in the corner, snapping you back into the room. The space behind you still wasn’t empty. You knew it wasn’t. Still you kept facing forwards, pretending it away. “Do you have any idea of something that might help? To help her to cope, if that is the issue,” Rhysand spoke, turning back to you, drawing your attention from the grain in your chair. You shook your head, “no idea,” you managed, nails digging into the wood.

You felt the thing behind you grow, filling up the space behind you until your could feel it behind your ears, down your spine. You clamped your jaw shut. Because there was nothing there. Feeling your throat tighten you took in a deep breath, closing your eyes momentarily, releasing it and reopening them.

Feyre’s eyes were blank. Unseeing. Her skin had a damp sheen to it. Her lips were a bloody red, looking like they might be able to be pulled right off her mouth. The skin around her eyes had loosened, revealing the rot that lurked beneath. Her jaw was slack, muscles having relented in her jaw.

“Is everything okay?” The High Lord’s voice came in distantly, along with the ruffling of wings.

Your eyes widened and you snapped them to the floor. Nausea stirred in your stomach. “Everything’s f—” you heard a floorboard creak behind you, a footstep. Your heart stopped. Another one followed, then another after that making a slow procession. They were getting closer. And faster. It was a steady lope. A lopsided walk. A hurried gait. Approaching from behind from behind you it got louder and louder getting closer and closer.

You turned.

Nothing.

Nothing was behind you.

Silence in front of you.

You looked back to the three before you, who had turned completely silent. The skin of their faces looked as if it had been melted, then smoothed over, sealing them within. Your mouth hung open in terror. Rhysand’s figure cocked its head to the side, Cassian’s taking a step forward. Upon seeing him approach you stood suddenly, knocking the chair back. Silence continued and you took in another shaky breath.

Even Feyre’s face had been removed from the painting. Tears prickled at your eyes. Rhysand’s figure rose from behind the desk, standing tall. You held your hands out, as if it would hold them at bay, “stop,” you managed, terror shifting the pitch of your voice. One hand reached behind you, desperately grasping, searching for the chair to anchor yourself without taking your eyes off them. You hand wrapped around the back support, leaning your weight onto it.

You took in another deep breath, shutting your eyes.

One.

Two.

Three.

You didn’t get a chance to open your eyes because you collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

————

You cracked your eyes open, molten sun pouring like honey through the window panes. You looked around, trying to figure out where the hell you were.

The bed you were lying on was more of a patchwork sofa, a quilt made up of odd fabrics decorated your lap, small sequins and beads glinting in the sun. There were a couple of large squarish pillows around the room, seemingly to sit on. The sofa you were reclining on had a window by its side that was parted, the sil resting a couple of worn books, their spines wrinkled.

Looking around, the room was fairly large, with a set of stairs leading down near the centre of the room. The ceiling and floor were made of wooden boards, though the floor was concealed by various earthy coloured rugs, colours of turmeric, lavender, and curry gliding over the wooden panels.

You blinked your eyes slowly, clearing the blur from the edges. A warm breeze glided through the room, playing with wisps of your hair cheekily. It was so calm here, so tranquil. Life seemed to be be existing in the air. The room wasn’t filled with the stagnant silence you were so accustomed to, this silence had energy. A thrum of life beating soothingly beneath the beautiful colours.

Footfalls came from the stairs making your tip your head against the back of the sofa, peering to the centre of the room. Azriel came padding upwards, his wings appearing first, followed by the dark, soft curls of his hair, then the amber gleam in his eyes from the setting sun.

As he ascended to your level, you remained still, watching as the sun poured over him. He looked as if he belonged in this room, was so familiar with is that he became a part of it. The usual blacks of his hair and his wings melted into the scape, seemingly becoming softened by the light. Mother above he looked like he had been made from ambrosia.

His honeyed eyes poured over you, checking how you appeared before approaching where you lay smoothly, the faint rustle of his wings the only sound. He stopped before you, “what’s been going on with you recently, hm?” He asked softly, almost to himself. He crouched down, lowering himself to your eye level, gently pushing some of the hair from your face to put his palm to your forehead. “You’ve cooled off a bit,” he murmured, palm remaining there for a second longer than necessary before slipping away.

“I didn’t mean to make you worry,” you began, “I just haven’t been sleeping well, is all,” you lied, keeping your eyes away from his, looking to the floor. He stood and moved to one of the large pillows, dragging it over then slumping down on it so he was beside you. “Where are we?” You asked hesitantly.

“This is the attic,” he gestured around the room, “Rhys decided this would be my room in the house,” he looked at you as if he were a boy whispering about some sweets he had stolen, “though I’m sure it wouldn’t look nearly as nice if I had been allowed to design it.” That brought an easy smile to your lips, your heart lifting at the normal conversation. “I thought you stayed up at the House of Wind?” You asked, softly, eyes tilted in a smile. “Rhys has a habit of keeping us all nearby,” Azriel replied, a grin on his mouth, “or at least giving us the option of a room to drop in on.”

Your smile widened at the slight mischief in his tone, it being unfamiliar to you. “How would you have designed it?” You asked, curious. His brows rose, a devious glint residing in his eyes, “I don’t even know the names of more than half the furniture in here,” he indicated toward a chest of draws that had what appeared to be planks for a bookshelf sticking out of it, equipped with thin posts for hanging clothes coming from the sides. Your brow furrowed as you smiled at the strange piece. “I don’t usually go for bright colours either, though that’s probably why they’re slightly duller in here,” his eyes had moved to the quilt on your lap. “I like the sequins,” you offered, holding the edge of the quilt in your hands, “it adds a nice bit of sparkle.”

“I suppose it does,” he replied, though his eyes were on you, not the quilt.

“What happened today?” He broached quietly making your hands release the fabric, choosing to settle in your lap. “Just a bit tired,” you kept your eyes on your palms. Azriel shifted, outside of your vision, slowly placing his hand atop both of yours, giving you chance to pull away. “You can talk to me,” his thumb rubbed in soft sways over your skin, the touch so delicate you nearly caved. “Just—my mind’s a little…full, at the moment.”

His thumb continued its soothing circles, “this is about the war, isn’t it?” He questioned, though you were sure he had already figured it out. So you nodded. His hand wrapped around one of yours, secure but not tight. “What about it?” He encouraged, head tilted, trying to catch your gaze. You swallowed heavily.

“Sometimes, I just—I don’t know…see things? From the corner of my eye?” You glanced at him sidelong, looking for anything in his face to suggest he thought you were mad. There was nothing but openness there: he was listening to you. “Or…sometimes, I feel like…” heat stained your cheeks, “…like there’s something under my bed…or hiding in my wardrobe.” You hid your face in your spare hand, embarrassed at how silly it sounded, “I know: it’s stupid. But…it really feels like there’s something there. Something…dead, and rotten. It feels clammy, and cold, like a fish, but then it looks like it’s so heavy with decay it would tear apart like wet tissue paper.” A tear dropped from your eye, rolling over the back of your hand. “It’s scary.”

Azriel’s hand left yours, instead his arms carefully wrapped around your shoulders, pulling your close to his chest. His large hand found placement in your hair, his fingers woven between the strands, stroking soothingly as his other hand held your far shoulder, keeping you wrapped within his warmth. “It’s not stupid,” he mumbled against your head, “it’s not stupid at all.” You bit back a sob, trying to stop the tears from flowing, the misery of the past weeks returning. “War is a horrible thing. It’s not supposed to be something that will leave you contented with yourself. It’s difficult, and scary. You just need to work through it, with me, okay?” He murmured against you, his voice sounding like a lullaby wreathed in dreams. You sniffed but nodded, “okay.”

“Atta girl,” he encouraged, you pulled away to look at him, making you smile stupidly at the name. He looked at you, “what?” You smiled wider, “I just didn’t put you down as an ‘atta’ kind of person,” you laughed softly. He raised a single eyebrow, “what did you put me down as?”

“More of a ‘touch me and I’ll kill you’ kinda guy,” you laughed quietly.

You suddenly became aware of his arms that were still holding onto you, of your hands that were resting on his broad chest. “You’re touching me now, aren’t you?” He breathed, forehead lowering to yours and you were sure that if he hadn’t heard your breath hitch, he would have felt it. “I suppose I am,” you whispered, eyes on his. The sun turning the golden flecks in his eye the colour of molten glass.

“And you’re still alive, living, breathing, in my arms…” you could feel the shape of his words against your mouth, feel how close he was. “I suppose I am…” you replied against him.

“You might need to reevaluate how you see me, then,” his lips tilted into a cheeky grin, making you huff a short laugh. “You just didn’t strike me as someone who would use abbreviations like that,” you couldn’t help the butterflies that were softly tickling your heart, featherlight brushes sending you soaring. “Abbreviations, huh?” He asked, returning your hushed laughter. “I’ll reevaluate,” you smiled, mouth still so near to his own you could feel every breath, every small movement.

“That’s my girl,” he breathed, lips finally pressing to yours. The butterflies that were circling your heart now seemed to be flocking, each wing stroke tipped with the softest of dust, making your heart ache. Your fingers tightened slightly in his leathers, desperate for something to ground you, something to hold on to, to keep you from being whisked away on those butterfly wings.

His lips were so much softer than you had expected, so much more caring that you had ever dared to imagine, the affection having your mind go dizzy.

He pulled away hesitantly, waiting for your reaction. You, however, pushed forward, returning your lips to his, making his eyes widen ever so slightly before shutting as he pressed back against you.

The sun was beginning to burn into the back of your head so it was well timed when Azriel pushed forward, lightly shoving you back into the sofa’s cushy pillows. Your head tilted back as he leant over you, strong arm bracing beside your head as his free hand cupped behind your neck, pulling you closer, allowing him to kiss you better; deeper.

You released a small moan into his mouth when he pried your lips apart, his tongue entering you; creating a hot mess wherever he furrowed. His hand gripped tighter when he heard the sound, heat sparking in his chest.

It didn’t help when you brought your own arms to hang round his neck, hands gliding over the muscles of his upper arms, his shoulders, until they laced in his hair, your mouth opening further as your chest brushed against his and a sound rumbled within him.

You pulled away, looking at him with heat flushing your cheeks, eyes partially widened. He couldn’t hide the way his pupils expanded as he took in your complexion, lips ever so slightly swollen and hair in disarray.

Similarly, your own gaze traced his mouth, his tinted cheeks, his blown out pupils shining in the evening light. The inky black of his hair making your heart pull at the natural beauty he possessed.

“Azriel?” You asked softly, breaking him from his haze. “Yes?” His replied, brushing over your lips. “You… Are we…” you looked at him desperately, pleading him to understand and answer.

He huffed a laugh, a grin playing on his lips, “if you want,” his nose grazed yours, your heart fluttering helplessly. You nodded, so close your lashes tickled his cheeks, “I do,” you mumbled breathlessly, “I do want.”

“Then that’s that,” he murmured, lips finding yours again, pressing softly, thumb stroking gently beneath your ear, coaxingly.

You heart gave a jump for joy at his willing acceptance, a smile tilting your lips as you felt his own lift against yours, both of you smiling like fools in the other’s arms as you basked in the warmth of finding peace together.

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