#serena was just going to run away with no warning

[enchanteleclerc]

strawberries and cream 🂱 cs55

genre: 18+, literally pwp, fem!reader who’s the sister of carlos’ best friend?? LMAO

word count: 2.5k

You seem to enjoy the company of your brother’s best friend. Especially right now, over some breakfast of pancakes, thinking you may never look at strawberries and cream the same.

a/n … idk how my last post did pretty well but thank u all for the support !! still learning how to write smut (and write in general bc i never write in uni 💀) this was heavily inspired by that one serena and nate scene i hope u guys know which one i’m talking ab :))

warnings … penetrative sex, semi public sex, dirty talk (degradation and praise), unprotected sex, food, rough ish sex?

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You don’t remember when it started. The butterflies, the stolen glances across a room. Ever since you could remember, Carlos was always around. But he wasn’t here for you; you had to remind yourself. Your brother’s best friend. And yet, neither of you could deny the tension between you both. The way your fingers brushed when you handed him your plate, offering to wash it for you after dinner, caused you to subconsciously hold your breath. ”Need some help?” Sauntering into the kitchen where Carlos was washing the dishes. You don’t miss how his lips turned into a smile upon seeing you. Picking up the dishes he just washed, you began drying them beside him, taking quick looks at him from the side of your eye but making sure he doesn’t see. Flipping a plate over, you accidentally splash him with water. Your hands immediately went to your mouth to apologise, but you couldn’t help the giggles pouring from you. “Yeah? You think that’s funny?” He wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you still while turning the tap towards you, soaking the white oversized shirt you wore. Pleading for mercy, to which he loosened his grip, you retaliated by turning the tap onto him. Stepping through the puddle of water you both caused, he turned off the tap. ”Truce?” He sticks out his pinky for you to shake, which you take happily. Pinkies interlocked, you look up at him, still giggling, but the giggles dissipate when you look into his big brown eyes. His eyes held yours for a moment before travelling down your body to the white shirt that had gone translucent and stuck to your body, leaving almost nothing to imagination apart from your bra and panties. Carlos’ clothes were no better. His grey shirt had darkened and stuck to his torso, revealing the lines and curves of his toned stomach. ”What the fuck?” Your brother’s voice echoed between Carlos and you as if a strike of lightning. You both jumped away from each other but still connected through your pinkies. As if there was an invisible piece of string connecting you both. Clearing your throat and crossing your arms over your chest to hide yourself, you announce that you were heading up for bed, unwilling to let go of Carlos’ hand. You wonder how you could possibly fall asleep knowing that Carlos would be in the room beside yours. The answer to that question was reluctantly. However, you eventually fell asleep to Carlos’ light snores through the thin walls of the house. And the moment the snoring ceased, so did the little sleep you received. Early in the morning, you heard a door open. Well aware of your family’s ability to sleep into the late hours of the morning, you knew whose door that was. You were suddenly wide awake and wanting to run out your door to see him. Needing to regain some dignity after letting him see you basically half-naked yesterday, you decided against leaving your room immediately. After what you believed was enough time, you found yourself walking downstairs into the kitchen, where a figure was rummaging through the fridge. Despite only being able to see his back, you knew who it was, of course. That was a back you caught your eyes lingering on many times. The way his muscles flexed through the thin shirt had you in a trance. “You’re up early.” He returned the milk carton to the fridge before turning around to see you. You simply hummed back because you couldn’t form coherent thoughts when Carlos looked like this. Sleepy eyes looking back at you from the opposite end of the island, slightly obstructed by his hair that was messy and looked somewhat damp from a shower, you assumed. His voice, raspy from the morning, had your knees buckling. You sit on the island's counter to avoid the embarrassment of passing out simply because he spoke. ”Wow. He cooks and cleans. Is there anything you can’t do, Mr Sainz?” Your eyes flitted from the stack of freshly cooked pancakes to Carlos. His eyes unmistakably darkened at your use of “Mr Sainz”, but his head still shook with a low chuckle, placing his hand on your bare thigh. Picking a strawberry out of the bowl of toppings, you lean towards Carlos. He opens his mouth instinctively to accept the sweet fruit out of your hand, keeping his eyes focused on you and the way you bit your lip when the juice of the strawberry leaked from his lips. His eye contact broke only when your hand reached up to wipe the juice dripping down his chin with your thumb, only to place the thumb in your own mouth to suck off the juice. His eyes connect with yours again, and your close proximity is not lost on either of you. Your hand rests on his flushed cheek, the light stubble scratching your hand as his chest rises and falls. Carlos hums before wrapping his hands around your thighs to pull you towards the edge of the counter and moving in between your legs. Your faces were so close you could feel his warm breath from his slightly parted lips. He looked so pretty, like a prince straight out of Disney that you would have obsessed over when you were younger. You could’ve sworn you saw Carlos’ resolve crumble around you as his hands moved from your thighs to your head to catch your lips in a suffocating kiss. Years of sexual tension between you and Carlos finally being resolved had your head spinning in a whirlwind of lips, wandering hands and the taste of strawberries. The sudden action caused a squeal to leave your lips as your body connected with his, warm and hard. The feeling of his body in between your legs with your oversized shirt riding up and his clothed cock hardening for you from every minuscule movement you made, simply to find more friction and provoke him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, one arm reaching for his back, feeling the tensing muscles through his thin shirt, the other tugging slightly at the hair on the back of his neck, eliciting a silent moan from his mouth. His lips move from yours to your neck, letting your head fall back, and your legs wrap around his torso. Your fingers find the hem of his shirt, tugging slightly before he tugs it over his head, revealing his perfectly toned body, lightly speckled with hair. His lips are on yours again before his hands rest on your hips, inviting you to move them against him. You gasped at the feeling of him right where you needed him, and he used your gasp to delve deeper into your mouth. His fingers grip your hips and pull your shirt up for a better view. The feeling of the cold air and his hands on your overheating body stimulate you beyond belief. You pulled away from the kiss to breathe and look down at the way you slot in perfectly with him. Carlos tilts your head to look at him and lets his thumb rub your swollen and bitten lips. Your lips attach to the skin of his chest, placing light kisses moving down his stomach. “Fuck. Need to feel your lips around me.” he groaned deeply before you pushed yourself off the counter. You find yourself on your knees for him pulling down his grey sweatpants and boxers to reveal his cock spring up. It was intimidating how big he was. If you weren’t so needy, you would’ve made a cliche comment about his size, but there was no need; Carlos already knew. He could tell by your face and subsequently chuckled. Looking up at him through half-lidded eyes while you stroke it, you observe the way his head falls back for a moment from the pleasure before landing back on you, focusing intently on what you’re doing as if he would rather die than miss this. His eyes bore into your own, but not with the chocolate brown colour you know so well. A darker tint of brown has invaded, causing your thighs to clench together. You place the head of his cock in your mouth. The warm feel of it causes an involuntary moan in you that is reciprocated by Carlos. His hand wrapped around your hair, guiding you along his cock and allowing you to take it in full. Caressing it with your tongue, Carlos’ grip on your hair tightened as the muscles in his legs clenched. Carlos has spent so long seeing you flaunt in short skirts and cropped tops around your house. Spent so long watching your long legs as you walked or when you crossed your legs as you sat. Carlos remembers the day he started feeling like this towards you. It was a hot summer day, and he volunteered to drive you and your brother to get ice cream. Seeing the way you lapped up the ice cream as it dripped down your hand and the moan you let out when the cold liquid touched your tongue haunted Carlos’ dreams for weeks. Dreams that resulted in him having to take a long, cold shower. On the drive home from the ice cream parlour, Carlos was silent and painfully hard in his pants as he avoided looking at you in the rearview mirror unless they wanted to completely drive off the road. Carlos couldn’t believe this wasn’t one of his many dreams. You were real and kneeling before him, letting him fuck your pretty little throat. Your cheeks hollowed and wrapped around him tightly before pulling it out and letting your tongue swirl around the tip, catching all the pre cum. Carlos’ small groans start speeding up, as does your mouth on his cock, but he pulls you away using your hair. ”Need to be inside you.” His hands find their way around your thighs again to lift you up and place you back onto the edge of the counter, ripping your panties off and discarding them somewhere in the kitchen. Dipping his finger in the bowl of whipped cream left for forgotten pancakes, he draws a line on the inside of your thigh, stopping before the apex and letting you suck the whipped cream off his finger. Your back connected with the cool surface of the kitchen island, unable to take this amount of pleasure as Carlos dropped his head between your thighs and began lapping up the whipped cream. The frustrated groan you released when Carlos’ tongue stopped before he reached your heat was disrupted when you felt him drag the tip of his cock up and down your needy folds with ease from how slick you were. Your hips rutted towards his, needing him inside you or at least some friction. Finally, he began pushing, feeding his cock into you. Your eyes clenched closed at the overwhelming pressure you felt. No other boy had stretched you out like this, but none of them were Carlos Sainz. The shared moan that left both your mouths once he bottomed out inside you was intoxicating. You shiver momentarily at the loss when he pulls out of you, but all was forgotten as he slams back into you again He was everywhere— around you, inside you. So overwhelmingly good you understood why you waited so long for this. ”Faster, please” Carlos’ grip on your hips tightened, hearing you begging for him, happily speeding up his pace, hearing your little whimpers from every movement. His hand reaches up to grab your tits, kneading and flicking your nipple to perfection. Carlos had to restrain himself from cumming when he saw how sensitive your nipples were and how you responded to him. ”Fuck you’re perfect. This pretty cunt— so wet. all this for me?” His hand left your tits to attack your clit, rubbing in small circles that had you throwing your head back in pleasure. “Answer me.” He ceased his movements on your clit and began thrusting agonisingly slow. You tried moving your hips to find some friction, but his hands pressed your hips into the counter to stop you from moving. ”Fuck Carlos. It’s all for you. It’s always been you.” Carlos sped up once more. Faster than before. Faster than you thought was humanly possible. The sound of an alarm clock upstairs caught you off guard, the thought of someone— let alone your brother finding you like this. Fucking his best friend. And yet, the tightening feeling in your core didn’t disappear but got stronger. ”Please, can I cum?” He slows down, staving off your orgasm. Unable to move your own hips, Carlos set the pace, and apparently, Carlos did not care that someone could walk downstairs at any moment. He wanted to relish in this moment. The feeling of you beneath him and begging for release. He wanted this image to be ingrained into his memory for the rest of his life. “Cum for me, cariño.” Your legs shaking and releasing a moan that was much too loud for comfort, your orgasm hit you at full force. His hand slammed over your mouth to prevent anyone from hearing, although Carlos would love for the whole neighbourhood to hear you scream his name. His thrusts didn’t cease through your orgasm. Instead, they sped up. Twitching inside of you, he asks where you want it. ”Inside me, please. Fill me up.” Mumbling behind Carlos’ hand that was still firmly over your mouth and was now covered in your spit. Without warning, you felt it. Like a warm flood within you, pushed around by Carlos’ slow thrusts. His cum trickled down your thigh when he pulled out, and you both stood there in silence, listening to each other’s heavy breathing. Footsteps walking down the stairs sprung you both into action, however. Wide eyed for a moment before frantically adjusting your shirt back on and Carlos pulling up his sweatpants with no time for his shirt. ”Morning.” Your brother rubbed his eyes as you and Carlos stood behind the island. No panties on you. No shirt on Carlos. Both were discarded somewhere in the kitchen and soon to be found by your brother. “What are you guys doing? Where’s your shirt, mate?” Your brother’s eyes went between Carlos and you as you pretended to just notice that Carlos had no shirt on. ”Oh, pancakes. You want some?” Your brother offering you as if he was the one that made it. You shook your head before seeing the way your brother loaded his pancakes up with strawberries and whipped cream. You had to bite your lip to hold in a laugh as Carlos’ cheeks flushed. Walking behind your brother, you find your panties and Carlos’ shirt, sending him a wink before walking back upstairs with the clothing items in hand. Leaving Carlos to deal with your brother and the pancakes that were now cold.

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#f1 #carlos sainz #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz drabble #carlos sainz x reader #f1 x reader

[xhollandlilsx]

Red Card (pt 2) - (Leah Williamson x Reader)

Concept- Leah and Y/N have been broken up for months, but things kick off when Leah gets jealous during the game against Y/Ns team.

Warnings: Shit Ending.

Pt 1 << Here.

“You ready?” Ella asked as I sat down next to her on the bus, we were still waiting for a few players to arrive but because of the cold they let us on the coach early.

“Of course!” I replied excitedly. The recovery period was awful. 6 weeks of not playing, my first training session back I could not keep up, I knew I’d be on the bench at the start of the game, Marc had an idea of me being a ‘Super Sub’.

I’d only been back for one game before international break started and we were thrown into the England base camp, we had a game against

“You heard from-“

“Yep. A good amount of messages and calls”

“Did you answer?” She asked as we waited at a traffic light and I put ABBA on for her.

“Nope.” I sighed, “She tried to talk to me at training this week too, I just walked away, I couldn’t.”

She did refrain from asking any more, when she realised my tone had changed. It hurt me to ignore Leah but she messed up. Big time.

I pulled my AirPods from my England puffer jacket I had wrapped around me, and offered one to Ella. I wanted to get my head in focus, so I put mine in as Ella shrugged and accepted it putting it in her ear.

*******

We got off the coach and I took a deep breath, before stepping off after Lucy, I’d spent the week with Georgia, Lucy and Kiera, whenever they weren’t with Leah. I wasn’t petty, I was pissed off.

I looked into the camera to the right of us as we walked into Wembley, preparing for the game against Brazil. Raised a fist up and silently cheered before laughing and carrying on walking.

We all made our way to the changing room as I walked over to my shirt, putting my duffel bag on the floor. I smiled at my name in big letters along with the number 11, taking a deep breath I left it on its hanger and sat under it, seeing Georgia pull her phone out and take a photo, so I posed for it before grabbing my shin pads and throwing them on under my joggers.

When it was time to go out and warm up, the atmosphere was insane, ever since the euros there has been a massive influx of fans. I jogged over to the other side line, as fans cheered and clapped, I ran along side Alessia and Chloe. All of us running almost in waves to the side line as fans cheered, the three of us ran over and started to pass one of the balls back and forth between us.

“You alright?” I asked Less, as she looked slightly nervous, like something was bothering her.

“Yeah!” She smiled before kicking the ball to Chloe.

After we’d all warmed up, we began to walk back inside. I shoved my hands in my pockets, only taking them out to wave at a few fans sat around the tunnel.

*******

The game kicked off, and I was not in the starting eleven. If I’m honest I didn’t want to be. I liked the idea of being a ‘super sub’ for this game, I knew the way Brazil operated.

I sat on the side rubbing my hands together trying to generate some heat, the whistle blew for the kick off after everyone took the knee.

The game started off with England having most possession, but Brazil were putting up a good fight. I spent most of the first half an hour ruining my vocal chords, screaming and shouting while sat next to Alessia and Nikita.

“We aren’t playing wide enough” Nikita spoke as she watched. I nodded before I saw one of the Brazilian players collide, hard, with Leah.

“Ref!” I shouted from the side line. It was dirty and anyone with eyes could see that. Leah was stopping that player at any opportunity Brazil made, so you could tell the player had enough, “What the fuck!”

I shook my head as I crossed my arms and watched the ref hold up a yellow card, though Leah was limping back into position.

“Serena, how long?” I asked, hoping to go on soon. My eyes stayed trained on Leah, how she was limping.

“Not yet” She shook her head, I trusted her more than anything, I knew she was only keeping me off because of my injury, and worry that I wouldn’t be 100% like I usually am.

******

Half way through the second half I saw Serena wave me over. I quickly threw my bib off and warmed up, running up and down the side line a couple times.

I adjusted my socks before the ref called for the substitution, Chloe ran over to me and high-fived me before whispering ‘number 15’ in my ear. Meaning number 18 is gonna be my biggest problem.

I nodded before jogging on and into position, where there was a throw in being taken.

‘Substitution for England, coming off, number eighteen, Chloe Kelly. Being substituted for number eleven, Y/N Y/L/N.’

It always felt good when fans screamed when your name was called out, but nothing like Wembley. The crowd erupted, making Georgia look at me with a ‘what the-‘ look to which I mirrored.

I tucked my fly always behind my ears and waited for the ref to blow the whistle to start again. When she did we were off.

It didn’t take long for me to get the ball from one of their players, passing it out wide to Ella. I didn’t waste any time in running up the pitch, Ella made it around the players coming at her and attempted a cross, at which when I went to connect my foot to it, I felt a huge shove to the back by a pair of hands making me fall forward to my knees.

“What the fuck!” I shouted standing up again, as the ref blew the whistle, almost squaring up to the girl.

“Não havia nada de errado com isso. Eu mal toquei em você!” She argued to which I lost it.

“Você me empurrou pelas costas! Foda-se cara.” I shook my head as the ref came and stood between us, holding up a yellow card, booking her.

“Back into position!” Leah shouted over the fans cheering at the ref’s decision, I shook my head before walking back into position, fans chanting ‘my’ chant, the reaction from fans never ceases to amaze me, especially when you actually look up and see signs with your name on, or backs with your name on.

Around the 80th minute we were drawing 1-1, Leah had been subbed off due to her limp along with Lauren and Fran. My eyes scanned every player wearing a white shirt and nodded to myself a million plays taking place in my head. I waited until I had the ball at my feet, before passing it long out wide to Ella again, only I just about made it to the edge of the box when a cross came in from Ella.

My foot made contact with it sending it above the goalkeepers hands and into the back of the net. Excitement filling my body as I ran over to the side and jumped turning mid air and pointing to the name on the back of my shirt with my thumbs.

The crowd was ecstatic, I smiled as Georgia jumped into my arms. I lifted her up and laughed as a bunch of the other girls ran over and hugged us too. On my run back to my position I looked over to see Leah cheering too ^^, giving me a proud nod.

I kept my head down for the rest of the game managing two more goals in the space of 11 minutes, including five minutes added time. I couldn’t have done it without the amazing assists from the girls but I was happy for once with the way I’d played.

********

On the walk back to the changing room we made our way to the tunnel, and Kiera jumped on my back, messing my ponytail up.

I shook my head before shrugging her off and smiling at a group of fans with their phones out and holding signs up with my name on it. I saw a little girl smiling with her beanie on a little too low and a United shirt with my name on for me to sign.

I shook my head before pointing to the pen in her hand, and mouthing ‘pen’ to her knowing she wouldn’t hear me over the music and the fans, and she threw it down to me. I saw Leah stop beside me looking up in confusion as to what I was doing.

I took my England shirt from over my head and told Leah to turn around so I could sign it on her back. She did so without any protest, silently hoping this was a sign we were good again. I just knew there was no point being at odds when there’s this many cameras on us.

I signed it and wrapped it up in a ball with the pen and threw it up to the little girl. I saw her begin to cry as I blew her a kiss and waved at a few others before walking inside with Leah and now Georgia.

**********

The game ended on a 2-1 win to England, Lucy and I scoring the goals for England. Once in the changing room after I sat next to Georgia as she was wearing number 10, and we were talking about the game when I saw her look over to the other side of the room and nod.

I followed her eyes but there was a few of them, so I didn’t know who she was nodding to.

“Y’alright?” I asked her to which she nodded and closed her duffel bag.

“Please talk to her. I know what happened, and it was shitty. But please” Georgia begged me before walking out with a few of the other girls, leaving just Leah, Ellie and I.

Although I think Ellie got the picture when she looked between us and excused herself taking her half opened bag with her.

“Y/N.” She started before stopping obviously not having planned this out, “You have every reason to hate me. Like really hate me. I already hate myself, If I could take it back I would, I don’t even know what came over me. I was blind with anger.”

“Why?”

“W-when I saw you… with Russo. I lost it… I thought you’d moved on, and I couldn’t bare to see you move on. I know it’s selfish.” She sighed sitting opposite me, resting her elbows on her knees like I was.

“Leah you fractured my ribs.” I told her, with a heavy breath, “Alessia told me you had been giving her the cold shoulder all week too. I told you time and time again when we were together that I had no interest in Less. That I only wanted you, but you never accepted that. But what you did, Leah…”

“I know. God Y/N I know, I hate myself for what I did, when I saw you in that hospital room I was disgusted with myself, and I know I was a dick to you, but Y/N I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I just… I’m not asking you to be with me, I just need you to hear that I’m sorry.”

“I hear you.” I nodded, my tone a little more blunt than I intended to be, before picking my duffel bag up from the floor and attempting to walk out of the door to my left when she shot up and stopped me by placing her hands either side of my cheeks, with a ‘no…’.

We both stumbled slightly before she placed her forehead against mine, “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. Im sorry, I’m sorry.”

She repeated like a prayer whispering, as I closed my eyes, as much as she hurt me, I couldn’t deny the full feeling in my heart, the small ache when she stood so close to me. We’ve all done things we regret when angry, said things, punched things, threw things, but this wasn’t something I was gonna take lightly.

The way her hair eyes watered as she let a small sob interrupt her ‘sorry’s’. I wrapped my arms around her waist as she wrapped hers around my neck, I sighed, realising no matter what happens, I will love this girl with every fibre of my being.

I knew I couldn’t forgive her fully yet, but I also knew I couldn’t stay mad at her, I wanted to forgive her, but I had to take the first step.

Acceptance.

A/N: I hate this. I hate the ending but oh well, Bon appetite.

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #alessia russo #ella toone #lionesses #wlw imagine #football #lgbtlove #lucy bronze #georgia stanway #england

[visionofvoid]

Messy Bed Sheets - PG10 Part Two

first and foremost, thank you all so much for the reblogs and likes. i am so so happy that you enjoyed the first part and even asked for a second part. please let me know what else you would like to see xoxo

Summary: “i made a mistake.”

Warnings: saddish yuki, a crash, sad oc and sad pierre

Pairings: pierre gasly x oc

Word count: 1354

PART ONE PART THREE

Serena was accustomed to waking up alone, well, with her dog. She was used to the feeling of being able to stretch out in her bed, take an extra five minutes to ‘rest her eyes’ before she had to get motivated for the rest of her day whether it was for work or for a day on campus. However, she was used to this feeling only when she was waking up in her own bed back in her family home just outside of Oxford in England. As far as her parents knew she was being sponsored to travel for important lectures and talks for her degree. 

She was accustomed to waking up alone, except when it was in a hotel room. She knew she shouldn’t have but she loved waking up with Pierre’s arms wrapped around her chubby stomach that she was once insecure about but grew to embrace and love because of him. She knew she shouldn’t get used to it, that it would only end in her being hurt. 

So, when she woke up the following morning and didn’t stay in bed for an extra five minutes like she usually would. No, instead she was up before her first initial alarm, already in the shower, her bags already packed. She needed to put as much distance between herself and Pierre as possible. She needed to get back home, get back into her studies and forget about him. 

How foolish she was to think that he could ever want someone like her for something other than sex. She didn’t care about fast sports cars, about expensive dinners that cost more than a single unit in her degree.

Pierre looked to the door that joined the two hotel rooms and fought with every inch of his being to knock on it. He ended it, he made the call. He couldn’t go back against his word, especially when she clearly didn’t feel the same. He didn’t sleep well at all that night; tossing and turning between the sheets, her perfume mixed in with the sweet smell of her natural scent reminding him that she was not there, not in his arms snoring away like she usually did. 

He listened as she moved around in the room next door, knowing she left when the heavy front door sounded out through the two rooms. He should do some big, grand romantic gesture like run after her, try and convince her that he can separate his feelings and continue their arrangement even if it mean he still had her in his life but instead he sat on the edge of his bed, time ticking by before his team messaged him to meet in the lobby. 

The day passed fairly slowly for the driver and the student. Pierre was stuck going between interviews, filming things for social media and signing different items before being rushed to his green room where the race would start in just a few more hours. He distanced himself from his teammate, Yuki, and from other staffers, only being present when necessary. Everyone was aware of the sudden changed behaviour but said nothing of it, Yuki even left some of his favourite snacks out for Pierre in the hopes to cheer him up. 

Serena, on the other hand, had spent two extra hours at her gate waiting for her delayed plane and then two hours in the air before a further hour and a half to get through security. She was exhausted, mentally and physically and mostly because of the previous night. Her mother, who had generously picked her up from the airport, figured it was from all the ‘lectures’ she was attending. There were multiple occasions where Serena had grabbed her phone wishing to message Pierre the obligatory ‘at the airport’ or ‘just landed’ text messages but she refrained, both because of last night and because she knew he would be busy during the race day. She didn’t want to mess with his mojo. 

She ignored the race that was on, her brothers and father watching on the TV in the living room. She would usually sit and watch with them but the thought of seeing Pierre would only just add salt to the wound. 

Pierre had her stuck on his mind all throughout the lead up to the race. Well, to be honest there wasn’t a moment where Serena wasn’t on his mind. It could be the thought of her just saying thank you to a waiter when he took her out for dinner, complimenting an old woman on her earrings or how she was just someone he had never encountered before. She was a refreshing breath of air, a reminder of sweet normalcy, and he ruined it. 

Serena sighed as she settled into the couch beside her father. She was certain they would know something was up if she didn’t join them in watching the race. Though she didn’t really care for the whole world of motorsports, she was interested in Formula One especially since the arrangement with Pierre. 

It happened in a split second. One moment the AlphaTauri car was heading down the straight effortlessly and then just like that it rounded the corner and headed right into a wall. The nose of the car was totaled, the commentators yelling at the sudden crash and a safety car and red flag being issued moments later. Serena and her family watched in horror as the car burst into the flames, anxiously waiting for the driver to get out. Serena’s eyes flicked to the side of the screen, trying to figure out which driver it was, hoping it wasn-

“Pierre!”

What appears as mere seconds on the screen and for spectators feels like hours when you're in the car. You have to have your eyes peeled, listen to all comments from your mechanics, team principal and everyone behind the scenes. It happened in slow motion; first, as weirdly as it sounds, he knew he was going fast, he was working to get P4 but then the unthinkable happened. One slight misjudgement and he was no longer in control. He couldn’t figure out where he went wrong but one second he was gliding behind Alonso and the next he was heading straight for a wall. He thought of everything in the past twenty-four hours; all the interviews where he replied with short answers, answered grumpily at girlfriend speculations, didn’t laugh at Yuki trying to cheer him up, Serena. Serena fucking Riperton. 

He braced himself for impact, clenching his teeth when the nose of the car finally collided with the wall. The force pushed him against all protective restraints of the car, his head jerking forward. And then he felt heat, an immense amount of heat that seemed to bring him back to his sensors. 

It seemed as if everyone let out a deep sigh of relief when they watched Pierre’s slender build emerge from the wreckage whether it was through a television, online streaming service or live at the track. Formula One was no stranger to its crashes but this was like no other ever since the introduction of the halo. Everyone obviously thought of the worst when they saw it happen, but they were all relieved to see that Pierre left the scene unscathed. 

They had to clean up the track before they could continue with the race. For obvious reasons Pierre was no longer in the race but was having his injuries assessed back in the green room. Serena was tuning her family out as she watched the reply of the crash on the TV, the voices of the commentators all merging into one buzzing sound. She felt as if the voices were mumbling her name but then she felt her arm being pushed, like someone was trying to grab her attention. 

“Hm, what?” 

“Your phone, it's buzzing. Must be important.” Serena raised an eyebrow, taking the vibrating device and then getting up to head to her room. She closed her door and slid her finger on the screen, neglecting to look at the caller. 

“Hello, Serena speaking.”

“I made a mistake.”

#formula one smut #formula 1 fanfic #formula one facfic #formula one #formula 1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 smut #f1 #pierre gasly smut #pierre gasly x oc #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly

[strawberry-cowmilk]

the brothers dropping their child off at daycare for the first time

-> brothers x mc

a/n: Hey! I'm back at it with the wholesome dad content. Just to be clear, the babies here are the same ones as the ones from my '(character) as a father' series. Also, let's assume the children are around 2 here.

mc's gender is not mentioned, but it is implied they used to be/ are pregnant. I tagged this post with gn!mc, let me know if I need to change it to something else, please! This post was not proofread

content warnings: children, babies, (past) pregnancy, mild angst (insecurity, separation, fear of being a distant parent), mild suggestive content

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Lucifer

he did not want to drop his daughter off at daycare at first

because a, he was too proud to do so and b, he'd never admit it, but he'd miss her terribly

however, lucifer has a ton of work, and you can't look after lilith the whole time

one day, lilith came to her dad, asking him to play with her, sadly lucifer rejected the offer because he had to sign paperwork

this happened multiple times, until lucifer decided it wasn't healthy for his daughter to hear 'no, I can't' the entire time, he didn't want her to believe she has a distant father

so, you and him agreed on dropping her off at daycare in the mornings, and picking her up around noon

that way, lucifer can grind out paperwork and play with his child later

lilith didn't like being apart from her family, but she saw playing with her dad later as motivation to get through daycare

the first day his daughter was away from home, lucifer barely got any work done though, he missed his baby

Mammon

your son was very social

he loved playing outside with other kids who lived nearby

and, every time you and mammon took him to town, he'd be talking to everyone

for example, when you're in the dressing room trying on a shirt while mammon and darian are waiting outside, your son would run off to talk to some cashier

thanks to his social nature, you did not expect daycare to be a problem for your child

mammon takes him there for the first time, they walk in the building all happy and smug

but, when the time comes they must part, both father and son are crying while clinging to each other

the daycare worker had to split them up

at home, mammon sulked the whole time until he got to pick his son up, only to find out he had done the same at daycare

'mc, he ain't going to daycare ever again!'

Leviathan

levi was strongly against leaving his son at daycare

but, you thought otherwise

you believed your son needed to socialise a bit more, it would be good for his development

when you told this argument to levi, he folded

he did not want his son to become a social outcast like him

levi wanted to be the one to bring henry to daycare for the first time

the little boy was nervous, but quickly warmed up to the idea of daycare

levi's concerns also melted away once he noticed his son seemed to take this change well, though he still missed his gaming buddy at home

also, levi wanted to give henry a little sibling, if it's a girl, her name will be hana

with the child out of the house, you and him have many chances to try for a second child

Satan

you both agreed your daughter would have to go to daycare at some point

you two had originally planned on starting while she was still a little baby, but that didn't end up happening

satan went to every daycare in the devildom, to pick the best one out for his daughter

he started to lose hope in finding a good place until he came along one with a big backyard

said backyard would often be visited by the cats around the neighborhood

this was the perfect place for his child, satan talked it out with you and you two agreed on letting serena go there

satan was scared serena would be sad or scared to ne somewhere without her parents, but she seemed to be calm in the new environment

when he wanted to pick her up, satan found his daughter in the backyard playing with a cat

Asmodeus

by this time, your first daughter already had a little brother and another sibling on the way (with asmo's libido, you'll be having a whole football team)

at first, you and asmo thought you could take care of your children without any help, but lately it's proven to be harder than initially thought

you two decided to leave your first and second children at daycare

asmo searched all over the devildom to find a fancy enough daycare, which he found but it was expensive, he still paid for it

because he does not want you to overwork yourself, asmo was the one to drop the children off

your daughter seemed excited to make new friends, but your son was another story

the second asmo handed him to the daycare worker, he started crying

asmo's heart broke, he tried to stay with his son but the worker kicked him out

luckily, your son was calmer when his sister was around

Beelzebub

he knew daycare would be good for his daughter, but when it came to it, he refused to hand her off to some worker

cue beel constantly slowly spinning around on his feet, to face away from the worker with lilith in his arms

she seemed to be having the time of her life, though

eventually, the worker got beel to let go of his child, but he stayed ny her side until they had to kick him out

he was not happy about that

fast forward a few years, lilith now has two younger siblings, twins, riliane and allen (still, if yk yk)

and eventually, the twins needed to go to daycare too

lilith remembered how reluctant her father was to leave her there, so she offered to stay by her brother and sister's side, that way she could protect them and beel wouldn't worry

beel has never been more proud of his little family in his life

Belphegor

belphie is very protective over his son, despite the fact that he's the reason he can't sleep some nights

therefore, he was strongly against sending his child to daycare

he didn't trust those workers there enough to keep his precious baby safe

one day, your son asked why all his friends go to daycare but he doesn't

belphie didn't want to make his child feel like he was missing out, and you were team daycare in the first place, so now he's gonna go

when belphie was about to leave him there, his son started to get scared, because he thought that his parent would come in with him

the daycare worker explained to the child it didn't work like that, and he burst out crying

belphie's protective mode kicked in, he lifted his son up and went home together

maybe he'll go some other time

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[xdaddysprincessxx]

Sweet Creature

Vamp Ezra x SW!f!reader

Warnings: Dark/Dead dove, tw: sexual assault (it’s not explicit but it is there, sex work IS NOT glamorous) Vampirism, sex work(reader is a high end escort), finance bro talk (idk it’s like one sentence), boot riding, blood, p in v (wear a fucking condom my dudes), neck biting, oral (f receiving), I believe that’s it, lightly edited, all mistakes are mine.

A/n: if you can’t tell by now that I have a raging boner for vampires, well then idk what to tell you.

Moodboard made by moi 😇

The cold, winter air hits your face as you walk out of the Hilton hotel. You pull your faux fur coat tighter around your body as you make your way to the car sitting at the curb waiting for you.

Opening the back door and ducking your head as you lower yourself into the black Rolls Royce your mistress sent for you. Sliding over the black leather seat, you quickly got comfortable and relaxed as your driver pulls off to take you back to your shared townhouse. About two years ago, you met this beautiful woman named Serena and the two of you became friends. She knew of this “job opportunity” and told you how perfect you’d be for it. She explained how all you had to do was go on a date with this old, rich guy. He’d pick you up, take you to dinner and drop you back off at home after. He would pay for everything and all he wanted was your time and attention. Easy right? Wrong. You went on that date with what’s his name? Richard or something? He picked you up from her place, took you to this super fancy restaurant, ordered pasta and lobster for you and made sure to keep your wine glass full. After dinner, once the two of you were in his car instead of going towards your friend’s apartment where he picked you up from, he took a different route leading to a sketchy ass looking hotel. You weren’t in the most sober mindset so it didn’t really occur to you to be scared or nervous. Richard had been lovely all night. You followed him inside and it became a huge regret of yours very soon. You see Richard was not a nice man at all. It didn’t matter that you said no. You said yes to going to dinner with him. You said yes to spending his money just fine. After he had his fun, he left you laying on the bed covered in his spend and tears running down your face. He did leave you six thousand dollars in an envelope on the dresser for you. The money didn’t take away the pain but it did help dry your tears some. And that’s how you found yourself working for Serena as one of her girls. You’ve managed to make a name for yourself in the escort industry. Billionaires, athletes, actors, if they had money and a dick, they asked for you. By name. You had the best pussy and you weren’t this little submissive girl to them either. You had a sassy mouth on you and you weren’t afraid to tell them where,what,how and why. That was part of your appeal. You were effortlessly cool and dominating in a way that these men liked and craved from a woman. All too soon your ride came to an end as you pulled up to your townhouse. Braving the cold once again, you got out and walked up to the door and let yourself in.

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Another Friday night and you unfortunately found yourself stuck going to this gala as some finance bro’s date. All you wanted to do was stay home, lay around in sweats and eat junk food and watch your fave true crime shows. But here you are in a gorgeous black, floor length strapless dress with a high slit on the side. The gala is held at the Four Seasons Hotel and you already know your date has a room ready for after the event is over. Your walking around with a flute of champagne while you listen to these old, rich dudes talk about whatever out of touch shit they talk about. That’s when you spot this little patch of blonde hair attached to these beautiful brown curls. Ezra. You’ve never gone on a date with him but he runs in the same circle as the guys who do hire you so you’ve met him before. He’s always such a mystery to you. There were rumors about him. People always said they’ve never seen him during the day, he only shows up to events at night, he refuses to be photographed, and a few have said he’s a biter. One girl you knew from working for Serena, she had gone on a date with him except she said he never ate in front of her, only drank a little wine and claimed he bit her neck. She even had these weird little puncture marks. Unfortunately like a couple of days after that she went missing. The rumors never bothered you though, a lot of the men who frequent Serena’s are very weird. You have noticed how he always seems to undress you with his eyes every time you see him. A huge part of you wished he would call for you and whisk you away from this lifestyle. Standing with what’s his face, Derek? No. Steve maybe? Anyways You get lost in your little daydream about the man you wished you came with when you suddenly feel the eyes of someone watching you.

“Well hello gentlemen and ladies.” You hear a southern, husky voice say. You turn your head to the left and see Ezra has made his way over to your little group. Standing there in an all black tux, eyeing him up and down, your cunt clenching when you saw the boots he had on. As dominant as you are with your clients, Ezra is the one man you want to submit too. The one you want to kneel down for and do as he says.

“You look extra delectable tonight birdie if I do say so myself.” Ezra says to you, causing your cheeks to heat up as you blush

“Oh thank you Ezra, your flattery is always welcomed.” You say back, doing your best to brush off the fact this man affects you greatly.

“Ah Ezra how are you? We were just discussing the current stock market situation and who should be dropping what stocks. Care to chime in?” Your date says.

“As much as I would love to discuss the stock market I actually came over to whisk your lovely date away for a quick word.” Ezra replied as he held out his hand towards you, hoping you’d take it and leave with him.

Taking his hand and thanking whatever god is out there for this rescue, “Of course, I’ll be right back honey” you tell your date, handing him your champagne flute before you walk hand in hand with Ezra out of the gala.

Once the two of you were out of the ballroom, you cleared your throat, “So what exactly did you want to talk about?”

“I saw how beautiful you looked tonight and couldn’t let you continue to go to waste out there. Those men never deserved you birdie.”

His words caused a deep blush to cover your cheeks. Finally he’s calling on you. He wants you! You’ve been waiting on this for what feels like forever. Ezra is actually whisking you away even if only for the night.

The two of you finally stop in front of suite 108, Ezra let’s go of your hand to grab the key out of his pocket and quickly unlocks the door, ushering you inside. Taking a few steps in, Ezra comes up behind you placing his hands on your hips as he guides you over to the king sized bed. As the two of you come to a stop at the foot of the bed, you notice a floor to ceiling mirror directly in front of the bed, along with these gorgeous blood red roses sitting in various vases around the room. Some roses were even laying on the bed. Turning around in his arms you lift your arms around his neck,

“What’s all t-“ Ezra cuts you off, placing a finger over your mouth.

“Shh no more questions. I’ve been watching you for awhile now birdie. Always with a different man, selling your body. I know you hate it. I’ve been waiting for the right time but unfortunately there isn’t a right time so I’m taking you. Make you mine. Mine to love and feed on and use as I please.” He says before ducking his head down and leaving a kiss on the base of your throat. He makes his way up your neck, leaving a trail of kisses, causing your brain to shut off almost instantly.

“You always smell so divine my love. I can hear your delicious blood flowing through your body, your heart beating as if to say it’s mine for the taking,” he says in between kisses, “mm yes you will be the most tasty little treat I’ve had the pleasure of having.”

Now that’s a very weird way of saying he wants you. What exactly does that even mean? He can hear my blood? You aren’t exactly vanilla when it comes to sex but blood play is a new kink for you. Tilting your head back to allow him more room, Ezra starts to suck right below your ear earning him a beautiful soft moan to tumble out of your mouth. Soon his mouth leaves your neck as he starts to guide you down towards the floor.

He’s still standing, just bent over as you are almost on your knees in front of him. He pushes the tip of his boot in between your legs.

“Sit down birdie. Go on. I’m not a patient man.”

Without hesitation, you straddle his boot, sitting all the way down. You can feel it all along your wet cunt. Looking up at Ezra, who’s now standing straight up again, you can’t help but squirm ever so slightly as he reaches down and swipes his thumb on your bottom lip.

“That’s it pretty girl. Show me how well you can ride my boot.”

You begin to rub your cunt on his boot just as he asked, taking his thumb in your mouth. You lightly suck his thumb as you hold onto his leg and ride his boot. You can feel yourself get wetter by the second. The dominance he’s showing over you is the biggest turn on ever. All you want to do is show him how good you can be. You keep your eyes locked with his the whole time. You start to feel him tap his foot up, hitting your clit as you ride. Your little red lace thong you had on was completely soaked at this point. It barely covered you to begin with, now it’s practically useless but you love it. You can feel the sleek black leather, the little ridges of the seams, all it does is make you start to ride him faster wanting to feel ecstasy.

“Oooh that’s it birdie. Rub your sweet little cunt just like that. I bet you’re soaked aren’t you? Ah yes. Yes you are aren’t you birdie? Look at you. Riding my boot and sucking my thumb wishing it was my cock. What a beautiful sight you are.”

You have drool running down your chin and you just know his boot is soaked from your juices. You’re so close it’s almost embarrassing how quick it’s taken you just from rubbing yourself on his boot. It makes you feel like a damn virgin discovering your clit for the first time. Ezra removes his thumb, pinching your face as he pulls you up off his boot and turns you in his arms to face the mirror.

Forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror that’s when you notice, you can only see yourself! But Ezra is right there! Why isn’t he in the reflection looking back at you too?

Still holding your face, Ezra runs his nose up the side of your neck, inhaling deep. “Scared yet birdie? You really should be.” He says in a low gravelly tone. Once he spoke those words, your eyes went wide as he opened his mouth wide exposing his fangs as he bites down on your neck.

You try to scream, your mouth dropping open as this searing pain heats up your whole body. You try your best to flail your arms when the pain changes to a sweet sweet sensation that you find you never want to go away. Raising your arm, you find his head and card your fingers through his hair. Gripping onto his luscious brown curls, you do your best to keep his head right where you want him.

All too soon Ezra lifts his face away from your neck, blood dripping down his chin. His entire lower face is covered in the liquid. It’s the most erotic sight you’ve ever seen. With your hand still in his hair, you push his face towards yours, kissing him deeply. You feel him push his tongue into your mouth, tasting the metallic liquid you can’t help but want more of it. You suck his tongue best you can, continuing to kiss him as if your life depended on it.

Ezra pulls away, blood colored saliva strings connecting you two. His lips all plumped and bruised from the intense kiss you two shared. You feel his hand pull on your dress zipper as his other hand roams all over your body. In an instant you feel your dress fall exposing your bare breasts and soaked thong. Ezra slowly moves down, taking a breast in each hand. He gives each nipple a gentle suck before he continues on his way down.

Ezra’s on his knees in front of you as he looks up giving you these big puppy dog eyes. You reach down and cup his messy, beautiful face. He lifts one of your legs so it bends,

“Such a sweet, beautiful creature you are birdie,” he says before placing a kiss on the inside of your knee, “Now you’re a child of the night. You’re mine for the rest of eternity.” He tells you as he goes to peel your thong off your body. You help by stepping out of it, placing your hands on his shoulders for stability.

“And you’re mine Ezra. If I’m yours, you are mine.”

He growled in response, his eyes rolling back in delight. “Of course my love. We belong to each other now.” He says as he goes to lick a wide stripe up your wet slit. His big hands gripping the globes of your ass as he starts to lick into your cunt, exploring your entrance with his tongue. Your fingers card through his hair, gripping tight and pulling him more into you as you begin to rub your pussy on his willing mouth. You’re mesmerized looking at Ezra on his knees, eating your cunt like it’s his last meal. He looks up at you as he puts his lips around your clit and sucks. You’ve been ate out before but for some reason this is the greatest feeling you’ve ever felt. In fact everything feels better than it ever has.

Just as soon as you get close once again, Ezra pulls away. It’s as if he knows your close and he’s just teasing you. You let out a frustrated whimper as he pulls you down onto the floor with him. Laying you on your back, he climbs on top of you as he goes to kiss you again. Your tongues licking into each others mouths, you can taste yourself on him making you moan out loud. You can feel Ezra’s free hand go down and start to unbuckle his pants. He pulls away as you both go to work to free his cock from their confines. As soon as you see his thick cock you let out a gasp as you go to wrap your hand around him. He’s easily the biggest you’ve ever seen, your hand doesn’t even fit around him. Giving him a few pumps, he goes to move your hand away as he takes over, rubbing his cock through your soaked folds, collecting your wetness on himself before notching himself at your entrance. He pushes into you in one swift motion before he begins just pounding the shit out of you. His heavy balls slapping on your ass as his thick cock stretch’s you out like you’ve never been stretched before. It takes your breath away, all you can do is lay there with your arms wrapped around him tight and just take what he gives you. He dips his head down and starts sucking and leaving wet open mouth kisses on your neck. The only noise in the room is the wet slapping of your bodies meeting and the soft moans and grunts coming from you both. Ezra slows his thrusting down, grinding his cock deep inside of you making your eyes roll back. The two of you lost in the all of the sweet pleasure. Ezra’s face is hovering over yours as the two of you stare deep into each others eyes. The feeling of his cock massaging your walls has you both doubled over in ecstasy.

Without speaking, Ezra picks up speed again thrusting deep in your pussy. His forehead falling on yours as his eyes close, you feel him snake his hand down and his thumb gently circling your clit is your undoing. You hit your high, screaming out loud as he lets out a loud moan, laughing a little, “That’s it birdie cum for me. Soak my fucking cock my sweet creature. Nngh that’s it baby fuck I can feel you choking my cock. Just like that baby that’s it ooh. Oh fuck,” he grunts out as he hits his high. You can feel his cock throb and pulse deep inside you, his thick load coating your walls. His face still pressed to yours, his aquiline nose smooshed next to yours as you both lay there, catching your breath. You smile, breathing out a little giggle before you kiss the side of his mouth.

“So forever huh? I get to enjoy this for the rest of my days?” You say as you open your eyes to see him above you with a silly little grin on his face.

“I told you birdie. We’re children of the night. I’ve made you mine. And I have no problem reminding you every day and night that your mine and mine only.” He said punctuating that last few words with a deep grind of his cock.

“That’s fine with me.” You say with a breathless giggle. The two of you lay like that for awhile before he got hard again. He took you in every position on every surface that night. The next day you two stayed in bed, curtains closed. Once night hit, you left with Ezra, hand in hand, ready to spend eternity with him.

A/n: okay sooo we will def be seeing more of these two again!! I hope y’all like this! Every like/reblog/comment makes my day and I appreciate every single one of you babes!

Tagging my fellow vampire lovers: @patti7dc @multiversed-daydreamer @lumoverheaven @iamasaddie @toxicanonymity @bonezone44 @survivingandenduring @neverwheremoonchild

#vampire #vampire ezra #pedro pascal #ezra prospect #pedro pascal cinematic universe #ezra x reader #ezra x f!reader #pedro pascal characters #spooky fic #dead dove do not eat

[sebscore]

WANTING WAS ENOUGH | SEBASTIAN VETTEL & LEWIS HAMILTON

pairings: sebastian vettel x fem!reader, lewis hamilton x fem!reader

time: june 21, 2021

warnings: mention of cheating, idk reader and seb used to have a thing while he was in a relationship. mention of sex. also a mention of christian horner.

word count: 3.1k

author's note: this is the first fic i've written, so feedback is always welcome! reader or oc is a tennis player and she's confident… well she's french, so I guess that should explain everything. 

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''Well, well, well… look who we have here.''

It wasn't a surprise to hear his voice, she came to watch the French Grand Prix and after all these years Sebastian Vettel was still one of the most popular names on the grid. 

She didn't immediately turn around, needing a few seconds to redeem herself from his sudden appearance. ''Mr. Vettel, how nice to see you here.'' A playful tone visible in her voice, putting a slight smirk on Sebastian's face. They greet each other with a kiss on each cheek, nothing much out of the ordinary. 

''It's been a while since I've seen you at a race.'' His hand lingered a bit too long on her shoulder in her opinion, she was painfully aware of all the eyes on them. 

She gave him a smile, one he immediately noticed as fake. ''You know me, I'm a very busy woman.'' 

She wasn't lying, she is a very busy woman. Y/N is an athlete herself, a competitive tennis player to be more specific. The tournaments she competed in often fell on the same days as the racing weekends, preventing her from going. She has been going to these Grand Prix's for a long time. After a match she had sustained an injury, causing her to be hospitalized for a few weeks. She was bored out of her mind while laying in her hospital bed and her doctor told her it was the Canadian Grand Prix. With nothing else to do, she put the tv on and watched the race. She watched the entire racing season, which ended being won by her now-boyfriend, Lewis Hamilton. Ever since then, she has been a frequent visitor of the paddock. 

She and Lewis have been dating since 2019. They had known each other for a very long time, but they were more acquaintances than anything. Y/N is friends with Serena and she had expressed to her that Lewis had taken an interest in her. After months of playing a cat and mouse game with each other, they eventually got together and have been going strong ever since, being a fan favorite couple of Formula 1 fans. 

''I do know that, it's good to see you, Y/N.'' Sebastian's reply was genuine, it had been a few months since he last saw her and he hadn't expected to run into her at the Mercedes garage. 

She glanced around before looking into his eyes again. ''Now, what are you doing here at Mercedes? Planning on taking Valtteri's seat?'' She joked, confused as to what he was doing here. 

He laughed at her words. ''No, no. I just wanted to come and greet Lewis, haven't seen him today.'' Sebastian answered, nodding his head towards the man who was standing a few feet away from them, talking to the engineers. 

''You know, normally everyone knows when you're at the paddock, but this time it seems like you escaped the cameras.'' Y/N wasn't a stranger to grand entrances. Often garnering more attention than some of the drivers when she arrived on the paddock, with or without Lewis. 

She shrugged her shoulders. ''It was a last minute decision to go, Wimbledon starts in a week and I actually had a practice today, but I just couldn't resist going.'' She explained her unexpected appearance. 

''And it's your home race, you surely wouldn't want to miss that.'' Sebastian wouldn't say it out loud, but she looked good and he secretly hated it. 

Sebastian and Y/N's relationship was… kind of complicated. They have known each other for over 10 years, having met each other at the first ever F1 race she ever went to. It didn't take long for them to become friends, their personalities matching each other and there was a mutual understanding between them, both being high performing athletes. 

There was also no denying that they were attracted to each other. Sebastian is a very charming man, especially when he was younger and she would be lying if she said the man didn't make her all giddy inside. Y/N's confident personality and good looks didn't go unnoticed by the young Sebastian Vettel, nor did her French accent. There was only one problem: Seb had a girlfriend, whom he loved very much and as much as Y/N loved flirting with anything that breathed, she would never ever try something with a taken man. 

But Seb made it really damn hard for her. 

Small talk turned into philosophical conversations that lasted hours, glances turned into longing stares and innocent group hangouts turned into questionable rendezvous with just the two of them. 

She had fallen deep, but she wasn't willing to admit it. Not to herself or Sebastian. On the other hand, there was the man who was deeply confused about his own feelings. He knew he loved his girlfriend, but he couldn't deny that what he had with Y/N was special and something he didn't have with his childhood love. 

So, for 2 years they simply ignored the big elephant in the room and enjoyed their time together. Countless nights of love making and talking about the big pressures that were put on them to perform at the highest of their abilities in their own respective sports. Yes, the sex was great, but the chemistry between them was undeniable. 

The chemistry wasn't just seen by the two of them, but also by other people and they had their suspicions about the ''friendship'' between the F1 World Champion and the Grand Slams winner. Of course they weren't stupid and denied that anything was going on between the two that went beyond the lines of a normal friendship. The fact that she had also become a Red Bull ambassador during Seb's prime years at the team didn't help the growing suspicions. 

It came to an end when Sebastian had brought up the fact that he and his girlfriend had talked about marriage and kids. It had been a brutal wake-up call for Y/N, but she knew whatever the two had would come to an end one day. They spent one last night together and then… that was it. After that it was like they never existed before. Sebastian got married and had his kids, while Y/N focused on her tennis career and engaged in some highly publicized relationships. 

Her relationship with Lewis wasn't something to spite Sebastian, it had just kinda happened. It made sense to them and once the relationship was confirmed to the public, it also made sense to everyone else. A successful F1 World Champion with a multiple Grand Slam Champion, how more obvious could it be? 

Mixed feelings came rising above as she talked with Sebastian. She believed he had no idea she would show up to the race, that was evident. But he didn't have to talk with her, he could have just ignored her and went straight to Lewis, the reason he was in the garage in the first place. Yet, he didn't. 

''I'm just here to support my boyfriend, doesn't matter that it's in France.'' She didn't mean to come off as passive aggressive as she did, but this whole interaction made her a bit uneasy. 

He raised his eyebrow at her comment. ''I don't doubt that you're here to support Lewis, you're a great girlfriend, Y/N.'' Sebastian matched the tone in which she had answered him, not minding that he sounded stupid. 

There was no time to respond as the man of the hour approached them. ''Hey Seb, how are you, man?'' Lewis happily greeted his fellow competitor, not sensing the tension going on between him and his girlfriend. ''I'm good, just wanted to come and say hi before the race.'' They shared a quick hug, after which Lewis' arm immediately went around his girl's waist. 

''How are the wife and the kids?'' It was an innocent question on Lewis' part, it had been asked many times before, but never in her presence. 

Seb couldn't help but quickly take a glance at her reaction, but he was met with a poker face that didn't give anything away. ''Great, they're doing good, you know, resting at home.'' He answered Lewis, genuinely happy to talk about his family. 

''That's nice, I was gonna look for you, but I got kind of caught up.'' Lewis referred to his conversation with the engineers. Y/N didn't know exactly what he had to discuss with his engineers, but it must have been about the car and further than that she didn't need to know. 

''Well, I'm here now.'' Sebastian looked between Lewis and Y/N, trying to get the woman engaged in the conversation, but her face was telling him that she had no desire to do that. 

Lewis took notice of his girlfriend's discomfort, normally she happily socialized with the other drivers, but she was awfully quiet this time. ''Yeah, I'll see you out there on the track.'' 

Sebastian took that as his sign to leave the Mercedes garage. He bid goodbye to the both of them and quickly made his way over to the Aston Martin camp. 

''You okay, love?'' Lewis' concerned voice saddened her, she didn't want him worried right before his race. ''Yes, I'm just tired, chéri, I had a long practice yesterday.'' Technically she wasn't lying, she did have a long practice the day before, but it hadn't completely worn her out like she made it out to be. 

He cupped her face. ''You want to lie down for a bit? I don't want you to force anything with Wimbledon coming up.'' He was too sweet to put into words, making her feel more bad about lying in the first place. 

She shook her head. ''No, I want to watch you, I'm just not in the big mood to be a socialite, you know?'' 

''I can ask Ang if she can join you? I want to make sure you're okay, my love.'' Before she could even answer him, Lewis had already called Angela over to bring Y/N to his driver's room. 

Angela has asked her if she was alright while walking to Lewis' private room. ''Yes, you know him, Angela. Always worrying about the smallest things.'' 

''I know, he just cares about you a lot. He wants you to be alright.'' Angela might be the biggest fan of her relationship with Lewis, apart from his niece Willow. She was kind of a Y/N fan before she had started dating Lewis, so when Lewis had brought her along with him to the paddock for the first time, Angela was ecstatic to meet the woman. 

They entered the room and Y/N lied down on the couch, while Angela grabbed some water for her. ''Here you go, honey. I have to head back to the garage, but I'll join you once the race has started.'' 

''Thank you, Angela! You're truly an angel.'' Y/N thanked her with a genuine smile on her face. 

Angela shook her head. ''You don't have to thank me, I'll be back soon.'' She disappeared from the room, leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts. 

As soon as Angela left, a big sigh left the woman's lips. Why did she let Sebastian affect her like that? They had talked plenty of times after their ''situationship'' ended, 10 years had almost passed. 

After a period of time, the race had ended and Y/N watched on as her boyfriend took P2 between the two Red Bull drivers. She was sad for him that he didn't take the win like he wanted to, but she was proud of him nonetheless. 

''Mon chéri!'' Y/N opened her arms for Lewis as he entered his private room. A tired smile graced his face, relieved to finally be in her arms again. ''I know it's not what you were hoping for, but you held your own between the Red Bulls, you'll show them next time.'' 

''I will, love. I still have to do some media things and discuss the race with the team, but I'll find you afterwards, alright?'' He wanted nothing more than to stay with her, but some things were obligations. 

She gave him an understanding smile. ''Of course, I'll just take a walk around the paddock or something.'' Y/N laughed, just wanting to get out of Lewis' room and take a breather. 

Lewis wanted to give her a kiss on the lips, but was pushed back by Y/N. ''Putain, Lew, you're sweating!'' She snickered, slipping out of his embrace. However, Lewis has great reflexes and pulls her back in his arms, stealing a quick kiss. ''Alright, I'll see you soon, love.'' 

She left a few minutes after Lewis, getting herself ready to face the world. She was still a public figure and she would rather be caught dead than have a bad picture taken of her. She walked up and down the paddock, taking a break here and there when someone went up to her. Fernando even asked her for some free Wimbledon tickets. ''In your dreams, Alonso.'' She had told him. 

''It's weird how we keep running into each other, Y/N.'' She had kinda hoped their previous interaction would be the last one for a while, but what Sebastian wants, Sebastian gets. ''You keep finding me, I hope you're not stalking me.'' He went to stand in front of her, blocking her from walking any further. 

''I just saw you pass by, you looked a bit lonely, thought I would join you.'' His blue eyes looking directly into hers, a small smile gracing his face. 

She raised her eyebrow at his words. ''I don't think that's a good idea, Sebastian.'' He felt chills as his name rolled off her lips, it had been some time since he had heard her say it. 

''Why not?'' Sebastian wasn't surprised by her bluntness, she wasn't one to beat around the bush. 

Y/N laughed, almost tauntingly in his opinion. ''You know what's going around about us, Sebastian. I'm not planning to answer questions again about whether we ever had something or not, that's something from 10 years ago.'' She spoke calmly, completely aware they were open in the public. If anyone wanted to screen grab the moment of them talking to one another, they could. 

''I'm happily married with kids, Y/N. People are much more interested in your relationship with Lewis than they are in a rumor from 10 years ago.'' He understood where she was coming from, but he wanted to be able to talk to her without the constant fear of people bringing up old gossip again, even if the gossip was true. 

She wanted to roll her eyes at him, but she managed herself to stop. ''I really don't have time for this, Vettel,'' she briefly looked to her side, finding a couple phones pointed at them, ''there are people filming us,'' a fake smile made a way onto her face, pretending they weren't having a heated conversation, ''I'm gonna go now, have a nice day, Sebastian.'' She nodded her head, before turning around and walking back to Lewis' private room. 

Y/N really wanted to scream her lungs out. Why couldn't he understand that the media will use literally anything to make drama. Especially, if it could be between two of the best F1 drivers of this generation. The thoughts going through her mind prevented her from seeing that she had arrived back at the Mercedes compound. 

She briefly greeted Toto and Susie whom she hadn't seen much of today. After some small talk, she made it to her boyfriend's private space. Y/N lightly flinched upon opening the door, not expecting Lewis to be already inside, typing away on his phone. 

''Oh, hey, I was just about to text you! Ready to go?'' He put his phone in his pocket and grabbed his bag. Y/N did the same and grabbed her handbag from the couch. ''Yes, let's go.'' 

''You look a bit red, love.'' Lewis noticed, her cheeks being a bit more flushed than usual. She kept her composure. ''Oh, really? Probably because I ran into Horner on the paddock.'' Y/N hadn't run into the Red Bull Head Principle, but it was a believable reason. 

Lewis groaned. ''He's just mad you're a Mercedes lady now.'' She and Christian got along very well at one point, as she used to be a frequent visitor of the Red Bull Racing garage. Y/N used to be the global ambassador of Red Bull for 9 years, but she hadn't renewed her contract with them due to her relationship with Lewis. Horner somehow felt betrayed by her move to their rival team and had thrown a few digs at her in the media. 

''It suits me better, anyway.'' She smirked at the man next to her, resulting in a quick peck on the lips from him. ''Damn right, my love.'' They got into his car and were on their way to their hotel. Y/N herself lived in France, but her home was situated in Paris and they weren't about to drive for a few more hours. 

''You feel ready for Wimbledon?'' Lewis asked her, having enough of the race talk. Y/N nodded her head, a soft smile on her face. ''Yeah, I hope I can make it to the final, it's been a while since I've won a slam.'' Wimbledon was important to her, she was the defending champion from 2019 as the 2020 championship had been canceled due to Covid-19. Her win in 2019 was also her last Grand Slam win, she hoped she could add some more titles to her name. 

''I'm sure you can do it, you always do well on the grass court.'' He assured her, a hint of pride in his voice. It was at the 2018 Wimbledon tournament that he had asked Serena if she could put in a good word for him to Y/N. He had also seen her win against his friend in the final, while he sat in Serena's player box. 

Y/N shot him an overdramatic wink. ''We'll see, mon amour, we'll see.'' The buzz of her phone took her attention away from her boyfriend. She furrowed her eyebrows upon seeing the notification. 

UNKNOWN NUMBER: I'm sorry if our talk upset you, I should have been more sensitive. Good luck at Wimbledon, I'm rooting for you! Love from Sebastian. 

She didn't even want to know how he had gotten her number. She had it changed years ago, finding that she needed a cleanse at the time. 

''What is it, lovey?'' Lewis asked her, confused at why she had that puzzled look on her face. ''Nothing, just my coach, something about our practice tomorrow.'' She lied straight through her teeth. She didn't want to lie to Lewis, but she was aware he had his suspicions about those 2011 rumors between his girlfriend and Sebastian. Y/N didn't want to make it any worse. 

Sebastian Vettel still got her in trouble after all these years.

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this is the first fic i've written, so feedback or your opinions are always welcome! this is based on a dream i had and i just needed it out of my system. thanks for reading, darling!

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Thing For Me (Part 3)

Roman Reigns x Reader

Rating: 18+ NSFW

Warnings: Dry Humping, Kissing, Public

A/N: I know this is a shorter chapter, but I have so many ideas for this. This is just the beginning. Let me know if you want to be part of the squad! And please let me know your thoughts about that ending. 😉

Squad: @pusiqw @fame-ass-ers @lux-angels @fictitiousbeing @southerngirl41

It was Saturday of the following week and you were heading into the backstage area at a house show, your first event since Wrestlemania. Your encounter with Roman had consumed your every thought. You couldn’t shake the feel of his fingers gripping your bare thigh, or his voice so close to your ear. You also couldn’t forget how quickly his demeanor had changed, and how awful he made you feel before you left. Your mind was chaos, and Roman was in every whirlwind.

Why had he acted so crass? How could he be so magnetic and warm, then suddenly go rigid? Was I a disappointment? God, he was probably grateful for Jimmy’s interruption and to be rid of having to please me. I was a fool, and this was most definitely a game to him. I fully expect everyone here to know what we did, how I threw myself at him. How many girls has he run dry? And if he’s really that bad, then why does my stomach flip at the thought of his touch, why does my mind keep defending him? How do I shake this thing for him?

Despite your hurt, there was a piece of your heart that leapt at the thought of seeing him. What a mess he’s made of me. You turn the corner lost in your thoughts, and nearly walk right into him.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you say before realizing who it was. You glance up and meet his gaze, and your stomach drops. He looks bored. You wait for him to say something, but instead he steps past you and continues walking down the hall. You stand there for a moment, stunned. The bastard didn’t even acknowledge me. What is his problem? You sigh and shake your head, continuing down the hall, which now seems infinitely emptier.

The whole night you were avoiding everyone. You refused to meet anyone’s gaze, and kept to yourself with your head low. You just had to make it until the end of the night, then you could continue avoiding everyone until Monday. You pretty much had a successful night of no interaction until you best friend, Serena, spotted you walking and jogged over. She was one of the seamstresses for the women’s ring gear.

“[y/n]! Wait up. You look like someone ran over your dog,” she remarked. You stop walking and begrudgingly turn to face her. You suppose you did look rather distant, maybe even a little disheveled.

“I’m fine,” you managed, and smiled at her. In an effort to change the subject, you pointed over to her work station.

“Who’s gear are you fixing up today?” She narrows her eyes at you, but thankfully decides not to pry.

“Becky’s, and I’m way behind. I’ll catch up with you later?” She kisses her fingers and lightly touches them to your cheek before turning around and heading back to work.

“Perk up! Roman’s match is next,” she calls over her shoulder.

Despite yourself, you watch Roman’s match. Despite him being an asshole and leaving you in the dust, you couldn’t turn away. He was thriving off the heat from the crowd, and you caught your lips turning up at that cocky, satisfied grin that plastered his face as he circled his grounded opponent. He was a wolf, and your skin was prickling at the memory of him eyeing you like that. Shaking the sensation creeping up your thighs, you click off the TV and turn away. Screw him.

Roman’s match was the last of the night. After packing up your things, you moved to head out of the arena as quickly as possible, throwing on a pair of black sweats over your ring gear. Winding through the labyrinth that was backstage, you pass lots of familiar faces. And each time you glance up at a face that isn’t Roman, your heart stumbles. You’re nearly at the exit where the buses are waiting for you when you overhear a conversation.

“The Bloodline don’t lose, man!” It was Jey’s voice. You quickly steal behind an empty hallway and peer around the corner, listening. Jey and Jimmy were standing in front of Roman, clearly fired up about something.

“Wait until Monday, we’ll hand his ass to him,” Jimmy chimed in. Wait. Roman… lost? Your gaze drops to the floor as your eyebrows furrow, not grasping the fact that he actually lost. That hasn’t happened in years. A small laugh of disbelief escapes your lips. Serves the asshole right. Karma is a God. You glance up to notice Roman’s eyes drilling into you. You’d been made. Blood rushes to your cheeks as you quickly turn away and start down the hall. Shit.

“[y/n].” This was some serious deja vu.

“Why is it I’m always catching you sneaking?” He questions you.

“You lost tonight,” you say, and turn around to face him. This is the first conversation you’ve had since you stormed out of his room.

“You sound surprised. Didn’t watch your Tribal Chief tonight?” Roman teased, a wolfish grin playing at the corner of his lips. You unconsciously squeeze your thighs together. Roman referring to himself as Tribal Chief made heat rush to your core. You tilt your chin up defiantly, refusing to let yourself melt for him

“Maybe you’re to blame for my loss.” Roman steps closer to you, and you can feel the warmth radiating off his body. You can smell the scent of his sweat mixed with soap, teasing your senses. Roman leans in closer to you, speaking softly so only you can hear.

“Maybe you need to be punished.”

“And you need to get over yourself,” you retort, despite the pooling at your core. “I’m not a toy, Roman.”

You turn on your heel and start to walk away, but he grabs your wrist and whirls you back around. A playful smile rests on his lips.

“But you can be. And I promise you’d like it.”

You immediately drop your gaze, extremely flushed. So much for defiance. Roman is still gripping your wrist, holding you in place, so close to him. Suddenly you come to your senses about where you are, and worry that someone will witness the interaction. You tug your arm and try to release his grip, but he doesn’t budge.

“Roman,” you say, looking up at him, a bit of panic alight in your eyes, “someone could see.”

His grin expands as he releases his grip on your wrist and takes a small step back.

“Where’s the fun in being cautious?” He asks.

“If your idea of fun is being reckless and a grade-A dick, I’m not interested.”

Roman lets out a laugh, and walks around you like a predator planning how to enjoy their meal. Your heart picks up speed, and you take a deep breath in. He really is toying with you. And fuck him and your senses, because you’re so turned on by it. He makes his way back to face you, and reads you like a book. Suddenly his hands on on your waist and he’s pushing you backwards, lifting you up and setting you down on one of the roadie trunks. His body is positioned between your legs, and his face is inches away from yours.

You can feel his dick hardening through his pants, pressing into your aching core. He places his hands flat on the trunk at your sides, leaning in closer. Your lips part in anticipation of a kiss, but he just studies your eyes. You’re both breathing rather heavily, waiting for the other to make a move. You can’t take the tension anymore as what feels like minutes pass, so you crash your lips into his, gripping his bare chest. He kisses you back hungrily, grabbing your wrists and pulling your hands away from him, wrapping your arms behind your back.

Your core is pulsing, and he’s grinding his dick against you with every movement. You want more of him, all of him, right now. But he still has your arms pinned behind your back, and you’re helpless. He pushes his tongue past your lips and explores your mouth. He tastes like peppermint. You start to try to wriggle your arms free as he devours you, needing so desperately to touch him, but his grips just tightens. He pulls away a moment later and studies you, breathless with reddened lips. You swear you can feel his dick twitch though his pants. You don’t want him to stop. You need more, more, more.

“Is that your idea of not interested?” Roman remarks, allowing you to catch your breath. “You were just so worried someone would see us standing close together then you dry humped me on the roadie cart,” he says playfully.

Your face flushes as you remember you’re in the middle of the hallway backstage, where anyone can walk by. You quickly wiggle free of his grip and push him away as you hop off the trunk. You start to glance around to catch any witnesses, but Roman, grabs your chin and makes you look at him instead.

Roman laughs again. “I’m going to have so much fun playing with you.”

“Screw you,” you say, as you tear your chin out of his grip and take a step back.

“I know you want to,” he replies smoothly, “but you’ll just have to wait.”

Suddenly you were seeing red, so filled with rage at him for playing with you and finding your frustration and panic amusing. You were about to tear him a new one, when you notice Jey down the hall, staring at you both.

The smirk on Jey’s face told you all you needed to know. He just nods his head as your gaze falls on him, and you swear you see his adjust himself through his sweats.

You’d been made. And if two was dangerous, what makes three?

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[sere-rine]

~My Magnet~

Atomic Blonde Fan-fiction Imagine. (Lorraine Broughton x Fem Reader.) Summary: Lorraine came back to Y/n after leaving her suddenly to do some work in Berlin. Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Possessiveness..

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“Let’s head home.” Agent Kurzfield say to Lorraine once she takes her seat on the plane.

“Yes, home.” She said and flashes of her and Y/n suddenly flooded her mind. Their memories together, all the nights you are tangled together under her blanket and the way she would snaked her arms around your waist every time she gets a chance. 

Lorraine is an MI6 agent so love is not something she expects her life to have. But with Y/n, she just can’t help but be protective over the woman. She wants to spend all her free time with you and tell you how special you are to her. 

But now, she don’t know how to face you since she left you with nothing after an intimate night. She can’t help but be hopeful that in those almost three weeks she’s away, you would forgive her, well if you can’t, she’s going to give it her all to make you accept her in your life again. 

“So what are you going to do once we’re home?” The agent ask Lorraine and she sighed. 

“A lot.”

.....

Lorraine is now at her place and she found it clean, not even a dust. You are not in her bed nor in any corner of the room. She slumped at the couch and is convince that you are certainly not happy when she left. On the top of the storage of shoes beside her front door she found a set of key in a keychain. She heave a sigh and went to her closet. It’s your keys that she gave you, so you can just enter the flat whenever you want. 

She’s rummaging through her closet trying to find a clothes that is yours. She found one. A long sleeve dress that is black and white stripes. (The one on the GIF)

She takes a sip of alcohol and pulled the telephone to her. She punched your number and waited for your answer. 

.....

“Y/n, a call for you!” Your friend shouted from your bedroom. You looked up and head upstairs to answer it.

“Get out now will you? You need to give that clothes back Serena, i’m not kidding!” You said after putting the telephone on your ear, and your friend just laughed and yelled ‘Right, right!’

“Hello?” You said after your friend closed the door. You didn’t hear anyone on the other side so you asked again.

“Uhm, Hello? Who is this?” After that you waited for a second and looked at the telephone. Maybe Serena was just pranking you so you decided to drop the call. You are about to, but you heard a someone talked.

“I missed your voice.” Your breath hitched. You always thought that she just used you since you just met in a club. Have one intimate night and never thought that it’ll continue. You practically lived with her for a week and then for almost three weeks ago she left you with not a note nor anything. You waited for her that day but she never showed up. Every once a week you’ll come back to check on her, thinking she’s already home but she is not. You cleaned her condo and left the keys not wanting to come back again after three times.

And now she’s back but you don’t know what to feel. “Lorraine?” you asked even though you already know. That deep voice? You will never forget it, for it always bring goosebumps into your body. 

“Yes baby, it’s me.” She said and out of panic you drop the call. You bring the phone back to it’s place on the wall and looked at it. You waited for it to ring again. If it’s really Lorraine, she will call again. Seconds past and it didn’t so you release the breath that you unconsciously holds and sits at the edge of the bed. 

You flinched when the telephone rings and you run into it. You hold it first but you decided to answer it. “Hello?” You asked.

“It’s me, please don’t drop the call anymore babe.” She said and you can’t help but scoff at her. 

“God, where have you been? You left me and then you’re just gonna talked to me on the phone and say ‘I missed your voice?’ huh?” You said with building anger on you, and a mocking voice.

“Well it’s true. It’s true and i’m so sorry.” She said in a soft voice that you can’t help but melt at her apology. But you shrugged your thoughts. You are supposed to be mad at her. “I went to work. They needed me.” You rolled your eyes at her even though you know she can’t see it.

“Whatever, why did you call? What do you need?” You spat at the phone. You're not fuming anymore because now you know that she's safe. Your worries dissipates and relaxed feelings overcame you. But you know it’s just for now. You don’t know how you will react when you actually sees her, but that thought will be for next time.

"I need you." She told you and you just laughed.

"Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine. You don't need me. You want me." She paused for a second but continued.

"Wanting you is shallow, but needing you is something that I don't want to but I. can't. help." You pursed your lips and ended the call. You can't fall for that. She left you like that once, most likely, she'll do it again. You left your room even though you can hear the phone rings.

Serena entered your room without you noticing because she likes your mirror more than on her room. You continue to prepare the ingredients you need for your dinner. Serena caught your attention after she's finished "Y/n, are you going to go out later?” She asked you out of the blue.

“Nope, I’m staying in.” You said to her without even looking at her. She swiped her keys from the counter and hung her jacket onto her one arm.

"Ok, then I have a parcel that's going to arrive so, will you wait for it?" She asked and you just nodded at her.

.....

Hours passed and it's already dinner. You expect for Serena to join you so you prepared dinner for two. Exactly after you placed the last fork, someone rings the doorbell and you looked at the door out of instinct. Serena should just enter because you saw her get her keys.

You walked your way to the front door and you peeked at the peephole and saw a blonde woman who surely knows how to surprise you every fucking time.

You sighed and proceeded to open the door while your eye is rolling. "What are you doing here Lorraine?" You said in a monotone voice with a hint of irritation.

"Dinner." She said after she puts her shades out of her eyes and there you saw and remembered the feeling of her looking at you. The way she sent chills all over your body whenever her blue orbs were pierced at yours is something that you really missed no matter how hard you deny it.

"Sorry I prepared only for two people steak dish."

"Good, Serena told me your address." She uttered and I heave a sigh again. Of course it's her. She set you up and you shouldn't be surprised anymore.

"Yes, right, so you've talked to her?" You asked after stepping aside to let her in for you don't have any choice now. After a week of being with her, you knew already that she'll insist her way when it comes to you. 

“Yeah, on the phone earlier she answered it. She sounds nice.” She muttered lowly but enough for you to hear. She’s busy scanning the whole room and you guide her into the bar place where you prepared the dinner and waited for her to sit down while you’re already sat.

“Well I guess let’s eat.” You said after she sat down. The whole time you and her didn’t speak but you can feel and see in her peripheral vision that she keeps glancing towards you or the room. For you it’s awkward but for her you don’t know, being quiet is one of her specialty. Well that silence between the two of you was broken by her after dinner while you’re busy washing the dishes. She’s facing you and leaning the counter while you’re back is on her. You can smell the smoke that she’s puffing and you can’t help but feel the nostalgic feeling of being with her on that short amount of time. This feels like the same but you know it’s not.

“So Serena, she’s your friend huh?” She asked and you just answered her with a ‘hmm’. “Just your friend?” She continued and that’s when she got your attention. You turned off the faucet, dropped the spoons that you’re currently washing,wiped your hands and faced her.

“Yes, and so what if she’s more than just a friend?” You questioned her. 

“Nothing, it’s just, I hope you know you’re mine.” Your eyes widen at her sudden possessiveness over you and that made you laugh sarcastically.

“Wow, you came here to say that?” You fixed your posture and because she’s leaning on her back, your height are just the same. “After you left without even a notice, nor note?”

“It’s because of my job.” She casually said and it makes you mad now.

“I don’t even know your job. Haha, it’s so funny how much is your effect on me and all I know is the shallow things about you.” You said and puts your hand into your head.

“You does the same to me.” You looked up at her and her gaze is as piercing as ever.

“You know what I think? I think i’m just the woman who caught your fucking attention on that fucking bar, i’m just someone you found lovely because I submit to you better than anyone you had ever met and i’m just the woman who you think you can fucking use and fucking leave whenever you want to.”

“Don’t put words into my mouth. I have been through a lot just to see you again.” You seemed so high that you can’t even hear and comprehend what she’s saying. At the moment your vision is dark and all you want is to burst.

“If I let you in, into my life again and the heaven above knew how much I want to do that, who knows what more you can do? Who knows how much pain you can inflict to someone like me?” She was about to say something since she puts out her cigarette and also straightened her posture and now she’s looking down on you, but you ignored all of that and continue your outburst.

“I have been used physically and emotionally more than I have eaten and add this too much pain and too much torture. I am so fucking tired of my life. So don’t you ever say I’m yours if you don’t plan on keeping me.” You spat, you didn’t notice how your hands are on your head scratching you scalp and your breaths are now fast and deep. That’s where she stepped towards you and hold your wrists in between her and you. 

Your having a panic attack and she doesn’t know what to do. Your thoughts are spiraling and she can’t think of a better way to calm you down other than to crashed her lips into yours. Your eyes widen at the sudden contact, your heartbeat seems to relax now that you’re back into your senses. “Fuck you.” You whispered at her.

“No, fuck you!” She hissed that left your mouth wide open. 

“Fuck you for thinking i’m only using you. You can’t stay into my condo for a week when i’m only using you.” You are speechless at her words and she’s not yet finish. 

“I have this dangerous job and I can’t guarantee my safety, but i’ll guarantee yours. I will sacrifice the whole fucking world for you and I felt that with just a week with you. What more when I spend the rest of my days with you?” You are about to say something but she puts her index finger into your lips to shut you up.

“Shh, and for your fucking information, I don’t just plan on keeping you because Y/n fucking L/n, you are in my fucking dreams. How the hell can you do that? So don’t you ever doubt me.”

“I can’t help but doubt you Lorraine and you can’t blame me. One day you just pop out of nowhere, bought me a drink, fuck me, spend a week with me and then left me. That’s not so assuring. In just a short moment, you managed to squirm your way into one of the unforgettable person in my life that I don’t wanna lose.” You spoke lowly, clearly tired.  

“I am in the middle of my work and all I can think about is you. Like you said, in just a short moment you managed to become my magnet. My job is so fucking vicious and time demanding. I may not came back for days, weeks, months, or years, but know that i’ll always come back to you. I want you to be the one waiting for me when I get home because you are better than most rewards and salaries I can get.”

You looked into her eyes to see any hint of falseness but no, she is so genuine that is overwhelming for you. You have never been looked at the way she’s gazing into your eyes. You can’t help it but close the small distance you two have. 

Your kiss is slow and passionate. You pour into this kiss all the feelings that you can’t voice out at her. Her one hand is gripping your waist, and the other one tapped your thigh. You jumped and wrapped your legs around her waist and she placed you into the kitchen counter. You made out like some horny teenagers now that both of your kisses are fiery and hungry. 

You pulled away after seems like forever and she used this opportunity not to stop but continue to ravish you down into your neck. You can’t help but moan at the feeling of her hands under you shirt, one groping your left breast and one caressing your right outer thigh. She bit and suck you all over your necks. You’re sure you’ll leave this kitchen counter with a lot of marks by her. 

“Lorraine, t-the d-dishes, ahh, hmm, I- i need to finish-” You didn’t get a chance to end your sentence because of her lips came back into your mouth.

“That dishes ain’t gonna run baby girl. And yes don’t worry, you’ll finish before this day ends.” She said and hungrily dive down into your neck again. She lift you off the counter and made her way into your bedroom, while you’re busy quietly gasping and moaning her name. Her blonde hair is now a mess because of your hold into it but she doesn’t care, neither of you did.

“Serena... Serena might b-be home any minute.” You said after she lays you in bed. She’s now sitting on your stomach and she removed her shirt. You can see her almost naked top part of her body. She’s is still with her brassiere and you are already drooling over her. The way your eyes scan her body, builds ego inside of her.

“Oh don’t worry, she’s safe on her friends’ house. No one is gonna disturb us tonight. I’m all yours, and you. Are. All. Mine.” You take a gulp and brace your self, for this is gonna be a long night. 

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#charlize theron #charlize #atomicblonde #atomic blonde #lorraine #lorraine broughton #middle aged actresses #fanfiction #lgbtq #gxglesbianlgbt #gxg #gxg imagine #imagine

[star-girl69]

hiii i love your daemyra series!!! i was wondering if u could write smth with daemyra x reader where the reader often has doubts and insecurities about her relationship with them (if its alright with u i would love if u could write her being plus sized too!!) and she has a breakdown and tries to hide that she cried but they are worried and tell her to tlak and then they just take care of her and reassure her and if u want to maybe some fluffy sex too tysm <33

a/n: hi anon! thank you so much for requesting i’ve been waiting for a daemyra x reader request for like, ever lmao. i’m also so glad you’re enjoying my daemyra series! i absolutely adore writing it and i’m glad i can provide a little bit of content for us!! i loved this request, but i unfortunately don’t write smut so i had to leave that part out. i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, getting drunk, possessiveness, mentions of alcohol, tell me if i misses anything!!

Perfect Thing

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“I think it’s time for us to leave, hm?” You turned towards you husband with a frown, staring at the amused smile on your lips.

“I wanna dance!”

“You’re drunk.” Rhaenyra rationalized, pulling your chair closer to her to brush hair out of your face, feeling the heat in your cheeks.

“Stop…” You groaned with a smile, blushing like you always did when they touched you. Even after years of being married to them.

“Oh, you dare to tell the heir to the throne what to do?”

“Please, just one dance with Lady Serena? She’s my dearest friend and I haven’t seen her in so long…” You looked at them pleadingly, knowing how to play your husband and wife like a violin.

Everyone knew that Daemon and Rhaenyra were wrapped around their wife’s little finger, but what wrong could their perfect wife do? You deserved anything and everything, and they took it upon themselves it give it to you.

“Go,” Daemon groaned. “But only one. I’m scared you’re going to fall over. Don’t spin too fast!”

But you were already running off into the crowd, finding Lady Serena who let out a squeal when she say you.

Serena was truly your closest friend, being the husband of a Crownlands lord very near to Dragonstone. She often visited the castle you resided in, and a fast friendship formed.

Serena let out a hiccup as she grabbed your hand, tugging you further into the crowd.

You danced with her clumsily, which mostly meant laughing and twirling each other around.

You two didn’t even notice that you had danced out of the crowd until you slammed into a pillar, falling into a fit of laughter.

“Uh-oh. Your- your things are staring at you.”

“What things?”

“Your things! The people that you- your husband and wife!”

“How did you forget the words?”

“I don’t know. Wine?”

“Probably,” you mused with a smile before bidding her goodbye, shuffling just around the edge of the crowd to get back to your Daemon and your Rhaenyra.

The crowd seemed to be swallowing you whole, and some sober part of yourself realized how drunk you were.

“I’m sorry!” You steadied yourself after bumping into someone, a Lannister lord by the lion on his collar.

He glared at you, taking notice of your Targaryen red dress and lack of white hair. But must have recognized you. “Fucking whore,” he sneered and walked away, and you felt the wine in your veins disappear.

You knew your marriage was unconventional, and you tried not to care about the opinions of others. You really did.

As Daemon told you, you were a princess and their wife. Don’t dirty your lips with talk of lies.

But you couldn’t help your mind be planted with dirt, with seeds of doubt flowering in you.

You had been plagued with nightmares of Daemon and Rhaenyra leaving you, of the court shaming you more than they already did.

You felt a hot tear slip down your face.

But your feet had carried you to your husband and wife, so you did your best to wipe the tears away.

“Ready to go? You must be exhausted-” Rhaenyra voice trailed off as she looked up at you, seeing something on your face. “Have you been crying? Did you get hurt? What happened?”

Daemon’s head whipped around from a conversation with a nearby lord, walking toward you hastily.

Rhaenyra stood next to you, looping your arm with yours while Daemon placed a hand under your chin to tilt your face up.

“You’re crying.” His voice was blunt, and that only served to further your shame and embarrassment.

“I’m not.” But the two did not believe you.

—-

You were silent during the walk back to your chambers, Rhaenyra keeping a tight hold on you and looked at you expectantly. You weren’t sure if she thought you were going to fall over crying or what, but her burning stare only made your shame grow.

They cared about you so much, and you couldn’t even believe them.

Rhaenyra let go of you with a hesitant arm, eyes following you and you settled onto the bed. You didn’t bother to take off you dress, simply slipping off your shoes.

The bed dipped a few minutes later, Daemon’s rough hand encompassing your shoulder. He tugged you closer, and you were powerless to resist him.

You laid on your back while he was on his side, looking at you in a way you couldn’t decipher.

“Nothings wrong.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“Just tell us, Y/N.” Most of the time Daemon enjoyed a game, but when you were hurt, all of that fell away. Leaving only the serious man you had been fascinated with, never believing that he could be yours and you could be his.

“I’m fine,” you hissed and he let out a dry laugh.

“Don’t be a brat.”

“I’m telling the truth.”

“You’re not-”

“Daemon.” Rhaenyra settled into bed on the other side of you, hair unpinned and flowing around her like a while halo. She looked beautiful, but you were too embarrassed to say anything. “Y/N, my love, please…”

“Nothings wrong!”

She pressed a hand to your cheek, turning your face toward her.

“You can tell us anything. We’ll never get mad at you. Never leave you. Anything, Y/N. Anything.”

And your resolve broke.

Because it was just Rhaenyra, just your Rhaenyra, and how could she ever lie to you?

“T-this- this man, I-I bumped into him and he- he called me a w-whore.”

Rhaenyra’s lips parted in shock, and you could feel Daemon tense behind you.

“He’s a lying cunt and I’ll kill him myself.” Daemon’s low voice in your ear did nothing to calm you, only causing the tears that had not left your eyes to start falling.

“Don’t cry. Don’t cry. It’s not true. Not true. I promise, sweetness, I promise.” Rhaenyra peppered kisses on your temple, hand still on your cheek in an effort to ground you, bring you back to your body.

Daemon hummed in your ear, a silent prayer to send you back but you were already gone. Untethered. You floated through the sky like a falling ash from a fire, like a leaf blowing in the wind.

“I try so hard not to believe it. I promise I do. But our marriage is… unconventional. I try not to believe it but it’s so hard when everyone else does. It’s so hard.” Sobs filled your voice, and you were surprised you were coherent enough to even have a conversation.

“You’re a princess,” Daemon murmured. “you’re-”

“I’m your wife, yes, I know. I shouldn’t dirty my mouth with lies. But they’re not lies, Daemon. They’re not. They’re not.”

“No, no. Don’t say that, Y/N. Who cares what they think, my love? We love you, and that’s all that matters. Forget about the rest of the world. Fade into us.”

“But I- I don’t even know if I-”

Rhaenyra’s hand curled around your chin, and Daemon wrapped a tight arm around your waist.

“Don’t ever question our love for you. We love you. We love you with all of us. We love you, and we will love you until the fucking sun disappears from the sky. We won’t stop loving you, even in death. If you were to call me from over my grave, I would rise from the dead. I would hear you in death, I would hear you a thousand miles away.”

“I would do anything for you. I will kill anyone for you. I will kill everyone who put these thoughts into your head. I will kill the man who called you such a hateful thing. Viserys may be the king, but he does not rule over my heart. Only you and Rhaenyra have the power over that.”

You let out a deep breath at their words.

“Thank you, you didn’t have too-”

“Don’t.” Rhaenyra murmured with a smile, placing a finger over your lip. “We will always comfort you. Always remind you that we love you. Now let’s get you out of that uncomfortable dress, our sweet little wife.”

“Perfect girl,” Daemon agreed, head dipping to press a hard kiss to the side of your neck.

“Best girl,” Rhaenyra placed a kiss onto your temple.

“Our girl,” Daemon murmured, teeth softly grazing your skin.

—-

Rhaenyra and Daemon slowly helped you out of your dress and corset, occasionally telling you how much they loved a random part of your body.

“I like your stomach best of all, though. Comfortable to lay on when you read to me.”

“The way your hand fits into mine is my favorite.”

“I like your cunt, too.”

“Daemon!”

After you changed into a soft silken nightgown, Daemon and Rhaenyra each shared a long, hard kiss with you. But with their soft touches and sweet words you didn’t need anymore convincing, wouod never need anymore convincing. Your Daemon and your Rhaenyra loved you, and that might be the most perfect thing, not you.

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#daemon x rhaenyra #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen x reader

[glasskey]

Justice THT Style - Part 4 - Tuello

Today I’m going to be discussing Tuello and all his various forms of justice. Tuello’s had quite a journey lately and as his allegiance to June grows, so too his sense of Justice must also change.

In season 4, when Fred was at the top of everyone’s shit list, we were finally given a proper introduction to Mark Tuello (YAY). As a character he seems to have an almost Teflon like quality, he’s likeable to the point of being cuddly, and even when he does fuck up he seems to redeem himself without so much as a scratch. I love Tuello, he’s extremely layered and I’m always on board for the onions in any cast of characters. Tuello is, for all intents and purposes, the Nick Blaine of Canada. They both occupy positions of power and judgement and like Blaine, Tuello acts like a light in the dark whenever June needs to find safe harbour.

As a diplomat it’s expected that Tuello’s sense of justice is strictly procedural and in season 4 he bargains with Fred to acquire him as an asset. But he’s a complicated guy, Tuello feels Junes rage and frustration, he knows Fred is a POS who doesn’t deserve immunity and a quiet house in the suburbs. He knows full well that by handing over Fred to Gilead he’ll be sentencing him to death, but regardless he marches him with firm righteousness across the border and does just that.

The similarities between this and Blaine's walk with Fred through the woods seemed to foretell the partnership between these two men in delivering justice that was at last cemented in season 5. With both men Fred stops mid walk to rage indignantly at them, only to be brutally rebuffed each time. I am not joking when I say the very SECOND I saw Blaine jump out of that truck and flash those suspenders (sweet mother of Mary) I knew their partnership would come to pass.

Like Blaine he’s not really one to revel in retributive justice, but in this case he was happy to partake and in season 5 he stopped by Junes’ house to give her an unexpected pat on the back for her murderous endeavours. Tuello also seemed to have an intimate knowledge of what this would ultimately cost June personally…..the figurative second grave.

Tuello may be truly benevolent, but every move he makes is a precise and purposeful attempt at the restoration of democracy to a broken country. Tuello likes Blaine, he honestly believes he is an “honourable man” and he’s truly awed by Nicks love for June. He’s a romantic and he simply can’t understand why Serena would go back to Fred or why Nick didn’t run away with June. He’s visibly heart broken when Blaine professes that he feels worthless and I was utterly convinced in that moment that Tuello would need to light the way, if Nick was ever to hope to make it back to June.

As romantic as he may be, he’s no fool, he makes Nick sign a contract and he intends to hold him to it. Nick Blaine is a HUGE asset to Tuello, ultimately taking the place that Fred would have occupied as a source of information about the inner workings of Gilead, this may mean that Nick is in for a long haul as a double agent. Tuello is ultimately a real messenger of peace; his kindness towards Blaine, his repeated attempts to help Serena, his attempt to rescue Hannah and his warnings about New Bethlehem, all testify to this. Everything about Tuello is designed to command respect, but in his case its done with a kind word and a contract instead of a noose. Tuello has been constructed to be almost father figure like in nature. There’s something wonderfully comforting about his presence; he has a voice that could read you off into a blissful slumber and he’s rarely seen dressed in anything but a well tailored suit.

Tuello is remarkably cool headed in most situations, even those that should send him into a tail spin. I’ve only seen him get slightly flustered once or twice, the most notable being when June neglected to make an appointment and surprised him jogging. To be fair, no one looks their best clammy and gasping for breath, and lets face it their last encounter didn’t really end on a high note.

While I’m thrilled to have Tuello along as an ally, I’m acutely aware that everything about him screams (in a warm caramel voice) the virtues of restorative justice, and I’m wondering how well our lovely diplomat will fair once he’s seen some actual corpses swing. Tuello, like Blaine, may want to stick to the rule of moral and law, but I fear that as Gilead seeps across the border, he may quickly come to realise that stronger methods will be required in order to restore peace. Next time I’ll be discussing the use of Tokens in THT. What are they and what do they mean? See you then.

#nick x june #june x nick #june osborne #max minghella #hulu streaming #nick blaine #mark tuello #osblaine #the handmaids tale hulu #elisabeth moss #sam jaeger #the nick blaine of canada #bruce miller #hulu series #tv series #handmaid's tale #the handmaid's tale #handmaid's on hulu

[multimilfs]

Emily Charlton x Fem!Reader: Crisis Mode 

Summary: "Ew. Get away from me. No--not you. You stay."

AO3

A/N: I chose to do this for Emily because the line feels so perfect for her. I've never really written her before so this was a lot of fun!! So fun in fact that I'm pumping this out before work haha. I hope you all like it!

Prompts found here!

Tag List: @multifandomfix @escapetodreamworld @ghostsunderstoodmysoul

Warning(s): None

Though it was par for the course by now, you’ll never get used to rounding the corner and hearing Emily’s frazzled “I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.” With a job like her’s, it was impossible to blame her for how she had to stay afloat. Miranda—amazing and talented as she is—can be the devil to work for. 

You came in early on the hunch that something was going to go terribly wrong. Sometime mid-trip, you wondered if that was just how it felt to work at Runway anymore; but you were too close to the office to turn around. When you stroll through the doors to see everything in pure chaos, you know it was the right choice.

The first thing you register is Nigel running past you. Not a speed-walk or a jog, sprinting. Jocelyn follows at his heels babbling under her breath. On instinct, you make a beeline for the desks outside of Miranda’s office. If they were acting like this, she couldn’t be here yet. 

That’s when Emily’s mantra reaches your ears and you know the day is going up in flames. The second assistant is silent, staring between her computer screen and the papers on her desk like she couldn’t read a word of it. She looked haunted. Dark shadows under her eyes and pale skin tell you she is either very sick or severely malnourished—though you saw that often enough—and you need to get her away from Emily before she ruins anything. 

“You,” You say, pointing to the second assistant as both snapped their heads to you, “Go get something to eat. I don’t care if it’s a dried cranberry or something greasy, go, and don’t come back until you can do your job.” 

Emily hisses out your name and you ignore it until the second assistant leaves, then she snaps, “What do you think you’re doing!?” 

“Getting her out of the way. She wasn’t going to be of any help to you, Em. Now, tell me what’s going on.” 

Emily takes a deep breath and all of the days problems are unloaded; The Central Park shoot was canceled for some official city event, the new collection of Prada belts have gone missing, Miranda wants the run-through pushed to this afternoon, on and on and on it goes until you’re worried Emily is going to pass out. 

You step forward and place a hand on either of her cheeks, missing the blush that erupts there, “Breathe, Em, you’re better to us alive.” 

She takes a deep breath and when you’re sure she’s calmed, you offer a smile, and launch right into your plan of attack. You’d been Miranda’s assistant too once. When you’d done your time, you asked to move to the makeup department with Serena; you’d always loved painting faces and Serena was a master. Miranda had been pleased—as pleased as she could be—to oblige. 

You were a bit rusty, but when you’ve played the role of Miranda’s assistant, it never leaves you. It’s like second nature to sit back at the desk and start rifling through papers. 

“I’ll call the city and arrange everything with Central Park. Call the Closet staff and let them know that anything they’re working on currently is on pause, finding those Prada belts are first priority unless they all want to be out of a job. If Miranda wants the run-through today, she’ll get it, and I need at least three passable spreads from each department,” You’re dialing the line to the makeup department, smiling and saying smoothly down the line, “Serena darling, I’m with Emily, we’re in crisis mode. Can you do me a favor? Yes, I’ll explain later, but there is a pair of scuffed Manolo Blahniks in the Closet that are supposed to be used in the run-through today. Can you fill in the scuffs with eyeliner until we can send them back? You’re the best. Ciao.” 

The wide-eyes and look of awe from Emily make you stop up short. You forgot that she’s never seen you in this role; by the time she came to Runway, you were comfortably in the makeup department with Serena. Offering a shy smile, you get to work, trying to ignore the way her gaze makes you blush. 

It takes some subtle threatening and maneuvering, but the Central Park shoot is back on. The team will have to work fast but it’s better than losing the whole thing. Emily informs you that they’ve found the Prada belts and they’re being sent up. Staff around Runway are also bringing up their spreads for the run-through to see if they’ll pass. 

Serena stops by with the formerly-scuffed Blahniks in hand and you examine them with a hard eye. If you’re really looking for it, you can tell they’re filled in. You hope Miranda isn’t hyperfocused on details today because they’ll pass if she’s distracted. 

By the time all is said and done, you have an hour and a half before Miranda is supposed to show. You’re only waiting on the run-through staff at this point. Sitting on the edge of Emily’s desk and talking through the changes—pausing when she answers a phone call—is nice. It’s a brief moment of calm you rarely get with the assistant. Sure, the two of you go out sometimes, but it’s different seeing her at work. She’s in charge here when Miranda’s gone. 

You believe that one day, should Miranda ever step-down, that Emily is next in line for Editor-in-Chief. No one sees what she does and has the experience at Miranda’s side. It’d be perfect for her. 

You’re waiting patiently as Emily takes a call when her face drops, “Emily?” You whisper.

She hangs up the phone in silence. Her eyes, now wide, look up at you. There is pure and unrestrained horror in them. You feel a pit growing in your gut. 

“Annie just canceled. She’s sick.” Emily says. 

It takes you a few moments to realize she means Annie Leibovitz, the photographer for the Central Park shoot. You want to rip your hair out. Everything was going so well. But instead, you take her hands, and start to slowly walk her through how she can fix it. 

You’re interrupted by everyone walking in with their run-through spreads. Seeing you and Emily at the same desk, they crowd around, talking a mile a minute and shoving garments in your face. A gaudy rhinestone belt nearly smacks you in the eye, but you’re still trying to deliver comments on each item. The noise is overwhelming. 

“Enough!” Emily declares. 

She’s moved away from the crowd and when you move towards her, the whole crowd follows. They’re silently holding out their garments now. 

“Ew. Get away from me,” Emily snaps and you startle, stepping back just as everyone else does. She grabs your arm and pulls you back into her space, “No–not you. You stay. The rest of you organize your things in Miranda’s office and go, we’ll call if anything is especially heinous.” 

They all pause and stare. 

“Now!” 

They scramble as if Miranda made the call herself. You watch it all happen with a small smile, impressed at the way Emily took control of everything. She looks at you and shares your smile. Neither of you think about how she’s still holding onto you. 

All of them leave quickly, heads down and muttering apologies as they pass. You barely hold in a laugh. It’s only when she gives your arm a gentle squeeze that you realize you’re still touching. 

You stare at one another for a long minute and you’re weighing the dangers of kissing her; so far you’re most worried about how it’d smudge her lipstick, the rest seems worth the risk. But her cell beeps and the two of you reluctantly separate. 

Her lips purse and she takes in a long breath, “Miranda’s on her way.” 

#emily charlton #emily charlton x reader #the devil wears prada #the devil wears prada x reader #tdwp #emily charlton imagine #the devil wears prada imagine #wlw #wlw imagine #oct2022 #multimilfswritings

[sierrawr]

Summary: Your secretary, Soobin, failed for the first time in his task that you assigned to him. It sparks your rage, and he is shocked to learn that you knew his past history and relation with the infamous Korean-Italian mafia, Vincenzo Cassano.

TEASER | TEASER 2 | CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5

Pairing: Attorney! Reader X Undercover Police! Jay Cameo: Secretary! Soobin Genre: Thriller, mystery, slow-burn, Kdrama spin-off Triggered Warning!: None Word Count: 1196 Words Inspired by: Kdrama "Why Her?" and "Siren" by Taeyeon Song Recommendations: "Adrenaline" by Aalia (Vincenzo OST)

You stared at the file that Soobin just handed to you a few moments ago before you let out a heavy sigh. You can’t deny the fact that Soobin, who is standing straight in front of your office desk, has always shown a great effort and excellent job when it comes to tracking and getting information of someone regardless of their social status and private life. However, you also can’t believe that for the first time in the history of 3 years since he has been working for you, he failed to complete the task that you gave him.

“I’m sorry, Serena 님. Please do punish me as your heart wishes. I have failed you this time after all.”

Soobin bowed to you as he admitted his failure to carry the task of searching the 2019 hit and run victim’s background.

“That’s bullshit Soobin. You have never failed a task and a mission from me or my father before. Are you sure you are still on our side? It’s been 10 years since you knew my family and you have worked for me for 3 years already. I wouldn’t be surprised if you turned out to be a backstabber. You better come clean right here and right now before I found something else that you might hide from me,”

You can't understand why it is so hard to obtain the information of the victim since her social status is not that impressive. This is because you have a vivid memory about what she wore on that night of the accident, which is a convenience store uniform. Based on your theory, considering the fact that she was 16 years old, you assumed that she was most likely a part-time worker of the convenience store where came from before the accident happened, according to your knowledge.

Soobin remains calm and stands very still as ever, but his sharp eyes can't hide the hurt that penetrates deep inside of him to the core. You noticed that very well, but you won’t take any risk of him being a betrayer to you and your family. There is nothing that you can do but to accuse and threaten him just a few seconds ago. And as if it’s not enough, you even questioned his status of loyalty towards you and your father.

“I know my place and understand your point of view regarding this matter, and you are disappointed that I failed to perform well in that task. Therefore, I am prepared to take your blame and did not hesitate to receive any punishment from you. However, when you are doubtful of my unconditional loyalty and undying support towards you, Chairman Yang, and the Young Group, I must say that I am deeply hurt and upset by your accusations and careless remarks.”

As if water is being splashed in your face, the realization of you going overboard with your accusations instantly came afterwards. It makes you look away from his eyes and cup your face out of embarrassment, and you are ashamed of yourself for being irrational and making an immature way of thinking just now.

“I’m sorry, Soobin, I- I don’t know what’s going on inside my mind, and I don't feel like myself at all ever since the news of the case reopening broke out.”

Your eyes almost teared up again, just like the moment when you saw the news had been covered everywhere and anywhere in the whole South Korea. With a stoic expression, you mustered up a little bit of courage to look at his eyes after what just happened.

“Also, I know I have said this before, but if there’s anyone that can downgrade you, that person can only be me. Not even my father can do that to you. Don’t you dare forget that even without the Choi’s connection with the Yang family, you too have so much power just like us, Consigliere Soobin.”

You smirk, seeing that his pupils dilated. Of course, it is surprising to Soobin that you knew about him being a consigliere of a Korean-Italian family, the Cassano especially their sole heir, Vincenzo Cassano who used to be his former boss, before he works for you and your family at the moment. You were trying to think of ways that can make your father, Chairman Yang, change his mind about assigning Soobin to work under you.

However, you found a shocking discovery about that fact of him. Thus, you stopped bothering your father about Soobin’s recruitment and agreed to take him as your secretary and right-hand man. That’s also why the Choi was desperate for the help from your family in order to conceals Soobin’s relation with the well-known mafia family considering the fact that your family has such influence and power over laws in the South Korea especially in the city of Seoul and Jeolla Province with 2 of its cities, Gwangju and Mokpo.

That’s why the Choi family and the Yang family go way back, be it in the matter of good days or bad days. Even so, the Choi did not state about that part of Soobin to any of your family members, including your father. That means only you know the secret that Soobin has been keeping all this time, and he had no idea that you knew about that until now.

“I do not just agree to have someone working for me for no reason, I must know every single damn thing about them first thing first. If you are that ordinary, you wouldn’t be here or survive from the first day you started working for me.”

Soobin nods his head, and you sense that he is acting a bit stiff and tense after you mentioned that you knew his secret. He is looking everywhere but you and let out an awkward cough to probably cover up the nerve-wrecking atmosphere to him at the very least.

“So my punishment is my secret being exposed to Chairman Yang isn’t it?”

He asked, finally looking at your face. You chuckled and twirled your office chair that you are seated on currently.

“No, why would I do that when it’s fun to mess around with you sometimes? I assure you that no one of my family members will ever know about this, I’ll give you my promise on that one. As for your punishment.. I will delay it first and let you know about that when I have decided what to do with you.”

You said as you picked up your YSL handbag. Soobin immediately fixes his blazer as part of his habit every time he sees you getting up from your office seat.

“Are you going somewhere? You don’t have any appointment for today, though.”

Your expression is unreadable to Soobin, and he feels uneasy knowing how you can act really impulsive and unpredictable sometimes.

“I’m meeting someone. I might have dinner as well. You don’t have to follow me because I will drive myself. Just make sure to try anything to get the victim’s background information. You must succeed no matter what. Use everything and anything that you have. Including your connection with Cassano.”

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Okay my first prompt for Victor!

➣ breaking down mid-hug because they needed this so much

Idk how this can be in not ooc I'm sorry but hear me out!! He said he doesn't like physical touch but I hc it's because he never got enough as a kid so he's unused to it, and people NEED touch fundamentally. So he must be so touch starved. So once he finally gets a warm loving hug from someone he cares about it's just so overwhelming.

Anyways if this is too ooc for you that's totally okay to not write this one, I will have more ofc!

I love this! He's definitely OOC, but since you gave me permission I'm going to run with it. Hope you enjoy! :)

Warnings: hints at child neglect/abandonment (Victor's parents), spoilers for Vicious and Vengeful, I made some things up about everyone

Word Count: 1.2k+ words

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Victor doesn't remember the last time he was hugged. He has no memory of his parents hugging or touching him, aside from the occasional hair ruffle before they left for what seemed like forever. Eventually, he stopped waiting for his parents to come back and found new ways of being comforted. His expensive nannies were too busy sitting alone as they read his parents' books or forcing him to study to show him any human affection or comfort. So, it has been years since Victor was hugged or touched without ill intent. Now, he convinces himself and others that he doesn't like touch, although he barely remembers what it was like.

Sydney watches Victor with furrowed brows as he runs his hand up and down his forearm. Mitch enters the room and pats her back on his way to the kitchen, but he only nods at Victor. It's a hard life that Sydney has found herself in; basic human needs must be met, whether on the run from EON or simply tracking down possible leads on what really happened to Eli. Touch is one of those needs.

"Victor, what was your life like? Before everything?" Sydney asks.

Mitch glances up from his drink, looking between Sydney and Victor before shaking his head. Sydney thinks it might be a warning but elects to ignore it.

"Everything meaning powers or Eli?" Victor clarifies, dragging a black marker across yesterday's Merit newspaper.

"All of it."

"Well," Victor begins, pausing as he scans the page for a word or letter, "not much different. My parents weren't around, they were always away writing a book or promoting a book. Interestingly enough, half of their parenting books were written while they were in the Mediterranean and I was at the house with a nanny. I never fit in anyway, so I guess being alone as a kid just prepared me for the rest of my life."

"What were the nannies like?"

"Over-payed and essentially worthless."

Victor begins dragging the marker again as Sydney looks at Mitch. He walks to her side and lays a hand on her shoulder.

"It's not very often that anyone gets the life they deserve, especially when it's up to others," Mitch says quietly.

"Why do you ask? Thinking about Serena again?" Victor asks.

"Yes, but I was just thinking about how different things are. Like, Serena used to hug me three times before bed. Once for my mom, then my dad, and then one from Serena. It was weird at first not to get hugs," Sydney explains.

Mitch's hand squeezes her shoulder twice before he turns away, letting Dol take his place as he climbs into the chair beside Sydney.

"Some researchers think you need four hugs a day just for survival. Personally, I think that is entirely dependent on the person. Some of us just don't like to be touched," Victor says, finally looking up at Sydney and Dol. "And what are dogs for?"

Sydney nods, wrapping an arm around Dol's neck as she lays back with him. Victor needs a hug, but it would probably hurt everyone involved if he did get one.

✯✯✯✯✯

"I don't know what you're talking about," Victor says, unflinching as a knife is pressed to his neck. "There's no kid with me. I'm just traveling before I start my new job."

"And what job might that be?" the man asks.

"Head of surgery. I'm a neurosurgeon. Not a dad, not a kidnapper, just a doctor. That's all I will ever be."

The knife falls away as Victor takes his chance to overload the man's central nervous system with pain, not even registering the small slice made by the sudden removal of the knife.

Victor exits the dirty warehouse, blinking in the bright sun before he hears Sydney yell his name. He's been gone for two days and has no idea how they found him with nothing but a missing trench coat to go on.

"What happened?" Sydney demands, panting as she slows to a stop, her warm breath fogging in the cold winter air.

"EON had some questions, but I got answers," Victor answers with a shrug.

"No, you're bleeding."

Victor raises his hand to his neck, following Sydney's pointer finger. He pulls his fingers away, shrugging at the sight of the blood.

"You scared me," Sydney says under her breath.

"I won't let anything happen to you, you know that."

"But you'll let something happen to yourself in order to keep that promise! I need you, Victor."

"No, you don't, Sydney."

Sydney watches Victor's arms move up slightly and seizes her opportunity. She slips her arms under his, pulling herself to his chest in a tight hug. Their warmth joins and makes the cold more bearable, even as Victor freezes. He doesn't move as his skin tingles and burns where Sydney's arms lay over his clothes. The symptoms of touch starvation are a list that Victor knows well, but while part of him wants to pry her off and tell her not to do that again, another part whispers that he needs this, that he needs Sydney, too.

Victor's arms raise slowly, moving around Sydney's back before dropping his head. She tightens her grip on him, and he closes his eyes. Mitch turns a corner, and when he sees them hugging, his eyes grow wide, and he stops to watch what happens next.

Victor shakes slightly in Sydney's hold, and she knows he needs a hug even more than she did.

"Thank you," he whispers, his head tilted toward hers.

"We need it," Sydney answers quietly.

Victor keeps his eyes closed as emotions he hasn't experienced in years threaten to reveal themselves. He can enjoy a hug or two without looking too soft or like an easy target, he decides. But crying and showing just how much he is falling apart would ruin that resolve.

"It's okay to need a hug, Vic," Sydney says, pulling him from his internal battle. "Sometimes Dol's hugs just aren't the same."

Victor nods, his skin less tingly and warmer now that he's getting used to the contact.

"You were right," Victor concedes, his eyes watery as he sniffs. "But it's cold," he deflects (lies), "so we should get going."

Sydney squeezes him once more, her own version of a promise to make up for all the hugs they've missed out on. Victor blinks several times before ensuring his facial expression is blended between unreadable and impassive. He steps back at the same time as Sydney, their arms falling to their sides as the cold seeps through their coats again.

"Ready to go?" Mitch calls, stepping into view.

"Yep. Dol needs food while we're out," Sydney answers, skipping toward the car.

When Victor reaches Mitch, he sees the playful glint in his eyes.

"Is it my turn for a hug?" Mitch teases.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Victor responds. "Let's see if I ever recover from that one. Then we can talk."

"You mean, 'then we can hug.'"

Victor sighs, shaking his head as his hands clench into fists by his sides. Sydney was right; Victor does need hugs, even if they overwhelm him to the point he can't think straight. Mitch, however, might crush him if given the chance.

As if Mitch reads his mind, he says, "I promise to be gentle. You'd be a little too easy to kill with a strong grip."

"I'd like to see you try," Victor retorts.

Mitch smiles just as Victor realizes it sounds like an invitation. He rushes to the car and tells Sydney to trade seats and sit by Mitch. The appeal of touch is growing on Victor, but not at the risk of broken ribs.

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Yours to Tame--Ch. 6

A/N: Please be careful, my loves. There’s some heavy stuff mentioned in this one. Trigger warning: past abuse.

Chapter 6: After Rampage

           My stomach dropped and twisted as the scent of vomit wafted up from the trashcan between my knees. Every beat of my heart shoved pain through my whole body. The back of my head throbbed. My hair felt sticky.

           “Hey,” a voice said right by my ear. I wanted to turn toward it, but just the thought of moving made me heave. “Did you hit your head in the ring?”

           The more the voice spoke, the more I began to recognize it. Bryan Danielson moved into my peripheral vision, crouching beside me. His rough hand rested gently on my knee.

           Another wave of nausea rushed through me. My jaw clenched. I swallowed hard. “Yeah,” I mumbled, doing my best to keep my mouth shut. The lie burned more than the vomit in my throat.

           Bryan twisted, yelling over his shoulder. “Somebody get medical. Now!”

           The volume vibrated through my head.

           I squeezed my eyes shut.

           I hurled into the trash.

***

           Bryan’s blood practically boiled with rage. He knew for a fact that Morgan hadn’t hurt herself in the ring. Deeb was as safe as they came. In all the years he’d known Serena Deeb—as a trainer and performer—no one had been injured working with her. Not even a bruise that was out of the ordinary for a wrestler. The fact that Morgan lied about how it happened made Bryan both sick and desperate to commit murder.

           “Knox,” he whispered, “I was watching your match.”

           He felt her tense up. Her face went pale white. Sweat stuck out on Morgan’s brow. He watched her jaw clench as she tried to stop herself from throwing up again.

           “Don’t,” she mumbled through her teeth. “Don’t push it. Please.”

           “Bullshit don’t push it,” Bryan responded. His voice came out far louder and rougher than he intended. She winced, the sound clearly hurting her ears.

           He dropped his tone to a whisper. “Serena Deeb has never hurt anyone in the ring. Ever.”

           Morgan sucked in a deep breath through her nose. “I fucked up.”

           Bryan shook his head. “I was watching, Morgan. The whole thing.” He paused, giving her time to make sense of what he meant. He knew well from experience that a concussion made everything fuzzy and hard to focus. “I should have stopped you from even going out there. I should have had Tony say something.”

           The sound of medical—it had taken them long enough—rushing over cut off anything more either of them might have said.

***

           When medical showed up, the only thing running through my head was that Sammy was going to be pissed. Like I was definitely going to be wrestling hurt next week kind of pissed. Need to do my own makeup kind of pissed. Taped up in different gear kind of pissed.

           I could sense Bryan still standing nearby as one of the trainers looked me over. Bryan held out his hand to her, showing sticky blood drying his fingers. He pointed to the back of my head. She shone a light into my eyes.

           All Hell broke loose.

           Someone held a pack of gauze against the back of my head. I hissed as the pain nearly made me pass out. A bag got thrust under my chin right before I vomited. They strapped me into a neck brace, moved me tentatively to a backboard.

           Behind me, just out of view, someone barked, “You know goddamn well you shouldn’t have moved her, Danielson! You should have gotten Sampson immediately.”

           I jostled with every step the trainers took, sucking in one deep breath after another to try to keep conscious. The pain ran like lightning from my head down my spine, through every nerve in my entire body. The world was blurred around the edges. My eyes fluttered and rolled back.

***

           Bryan watched the trainers wheel Morgan away, a sick feeling settling deep in his guts. He took a few steps forward as if he intended on following them, but stopped before he’d gotten very far. After all, it was already going to be difficult to explain why he’d come running out to ringside when her match ended. Providing a reason for him to follow her to the hospital would be next to impossible.

           “What the actual fuck!”

           He whipped his head around just in time to see Anna Jay sprinting toward the retreating cluster of medical personnel. It looked like she’d thrown a hoodie on over her gear and ran out of the locker room at breakneck speed.

           She pivoted on her right foot, turning to face him. She kept running smoothly backward as she pointed an angry finger at him. “You’re going to explain yourself, buddy.”

***

           The next time I opened my eyes, I was practically blinded by the obnoxiously bright overhead lights. My head was splitting open. For a moment, it felt like I was about to pass out again.

           “Oh, no you don’t.” Anna’s voice cut through the fog, jostling me awake. “Look alive, Knox.”

           I blinked over and over again. “Turn off the fucking lights,” I whined.

           She laughed. I knew the sound of it. Relief. Hearing it threw me for a loop. It took a moment for me to catch my breath. Instead, I squeezed my eyes shut and listened as she walked across the room to turn off the overhead lights. I felt the dimness as it settled over me.

           “So,” Anna said as she took up residence in the chair beside my bed. The legs squeaked against the linoleum floor, screeching out the sound of nails on a chalkboard. “What happened?”

           I drew in a deep breath as I braced for the nausea that I was certain would creep over me any moment. When it didn’t come, I realized they’d given me something. Something to reduce the throbbing of my brain behind my eyes and the steady crawl of vomit up my throat. I was grateful.

           “I fucked up and hit my head in the ring.”

           It was the same lie I’d told Bryan Danielson. We barely knew each other and he didn’t believe me. Anna and I had been friends for years. I don’t know why I’d even bothered.

           “Okay,” she replied, drawing out the word until I thought she’d never stop. “Now tell me what really happened.”

           Despite the anti-nausea medication, my stomach turned upside down. I was sure I was going to puke everywhere.

           “You know what happened,” I whispered as shame burned like acid through my veins. I wanted to crawl into a ball, to hide and never come back out again.

           Anna’s fingers wrapped around mine and squeezed gently. There was a deep, quiet sort of strength in her grip that pulled me toward a feeling of safety. I tried to gather strength from her, taking my time to draw one breath after another until I felt the nausea start to roll away.

           The edge of the bed dipped beneath her weight as she perched near my hip. “Come stay with me. Morgan… he’s going to kill you. You know he could. He will.”

           I swallowed hard, clenching my teeth so hard that I was sure they would crack. Forcing my eyes closed, I turned my head away from her. Everything in me screamed that she was right. That I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Sammy Guevara could kill me—whether he wanted to or not.

***

           Bryan stood in Dusty and stared down the hallway toward where they’d taken Morgan for what felt like hours. He stayed there until the sound of squeaking gurney wheels and hushed, anxious voices faded away. The echo of emergency sirens had long since disappeared into quiet.

           “Hey, Bry!” The voice reverberated along the concrete walls, bouncing back to thunder against his ears. Snapping fingers appeared in his vision. When he finally got control of his own thoughts, he blinked and looked toward the owner of the fingers.

           “Are you going to stand there while they break down the set around you?” Moxley asked, sarcasm lacing his words. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

           Bryan took a breath, feeling it burn down his throat and push his lungs against his ribs with agonizing pressure. “They took Knox to the hospital.”

           “Oh, shit.”

           Without another word, Moxley hooked his arm around Bryan’s neck and steered him firmly down the corridor toward the locker room they shared. He slammed the door behind them in the hope that it would startle Bryan out of the stupor he had fallen into. Instead, he just stood there staring at the wall with unfocused eyes.

           Moxley snapped his fingers in front of his friend’s face. “Hey! Focus!” When snapping didn’t work, he hauled off and gave Bryan a pair of open-handed shots across either side of his jaw. “Goddamnit, get a grip.”

           Bryan barely registered the shots to the face, but his eyes finally met Moxley’s. They cleared just enough. “I shouldn’t have let her go out there. I watched her walk out there and knew she wasn’t right.”

           “Huh?”

           “She was stumbling. I knew something looked off when she went up the steps. I should have stopped her.”

           Moxley shoved him back onto a chair and crouched in front of him. “First, that’s not your job. Second, what happened?”

           Sucking in a breath, Bryan put his head in his hands. “Morgan had blood on the back of her head. She was stumbling, eyes unfocused. She had a concussion before she ever went out there to get in the ring.” His jaw bunched as he clenched his teeth. “It was fresh blood, Mox. Not like it had come from the match with Deeb. I watched that match and she didn’t hit her head. But earlier…”

           “Spit it out, Danielson.”

           “I heard Sammy screaming at her. I’d swear that I heard her hit the wall. He shoved her against it,” Bryan said quietly. “He did something to her, Mox. He hurt her.”

           Moxley glared at Bryan even though he was practically looking right through him.

***

           For a moment, Moxley felt as if he were going to vomit. He already hated Guevara on principle, but it seemed like he had a new sort of disgust and rage building inside him. The thought of Sammy’s smug face made him want to punch through the wall.

           “I’m going to rip his spine out through his dick,” he snarled.

           That was enough to make Bryan grin just a little. “I’ll hold him down.”

***

           I drifted in and out of consciousness. The lights flickered on and off as nurses took my vitals and replaced my IVs. Every time I woke up enough to process anything, I could only register the pain that sliced through my head with every heartbeat. At the slightest sound of discomfort, Anna practically jumped up from the chair by my bed. She’d taken up residence there, curled up under a hospital-issue blanket still in her gear from the show.

           A thundering sound broke the quiet. I jerked up, my head spinning so hard that I had to hold onto the bed railing to keep from puking or passing out or both. The door slammed against the wall. Light from the hallway spilled into the room, framing Sammy’s form in the doorway.

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August: Chapter 15

( ao3 | ff )

Previous Chapters: [link]

Summary: The four friends play the classic game Two Truths and a Lie.

Pairing: Chuck x Blair

Word Count: 4k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: None

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After the always easy and pleasant chat with his stepsister, Chuck retreated to one of the yacht’s cabins, making sure to grab the forgotten bottle left on the counter. 

He knew they should not have left his bedroom that morning. It had clearly been a mistake. Facing their friends also meant facing reality—his reality, the one he was desperate to push aside. Nevertheless, holding on to false hopes would only set the stage for a deeper fall later, so maybe it was for the best. For Serena to set the record straight. For Chuck to face the music.

As the scotch flowed and another bottle emptied, he found himself sprawled on the wobbly bed with no intention of rejoining his friends. The room spun around him. Was the bed moving, or was it just his head? 

He lost track of what time it was. Time slipped through his fingers like grains of sand, each moment blending into the next. 

Chuck picked up the bottle, eager for more, but not a drop came out. He got up and rummaged through the cabinets—nothing. Nate would need to restock for the next time. Would there be a next time? He fumbled in his pockets for a cigarette, but in swim trunks, luck wasn’t on his side. He just wanted a break from it all.

Why was he such a coward?

Unable to bear it any longer, he ventured out in search of more alcohol. But his attempt was thwarted when Serena intercepted him after only two steps. “Here you are. I’ve let you wallow in self-pity long enough.”

“Certainly not long enough.”

She looped her arm through his, forcing him back into the sunlight. “Stop running away.”

“Look who’s talking,” he remarked. His head was about to explode. “You’re insufferable.”  

Chuck struggled to break free, but Serena held firm.

“What do you want?” Chuck growled.

“Just want you to come with me.”

“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m going anywhere, especially with you.”

“No other choice, Chuck.” 

“Read the room.”

“I’ve read the room, redecorated it, and thrown a party in it. You’re the one who needs a reality check.”

Chuck rolled his eyes. 

They approached Blair, who was stretched out on her stomach in one of the sun loungers, basking in the sun, her head resting on her forearms. The sunlight, like a masterful artist, painted delicate strokes of warmth and radiance on her silhouette, blending with the remaining water droplets. Serena cleared her throat to get his attention, and he quickly looked away, having obviously been staring at Blair for quite some time. His stepsister wore a know-it-all grin, clearly amused by Chuck’s momentary loss of composure.

“Chuck,” Blair called out.

“What?” Chuck replied automatically.

“Can you help me here?” she asked, holding out the sunscreen lotion. “I can’t reach, and the prospect of an unsightly sunburn is absolutely beneath me.”

How subtle.

Serena elbowed him, the infuriating grin refusing to fade. 

“Do it yourself,” Chuck said.

Blair shifted her position and sat down, her initial smile replaced by a look of surprise. He wanted nothing more than to touch her, to savor the incredible sensations that arose every time they were together. Yet, perhaps what they all needed was a glimpse of the real Chuck, to shatter the illusion that he was the one capable of fulfilling Blair’s happiness. The one with feelings. The one someone might have feelings for.  

His stepsister huffed in exasperation at his side. 

Without another word, Blair began to apply sunscreen to her body and face, and Chuck crossed his arms, refusing to give in. 

“You’re stupid,” Serena commented.

Yes, he was. And what could she or anyone else do about it? Nothing. Fueled by sheer defiance and stubbornness, he wasn’t going to yield; that was final.

As Blair finished applying the cream to every reachable spot, she sought Nate’s assistance for her back. Nate, who was lying nearby, did as she said. The rhythmic, steady motion of his hands up and down Blair’s back triggered in Chuck the all-too-familiar feeling of being trapped in a joyless, hopeless pit. It was a routine he knew well. 

Wasn’t this what he wanted, for everything to go back to the way it was? 

“Guys!” Serena called out for Nate and Blair. “How about we spice things up with a drinking game?”

Though Blair seemed skeptical, Nate shared a quiet word that instantly brought a smile to her face. She nodded in agreement, focusing her attention back to Serena. Meanwhile, Chuck started to turn away. Why had he let Serena drag him along in the first place?

“The four of us,” Serena insisted, gripping Chuck’s arm tightly once again. “You included.”

She pulled at it, bouncing up and down. “Come on. Drinking games are just so much fun!”

Chuck resisted. “No. They are not. If I want to drink, I drink. I don’t need some stupid, juvenile game to do it.”

“Don’t be a killjoy.”

“Come on, Chuck,” Nate chimed in. “It’s just a bit of fun. Loosen up a little.” 

His best friend got closer, giving Chuck a reassuring pat on the back as they stood shoulder to shoulder. Trapped between Nate’s easygoing nature and Serena’s exhausting energy, Chuck was itching to escape. The muscles in his back tightened. 

“Cut the drama. ‘Yes’ will do just fine,” Blair said.

“Fine,” Chuck sighed, relenting. 

Serena grinned triumphantly, “It’s going to be amazing; you’ll see.”

“I doubt it,” he muttered between his teeth. 

While Nate sauntered off to plug in one of his predictable, boring playlists, Serena, Chuck, and Blair took care of the drinks. They made their way back to the bar area, where Chuck retrieved a set of shot glasses from one of the cabinets. Holding the glasses in one hand with practiced ease, he arranged them neatly on the table. 

As he straightened up, an unexpected touch on his left arm startled him, causing an instinctive and abrupt flinch.

“Are you okay?” Blair asked. 

“I’m fine,” Chuck replied, subtly pulling away. Blair, registering his reaction, furrowed her brow in mild concern.

The first soulful notes of ‘Where Does the Good Go’ echoed through the yacht. Nate adjusted the volume to a sweet spot, making sure the music didn’t overpower the sound of their voices.  

“What do you want, gin or vodka?” Serena asked, holding out the two bottles.

“Just kill me.” 

“Gin it is.” 

Serena set to work, swiftly adding gin, fresh lime juice, and a touch of sugar to help cut through the acidity of the lime into a cocktail shaker, along with some ice. With focused determination, she shook the mixture for a couple of minutes. Once everything was ready, she expertly poured the crafted blend into the waiting shot glasses.

The zesty aroma of lime and the distinct notes of gin filled the air. 

Without a moment’s hesitation, Chuck downed the entire contents of the glass.

“Easy there, Chuck,” Nate said, sitting at the table. “Shouldn’t we wait for the game to start?”

“Says who?”

“Well, I doubt your girl will appreciate finding you practically comatose when she arrives shortly. You won’t be at the top of your game, dude.”

Chuck laughed darkly. Nate really underestimated how many glasses, or rather bottles, it would take to put him into a near coma.

“Nathaniel, you worry too much. There isn’t a woman on this planet who has left unsatisfied, especially this one. You have no idea of the heights I can reach with her, even with a drink or two down. Trust me.”

“Can we play?” Blair said curtly. 

Immediately, they shut up. Then, all eyes turned to Serena.

“Okay… Picture this: I once jet-set across three different continents in one summer. My middle name is Celia. And believe it or not, I’m an extraordinary cook. Which one is the lie?”

Ah, the classic Two Truths and a Lie game. 

The rules were simple. Each person would tell two true statements and a false one about themselves, and the others would have to guess which one was the lie. Whoever failed, drank. 

“S, it’s common knowledge that you can’t cook to save your life. Bottoms up.”  

“What’s the fun in that? We already know each other,” Nate questioned. 

“Oh, you could be surprised,” Chuck dared. 

So, this was his stepsister’s idea of fun. If she wanted fun, Chuck would do fun. 

“Your turn, B.”

“Hmm… I have a collection of over a hundred headbands…”

“That’s totally true,” Serena cut in. “Give us a real challenge.”

“Shhh! Let me think for a second. Okay, Nate was my first boyfriend, and there was this one time I ended up skinny-dipping.”

“Well, of course I was your first boyfriend,” Nate claimed.

Chuck leaned his elbows on the table. “Are you sure about that?”

“Obviously,” he replied. “The other one… You’ve never been skinny-dipping before, have you? It’s not really your style. So, that must be the lie.”

Ah, but she had. God knew she had. Chuck had dared her to do it a year before, and she had done it. It had been quite a sight. As for Nate, he wasn’t her first boyfriend. It had been Pete, a year older than her. It only lasted two days. Blair couldn’t stand that he ate with his mouth open.

“Is that your final answer?” Blair asked, and Nate nodded. “Serena?” 

“I’m with Nate on this one. The idea of you swimming naked is just too out there, and he’s undoubtedly your first boyfriend.”

Blair was about to order them all to drink, but Chuck beat her to it. “Not so fast, Waldorf. Nate wasn’t your first boyfriend. That one is a lie.” 

And she emptied her shot. 

“What?” Nate exclaimed, confused.  

Chuck spun the shot glass on the table. One way and the other. “Upset that you weren’t her first?”

Nate and Serena drank, too, and Chuck graciously refilled their glasses.   

“Go, Archibald.”

“I’m an amazing basketball player,” he began. Well, that was absolutely true. “When I was in Tokyo, I managed to get lost on the very first day.” Chuck tried not to laugh. Lost on the first day? Absolutely. In Tokyo? Hell, no. “And I can run a mile in under ten minutes.” Nate finished, and that, too, was true. 

Easy. Way too easy.

“A real show-off,” Serena teased. “You’re definitely a baller on the court…” 

Nate smiled at Serena’s remark. 

“The running one also has to be true,” she continued. “That leaves Tokyo… I don’t think you have ever been to Tokyo. Has he, Blair?”

“Absolutely not. That happened during our trip to Rome. We intended to visit the Spanish Steps and somehow ended up in this shady northern district. Spare me the memories, please.” 

Chuck rolled his eyes. 

“Shit. Let me try again,” Nate said after finishing his shot.

“It’s Chuck’s turn.”

“Okay, ladies. Let’s make this interesting,” Chuck rubbed his hands together, a sly smirk gracing his face. “I’ve engaged in some intimate activities wearing nothing but a scarf. I’ve been with three different girls in one night. And, oh, I happen to play the piano.” 

“You don’t play the piano,” Serena inquired.

“He does,” Blair said quietly. 

“Then, aren’t they all true?” his stepsister pondered, but Chuck just shrugged his shoulders. 

“Take a guess.”

“Thanks to Blair’s knowledge, you play the piano. Did you fuck a girl only wearing a scarf? You’re gross and disgusting, so more than likely. Also, the whole ‘three girls in one night’ scenario is very Chuck Bass-like. Nate?” 

“The scarf thing.”

“Waldorf, anything to say?”

“No.”

“Well, drink it up. It wasn’t three girls; it was four.”

Blair looked to the other side, avoiding his gaze, and Chuck knew he shouldn’t be going down this road. But it was better this way. It was better for them. For her. 

“My turn,” Serena announced. “When I was little, I had a dog, and Lily threw a fit—it was either the dog or her. I have never been in love. And then, there was this one time I rocked the redhead look.”

“Spice things up sister. I’m sure you have lots of dirty stories to tell.”

“Shut up.” 

“Come on, try again. You’ve never been a redhead.”

Serena emptied her shot but remained silent.

“No? Allow me,” Chuck persisted. “I fucked someone from Brooklyn. Woke up not even remembering my own name after a brutal three-day bender. I’m an excellent liar. Which one is the lie for Serena van der Woodsen?”

“Are you doing this for me or yourself?” Serena’s words were a bit slurred. “Because you also meet all the criteria. Tick every box.”

“Guys, guys. Come on,” Nate intervened. “Blair, it’s your turn.” 

“Let’s go, Waldorf. Now share your dirty little secret.”

Blair gave him a scathing look. “My first date ever was at the park feeding the ducks. My favorite movie is ‘Roman Holiday’.” 

He didn’t want to pat himself on the back, but he knew her like the palm of his hand. Was there anything that Blair Waldorf could say to truly surprise him? Doubtful. 

“And I have never, ever had an orgasm.” 

Wait. What. 

“Was our first date at the park feeding the ducks?” Nate asked. “I don’t remember.”

“Aren’t you boyfriend of the fucking year, Nathaniel?” Chuck remarked, downing his glass. Like he said, he didn’t need this absurd game to drink. Also, his mouth felt parched. “There are two lies there, Waldorf.”

“One is ‘Roman Holiday’,” Serena said. “We all know about your ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ obsession, B. I swear, you’ve made us watch that movie more times than we can remember. So… Hmm, what’s the other one?” Serena turned her head to Chuck. “There was that time when she couldn’t shut up about that adorable date with Nate, you know, feeding the ducks. That’s definitely true. Which means…”

Her expression changed as realization dawned. “Wait, Chuck, how do you even know she’s had an orgasm?”

They had been lying in bed, fully clothed, lost in a marathon of kisses that had seemed to last for hours. The intensity had never waned. With each passing minute, Blair had become more dominant, the air thick with tension, and every thrust of their bodies had elicited soft, involuntary moans. One of his hands had traced a provocative path down her chest, his thumb lingering along the curve of her breast. A subtle interplay of hips, a touch of friction, and it was over.

Blair traced her finger along the rim of her glass. “Right, how do you know?” 

“Do you want me to tell you?” Chuck suggested.

It was impossible that she had faked it. Wasn’t it? 

“Go ahead, it won’t make it any less true.”

Blair and Chuck locked eyes, and in that suspended moment, time seemed to stretch. The fire behind her eyes started to sizzle. He didn’t turn away, and neither did she.

What if she actually had?

“What is going on here?” Nate asked. 

Chuck ignored Nate and signaled towards Blair’s glass. “That’s not your favorite movie, so drink.” 

“Okay, Nate, hit us,” Serena said. 

“First kiss was with Blair…”

For fuck’s sake. When did this turn into a nostalgic trip down memory lane? Did they not know how to share something about themselves without dragging the other into it? Blair this, Nate that. We were each other’s first kiss, first real relationship, first date, first everything. Everyone knew. They had lived through it all, from the first minute to the last. Unfortunately so.

Nate persisted. “I have only had one girlfriend.”

Chuck clenched his jaw and downed another shot. 

“And I have never ever worn jewelry.” 

He preferred not to comment. 

“Oh, this one is a no-brainer, Archibald,” Blair chimed in. “I don’t know if you’ve worn any jewelry since then, but you’ve at least worn the pin I sewed onto your green round-neck sweater. I stitched it there, so you’d always have my heart on your sleeve.” 

“Oh,” Nate opened his mouth, and Serena laughed, irritating Chuck. “I definitely don’t know how to play this game.” 

“That’s abundantly clear,” Chuck deadpanned, his tone as dry as the finest martini.

“Well, it’s my turn now,” he said. “How should I kick off this riveting tale? Ah, yes, that’s right. I was with someone to keep my family from going bankrupt.”

Nate’s expression changed from confusion to sheer disbelief. “What the hell, man?” he blurted out.

“Are you offended by something you did?”

“That’s not funny.”

“It is pretty funny.”

“Chuck…” Blair tried to interject. 

Brushing off Blair’s attempt to intervene, Chuck plunged into the next revelation, each word dripping with sarcasm. “Let’s move on to the second one. It’s also hilarious. I’ve never stooped so low as to ask my best friend to plan a romantic night for my girlfriend because, frankly, I couldn’t care less about her.”

Blair’s breath caught in her throat. “What?” she gasped, her eyes darting between Chuck and the others.

“Enough, Chuck,” Serena said. 

“When did you?” Blair pressed. “How?” 

But Chuck wasn’t finished. “Last but certainly not least. Dear old Dad wishes I was dead.”

Serena emptied her shot, attempting to wash away the discomfort with alcohol, while Nate mechanically followed suit. The once lively game had disintegrated into a sobering moment of truth. 

“Oh, I almost forgot the cherry on top. I called my girlfriend by her best friend’s name when we were... you know, trying to fuck, which we didn’t end up doing. For obvious reasons.”

With that, Chuck abruptly rose from his seat and left.

Chuck stepped into one of the cabins, closing the door behind him with a muffled thud. His breath came in heavy, and his pulse pounded through his veins like a drumbeat. Seeking support, he leaned against the door’s solid frame, shutting his eyes in an attempt to find solace in the darkness behind his eyelids. He had screwed up, big time. 

Fantastic.

Fucking Serena.

He knew it was pointless to blame anyone but himself, yet he needed an outlet, and Serena had become the inadvertent catalyst for his tumultuous emotions.

In the silence that followed, as his heart rate began to settle, Chuck made his way to the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the room as he turned on the faucet. Cupping his hands, he let cool water cascade over his face, hoping for a moment of clarity and sanity. The refreshing sensation offered only a brief reprieve from the mental chaos, but it was enough to provide a temporary escape.

He dried his face and hands with a white cotton towel and left it carelessly strewn on the sink. At that moment, the cabin door opened and closed with a clang. It didn’t require a genius to figure out who it was. Blair. She stood with her arms crossed and a furrowed brow.

“What is wrong with you?” Her words cut through the air, leaving him no room to collect his thoughts.

“Nothing,” he replied weakly.

The weight of his jealousy and the consequences of his words hung like a thick fog between them.

“That was not nothing. Talk.”

“No.” 

“What happened for you to start acting like a complete jerk when everything was going so great?”

“That’s what I am.” 

“What?” 

“What you heard,” he said, a bitter edge to his voice. “That’s me and you need to stop pretending I’m this misunderstood guy who can be saved and not a fucking lost cause.” 

“You’re not a fucking lost cause, Chuck.” 

“I am.” He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Open your damn eyes. You know it as well as I do. No reason to keep up the charade any longer, right? You’ve had your fun and got what you wanted in the end.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You tell me.”

“You’re really starting to piss me off.”

“Great.”

“If you’re insinuating something, spell it out. I don’t have time for your games.”

“Well, darling, the door is right there. You can go back and reminisce about all the good times you had with your boyfriend. Don’t act all surprised when reality hits you once more, and you realize it’s not the fairy tale you were hoping for.”

“Are you on something?”

“I wish I was,” Chuck said. “And now that we’re at it. Drop the wedding date, and I’ll dust off the suit I’ve had reserved for a decade. Got to be prepared for the grand affair, you know?”

He tried to walk past her, but she blocked the door. “Move. Let me go out.” 

He could easily remove her, but Chuck couldn’t bring himself to touch her. The mere thought of it threatened to crumble his resolve like a fragile house of cards. 

“No,” Blair remained defiant. 

“Everything has been said and done,” he declared coldly. “This, whatever it was, ended before it even began. You must be so relieved. Now you can go back to what was always meant to be.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot who let himself get tangled up in your web.” 

“That’s what you think of us?”

“There is no us.” 

“There was,” Blair insisted. “There is.” 

“Stop deluding yourself, Waldorf. You got what you wanted. Now, do us both a favor and let me lick my wounds in peace.”

“Stop! Just stop. We were playing a game.” 

“We were, right from the start.” 

“I don’t believe you. I know what you’re doing, and you need to stop.” 

“And what am I doing?”

“Messing everything up because you’re too scared to let yourself feel,” she said. “Trying to find excuses so you can run away from this.”

“I don’t feel anything.”

“So if I touch you, you won’t feel a thing.”

“That’s right.” 

Blair inched closer and Chuck instinctively took a step back, determined to maintain the fragile distance she sought to dissolve. Her fingers delicately intertwined with his, tracing his thumb with hers, and he couldn’t help but close his eyes. Once again, his heart quickened its pace, dancing to a rhythm only she could compose.

She continued her exploration, tracing a path up his arms, circling his neck as she rose to her tiptoes, and he fought back a smile. Self-control was crucial; he had to endure this ephemeral moment to liberate himself. Yet, Blair felt undeniably intoxicating. His father’s words, along with his own, echoed in his mind.

“Why did they fail, dad?” a younger Chuck asked, his wide eyes reflecting curiosity and innocence. 

Bart looked at Chuck with a stern expression. “Because they can’t get rid of their emotions, Charles. That’s what makes them weak—the ultimate flaw in human nature.” 

“Come back,” Blair whispered.

“I can’t,” Chuck said. “Let me go.” 

Despite his words, he made no move to distance himself from her. His head battled relentlessly with his heart while his body stubbornly refused to comply. 

“The only one I want is you,” Blair said. 

With that, she kissed him, and the delicate touch of her lips against his quelled the internal conflict. In that moment, nothing else mattered. They melted into each other, a feverish dance that blurred the line where one started and the other one ended. What began as tenderness became an insatiable hunger. The previous tension burst like a dam giving way, and Chuck poured every ounce of himself into the kiss. He shut down his brain, as he had so many times before, consumed by the intoxicating drug that was Blair Waldorf. 

His hands fervently circled her waist, pulling her closer, evoking a sultry moan against his lips. He squeezed his eyes shut, surrendering to the overwhelming desire coursing through him like an unrelenting current. Her hand on his jaw assumed control of the kiss. 

“You know what?” Chuck gasped. “You lost.”

Blair laughed into the kiss. “Shut up.” 

He kissed her harder. 

The door opened for a second time, yet neither of them could bring themselves to let go of the other.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Nate seethed. 

Blair’s hands slid from Chuck’s jaw to his chest, her mouth hanging open. Nate stood at the door, Serena holding his arm. 

“I can’t believe you’re such a piece of shit, Chuck.”

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Puppy Pile - Epilogue

Casa Werewolf Series #11

Chapters 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Summary: It's the first full moon you've gone out to hunt since giving birth Warnings: breastfeeding and pumping, mention of pregnancy, hunting animals for food as werewolves, brief discussion of bodily functions, mild gore, sexual desire between human and werewolf, chapter perspectives split in half between Reader and Javi Words: 2.5k A/N: We've reached the end of the story with Reader, Javi and the triplets. Many thanks to everyone who read, commented and encouraged me over the last few months! It's because of you that we made it to this final chapter 🥰🥰🥰

“Line them up by the sofa,” Javi tells Placido as they enter the safe house. Each man is holding two baby carriers, which they set down on the floor by the couch.

The four-month-old quadruplets are napping, having been lulled to sleep by the motion of the car.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay and help out while the missus takes the kiddos hunting?” Placido asks.

“I’ll be fine, but thanks.”

It’s the first full moon since the babies’ birth that you’re going to take Tallulah, Bo and Astrid hunting, which will leave Javi to tend them on his own. However, he’s taken care of all seven kids by himself before, so he’s confident in his ability to handle the little Wolf pups.

The front door opens again and Bo bounds in, carrying a couple of grocery bags as he sings a made-up song about snacks.

Placido heads out the door to help unload the rest of the supplies for the next three days.

Javi’s distracted by one of the two boys, Esteban, fussing softly and gently rocks the carrier with his foot until the baby quiets. He’s hoping to keep them all sleepy until everyone’s settled and they can be fed all at once.

Tallulah enters with the diaper bag and makes a beeline for the babies. She sets it down nearby before crouching in front of them. “Are they gonna be okay not having Mama to nurse them?” she asks worriedly. “They eat more often when they’re puppies.”

Smiling, Javi strokes her hair. “Mama’s made up lots of bottles, so they won’t run out of milk.”

She nods, reassured.

“Do you want to go help unload more things or rock them if they get fussy?” he asks.

“Rock them,” she beams.

He bends over to kiss her cheek before going out to the driveway.

You’re still sitting in the passenger’s seat of the SUV with the door open, fiddling with the wireless breast pumps in your bra.

“Is the one still being weird?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “I’m tired of trying to figure out what’s wrong with it, so I think I’ll switch to the other ones next session.”

Javi holds out his hand to help you out of the car. You smile adoringly at him before giving him a kiss. “I’m excited to be back here.”

“It’ll be good for you to run free.”

“Is that too big?” Placido’s voice asks from the back of the vehicle.

“I can see,” Astrid says, appearing with a duffle bag in her arms. It’s debatable if that’s true, but she confidently walks towards the house.

Even though she’s still small for an almost ten-year-old, she’s gained a lot of confidence in the last year at the private school and it’s showing in all aspects of her life. Except maybe the adjustment of no longer being the littlest. But her insecurity is slowly waining as you and Javi show her that she’s loved just as much as she always has been.

After the remaining baby gear is hauled in, you give Placido a tight hug. “Thank you for you help.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he smiles. “I’m only a call away.”

Javi clasps his head of security’s hand before seeing him out the door.

The older children are seated by the baby carriers. Bo’s finger has been taken captive by Serena, who gnaws on it. He uses his other hand to stroke her hair gently. Tallulah is rocking Cesar and Esteban while they continue to sleep. Astrid tucks the blanket better around Rosa.

You lean against Javi and he slips his arm around you as the two of you watch your kids in blissful silence for a moment. He still can’t believe this is his life. That you’re his wife, that these are his kids.

Last year, instead of just moving in together, the two of you decided to elope. Barely a second later, you were pregnant. Javi's also in the process of getting the triplets Spanish citizenship so he can formally adopt them.

He’s brought out of his revelry when Serena gets tired of Bo’s finger and begins to whimper in a way that indicates a wail for food is imminent.

“You can use the fresh milk for two bottles,” you say, stepping into the kitchen to detach your pumps and prepare the bottles.

Javi quickly gets Serena out of her carrier as she begins to scream. He bounces her lightly and asks over the noise, “Do you have any homework to do before the moon rises?”

“I’ve got reading,” Bo sighs. “And math.”

“Me, too,” Tallulah says.

Astrid, a school year behind them, shakes her head. “Can I feed a baby?”

“Of course,” Javi smiles. “You can feed one that Mama won’t be nursing. I think that’s Cesar and Rosa.” You alternate which babies you breastfeed.

“Cesar,” she decides. “He farts less than Rosa.”

Soon, the oldest two are seated at the dining room table, doing their homework, and Astrid is snuggled between you and Javi while the babies are fed.

“I was thinking,” you begin, “about transforming a little early and going to hunt for myself first.”

Javi looks at you in surprise. You’ve never fed yourself first on a full moon.

Gaze on Serena and Esteban at your breasts, you continue, “I’m so hungry with feeding all these babies. I’ll do better the rest of the night if I’m full.”

He reaches over with his free hand to squeeze your knee, smiling at you proudly. “You shift as early as you want.”

You smile back, his encouragement helping you relax into the idea of taking care of yourself before anyone else.

“Are we still gonna go after hares?” Astrid asks excitedly.

“If we can find one, then yes,” you grin. “Remember, to catch something that fast, you’ll need to work as a team.”

The three siblings lock determined eyes with each other, silently forming their plan in a way only people who share a womb are capable of.

Once the babies have been fed and burped, you and Javi carry them upstairs. After laying them on the bed, you two undress them.

“Ready?” you ask, removing your own clothes.

“Yes.”

You shift into your Wolf form, which triggers the transformation of the babies into Wolves so tiny that he can hold them in one hand.

At this age, when werewolves are too young to do anything for themselves, their transformations are linked to their parents’. Once they begin to grow up and individuate themselves, around toddlerhood, you will no longer be like the moon to them and they’ll learn to regulate their own shifts.

There’s no doubt that will be a time of true insanity in the Gutierrez household.

You lean over the bed to lick each one of the pups, who are milk drunk and half-asleep. Then, you nudge them together into a pile before licking them all over again.

“They’ll be just fine,” Javi soothes, sensing your reluctance to leave.

With a heavy sigh and a slow nod, you back away from the bed.

“Have fun, mi luz!” he grins, pressing a kiss between your amber eyes. “Go run and jump and slay!”

This gets a wag out of you. You nuzzle his cheek before trotting out of the room with only one final glance at the quadruplets.

Javi calls to the triplets, “Will one of you please lock the door behind Mama?”

“Got it!” Bo yells back.

Then, Javi returns to the bed. He sits on it, lightly petting the round, full tummies of the puppies as they sleep. Having them is an incredible, exhausting, wild experience he’s so glad he didn’t miss out on.

As he watches over his babies, listening to the sounds of his older kids talking and laughing downstairs, his heart feels like it’s going to explode. And, much like the first full moon he experienced with you, he’s overwhelmed by how blessed he is to get to know about the magic in this world.

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In the early evening, you feast upon a buck in the fading light of the forest. The hunt had been much needed exhilaration after spending your forth trimester focused on resting your body and tending to your new babies.

Nailing down the logistics of now having four infants and three nine-year-olds has taken a lot of trial and error. While intensely challenging at times, it’s a process that’s brought you and Javi even closer together. You truly couldn’t ask for a better partner. Even now, while there is some mild apprehension about leaving your tiny pups, you’re confident he can handle it.

Once you’ve had your fill, you lick your chops and lope the few miles back to the safe house with a quick pitstop at the river to wash up. It’s dark now and the full moon rises high above the trees.

Javi opens the door at your rap, smiling happily. You lightly bump your forehead to his before licking the end of his nose with your tongue. His face scrunches cutely.

”How was it?” he asks as you trot inside.

You wag your tail with a toothy grin as you head to the stairs with him behind you. The triplets, in Wolf form, are busy tussling in the living room. You’ll be back for them after you check on the babies.

The squeaks of young Wolf pups greet you as you pad into the master bedroom. They’re in the play pen now, squirming around together.

Bending over the pen, you nuzzle each of them, encouraging them to enjoy this time when their human side can rest and their animal can be dominant.

“They just had a feed, so they’ll probably be crashing soon,” Javi says, his hands caressing the fur on your back.

You turn to him, your mate and love, and rest your big head against his chest for a moment. He smells good, feels good.

He hugs your neck, letting out a sigh of longing that makes you determined to bed him tomorrow when the older kids are at school and the babies are napping.

A beat of this before he reluctantly lets you go. “You should go before it gets too late.”

You press your canine lips to his human ones before walking back downstairs to collect your little hunting pack.

A short yip gets their attention and they scramble to over excitedly. You lead them out into the cool air and towards a nearby field where the hares are most likely to be. If none are around, there are rabbits and moles.

Tonight, it’s Astrid’s turn to take the lead. She trots ahead, scenting the air. Her brother and sister flank her, with enough of a size difference between herself and them to look like her bodyguards. You bring up the rear, a few yards behind. This is their hunt, you’re only around for instruction and protection if required.

They’re surprisingly focused. Maybe feeding yourself first benefited them, too, by letting them get out their wiggles. Rats and birds are ignored in favor of the hope of hare.

After a while, you catch a whiff of one. So do your pups, and they pause. There’s not much wind tonight, allowing for the locating to be more accurate.

Then, they’re off! Astrid’s body language signals for Bo to go ahead since he’s got the most powerful legs and she replaces him as the left flank. She and Tallulah zoom after him.

You jog, keeping a distance that doesn’t encroach but still has them in your line of sight.

The brown hare knows it’s in danger, bounding across the field at an unbelievable speed. But little werewolves can run just as fast. The only advantage the hare has is its ability to turn on a dime. That’s why the pack hunting style is vital.

Bo is right on its heels, snapping at its tail. Astrid and Tallulah spread out on either side, ready to grab it if it changes directions.

The hare dashes to the right. When it sees Tallulah, it zigzags straight back, towards you. You quickly step out of the way so as not to impeded as Bo pushes himself to run even faster. His body is taught and low, long front paws throwing clumps of dirt up as his fingers dig into the ground with each stride.

Astrid might be slower because of her shorter limbs, but her ability to read body language and sense intention is incredible. It’s almost like she can predict what direction it’s going to go and is there to corral it closer to Bo again.

Tallulah’s agility is unmatched by the other two. She leaps over rocks, rolls to dodge and then springs back on her feet again, and uses the natural landscape around her to further her purpose.

As you follow behind, your chest swells. Ivan would be so proud to see how your pups have grown. So much of him is apparent in them, both as humans and Wolves.

It’s then that the hare makes a foolish error. Panicked by Tallulah leaping at it from atop a log, it spins to the left, right into Astrid’s path. She pounces before it can correct, snapping its neck. The other two join her as their feast begins, very well-earned.

After they’re done and you’ve taken them by the river to wash up, the four of you return to the safe house.

Javi lets you in, looking sleepy and unruffled, indicating an uneventful evening. “Did you get a hare?” he asks the kids.

They thump their tails and jump around him excitedly.

“Wonderful job, mis amores! I can’t wait to hear all about it tomorrow.” He gives them all kisses on their noses. Then, he turns to you to kiss your nose. “The babies did great. No problems.”

You lick his cheek before nodding at the stairs. The triplets race each other up them and you walk behind with Javi, who pets your ruff.

When you reach the master bedroom, the older children have already started the puppy pile on the bed. You lean down, scooping two of the sleeping babies up in each hand. Then, you lay down on one side of the bed, nestling them against your belly so they can feed if they wake up.

Finally, Javi collapses on the other side of the seven kids, his legs tangling up with yours. He smiles into your eyes before you rest your forehead against his, love and joy pulsing between you.

The End

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Spanish Translations/Notes: mi luz - my light mis amores - my loves

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