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revasserium · 7 months

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Can i request OPLA zoro where he doesn't get along with reader but calls her my girl in front of a baratie waiter who was flirting with her.

my girl

zoro; 2,438 words; fluff, kinda enemies to lovers, fem!reader, straw hat!reader, lots of banter, slow...burn?

summary: just cause you don't see eye to eye doesn't mean zoro's down to watch you get hit on while he's in the same bar, either.

a/n: again. i've got no excuse. pls continue to send more requests feed my opla!zoro obsession u__u

it is perhaps what therapists and psychiatrists would call an incompatibility of character. or maybe something about you and him that simply acted like two jigsaw pieces from completely different puzzles. or maybe luffy had just jinxed it when he’d said the first time that he sensed some “tension amongst the crew”, but it’s no secret that you and zoro don’t exact see eye to eye.

in fact, sanji thinks, it might only be a matter of time before you each try to take the other’s eyes out permanently.

“you’re really not worried?” he asked luffy as they’d watched zoro and you bicker all the way down the wobbling boardwalk leading up to the baratie, you sniping at zoro for getting in your way and zoro biting back something equally acerbic and childish about you being too clumsy to be a good pirate.

“huh? why would i be worried? they get along just fine!” luffy had laughed, eyes bright and round as he’d readjusted his hat and bounded off towards the entrance, whooping about being hungry enough to take down an entire sea cow.

“wh —”

“bit rich, since you and zoro are always at each other’s throats, no?”

nami bumps sanji’s arm as she strolls by him with a stack of empty crates. sanji squawks, readjusting his own bags before jogging after her.

“c’mon, you know that’s different!”

nami smirks but doesn’t grace that with an answer, instead, she lets her eyes flicker back to where you and zoro are still snarking at each other even as the bewildered looking fishman at the front leads you all around back to the kitchen entrance.

“— wouldn’t have been in that situation if you’d just —”

“yeah? and if i’d just stayed put like you said, the entire going merry would’ve gone up in smoke cause last i checked, wood is very flammable!”

“the merry’s not that fragile.”

“you wanna bet?”

“yeah, maybe i do —”

“what’s goin’ on here? didn’t i tell you lot to get lost?” zeff’s gruff voice interrupts your bickering as the peg-legged chef looks from zoro to you and then the rest of the crew, “gotta new one, didya? don’t remember you from the last time these idiots were here.”

“she’s barely an upgrade from the clown head —”

you slam your heel into the toe of zoro’s boot and he hisses, nearly dropping his armful of crates.

“what he means is that i’m the brains of the operation —”

“we don’t need brains —”

“oh, so you’re admitting that you didn’t have any before i got here?”

zoro glares, dropping the crates as luffy pushes past you both to clap zeff on the shoulder and offer him a huge stack of berry.

“we came to pay you back for the meal last time! and to buy a new one! and… maybe some extra food stuff if you’ve got it.”

zeff opens his mouth to answer but it’s drowned out by the sound of your voice as you jab a finger into zoro’s chest.

“— just because you can’t hold more than one cohesive thought in your head at once doesn’t mean that —”

“— what’s that even supposed to mean? like you can think about two things at once?”

“enough! you two — outta the kitchen, now! i won’t have your lovesick teenage yappin’ distractin’ my line chefs!”

you both jump at zeff’s voice, and an unpleasant heat creeps into your cheeks as you realize that the entire kitchen had indeed gone very quiet, most of the white-clad workers staring at you and zoro.

“i need a drink,” zoro says, rolling his shoulders as he sidesteps you and pushes his way out of the kitchen.

“look, sir, i didn’t mean —” you take half a step forward but zeff jabs a finger at the doors still swinging in zoro’s wake.

“i said out!”

you glance between zeff and the rest of your crew for a split second before turning and scrambling from the kitchen, looking abashed.

“oh no, c’mon zeff, you didn’t need to yell at her like that —” sanji sighs as he tries to go after you, but nami nails him in the stomach with one of her arms.

“nope. this is something they need to work out on their own. and you’re on grocery shopping duty with me, remember?” she flashes him a smile even as he deflates slightly and turns back to the work of haggling rations out of the baratie’s storerooms.

you find zoro already posted up at the bar, even though the hour is still early enough that there’s only a few other patrons, mainly keeping to themselves. you fight the urge to march up to him and give him an earful about embarrassing you in front of sanji’s old master like that but zeff’s words about making a scene keeps your lips clamped shut.

instead, you seat yourself as far from zoro as humanly possible and wait for the bartender to sidle over. he flashes you a winning smile, making no attempt to conceal the way his eyes drag from your hair to your face and then down to your cleavage, where his gaze rests for a beat too long before he clears his throat.

“what can i get you, gorgeous? something sweet and bubbly, perhaps? or maybe something a bit more dark and… seductive? i can have a custom drink whipped up for you in a few if you’d like… on the house, of course.”

he shoots you a wink that has your eyebrows hiking up your forehead.

“laying it on thick, are we?”

the bartender shrugs, seemingly unbothered by your lack of enthusiasm.

“place like this doesn’t exactly breed subtlety.”

you make a noncommittal noise before sighing, “i’ll have a dirty martini, shaken not stirred, straight, with a twist, please.”

to his credit, the bartender doesn’t miss a single beat, “ah, a woman of taste, though i’ll admit that i prefer my martini’s naked instead of shaken, hm?”

he waggles his eyebrows and if it weren’t for the loud cough from down the bar drawing the bartender’s attention, you would’ve rolled your eyes.

at the opposite end of the bar, zoro taps his empty drink glass against the waxy hardwood, a vein ticking in his jaw. he’d listened to the entire exchange with a growing annoyance festering in the depths of his stomach. and here he was, hoping for a moment of quiet without the sound of your voice yammering in his ear. he shoots the bartender a glowering look as the man refills his drink and tries to make his way back down the bar to you.

zoro tosses the entire drink back in one and sets the empty glass down with a loud clack, clearing his throat as the bartender turns to stare at him. he holds the man’s gaze for a full three seconds before looking pointedly down at his glass and the bartender’s face visibly reddens.

“here you are, sir — the last three are on the house.”

the bartender lines up five identical drinks in front of zoro before marching away and zoro has to give it to the guy. he does make a good, stiff drink.

still, as he tries his hardest not to glance down towards where you’re sitting, sipping slowly at your martini, he can’t help overhearing the stilted stabs at conversation floating down the length of the empty bar. the bartender lavishes you with questions, asking about your travels, who you came with, where you’re from. you, for your part, never give him an answer more than three words long — travels were good, my crew, an autumn island.

zoro briefly wonders why you don’t tell the guy off like you so often did him. then, he briefly wonders if the fact that you’re always so easily set off by him means something. then, he not-so-briefly wonders why, if he’s always been so bothered by you, that he’s still thinking about you in the precious few hours he has to himself.

he clicks his tongue and downs another drink just as you finish your first.

“c’mon darlin’ — just a hint — what about the first letter? shall i try to guess?”

you sigh into your now empty glass as the bartender asks your name for the third time in a row, though to no avail. suddenly, a warm, solid presence appears next to you and the next thing you know, zoro’s arm is brushing up against yours as he leans over the bar to bear down at the bartender.

“right, now if you’re done trying t’pick up my girl, i think i’d like the check.”

the bartender blinks up at zoro, uncomprehending for a second before a blotchy redness seeps into his cheeks.

“y-your — you haven’t said a word to each other since either of you got here!”

you swallow passed a bewildered laugh as you glance up at zoro to find a challenge clear in his eyes. you slowly swivel back to the bartender with a light smile.

“ever heard of a lover’s quarrel?”

the bartender sputters as he stares between the pair of you for another long second before scurrying off to fetch the check. zoro chuckles under his breath, his earrings clinking softly in the dim light.

“damn — i really wanted another drink,” you say, staring at your empty glass.

wordlessly, zoro plops one of his in front of you. it’s the second to last.

you bring it up to your nose for a sniff before making a face.

“god that smells awful!”

“fine then, more for me.”

“i didn’t say i wouldn’t drink it!”

you bring the glass to your lips for a small sip. it’s tastier than you’d imagined but it still burns a line down your throat as you shiver.

“h-holy shit —” you cough, wiping at your mouth, “how many of these have you had?”

zoro shrugs, sipping on his own glass with a careless ease, “dunno. don’t really keep count.”

“ugh… this could knock out a war elephant…” you make another face before you take a second sip.

“figures you can’t hold your liquor, drinkin’ whatever girly shit you ordered.”

you round on him, “martinis are not girly!”

“tch. whatever.”

you settle into a huffy silence. zoro’s arm is still pressed against yours and neither of you makes to pull away. for a while, the only sounds in the bar are the soft clink of ice on glass and the light, liquid splashing of the ocean waves.

“why didn’t you tell him off?” zoro’s voice is quiet and when you turn to look at him, it’s to find him staring. you hold his gaze steady and don’t look away.

“why should i? he’s no one to me.”

“you don’t seem to have a problem yellin’ at me.”

you shrug, your eyes flickering back to the too-strong drink in your hand.

“i don’t tend to waste my breath on people i don’t really care about,” you say, your voice soft and careful and honest. zoro sucks in a slow breath, his mildly alcohol addled brain trying to process what you’d just said but his thoughts are interrupted by a peel of loud, raucous laughter echoing in from the dining room beyond.

“c’mon, sounds like dinner is served,” you say, grinning as you push off the bar, jerking your head towards the dining room door.

zoro lets out the breath before downing the rest of his drink and leaving the empty glass on the bar to follow you.

at dinner, you bicker less than usual and zoro is even more quiet than he normally is. though he wastes no time ordering another round for the table. no one really comments till zeff comes round at the end with the check.

“dinner’s already paid for but i was told that this is for the ‘lovebirds from the bar’,” he says, as he drops the drinks bill in front of zoro with a deadpan sort of look.

for a full ten seconds, no one moves. and then, usopp’s jaws hit the floor as sanji’s eyebrows jerk towards the ceiling. nami sits back with a satisfied smirk as luffy nods happily at the two of you before turning to grin at sanji.

“see? told you they get along fine!”

sanji has the decency to sputter just as usopp leans forward to point between you and zoro.

“wait… whaattt?”

you make to tug out your wallet but zoro slaps a stack of berry on top of the bill.

“give our compliments to the bartender,” he says with a slight smirk as zeff takes the money, glancing up at the two of you.

“yeah? what’d he make that’s got you so impressed?”

you purse your lips as you make a show of shrugging, waving a nonchalant hand through the air.

“oh, just a mean dirty martini.”

zeff lets out a loud bark of laughter as he takes the berry and clomps back towards the kitchens, shaking his head. zoro chuckles beside you as he stretches an arm over his head and lets it settle casually on the booth back behind you.

later, as everyone is making their way back towards the going merry, nami catches up to you on the docks, looping an arm through yours and pinning you with a meaningful look just as sanji sidles up to zoro and bumps him with a shoulder.

“so…” nami says, grinning as she tugs you forward a few steps.

“so.” sanji clears his throat, casting zoro a sidelong glance.

“wanna tell me what that was about?” nami asks.

“care to elaborate on that back there?” sanji questions.

you and zoro both take a deep, long breath. zoro glances up to see the way you toss a lock of hair over your shoulder, your bright laughter carrying back on the breeze. you allow yourself a smile, and you don’t have to turn to feel zoro’s eyes on you as both of you turn to your respective companions and say —

“i’ve got no idea what you’re talking about.”

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captainreecejames · 28 days

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Wrong City - CL16 smau

in which you commit to the bit on Instagram

authors note : I hope you guys like this one! Originally it was going to be a different post every city and driver, but I didn't think that would really be enough so it became a short story on charles. Let me know if you want one on a different driver as I still have a few captions in the notes.

pairing : Charles Leclerc x FEM!reader

warnings : none

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astonmartingf · 1 month

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STAY WITH YOU ; CS55

carlos sainz x fem!reader

. . . the budding emotions continue at a high as you spend more time with carlos, the real question is who will make the first move?

previous: situations

yourusername uploaded a new story

[every time, he knows how to make an itinerary]

carlossainz55 replied to your story

i take it that you enjoyed our date and you definitely didn't regret meeting up with me?

hmmm

i wouldn't want to feed your ego any more but i guess i could say that you know how to work your way in my heart

is that you saying you want to go on another date with me?

take it whatever you will sainz, i don't have time for your teasing 🙄

HAHAHAHAHAHA you're annoyed again

i'll definitely take you out on another date

when are you free next?

i'll let you know

you never make it easy huh

doesn't matter, i'll be waiting for your message then

yourusername uploaded a new story

[team bonding activities with mr. country club]

carlossainz55 replied to your story

i'm back to being mr. country club?

i thought we'd built a stronger relationship than that

wym?

you're my only mr. country club, i think we have more relation than others already

"my"

my my, staking claim over me already?

there you go again, you're twisting my words always carlos

i'm joking...

but i can't help but imagine you saying that to me, i'm flattered what can you say

i say you're full of shit

and who's fault is that?

you keep filling my head with these thoughts

i don't say things like that...

get your head out of the gutter

you keep complimenting me, it feeds the soul

you mean your ego

i'm not about to deny that you have that effect on me, it is what it is cariño

yourusername uploaded a new story

[finally got to taste the infamous fluffy pancakes]

carlossainz55 replied to your story

i told you i make good pancakes

yes, yes

they are delicious

and isn't the shape amazing as well

...

don't act like i didn't see you hide the failed pancakes

they weren't heart-shaped that's why

you could've just given me the circle ones

i wanted to give you the heart ones

and how many heart pancakes were you able to make?

just the one in the picture 🥺

doesn't matter carlos

i'd eat whatever shape pancake you give me

i like you like that

carlossainz55 uploaded a new story

[making me a run for my money, beat my race time]

charles_leclerc replied to your story

let us meet her now

it's about time

i'll think about it

i want time for myself right now

wow, you're serious about this

ofc mate, i like her like that

landonorris replied to your story

first is karting, second is paddock time

i swear what's preventing you from asking her out this time?

maybe i just need more time

okay now you're lying to yourself

i'm afraid if she doesn't want to be with me like that

WHAT? you're joking

i haven't seen you two irl but from what i see i don't think it's a one lane highway

you clearly like each other

well, wait for me to make my move ig

are you cooking something?

cooking what? i'm not cooking

you know i meant something else

never mind, go get it carlos

yourusername uploaded a new story

[what can't he do?]

charles_leclerc replied to your story

ask you out 😁

literally shut up charles

i can't be silenced because i'm telling the truth

should i ask him out at this point?

what are you waiting for?

nothing really

then go for it

just don't forget to tell me first

carlossainz55 replied to your story

i ask myself too sweetheart

here we go again 🙄

did you get home safe?

you dropped me off right at my front door, i think that's as safe as it can go

how about you? are you home already, considering you're replying quite fast

i just arrived home

thank you for accompanying me tonight

no worries

it was definitely fun to see you sweat, and then go for a swim...

you enjoying the view?

yup

now rest and go to sleep

you really cut that conversation short...

because i know where it's going cariño

go to sleep carlos, or else

okay ma'am

i will sleep now

goodnight cariño

yourusername uploaded a new story

[if he isn't my boyfriend after this, i'm actually asking him out myself]

charles_leclerc replied to your story

OOOOOHHHH

date night

exciting

shut up charles

tell me how it goes please

you're just nosy

okay and?

it's data gathering

whatever charles, now leave us alone

enjoy your date with your future boyfriend

don't forget to let me know okay?

message me the details

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user1 wait.... i've connected the pieces

user2 is this the girl from the summer fling?

user3 OMG WAIT! they're dating already 🥹🥹🥹

user4 anyone else IGNORNING THE FACT that it's CARLOS MF SAINZ???

charles_leclerc i thought i said update me yourusername now i see this on carlos tiktok feels illegal

carlossainz55 why am i hearing about this for the first time?

charles_leclerc what can i say, i just have the intel for that

yourusername you finish data gathering charles_leclerc?

user5 the girls are fighting

user6 rewatching the summer fling tt feels different now

user7 right??? like...

user8 wow, this was the result of the silly season last year

user9 they're so cute and then i remember the summer fling version of this and CRY EVERYITNM

yourusername i love you so much carlos and i very much so giggle and think about us all the time

carlossainz55 i'm glad i'm in your head rent free

yourusername 🙄🖕

carlossainz55 you love me amor ❤️

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tobyfier · 1 month

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Yandere Francis, headcannons of how we met into him gaining feelings that slowly turn into obsession and him kidnapping us etc etc.

Say it again.

;Gender neutral reader

Warning: obsession,toxic relationship,Stockholm syndrome,manipulation,swearing

Additional information: Reader is a baker

A/n: I’m not much experience with yandere type of stuffs, but I’m more welcome to try! Also this is actually my first request, and I hope I made it to your liking!

I’d say he did hear from the other tenants that there was gonna be a new person in the apartment but he didn’t really try and meet the person, to focus on his job and the doppelgänger situation

That is until of course, you went and greeted him yourself by knocking on his door and giving him a bag of cookies before bidding goodbye

The cookies were delicious btw, he couldn’t stop eating them

And one day as an act of gratitude for giving him the cookie, he came by at your apartment and gave you a couple of bottle milk

Supposedly he was just gonna thank you and give the tray of bottle of milks, but you insisted on letting him inside and get to know each other for a bit

That’s when he learns you were actually a baker and that you own a bakery

Huh..no wonder

You guys were on friends terms now

You always buy milk from him saying, the consistency of the milk was great

He gives milk and you give cookies, a win/win

The feelings started to appear after a month or so

It started off small he feels lighter and energized whenever you’re around, and he would get excited just by seeing your face

He started talking to you more, often times he would write letters to you whenever he’s out in the city for a few days

Day by day his feelings started to grow stronger and stronger, to the point he can’t go a day without even seeing your face once

But when he realized you liked him back, he had to double check if he heard you right

He made you say it again and again before he hugged you and thank the god’s above

You two started to live with each other after that

It was peaceful and comforting

Morning kisses is a must.

He comes home later than you, and he’s always happy to receive your kisses afterwards

But the peace..didn’t last long

He started to grow more and more possessive

It started off small..you didn’t mind it at all

Until he started to isolate you from others

You confronted him of course, but he brushed it off saying it was for the best

You didn’t say anything about it, thinking it was him being protective considering the doppelgänger situation

But when he asked you to close your bakery saying it was for the best

That’s when the argument started.

You defended yourself, telling him you can’t close the bakery because of his overprotective tendencies

It was your passion and it was your dream to open up a bakery

Closing it down meant all the efforts you had done to achieve this goes to waste.

The bastard told you that you can still bake in the apartment.

You called him crazy and tried to leave but he had an iron grip on your wrist and pulled you into a bedroom

Then locked it, saying this is for the best

You tried knocking the door down

you tried finding some tools that can help, a fail..

Even the windows were ironed shut

Heck even the windows are ironed shut.

The bastard planned all of this from the start and you didn’t even notice it.

The last few days you gave him the silent treatment

Only ever opened the door to give you food or water

If you didn’t eat he will force feed you.

He tried reasoning with you

That this is all for the best and for your safety

And that you don’t need anyone else but him.

Slowly he started to be more affectionate with you

Oh how you crave those touches..

It has been so long since you received affection like these

Slowly his words got to your mind

Maybe he was right

I mean he provides food,water,shelter,heck he even bought tools so you can bake in the apartment

And all you have to do was accept the situation and that you only needed him.

And no one else.

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babygirl-riley · 3 months

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Hii could you do one with ghost seeing his newborn and he came with guest like John, price, gaz for tea and the reader heard her baby start to cry and she goes to breast feed her baby upstairs for privacy and downstairs they all tell ghost how far he’s come in life and how proud they are of him and like they got gifts for the baby. If that’s okay with you!

Tea Time

Ghost brings guests over to meet his newborn baby

A/N: Omg this really warms my heart they would be so happy for him. Especially Price! Like lord watching his masked son have a child of his own 😭 Also sorry about the late story post school has been beating my asssss

Warnings: fluff, talks about baby, pure happiness, husband!simon, dad!simon

simon x reader guide

simon x reader family

It was at first an awkward silence all four of them sitting in a living room. Simon decided to bring his military family over to meet his newborn. Simon wasn’t able to be there when you gave birth. Missed it by two months since the baby was born, due to a mission going sideways. When he called to inform you that he was coming home, you naturally were excited.

While Simon was packing up to get going, Price followed him out. “Once the both of you are settled love to meet the little bugga.”

Simon chuckled. “Of course Cap.”

Simon called you again, it only rung twice before you picked it up. “On your way?” Your voice sounded tired yet perked up at the end.

“Yes ma’am, j’st leavin’,” He paused before clearing his throat. “Price mentioned comin’ and meeting the baby.”

“Okay,” You said calming waiting to see if he would say anything else before softly chuckling. “They coming today?”

Simon tapped his fingers on the wheel. “Didn’ say yes to today, you wantin’ to?”

“I wouldn’t mind, haven’t had company over for a while. Unless you don’t want it?” You said, he could hear the smile in your voice. Both of you didn’t want anyone over at the end of your pregnancy worried about everything and then some. Didn’t want to get you sick in case of something would happen to the baby.

Simon went silent before nodding like you could see him. “I don’t mind.”

Before getting the call ahead for the boys to come, you have Simon time to hold his baby girl. At first he was hesitant looking at the small thing that bundled into the pink blanket. “She won’t break.” You smiled softly, holding a hand to his bicep.

“She is small.” He whispered watching her make faces as she slept.

You lifted your arm and started to guide his, forming his arms to be ready to hold her. You could see the small panic in his eyes as you started to place her. Guiding him how to hold her head. She moved basically looking like she was settling herself into his arms. He went stiff before looking at you as he smiled a bit. “She’s beautiful baby.”

“We did good baby.” You said getting on your tippy toes as he leaned down kissing each other’s lips.

It was a couple of hours before he called Price and the boys to come and meet mini Riley. Without hesitation they all said yes and barreled their way down to the Riley home.

Now here they are, sitting around the living room. Gaz looked around the room noting some pictures of you and him on the wall. Some with his mask some not. Soap tapped his boots on the floor and Price drank the tea you made. Simon waited near the stairs as you started down them. All of them perked up like puppies on a park.

You showed off the baby to the boys. They held her one by one, watching her move around and fall asleep to smiling in her sleep. Price chuckled as she gripped his finger and played with her hand. Gaz held her as everyone talked around about the baby and how many pounds she weighted. Then it was Soap.

“She is beautiful,” Soap said holding her softly, she was laying on his forearms as he held her head with his hands. Soap leaning on his legs as he stared down at her. “Bet she gets it from ya huh lass?”

You chuckled as Simon glared at Soap, you could tell underneath his mask that he was smirking. “Kind of glad she don’ have my nose.” Simon mumbled agreeing with him.

Soap chuckled as he looked back at the baby. That’s when she let out a fuss before she cried. At first Soap was shocked and looked at you and Simon. You looked over at the clock as Simon grabbed her. “Don’t worry Soap you probably just stink,” You joked walking to Simon as you reached for her. “No but I have to go feed her.”

Simon nodded as you turned around. “Want any help?”

“Oh no she has it all handled Si.” You said smirking before winking and left upstairs.

Simon stood there and watched, disappearing. “She is beautiful Simon.” Price said breaking the silence.

Simon shrugged and nodded. “Would never think ya have a family.” Soap said with a teasing tone.

Price glared at him before Gaz chuckled. “Honestly I thought the same.”

Simon looked at both of them. “I didn’t either.”

Price sighed and shook his head. “I knew,” everyone looked at him. “You might seem like a cold hearted lieutenant however you have a kind heart,” Silence roamed through the air, Simon did not expect him to say anything like that. “I’m proud of you son.”

Soap was wide eyed then looked at Simon. “Nah he is right, never seen you so…”

“Don’t push it.” Simon grumbled seeing that glint in his eyes.

Soap put his hands up before looking at him. “For real though sir, you have an amazing family here.”

Gaz shuffled before standing up. “If you need a babysitter pretty sure Lola would love to watch her.”

Simon chuckled before standing up with him. “Have to fight the missus first.”

Gaz chuckled and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You really look happy chap, just happy that you are able to find something and someone’s to come home to.”

Simon was shocked all around, he hasn’t heard any of these before from them. At least Soap and Gaz. Price every now and then. He felt proud yet it was odd to feel that way. “Thank you, all of ya.”

Price finished his tea as he stood up and walked to Simon. Gaz heading towards the door, giving a curt nod. Soap followed Gaz and gave a two finger salute. “See ya later sir.” Soap said was he opened the door. “Tell the lasses I said bye!” He hollered out.

“I’ll meet ya in the car yeah?” Price said to Gaz.

Gaz nodded and gave a wave to Simon. “Seriously proud of ya sir.”

Simon stood there for a moment before looking at Price. “You really have come a long way Simon. Ever since you met her it’s like you became lighter.”

Simon looked away towards the upstairs. “Like Gaz said John she is my home to come to.“

“I know she is, just proud of you for where ya at,” Price said as he sighed. “You were so lost Simon until you married her. She changed you for the better and you let yourself do that as well. I just wanted to tell you that I’m truly proud.”

Simon looked at Price and inhaled. “Thank you sir but I’m still terrified.”

Price chuckled and patted his shoulder. “Oh that won’t change, wait till she brings a boy home.”

Simon froze as Price walked towards the door. The poor bloke that would be coming home to Simon, she may never get a boyfriend until he dies. Yeah that would be the case.

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moralesluvr · 11 months

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omggg pls do miles 42 with a daughter (preferably a baby) !!🥺

daddy's little princess ft. miles morales

♡ pairings & aus: husband!dad!earth42!miles morales x black!fem!reader ♡ summary: you come home from work to your two favorite people bonding with each other ♡ warnings: mentions of murder..pretty sure thats it ♡ a/n: anon don't play w me this is convincing me to have a baby ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

YOUR HUSBAND LOVED HIS TWO GIRLS more than anything. That being you, of course-- his wife, along with your beautiful daughter Aaliyah, who had just turned one a couple days ago. Ever since you had become pregnant and he asked you to marry him, he's only had a soft spot for you and your little one.

Today, unfortunately, your boss called you at six in the morning to inform you that you were needed in the courthouse immediately, for whatever reason. While your husband was out doing whatever 'gangster' stuff he pleased in your teenage years, you had went through college and bagged a couple degrees in forensics and law. Miles had stopped being the prowler when he found out that you were pregnant, the ultimate fear of putting his daughter in danger causing him to pick up a well-paying job that allowed him to work from home. So here he was, your little girl laying on his chest as he watched you get ready. He carefully sat up, slowly bouncing her on his shoulder so that she wouldn't wake. He whispered, "Do you have to go? Tell that lil boy that today was your day off."

You giggle, slipping on your work pants, "He isn't some 'lil boy', Miles, he's my boss. And I wish I could stay, but apparently it's a really important case and they need the best of the best."

"Oh, so you sayin' you that girl, hm?" He whispered, rubbing your daughter's back when he heard her coo. You giggled, slipping on a white button up and undoing the top three, a black blazer accenting the plain blouse. You grabbed your purse and keys and headed over to your husband and beautiful daughter, kissing her on her forehead, "I guess so. I should be back by three or four, depending on how many people this person decided to slaughter."

"If you ain't home by four, I'll be the one up in that courthouse." Miles warns, but his lips stretch into a smile as he gives you a quick kiss on the lips, "I love you. Be safe."

You nod, "You gonna be okay with Aaliyah? Lately she's been fussy."

"This is literally my daughter, remember?" Your husband remarks jokingly, "She'll be okay. I got her, hermosa."

"Mkay." You suck your teeth with uncertainty, "Love you both endlessly."

And with that, you were out the door.

For the first four hours that you were gone, everything was a breeze. Aaliyah would let out an occasional cry or whine when she was hungry or needed to be changed, but she didn't start really acting up until about one 'o clock, where she was screaming so loud, Miles was sure that she had damaged her vocal chords beyond repair. He tried everything he possibly could- playing with her, trying to put her to sleep, feeding her, and nothing was working.

Finally, he just sighed, picking her up and holding her up to his head. He bounced her, "What's the matter lil ma, huh? Why're you cryin'? Is it cause you miss mommy?"

That statement earns a cry.

"Yeah...I miss her too." He sighs, placing your daughter on his shoulders as he holds her hands with his own, making his way to the living room. He then sits down and places her next to him, "Okay, if you stop cryin', then we can have some ice cream and watch some of mommy's TV shows that she doesn't let us watch. I'll let you pick, but you can't tell, okay? How does that sound?"

He knows that realistically, your daughter can't make out half of what he's saying, but he finds it hilarious when Aaliyah gives him a nod, her cries slowly started to silence. He smiles and hurriedly runs to the kitchen to fix one bowl of small strawberry ice cream and one bowl of vanilla. He grabs a small spoon and runs over to your daughter, who's sucking on her tiny fists angrily. Miles eyes her, "No, baby, look- here's your ice cream."

He feeds her a spoonful and she immediately gives him a toothless grin, "Yummy!"

"It is, isn't it? It's bussin'. Can you say bussin'?"

He laughs when Aaliyah just gives him incoherent noises. He then turns on the TV and clicks 'Real Housewives'. Was it necessarily appropriate? No, but then again, the girl was one, so as long as it stopped her screeching, it was good to go.

Before the two of them knew it, you were home, walking through the front door and expecting your husband and baby girl to be up and rowdy. Instead, you saw Aaliyah resting on Miles' chest, his head hanging off of the couch's armrest. Two bowls of ice cream were completely empty with spoons inside of them, licked completely clean. The muffled sound of your favorite show played aloud. You smiled and kicked off your flats, grabbing a blanket from the linen closet as you slid next to your husband. You felt him wrap an arm around you sleepily, "Mami?"

"I'm here." You smiled, snuggling into your lover's side as your hand ghosted over your baby's thick hair. You heard Miles mumble against your ear, "I love you."

And you replied sweetly, eyelashes batting as you felt the opiate of sleep undertake you,

"I love you more."

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mizusnose · 3 months

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ahem so I just read your college fuckboy mizu headcanons (which I loved) and was wondering if I could request a lil something about fuckboy mizu genuinely liking the reader so she makes changes to convince the reader she's serious. Reader would probs be SUPER skeptical bc casual relationships isn't their thing but it'd be so cute. Obvs you can just ignore this if you don't want to do it my mind has just been mizu brainrot lately

so i’ve been letting this one marinate for a bit BUT: reader who gets together with Taigen to spite Mizu who won’t get serious for reader. Cue the jealousy, club shenanigans, and poet mizu (!!)

boyfriend by dove cameron for max brainrot

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Taigen was a fine boyfriend. All things considered. He was better than most of the guys you’d been with before, and he had a motorcycle that he’d let you take pics with and post them on your feed.

But, he wasn’t Mizu.

This point had been made several times. Mostly on Taigen’s end. His constant whining of I see the way you look at her, god I bet you thought I was a woman huh, better yet—you wished I was her huh!

He wasn’t wrong, necessarily. It wasn’t your fault you’d gotten bored and decided to go to Taigen’s fencing practice. It wasn’t like you’d intended on falling head over heels for the hot butch lesbian who had a mean smirk and a sweaty jaw when she whooped Taigen’s ass.

You still remembered the way she had her neck bared, her hair falling over her shoulders, the beat of her heart nestled in between her collarbones, the dark green of her veins under her skin.

So, yeah, maybe you did have a thing for Mizu, who may or may not be your boyfriend’s biggest rival.

Heavy quotations on the rival part since Mizu didn’t give a shit that Taigen hated her—in fact, she didn’t care that the majority of the lesbians, bisexual, and bi-curious girls on campus hated her guts.

But that was what made her interesting.

You’d thought about it often: her, telling you to leave as soon as you’d come on her tongue or strap or fingers, (whatever was fine, you weren’t picky.) and you’d feel that tug in your tummy and your jaw would relax and fall open and—

“hah, did you come?”

And then you’d be back where you started: dating Taigen and fucking him and not being able to enjoy it or come or anything.

The thing was this: You’d only ever been in long-term relationships. Never dabbled in casual one night stands that Mizu was rumored to stick by. Even if you did want her, her time was limited. And you didn’t exactly love sharing.

So, when Taigen complained about having to go out this weekend to “bond or some teammate trust building shit, pfft, as if we aren’t trying to kill each other every practice. Not to mention Mizu will be there,” You convinced him to go, and for you to tag along. As moral support of course.

Now as much as Taigen loved telling you how much he hated Mizu, he liked coming to the thought of her much more. You’d done it quite often, bring Mizu up in sex, the way she’d fence and made him look like a fucking loser. How good she’d look kissing you, having you, taking you away from him. You’d both come then, not just him.

So you supposed it wasn’t that weird to be crushing over Mizu. Especially when the weekend came and the alcohol was sweet and fizzy and the wine dark and bitter, and the club lights shimmering on Mizu’s skin, her hair, her hands as she came up behind you.

“Hey.” She said. Simple, easy, confident. Her hands brushed your exposed back, the bend of your hip, the jut of your ribs.

“Hi.” You said. Sultry, warm, quiet so she’d have to twist closer to hear you when you gasped as she held your waist, tighter this time. A little mean, “I have a boyfriend.”

And she’d chuckle, and pull away and quirk her dark eyebrow up, “Really? Him?” A barely there glance at Taigen who was with the other fencing team members taking body shots off one another, “I could be a better boyfriend than him, you know.”

She spun you around, the steady heat of her palm always on you, “You know me.” It wasn’t a question. You saw the way Mizu’s eyes dragged across your body on her way over, her tongue on her lips as she stared. She knew you were Taigen’s girlfriend.

“Been watching.” She brought you closer, shifted her hands and then you were close. Closer than you’d ever been to her before.

She smelled heady and like pinewood. The plane of her chest was defined, sturdy, and you wondered if she had small breasts, if they were sensitive.

“Can’t believe I almost went home when you’re here—all alone.” She smirked, the same damned smirk you’d replay in your mind as you masturbated and thought of her, “Think I might just steal you from him, hm?”

Her hands slipped up your back, to the bottom of your nape, a demanding grip: there one second, gone the next. She watched your face, your lips, your neck.

“Does this usually work on other girls?”

You pushed away then, your legs wobbly and your underwear damp. You wanted, but you knew exactly what Mizu thought of you: an easy thing, something of Taigen’s. Good for a night, forgotten the next.

So you straightened your clothes, and met Mizu’s confused gaze, “I have a boyfriend.”

Mizu’s mouth twitched. Barely. But you’d caught it as you turned, and headed to the bartop. Even if Mizu was who you’d wanted, being a one-night stand wasn’t what you wanted.

So, you walked back over to Taigen, beers in hand, and watched Mizu as you kissed him wide and dirty. Her glare a steely weight in your belly, and on your beating cunt.

You’d make Mizu yours, one way or another.

——-

Let’s make this a 2 parter. Poet mizu will have to wait. Thanks for the ask :)

#blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #headcanons #mizu x fem!reader #fanfiction #ask

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bimbobaggins69 · 7 months

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our lust increased, feeds desire.

modern steddie x only fans reader

summary: after getting a sponsorship from a very well known lingerie brand, you put on a little fashion show for the boys and things get spicy.

warnings: smut ahead, 18+ mdni, fem reader, no use of y/n, use of pet names, lingerie, overuse of the words hole and cock, food play, anal (m receiving), lots of butt stuff, steddie smut, voyeurism, female masturbation, oral sex (m receiving), daddy kink, cum play, this is so filthy sorry not sorry.

authors note: (a welcome to the dungeon blurb) the pieces I describe in this fic are from moeflavor.com thank you to my love @xxhellfiregirlxx for the lingerie plug and being my lovely beta, along with @screammunson <3

wc: 3.7k (def not a blurb *eyeroll*)

You step out the shower, hand idly reaching for your black silk robe as a notification on your phone captures your attention.

“Yes, yes, yes!” You excitedly celebrate in the quiet, steamy bathroom.

You throw on your robe in an exhilarated rush, before slipping on your platform ugg slippers. You hear Eddie and Steve in the kitchen making breakfast, their sweet laughter puts an even bigger smile on your face as you quickly pad down the stairs and out the front door.

“Baby?” You hear Eddie call as you walk halfway down the driveway, to the mailbox.

You take the big bag of goodies into your arms before hastily slamming the aluminum door, and making your way back into the warmth of your house.

“Babe? What are you doing? We were gonna surprise you with breakfast in bed.” Steve beams as he walks closer to you in nothing but little black gym shorts, he examines the big white package you’re now holding like a baby in your arms.

Eddie walks in a second later, sweatpants sitting low on his hips as he pops a strawberry into his mouth before he too begins to examine the bag you're holding.

“Whatcha got there, angel?” The metalhead questions as he continues to chew on his fruit. Plump, swollen lips tinged with red that probably have more to do with the kisses he and Steve shared as they prepared a special breakfast for you.

“Well, about two weeks ago I was dm’d by this really well known lingerie brand and they wanted to do a sponsorship collaboration, so they sent me a bunch of free stuff and all I have to do is take pictures and post them on instagram or tik tok.” You excitedly ramble before walking into the kitchen to grab a knife, not wanting to mess up your recently manicured nails.

“What? So they just sent you a bunch of free shit for some pictures?” Eddie asks in bewilderment.

“Yeah, it’s called a sponsorship, and it's my first one!” You cheered as you slid the knife along the dingy white plastic.

“That's amazing, baby! We’re so proud of you.” Steve praised before planting a sloppy kiss to your now exposed collarbone, causing you to gasp in surprise.

“How bout you put a little show on for your boyfriends, huh? Try all that cute shit on and maybe we’ll help take it off.” Eddie purrs, before he dips another strawberry into the whipped cream that he’d sprayed over his pancakes. He takes an erotic bite of the berry, groaning at the taste as the juices trail down his chin, begging to be licked up.

You set the pieces that were sent to you on the leather chair that sat in the corner of your room as you, Steve and Eddie ate the breakfast they so kindly made for you. You all watched a movie in bed as the boys took turns feeding you and each other. Getting lost in your time spent sharing kisses, cuddles and stupid jokes.

You take a glance at the lingerie, quickly being reminded of the suggestion from your metalhead boyfriend. You eagerly slip out of bed as Eddie and Steve are in deep conversation about their holiday plans and how it goes every year but share the same sentiment that they’re grateful you’re now a part of it, you acknowledge them before the conversation moves to something about their jeep and how the oil needs a change before you all drive to hawkins for Thanksgiving dinner with Eddie and Steve’s families, the jitters of meeting their loved ones comes over you momentarily before you shut the door and begin removing your robe.

You slip on the first piece called ‘cyber succubus’; it’s a black latex looking set, the bra cups are triangular hardly covering much and the strap that connects the two is adorned with a buckle, the panties are tiny with a v shape in front showing off a sliver of your mound, the straps that hug your hips have the same tiny buckles on both sides and there's a chain tail connected to the back of the thong, a matching waist piece with more buckles sit on your mid section as the straps attached hang over your hips, you finish the look off with the matching horns and some black thigh highs.

You slowly open the bathroom door, the boys still chatting away as you lean up against the wooden frame before clearing your throat to capture their attention.

“Ho-ly fuck!” Eddie growls as his mouth falls open, making Steve’s head whip around in curiosity.

“Whoa.” Is all the pretty boy can mutter, you saunter into the bedroom giving your boyfriend’s a spin and a good view of your perfectly round ass.

“Whaddya think?” You ask them with a knowing smirk.

“Baby, fuck. You look- fuck.” Eddie stammers, as his eyes continue to roam over every detail of your body in the little piece of fabric.

“You look fucking insane, baby. Jesus.” Steve professes as his hand slides down to the growing bulge in his slutty little black shorts.

“C’mere sexy girl.” Eddie says, timidly waving you over as both boys keep their ogling eyes on you.

“Uh, uh. No touching until the end of the show…” You say, turning around and making your way to the bathroom with a devilish smile, you look back at both boys whose faces are filled with equal amounts of disappointment and lust before you divulge “I didn’t say you couldn’t touch each other.” You sing-song before giggling and slipping behind the door, quickly removing all of the straps from your body and letting the fabric hit the floor before you’re eagerly picking out the next piece to try on.

This one’s called ‘latex succubus nurse’ and it might actually make the boys keel over and die. Death by boner. You slip the top on, it’s black with red accents around the collar, your cleavage practically spills over as a buckle in the middle keeps them in place, a fake nurses badge is attached to the cup of your right tit. You yank on your black g-string that has two “o” rings on the back of each string a long with a bat wing; you pull the thong straps high over your hips before you slide on the tiny skirt, all black pleated latex with two red horizontal lines towards the bottom, two red hearts on each hip with a silver chain that dangles above the crotch, you roll the fishnet knee highs on before snapping on the black collar and black nurses hat. This one is so sexy on, the back covers absolutely nothing as the front exposes a good amount of your cunt in the black g string.

You take one last once over before you slowly pull the door open. You’re quickly met with low moans as you realize both boys have their bottoms off and thrown haphazardly on the floor, Eddie is stroking Steve’s hard cock while Steve is stroking Eddie’s, the boys rub each others tips in unison, smearing their precum over the shaft for better friction, as if they needed it with that big bottle of lube that sat open on the bedside table.

It took a second for them to notice you as they sat there lost in the pleasure of each other, before Steve saw you in his peripheral vision. His head quickly turned, chestnut hair flowing so beautifully with his movement, as his eyes widened and his moans grew louder, thus causing Eddie to look over too.

“Fuck baby.” Eddie groans as him and Steve pick up their pace at the sight of you.

“Naughty boys.” You purr as you crawl across the bed on all fours, moving closer to where they’re working each other's throbbing cocks. You lick and bite at your glossed lips before a moan slips from between them. “God, that’s so hot.” You pant as if you’re almost out of breath, seeing the boys being intimate with each other as you looked on was something you’d never get used to, it will always be your biggest weakness.

Your little idea of making the boys wait until after you finish trying on all the pieces, quickly becomes a thing of the past as your hand trails down between your thick, warm, plush thighs. They tighten around your forearm as your fingers harshly rub over the small fabric.

“C-can I please touch you now, baby?” Steve mewls. Such an obedient little boy when he wants to be.

“Yes, please.” You plead in desperation as you open your legs wider, the dark wet patch in the middle of your center now on full display.

Steve swiftly pulls your panties to the side as he runs his fingers through your folds, wetting the tips with your slick before he’s bringing them up to your clit and softly circling as he continues to twist his other hand on your shared boyfriend's cock.

“Oh, Jesus this is mm, so hot.” Eddie whimpers as his eyes are now trained on your dripping heat, where Steve’s fingers continue to orbit.

“You two keep playing together, I’ll be right back.” Eddie announces as he slips out of Steve’s grasp, leaving you two alone and way too horny to think straight.

You replace Eddie’s hand with yours, giving Steve’s rock hard shaft a few tugs before you reach for the lube, squirting a dollop on your palm before bringing it to his bright pink tip. Steve whines as his fingers slip inside of your entrance with ease.

“Is my baby a needy boy today? Hmm?” You pout as your grip gets tighter on him, causing him to hiss and his eyes to snap shut in pleasure.

“Mmhm. God, you look so fucking sexy.” He whimpers into your mouth before smashing his lips to yours in a greedy, spit filled kiss.

“You know what I want, baby boy?” You whisper into his mouth.

“What’s that, honey?” Steve whispers back

“I really wanna watch daddy fuck you.” You reveal, making him groan into the kisses he’s now placing on your cleavage.

“Is that really what you want, baby?” The pretty boy asks as his fingers continue to curl deep inside you, hitting your sweet spot and making your juices drool out and down his hand.

“Yes, fuck, I want to watch you two play.” You huff as Steve slips another finger into your drenched hole. “Can I work you open for daddy?” You ask sweetly, as your hand continues to twist on his smooth yet hard appendage.

“Shit, you’re such a filthy girl.” Steve says before he’s pushing you onto your back, your hand falls from his cock as he reaches for your throat, squeezing hard enough to cut off your air flow while his fingers start moving in and out of your pussy with purpose, hard and deep as the squelches ring out in your shared room.

“Ooh!” Is all you can say before you’re cumming and squirting all over Steve’s hand and forearm, as he kneels over you with a crazed yet undeniably lust filled gaze.

“That’s it, my dirty fucking girl! Always making a mess on me, huh?” Steve spits through clenched teeth.

“Whoa, what’d I miss?” The metalhead questions, his eyebrows raised high on his hidden forehead in curiosity as he holds a bottle of whipped cream and a bowl of fruit with the stems chopped off.

“Made our little slut squirt all over me.” Steve beams with a cocky smirk before slowly removing his fingers from your used and sopping cunt.

“Well damn.” Eddie scoffs as he places the fruit on the side table and tosses the whipped cream bottle on the bed.

“Go ahead and tell Eddie here what you told me, angel.” The honey eyed boy softly demands.

Eddie’s eyes are on you in an instant as he sits down at the foot of the bed, hand playing with your hair as you’re still sprawled out in the position Steve manhandled you in.

“Go ahead baby, tell me. Anything.” Eddie sweetly encourages.

“I wanna watch you fuck Steve.”

Eddie’s eyes widen, all the sex you had had together in the past few months and never have you been the one to sit back and watch. Not that you didn't want to, but your boyfriends did everything in their power to make you feel like you were now a part of their relationship, the last thing they’d ever want is for you to feel left out or pushed aside, so instead they opted for worshiping you together.

“You sure, sweetheart? We don’t want you to feel left out or anything.” The metalhead pointed out with a hesitant look while sweetly brushing your hair out of your face.

“Mhm, wanna stretch Stevie out for you first though.” You state with a devilish glint, before quickly sitting up and swinging your legs behind you, as you excitedly bounce your knees on the mattress.

“Fuck, you really were made for us, ya’ know that?” Eddie simpered, grabbing the nape of your neck and pulling you into an adoring kiss. His hands roam your body over your little nurses outfit before he was clawing at the fabric to get to what he really wanted, you completely naked and exposed for them.

After Eddie and Steve had removed your clothes and had you fully bare aside from the fishnet thigh highs Eddie protested against Steve touching, the metalhead manhandled your shared boyfriend into position; on all fours as his ass stuck up in the air, back arched as his left cheek laid flat against the mattress. Perfect plump bum and his pretty pink puckered hole just waiting to be devoured.

“Go ahead angel, take what you want.” Eddie chuckles as he lays a harsh slap to Steve's squirming ass.

You crawl on your knees, lining up behind him, your left hand fists the bed as your right comes up to rub at his bubbly cheeks, before you dip a finger between them making the pretty boy gasp and moan. Your ass was up in the air now too, giving Eddie the perfect view of your pretty little asshole as you brought your tongue to the writhing boys in front of you.

You lap at him with enthusiasm, so turned on from the prospect that you were getting his hole ready to be stretched and fucked by your other boyfriend.

“Fuck, I wish I had two cocks so I could fuck both of your pretty holes at the same time.” Eddie snorts at the image that crosses his mind at his words, as he strokes at his already hard and dripping cock.

You and Steve giggle at the metalhead before you plunge your tongue past Steve’s tight muscle, both of you groaning in unison. Steve’s purely out of pleasure and yours from the clean yet heady taste of him. The boy was always clean and ready for a good ass eating.

You continue to fuck the pretty boy with your tongue before dropping a glob of spit right into the little ‘o’ that had been worked open by your pink muscle. You rub it in with your thumb, spitting again before you're working your thumb into his ass slowly, his warm hole sucking you right in, to the second knuckle.

“Mmm.” You hear him moan into the sheets at the feeling of you moving your thumb in and out.

Finally, you slip it back out. Eyes memorized by the little gape you were able to achieve from just your small thumb. You get an idea and reach behind you for the whipped cream bottle Eddie so kindly brought up.

You shake it before removing the top. You can feel Eddie's eyes on you in interest as he slowly creeps up the side of the bed to get a better look at what you're about to do. His questions are answered when you spray the whipped cream right on Steve's yummy open hole, giggling when he jumps and gasps from the cold temperature.

“Oh fuck!” Eddie groans as he watches you bring your tongue to lap up the sweet cream.

You spray more before looking up at Eddie, puppy dog eyes on full display as you ask him if he wants a taste.

“Yes, please.” He groans again, his eyes rolling back before he’s leaning right beside you, licking up the whipped sweetness. “Yum.” The older boy hums with a proud smile on his face. You spray some more before Eddie stands up, grabbing a strawberry from the bowl that’s still sitting on the side table and dipping it into Steve's hole, pushing it in with his finger before Steve is pushing it back out. Eddie smiles, bringing the fruit up to your mouth; you open up and stick your tongue out, awaiting his offering as the juice that had been squeezed out by your younger boyfriend's tight hole drips down your chin, this time Eddie eagerly licks it up.

Once you've finally worked Steve open with a whole lot of lube and six fingers; three on each hand, scissoring and pulling him open little by little, he was finally ready to take Eddie’s rather thick length.

They had asked you what position you’d wanted to see them in, and of course you requested one of the first positions they’d fucked you in when you filmed your first only fans video together. Full nelson, minus the holding of Steve’s neck. You just wanted to see both boys facing you as Steve bounced on Eddie's cock all while the pretty boy’s hard throbbing cock flopped around freely. Fuck, it made you drenched just thinking about it.

Eddie made quick work laying out on the bed before Steve maneuvered himself on top of him, chest to back as the metalhead scooched up to land his tattooed body against the headboard. Steve’s feet planted on the bed as his ass hovered over Eddie’s awaiting cock.

The older boy's tip ever so lightly presses against Steve’s stretched hole before he slowly sinks down on him, making the metalhead groan in delight.

“Ah!” Steve moans out as he throws his head back in sweet bliss, god how he’s missed being fucked by his daddy. His head quickly snaps to where you’re seated on the leather chair as you watch with intent, fingers swirling over your little sensitive bud. Steve groans at the sight of you getting off to him being fucked, it’s almost too much when Eddie starts thrusting his hips up, instantly hitting his prostate making his eyes roll back in complete contentment.

“Fuck!” He mewls, as he starts matching Eddie’s thrusts, lifting himself up with his planted feet and sinking back down, his boyfriend continuously bullying his g spot while his cock flaps back and forth, hitting his stomach then lightly tapping against Eddie’s balls, his head is oozing with precum as it drips down his bright pink head and trickles down his veiny shaft.

You lick your lips at the thought of tasting him. Your fingers speed up as you begin to lose yourself to the bright white flash of pleasure, you throw your head back biting at your bottom lip in order to stay quiet so as to not interrupt them. Your orgasm seers through you like a volt of electricity. When you come to, you realize both boys have their eyes on you already fully aware that you’ve made yourself cum to their sweaty masculine bodies bumping together in pleasure.

“Good girl, mmm did daddy fucking our Stevie’s sweet hole do it for you? Hm?” Eddie growled as his hips sped up before he’s bringing a heavily ringed and tattooed hand to your shared boyfriend's leaking cock and giving him two good pumps.

Eddie maneuvers Steve’s body so his right arm is thrown over the long haired boy's shoulders with Steve’s shoulder blade pressed up against the metalhead's left pec, giving him the perfect view of the pretty boy's dick flopping about.

“Aw, look at our poor baby boy's needy cock just dripping, he needs you princess. Come make our boy feel even better.” Eddie beckons you over as he continues to thrust while simultaneously playing with Steve’s very hard appendage.

You crawl in between both boys’ spread legs before you’re taking Steve’s cock into your hand, Eddie quickly drops his before going back to Steve’s hip where he helps him bounce better on his cock, that’s so fucking close to exploding.

You take Steve into your mouth, slurping up all of his precum and groaning madly at the taste. You release him from your mouth with a loud pop.

“Mm, fuck his cock into my throat daddy.” You say sweetly before you take him back into your mouth and allow Eddie’s hips to snap, bringing Steve’s cock so much deeper down your throat.

“Oh, fuck!” Steve whimpers, bringing his hand that was used for leverage on the mattress, to your hair grabbing a handful before he’s pushing your head down even deeper, spit falls from the sides of your mouth and tears drip down your face as your throat gets railed, the whole thing makes you feel like you can cum completely untouched.

“I’m- fu- I-” Steve stammers as his seed shoots down your throat, you instantly swallow, milking him of every last drop before he’s gently pulling you off and bringing your lips to his in a filthy kiss as the remainder of cum left in your mouth gets swapped back and forth.

“Uh, I’m gonna fucking bust!” Eddie shouts as he watches you both share Steve’s seed. The display causes Eddie to grab tighter onto the pretty boys hips, bringing him down even harder, fucking himself with his boyfriends tight clenching hole.

Steve’s spent cock twitches as Eddie continues to overstimulate the younger boy's prostate, making Steve shake with moans that could rival yours any day.

“Fuck…” Eddie draws out before he’s cumming deep inside his boyfriend, filling him up to the brim as you watch the cum drip out and down the metalhead's red abused sack.

“Mmm, look at that.” You moan before dipping your finger into the mess and bringing it into your mouth.

The cum slut in you has yet to be satisfied as you now have a craving for the seed that continues to drip out of Steve, even more so now that he’s removed himself from Eddie’s lap, laying in exhaustion on the side of him.

“Need more.” You pout your lips towards them.

“Come on then dirty girl. Come get a taste.”

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A Cat Named Eddie — part one

part one part two part three

Steve didn't mean to adopt a cat.

The little guy was sitting on the back patio by the pool, just staring. He was a black cat, perched on the ledge of the pool.

"Where did you come from?" Steve asked when the cat didn't spook. It just watched him, head tilting to the side a little when he got closer. There was no collar on it, nothing to signify that he belonged to anyone. He was dirty enough to suggest he was a stray and too thin around his middle. "Do you have anyone to take care of you?"

The cat blinked.

"Yeah, me either," Steve chuckled gently, reaching out to pet his head. The cat was apprehensive at first, pulling his head back and staring at Steve with wide yellow eyes. "Right, we gotta get to know each other first. Well come on, it's warmer inside, and I have food."

Steve wasn't sure if the cat would listen, but he seemed okay enough with the idea to follow Steve inside the house after all. He stayed close by Steve's ankles, not quite touching. "Food, food," Steve hissed, beginning to open up every cabinet for something that might be cat-friendly. "Oh! Cats eat fish, right? You want some tuna?"

Another blink.

"That looks like a yes to me, big guy," Steve laughed, decided to plate up a portion of a can of tuna.

The cat dug in immediately, even being so enthusiastic about the food that he let Steve sit down beside him and pet along his back. After the food was gone, the cat walked over and plopped down on the ground beside Steve, paw reaching out to grab onto his hand.

"Oh, more love?" Steve obliged, scratching at the cat's ear until he heard a gentle purr coming from it. "See, it's not so bad. You can trust me."

This was silly. What he should be doing is taking it to the nearest shelter, letting them know that it was sitting outside without any sign of belonging to anyone. He shouldn't be feeding it, petting it, oh, letting its sweet little head rest on his thigh while it slept—

"Guess I better get some supplies tomorrow, huh? You wanna stick around here?" Steve sighed, a smile worming its way onto his face as the cat relaxed against him. "You can stay. We'll take care of each other. Now you just need a name."

Eddie's pretty sure he's going crazy.

It starts with pretty innocuous questions from the kids when Steve comes to pick them up from D&D night. "Hey, how's Eddie doing?" Max asked when Steve got out of his car, standing by the open driver's side door as if to signal he needed to take off quickly.

It's odd that Max would ask Steve that when Eddie was standing right there, but he doesn't question it.

"Steve! Is Eddie settling in okay?" That's Dustin. It's been weird after the Upside Down, having been cleared of the murder charges but still not welcomed back into the hearts of the Hawkins people (though he's not sure he ever really had a spot there to begin with). It's nice for the kids to be worried about him, but again, Steve Harrington doesn't really seem like the most knowledgeable party in the room. Sometimes, though, it's easier not to ask questions and go with it, especially with this band of hooligans.

"Did you see Steve with Eddie yesterday? He was dancing around with him, it was the sweetest thing."

Eddie didn't know if Nancy saw something that he didn't, but he's fairly certain he did not get to dance with Steve yesterday. The thought alone had him curling a bit of his hair around his finger, eyes staring at the table distractedly. The thought of having that strong body pressed against his, so close he could feel Steve's heart beating as quickly as his own, hands wrapped up in each other as they swung to whatever gentle music Steve liked to play when everyone was around.

He wished.

But it's the day he walks into Family Video and overhears Robin's conversation with Steve that does it.

"Have you gotten Eddie to sit in your lap yet?"

What.

Eddie ducks behind one of the shelves before they can see him, determined to hear what Steve has to say about it. He wouldn't call it eavesdropping, per say, especially since the conversation is about him. He has a right to hear!

"No, he'll always sit right next to me instead," Steve sighs dramatically, and Eddie can practically envision the way Steve must be draped over the center counter. "I tried to pick him up yesterday and the little fucker bit me."

Now there's a thought. Eddie could think of a few things he'd like to bite o—

"But he did sleep in bed with me! Slept right on my chest until I fell asleep. I call that progress."

Now that's just cruel. Did Steve know how many nights he'd idly thought about the same thing? How many times he'd laid on his thin pillow and wished it was Steve's fucking ex-jock pecs holding him up? Was it all some joke, a way to tease Eddie after finding out about his crush on him?

Shit, that was it. Steve wouldn't do that, right?

Except.

Except Eddie can vividly remember the day when Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagan got together, and Steve had been so relentless in his teasing that even Eddie felt some amount of sympathy for the pair. That ended the second the two turned their anger toward the freaks and geeks of the school, of course, but it had existed for a brief moment if only because of Steve Harrington's ability to hurt when he wanted to.

Well two could play at that game. If Steve thought this was funny, spreading rumors and rubbing it in Eddie's face that he couldn't have him, well, he'd show him just what he was missing.

Eddie's heart races as he grabs the nearest movie case, sidling up to the counter and trying to act like he wasn't bothered by anything he'd heard.

"Hey, Harrington," Eddie smirks, dropping the case onto the counter in a move that he hopes screamed cool, cool, cool.

Steve raises an eyebrow, grabbing the movie and beginning to process of letting him rent it. "Can't Buy Me Love? Didn't think you were the RomCom kind of guy."

"I'm not," Eddie laughs. This could not be more perfect. He hasn't seen the movie, but he's overheard Nancy telling the plot of it to Robin in an attempt to get a date out of her. The universe must be on his side for once, urging him to remind Steve that he wasn't the only person who knew how to hurt. "My date insisted. I don't really get it though. Why Dempsey would give up everything for the pretty popular one is above me."

"It's a cheesy movie, but the plot has some p—"

"I mean they're all the same anyway. Perfect little airheads using daddy's money to make friends. Sure Amanda Peterson's character has the looks, but what else does she have, really?"

Steve stands stock-still, hazel eyes focused intently on the movie case. He seems so unbothered by the whole thing, carrying on with grabbing the cash Eddie'd slid over the counter.

"I mean, she's a perfect representation of all those sporty types, isn't she? She expects any freak out there to just want her because she's cool, like we can't all see right through the bullshit." That one felt like shards on Eddie's tongue, remembering the night Steve had told him about the Halloween party, about the public humiliation he's suffered and all the heartbreak that came after. Still, nothing could hurt quite so bad as hearing Steve mocking him, telling everyone they knew that Eddie was doing all of these things he could only dream of doing. It was a sick joke, one that deserved only the best retaliation.

Eddie could only relish in the shocked look on Steve's face, one he's sure matched his own when he heard Eddie and lap in the same sentence. "I'm sure it'll still be a decent movie though," Eddie finishes with a little smile, picking the case back up.

Steve hadn't stopped staring. His lips finally close back together, eyebrows drawn tightly as he considers Eddie. "Have a fun date then, Munson," Steve says, and Eddie nods his agreeance.

"Have a fun night too, Harrington."

He doesn't stop at Robin's loud shout of indignation. He doesn't stop for anything, continuing to his van until he can no longer see Steve's face.

( i'm so sorry part two coming soon )

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If I had you II Jamie Tartt

Plot: Jamie Tartt is hard to love. At least he thinks so. Reader thinks it's the easiest thing in the world. Pairing: Jaime Tartt x female reader Warnings: Swearing, mentions of food and alcohol. Notes: This is inspired by the song "a daydream away". It's 5.2k words of pure friends-to-lovers sweetness. Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated. I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please

Jamie Tartt is hard to love. At least he thinks so. It’s a chore to love him, the real him not the overly confident golden boy he portrays on the pitch. Just look at his track record, that just proves his point. Sure his mom loves him, he never questioned that, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy for her. He’s convinced he’s made her cry more than once with yet another stupid decision. Then there’s his father who loves nothing more than to belittle him and lay out all his flaws for him and the world to see. And if even your own dad doesn’t love you, how can you expect others to.

So maybe that’s the reason he doesn’t let anyone close enough to even begin to love him. Sooner or later they’ll figure out how much of an effort it takes and that he, of all people, truly isn’t worth it.

And maybe, perhaps, that’s also the reason he doesn’t allow himself to explore the feelings he harbors for his best friend. He tried to deny them to himself for so long. Tried to pass it off as pure, unfiltered friendship. That’s bullshit though. He knows the feelings are there and there is no use in denying them. That doesn’t mean he can ever allow himself to act on them though. He’d just fuck it all up, the way he usually does with everything he touches.

The shiny hardwood floor feels cold and smooth as he sits leaning against the kitchen counter, legs stretched out before him. A smile is permanently etched onto his face as (Y/N) talks about something that happened at her work today. He should listen, it’s probably a fun story judging by the way her giggles make her stop talking every few seconds. He should listen but he is so enamored with her that he can not pay attention to anything else. In a perfect world, in a world where loving him was easy, he’d lean over and kiss her. He'd kiss her silly and she’d kiss him back and life would be sweet and it would make sense. In that perfect world, she would love him back the same way he loves her and it would be easy and he’d deserve her.

But that is not the world he’s living in. That is not his reality. Just a beautiful daydream he allows himself to escape to every once in a while. Loving her in a daydream is safe. It’s secret and quiet and there is no hurt there and no rejection.

“Why are you grinning like that, huh Tartt?”

She asks before taking a sip from the beer bottle clasped tightly in her hands. It’s an unusually hot summer’s day. One that makes it impossible to do anything but sit on the floor in as little clothing as possible and drink one cold drink after the other. Even if that means getting a little tipsy on a Tuesday afternoon.

“Nothing. Just happy to have you here. Missed you.”

“We didn’t see each other for a week and you already missed me?”

He misses her the minute she leaves. It’s like his heart isn’t complete if she isn’t there but he can’t really say that can he? Friends don’t tell friends things like that. And a friend is all she is. His best one but still. Telling her any of this could jeopardize their friendship and Jamie doesn’t think he could handle life without her. Not when a week already felt like torture.

“Well yeah, I’m proper shit at cooking. I need you to feed me.”

“Oh, is that so? Thought Mr. Bigshot footballer could get free food at any restaurant he fancies.”

She’s teasing but never mean and never hurtful. That’s something he cherishes so much about their friendship. His feelings, his fears — all of it is safe with her. There is no hurt or pain or fear. Just her and her friendship and warmth. And a pair of open arms ready to catch him whenever he stumbles and falls.

“True. But some fancy place in Mayfair will laugh at me if I ask them to make me dino nuggets, won’t they?”

Her laughter, he decides then, is his favorite sound in the world. It makes everything feel alright even if it’s just for a fleeting moment. He needs to keep his feelings locked up in that beautiful daydream because he can never lose this melody her laughter creates. And anyway, he wouldn’t even know what to do if he ever really had her.

— It’s not like she’d say yes anyway.

“You’re probably right about that,” she says and leans her head against his shoulder. And though it’s muggy and hot and he’s sure he can feel their skin stick together, he doesn’t shake her off. She’s part of his heart already, might as well melt into one completely. “You want me to make you some nuggets?”

“Nah,” Jamie replies and places a soft kiss on the top of her head. Friends kiss friends on the head all the time, everyone knows that. Right? "That's okay. Already had a Kebab with Roy earlier.”

“You guys are becoming friends then? Should I be worried I’m gonna lose my best friend status?”

Jamie lets out some mix between a chuckle and a scoff. As if anyone in all the world could ever replace her. What a ridiculous thought.

“Well he doesn’t make me nuggets, does he? No alphabet soup either. So no. Not yet.”

The little shake of her fist she does in victory makes him grin even bigger. He must look like a damn fool.

“I should probably get going sometime soon, I need to finish up some work and do laundry and do all that boring adult stuff that’s waiting for me at home.”

There are lots of things he should be doing instead of sitting on his kitchen floor on a Tuesday afternoon getting half drunk on cheap beer and half on his overwhelming love for her. He’s sure there are a bunch of texts and emails waiting for him to sort through. Keeley might be popping a blood vessel soon if he doesn’t answer her about that brand requesting to work with him on some ad campaign. And he will get back to her — soon.

Right now it doesn’t matter. Right now all that matters is him and (Y/N) and their little corner of safety and — home.

“But I don’t want to.”

“Yeah, me neither. Just want to sit here with you and — “

“ — hang out?”

“Mh. Hang out.”

That was not what he wanted to say but none of the words ghosting through his head are meant to be spoken out loud. They are his to feel and think and keep hidden and quiet.

“Good, we can hang out a little longer I think.”

And he’ll take what he can get. All the precious minutes she grants him he cherishes.

Right now could last forever and he wouldn’t mind at all.

Not as long as he’s with her.

Some early 00s pop song is blasting from the speakers of the bar. Everyone’s in good spirits and drinks are flowing freely.

(Y/N) is leaning against the bar talking to Colin, laughing about something he said, radiating joy and happiness.

She loves his friends, his boys, his family. Jamie loves that she loves them so dearly, so fiercely as if they are her own family. At this point, they might as well be. She remembers all their birthdays, drops by unannounced with cookies for everybody, cheers them on louder than anybody else. Hell, she even gets Roy to smile and that’s quite something. She’s as much a part of the AFC Richmond family as she is a part of his life.

“Jamie-Jam-Jam what are you sulking over here for,” her voice cuts through the crowd and the music as she slides into the booth next to him. She looks gorgeous in the hazy neon lights. Then again, she always looks gorgeous.

“Not sulking. Just — thinking.”

“About what?”

You. He’d say if he was honest and not such a coward. You and how much I adore you and how hard it is not to tell you any of this and fuck up our friendship.

“Was considering getting me nipples pierced. I’d have to take them out though and I imagine that would be quite annoying.”

“Probably,” she agrees and nods her head before adding “It would look sick though.”

“Right? I reckon it would.”

She laughs at that and once again it shakes his entire world. Like little earthquakes inside his heart.

Her voice is quieter after her laughter subsides, soft and gentle, and with the loud music it feels like her words are only meant for him. “I like this,” she says almost wistfully.

“The song? Who’s that, Rihanna?”

“Not the song, silly boy. This — “ she gestures around the room towards all their friends, dancing and laughing and having the time of their lives. And then she motions to the two of them, secluded and safe inside their own little bubble. “escaping our busy lives for a moment.”

“Lot of journalists would disagree with you there, love. That my life was busy.”

“They don’t know you like I know you.”

There’s a sincerity in her eyes, a warmth, something he can’t quite explain. It’s familiar and foreign all at once.

“No one knows me like you do. You had pity on Jamie Tartt, messy little prick from math class. They just know Jamie Tartt, the footballer from Richmond.Still a prick but now with better hair.”

Before he knows what’s happening, her hands take hold of his face and gently rest against his cheeks, forcing him to look at her. Really look at her.

“I never had pity on you, Jamie. I thought you were funny and exciting and infinitely cool. That’s why I wanted to be your friend. And I was right! About the funny part, not the cool part.”

“Obviously.”

“But I never took pity on you. I don’t think you realize how highly I think of you. Now let me get a sip of that drink.”

He’s still in some sort of haze brought on by her words when a groan coming from her shakes him from his thoughts. Her face is all scrunched up in disgust as she places his glass back on the table. “Ew, what the fuck is that?”

“I’m not sure, honestly. Barkeeper said she’d mix me a Jamie Tartt and I was like fuck yeah, a drink named after me.”

“It’s disgusting. Did you shag and dump her at some point? Like, is she mad at you for some reason?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen that woman before in my life … so yeah maybe.”

Shaking her head with a smirk on her face she grabs a hold of his hand and pulls him out of the booth and towards the bar on the other side of the place, the one with the older male bartender with the impressive beard.

“You ever had a thing with him?” she asks as she leans against the counter, trying to get the man’s attention.

“Nah, I’d remember that facial hair.”

From then on the night tastes like tequila and beer and it feels like a warm hug. She doesn’t join in on all his drinks, stops herself after a beer and a shot, but she does join him in all the other shenanigans. Like when they make up ridiculous backstories for strangers and have a laugh about some corporate douchebag trying desperately to get with some woman who clearly has no interest in him.

“Henry from accounting.”

“Nah, that’s Charlie from HR.”

“Well, either way, Maisie from South Shields is not interested.”

He could stay here forever, laugh the night away. Drunk on happiness, on love — and also on quite a lot of booze.

“Come on, Jamie-Jam, “ she says and hands him his jacket. She’s all gentle hands and gentle eyes. “Let me give you a ride home.”

“We’re going home?”

“I think it’s time. Think someone had a little too much.”

“I’m sorry.”

He is but also not. He’s sorry for being a burden — again. He’s not sorry for letting himself enjoy a night of unadulterated happiness with the people that mean the most to him.

“No need to apologize, Jamie. I’m glad you had fun. Now come on, silly boy. I’m tired.”

And when they step out of the place and into the night, all sweaty and hair a mess, he thinks that of all the things his eyes have ever seen, the best by far is her. Then and always.

London passes by in a blur as (Y/N) drives them towards his house. All the bougie buildings and the iron fences and the trees in the parks, it’s all one kaleidoscope of color, a smudge of light and shadows.

It’s not like he can really focus on that though. Partly because all he can think of is her and partly because he’s absolutely wasted. Mostly her though. Definitely mostly her.

“Did you have a good time?” his voice slices through the comfortable silence.

“I always have a good time when I’m with you, silly boy. Did you?”

He rests his cheek against the smooth leather of her car seats and regards her with an infinite sense of wonder and adoration. In any other situation, this position would be deeply uncomfortable but he’s numb to anything but the beating of his heart and the strings that pull him towards his best friend.

“Obviously. Had my best girl with me. “

“Keeley?”

His eyebrows raise in confusion. “Keeley? No you numpty, you!”

“Me?”

“Why would you think I was talking about Keeley?”

He wishes he could see the look on her face. This is not a car conversation.

“Uh, she’s the only real adult relationship you ever had and you had a poster of her on your wall. Makes one think things. In fact, I believe that poster is still up.”

Jamie can’t help but scoff at her words. Not in a dismissive way necessarily but this whole conversation seems so silly to him. Yeah, he loved Keeley in a way and yeah she’s still one of his best friends but never has she come close to (Y/N). Keeley hardly ever got to see the real Jamie, the one that didn’t hide behind this larger-than-life footballer persona. (Y/N) met him before that persona even existed.

“Stop thinking things then. You’re my best girl, always.”

He still can’t see her face since she is looking at the road in front of them, but he can see the smile pulling the corner of her lips upwards, and for the moment that’s good enough for him.

Her car comes to a stop in front of Jamie's house but while he drags himself out of his seat, she stays put.

“What are you doing, love?”

“Dropping you off?”

“Are you not coming inside then?”

“Do you want me to come inside? We spent pretty much all week with each other, I thought you might be sick of me by now.”

A ridiculous thought if he’s ever heard one. He could never get sick of her. They could be glued to each other for the rest of eternity and he wouldn’t mind one bit.

Even in his drunk state of mind though, he realizes that’s not something he can tell her. That crosses out of friend territory. So he just chuckles and rolls his eyes.

“Do I want you to come in? What a dumb question is that? Of course, I do. I have a bag of those disgusting spicy crisps waiting for you in my kitchen.”

“In that case —”

10 minutes later they’re sitting on his couch, her legs across his lap, munching away at those god-awful crisps as some overly dramatic American home renovation show flickers across the TV screen.

In moments like these, love lives here. In these walls and on this couch. And it’s terrifying because thinking about love also makes him think of the possibility of losing it. But every once in a while, Jamie lets himself feel a tiny bit of it. Just enough to keep him going.

“Hey Jamie,” she speaks up, her face only illuminated by the light coming from the TV. She’s wearing his shirt and he wills himself not to focus too hard on that because that will cause images to ghosts through his mind that he can’t allow himself to ever think about. Images that cross every line ever drawn when it comes to friendships.

“Yes, love?”

“You’re my best boy too. Not sure I ever told you.”

He doesn’t answer, not in words at least. But he squeezes her legs as they rest on him, and he hopes she knows. Oh god if only she knew.

Jamie Tartt is hard to love. At least he thinks so. (Y/N) knows he thinks so because he let it slip once or twice when he was drunk and his words were all jumbled and his mind was all hazy.

And every damn time it breaks her fucking heart. Because loving Jamie Tartt is the easiest thing she ever did. It comes as natural as breathing. It feels like a nice ray of summer sun on her skin, sizzling and exciting and warm.

Loving Jamie is a gift.

Now if only there was a way she could make him realize that. But every time he lets himself be even a little vulnerable he is so quick to cover the cracks with stupid jokes or misplaced arrogance before a real conversation can happen.

She needs him to realize it though. To understand that loving him isn’t difficult. Because how can you tell someone you love them and make them understand just how much they mean to you when they deem themself unlovable?

Turning her head to the side she looks at his sleeping face. Somewhere between Fixer Upper and House Hunters, he fell asleep, leaving her alone with her thoughts. He’s snoring something awful but she still thinks he’s adorable. Jamie has a mischievous, lovable quality to him that just makes you open your heart to him whether you want to or not. Yeah, sure, he’s let people down, he’s done shitty things, but he’s trying. He’s learned and he’s changed and the price for being young and stupid and cocky should not be a life spent questioning if you deserve other people’s love.

Jamie Tartt is not hard to love. But loving him and not being able to tell him because he doesn’t love you in quite the same way, that’s just fucking cruel.

The air is loaded with static. Everyone is on the edge of their seat. (Y/N) is huddled in between Rebecca and Keeley, holding their hands and nervously biting at her lip. Emotions are running high as Richmond is playing Manchester. Correction — they’re not only playing them, they are kicking their asses.

It’s 2-0 for Richmond and they’re already 1 minute into the 3 minutes of additional time. If Manchester doesn’t get a miracle, Richmond wins. The thought of that makes a fluttery feeling spread in (Y/N)’s stomach. If this is how she feels, she can only imagine what Jamie must feel like.

1:30

2 minutes

2:30

3 minutes.

“Blow the whistle. Come on. Blow the fucking whistle.”

And as if he heard her pleading, the referee blows the whistle giving Richmond their win.

Laughter and cheers and songs fill the air as every Richmond fan is on their feet celebrating a win they so desperately wanted and that the team fought so hard for.

The win Jamie fought so hard for.

She tries to find him across the pitch but there are too many people, hugging and celebrating, too much noise. She just hopes he knows how proud she is.

And she hopes that somewhere out there his dad is watching. Sees him win, with the team he doesn’t approve of. Watches him succeed and be the man he never was and never will be.

She hopes somewhere deep in the inky black pit that is his heart, he finds a glimmer of pride for his only son, even if it comes entirely belated.

Jamie has won quite a few matches by now and it’s always a great feeling but some wins stand out. This is one of them.

His heart is filled with gratitude and pride, and his entire system is flooded with adrenaline and utter euphoria. He’s positively buzzing as the team gathers in the hallway leading toward the locker room. Some of them have been whisked away to give short post-match interviews — as if there is much to say other than how fucking awesome it feels to win — while the others are waiting for them to come back so they can all meet up at the locker room for some after match briefing.

“Superstar, you did it!”

Her voice carries through the hallway above the rest of all the noise. Like a siren calling out to him, she can’t hear anything but her, it all shifts into the background.

She weaves through the crowd like a fucking goddess in blue. He always thought she looked good in the Richmond colors and seeing her with his name on her back never fails to make his heart shutter with delight. But there’s something about today that makes this even more special.

Maybe it’s the adrenaline of winning. Of making his mom proud and proving his dad wrong. Of proving himself wrong. Maybe it’s seeing her in his kit, with his name and his number smiling that radiant smile of hers. Maybe it’s a combination of all these things. But something makes his brain short-circuit for a moment. Just a fleeting moment but long enough to make him push through the crowd until he’s standing in front of her, matching smiles on their faces. Just long enough for him to softly place one hand on her waist and pull her closer, so unbelievably close. Just long enough to cradle her face in his other hand, gentle and careful, like the most precious thing in the world. Long enough for him to place his lips on hers in a kiss so sweet, so long in the making, it feels surreal. It feels like he’s still stuck in his saccharine daydream.

And then reality snaps back and he pulls away, opening his eyes to a smiling (Y/N) staring back up at him through curious eyes.

“Silly boy, what was that?”

She doesn’t sound upset, in fact, his delusions might even make him think she sounds delighted.

“I — “

“Jamie, locker room. Let’s go, boy!”

Ted’s voice calls out to him all full of glee and jubilation. The guy sounds even more chipper than usual and that says a whole lot.

Pulling away from her feels like having a bubble suddenly popped. Every what-if that has been clouded by post-win euphoria suddenly bears their ugly head again. Sometimes Jamie wishes his thoughts weren’t so fucking loud all the time.

“Go, your coach is asking for you. I’ll see you at the after-party. We’ll talk then, yeah?”

Only they don’t because, for some inexplicable reason, Jamie avoids her like the plague.

Everyone is gathered at the bar for celebratory drinks, it’s a private function, just the team and family and associates. Spirits are high, everyone’s excited. And all things considered this night should be magical. Only it’s not, because once again Jamie refuses to let himself be loved.

Rejection tastes bitter. It’s sharp and metallic. Rejection also tastes quite a lot like tequila.

The salt, the lime, the liquor — it’s supposed to make her feel better. It’s supposed to mend the cracks in her heart, if only for a night.

It doesn’t do any of that, it only makes her fucking sad.

How foolish of her to believe that he’d feel the same, that he’d finally pick up on the hints she’s been dropping for over a decade and reciprocate the feelings. Maybe they never stood a chance anyway. Maybe —

No, actually fuck that.

He can’t do this, it’s unfair. You don’t kiss someone, not like that at least, and then ignore them for the rest of the night. Especially not when that person is your best fucking friend.

Bumping against people left and right, she makes her way across the room to stand next to a smiling Jamie deep in conversation with a pretty girl, who (Y/N) is quite sure is the sister of one of his teammates.

“I need to talk to you.” It’s not a request. Not this time. This conversation has been a long time coming. It’s time, she thinks, to finally be brave. One can only swallow down their feelings and emotions for so long, until they come bubbling to the surface like a fucking volcano rolling over Pompeii. She just hopes that once the dust settles there will be hope instead of death and destruction.

“Uh, kind of in the middle of something here.”

She can’t stand this part of him. This fake, unbothered cool guy who has no empathy for her or anyone other than himself. She hates it mostly because this is not the real Jamie, just some cardboard cutout version of him.

“Too bad, that'll have to wait.”

She doesn’t give him another second to resist or shake her off, just grabs onto his arm and pulls him through the crowd and towards the exit.

The nightly London air feels cold against her skin, making her shiver as goosebumps appear on her arms.

“What the fuck is going on with you?”

“What the fuck is going on with me?”

He can’t be serious.

“Yeah. I had something going there. She was well fit too.”

The urge to smack him across his stupidly handsome face is seriously fighting her desire to kiss him again right about now.

“Good for her but you owe me a conversation.”

“(Y/N), I — “

The way he rolls his eyes so dismissively, so suave and cool, it’s like a dagger straight to the heart.

“No, you know what — fuck you, Jamie. I know you have a hard time letting people in completely, and I get that that’s something you have to work through on your own time but the way you're treating me right now is really shit. You can’t kiss me like that and then run. I’ve been waiting for that fucking kiss for over a decade.”

“What?”

He looks at her with the signature Jamie Tartt look of confusion and innocence. Like a damn puppy or something. And if she wasn’t so annoyed, so hurt, maybe she’d find it endearing.

“I’m in love with you, Jamie. I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you. I’ve been in love with you since I was sat next to you in class and you asked me if Pythagoras was that French guy. I’ve loved you when you were just a chaotic teenager. I’ve loved you when you won your first game and when you lost. I’ve loved you when you signed your first contract and when you made a complete fool of yourself on that ridiculous tv show. And I love you now. So to think you finally picked up on it and reciprocate my feelings was — I was so happy, Jamie. Only for you to completely ignore me for the rest of the night. I don’t deserve that. Not from you of all people. “

“Will you let me talk?”

“No, I’m not done yet.”

“Alright, go on.”

“I love you, Jamie and I know you think I shouldn’t and that you don’t deserve it, but guess what? I don’t care. I love you anyway and I am not asking for permission to love you. That’s not how it works. And I don’t love you despite your flaws, I love them too. Even your stupid 2003 looking haircut and your ridiculous clothes that make you look like a male Bratz doll sometimes. Sorry people in your life made you feel like you had to earn it just because they couldn’t see how phenomenal you are. Just you, Jamie Tartt, messy little prick.”

Silence wraps around them like a thick blanket as a moment passes, then two. Jamie raises his eyebrows in question.

“Can I?”

“Yes, you can!”

“Jesus, alright. Stop yelling at me.”

“Well, I’m upset!”

“And I’m sorry about that. I never meant to upset you. Ever. I just — do you remember that one birthday, I think I turned 12, when me dad showed up and he was just being his usual asshole self and he made me play against him and then yelled at me in front of all the guests when he won? “

She sure does. Even at 12, she wanted to put her tiny little fist straight between Mr. Tartt’s eyebrows. “Yes.”

“You sat with me when I went to my room to escape. Refused to leave my side. Called my dad a wanker and you made me laugh. Then you got me a piece of cake and we ate it on my bed while watching Spongebob.” A smile plays on his lips as he reminisces about that day.

“I was 12 and I didn’t know a lot but I knew that night that I was in love with you and I immediately promised myself I wasn’t gonna do anything about it. Losing you is the scariest thing I can think about and my track record with people is pretty shit, honestly. So yeah I didn’t want to even risk fucking up with you. Rather have you as a friend than not have you at all.”

“So why did you kiss me earlier after all?”

“For one, you looked so fit in blue, with my name on your back. I was full of adrenaline and just so fucking happy. I uh — I think my mind was telling me that it’s finally time to be brave for once.”

Hearing him say it, it’s something she never expected but always hoped for. She’s played this scene out so many times in her dreams and yet she doesn’t know what to say or do now that it is actually happening.

“So what now?”

“Well, if you let me, I was gonna kiss you. Because if you think that other kiss was great, this next one is going to change your life.”

As those words fall from his lips, (Y/N) can’t get close to him quick enough. Pulling him towards her by the front of his shirt. Closer and closer until there is no room left between them and he gently nuzzles his nose against hers.

“Jamie Tartt?”

“Hmm?”

“Change my life!”

Jamie Tartt is hard to love. At least he thought so. And maybe a part of him still does and always will. But kissing (Y/N), his best girl, the fucking love of his life, it feels quite easy to let himself be loved.

Feels as easy as breathing. And for once in his life, the reality is so much sweeter than the daydream.

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alieinthemorning · 3 months

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Marital Duties [Xavier]

Content: Fluff, Suggestive Themes, Friends to Lovers, Fast Burn, POV Second Person

Pronouns: None

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You liked cooking. You wouldn’t say your food was anything to write home about, but it was good, and that’s all that mattered. It was also nice to see the smiles on your friends faces when they ate your food. It feels good to feed others.

However,

“This is really good.”

There was a certain friend of yours that was beginning to over stay his welcome.

“Next time, I think we should try this new recipe—” You placed your hands firmly on his shoulders as you pushed him toward the door.

“Yes, yes. We can talk more about it later.” You said quickly as you shoved him out into the empty hallway.

“Oh, yeah, sure.” He stumbled out the door from your harsh push, but he was quick to spin on his heel, “Oh, and—”

“I’ll see you at headquarters, Xavier.” You told him with a smile as you slammed the door in his face.

You quickly locked the door, waiting for the sound of retreating footsteps to finally becoming silent. You retreated to your bedroom, pointedly ignoring the mess in the kitchen (that was a problem for the you of tomorrow to deal with). You plopped down on your bed, the exhaustion of the day’s excitement finally catching up with you.

Or rather, the week’s excitement.

Ever since you helped him make those egg tarts, Xavier has been visiting just about every day for a meal or two or three, not that it bothers you that much anymore. In the beginning it took quite the toll on your wallet, but after a conversation with him, Xavier made sure the two of you made a trip to the grocery store every week with him footing the bill. But that man could eat. You could most likely make him a seven-course meal, and he’d ask for more.

You adore cooking for your friends, but this was beginning to become something more than cooking for a friend.

So the next day, when Xavier came over, you decided to make your problem known.

You shoved your left hand into his face. “Look at my hand. Tell me what’s wrong with it.”

He looked at it, turned it over and over. He even looked under your fingernails, but pouted when he found nothing. “…I don’t see anything.”

You pulled your hand back, tapping the finger by your pinky. “There’s no ring, Xavier.”

He tilted his head. “So?”

“So, because there’s no ring on my finger, I won’t keep cooking for you.” You crossed your arms with a huff. “You’re getting marital benefits, for friend prices.”

“I…” He paused, grabbing your hand and looking over it again. “Okay.”

You weren’t expecting that. “Huh?”

He just nodded, “Mmh. Come on, I’m starving.”

All you could do is follow him, as it seemed you were always doing. “…you’re always starving.”

It had been a few weeks since the ring situation, and it seemed like things had calmed down a bit.

How wrong you were.

Sitting in between the two of you, on the dining room table, was a white velvet box.

And within that box, was a ring.

…

He had taken you seriously.

You plucked the ring out of the box,

and slipped it on your finger.

Xavier was staring intently at his empty plate. “Hmmm…”

You tilted your head, “What’s up? Was the food not good?”

“No, of course not. Your food is always delicious. It’s just…” You wanted for him to continue, “…I feel like I’m not doing much as your husband.”

You chuckled. “We’re not actually married—” The look on his face, a firm pout, made you pause. “…yet.”

The pout was replaced with a small smile. “Yes, I know, but I don’t think it matters too much that if we call each other that.”

“Okay, so what’s the problem then?”

He sighed, looking off to the side. “I just feel like I’m not doing enough.”

You furrowed your brows. Xavier was doing more than enough. Yes, the two of you did skip right from friendship to marriage, but Xavier wasn’t doing anything. He continued buying your groceries, but he also put extra little treats in the cart for the two of you to share. You went on dates when you both shared a day off. You picked up little knick-knacks that reminded you of the other, leaving a bit of yourself in the other’s apartment. You didn’t know where this was coming from.

You reached across the table, placing your hand over his. “Xavier, you’ve given me everything.”

His cheeks flushed red. “…not everything…”

Oh.

You bit your lip, as you felt yourself flush at the implication. “Um, well, I—”

Finally, he looked at you.

And you really wished he hadn’t.

“I think I should change that…tonight.”

Your eyes widen. “T-tonight!?”

He smiled, standing up.

“Right now.”

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"Close," Aeon hisses out, and Swiss releases him immediately, laughing at the way Aeon flops back onto the bed, giving up supporting himself on his elbows, chest heaving while he brushes floppy hair off a sweaty forehead. He's in a similar state, worked up and way too sensitive.

"Unholy shit," Aeon breathes, sounding delighted and fucked-out, trying to steady the rise and fall of his chest. "How many are we at now?"

Swiss doesn't know. Too many times, and they're both far too high to remember the count. Their little game of how bad they can make it for each other relies on two things: one, the shared love of an exquisite, particular sort of misery, and two, how much or Mountain's greenhouse stash they can get away with pilfering.

It's something the others don't have the patience for. Not the way they do, at least. They're over the top with it. Unnecessary. It's delicious.

Just for fun, because Swiss loves having fun and why not, he reaches for Aeon's cock, throbbing in time with his heartbeat, and gets a few fingertips on the shaft before Aeon smacks his hand away, a stoned giggle bubbling up from his throat.

"Oh don't you dare," he warns. "Don't even look at it right now."

"Break time," Swiss nods, and rolls over to his nightstand, groping for the next joint. He already feels as though his body is moving through heavy syrup against a wicked current. His own erection, just starting to flag without any stimulation, rubs against the bed and reignites the heat settled low.

He lights the joint, and grabs the old coffee mug turned makeshift ashtray. Beside him, Aeon lays spread on his back, legs wide apart, cock lying heavy and blushing in the cut of his hip. His eyes are glassy and heavy lidded, lips red from the biting and slopping kissing.

"It's gonna take ages to go down," he admits, the corner of his mouth pulling back in a stupid smile, revealing a row of charmingly crooked teeth. Swiss takes a long, indulgent inhale, holds it, and without asking, leans in. Gets his full lips right against Aeon's and breathes out. Their noses bump, and Swiss is achingly aware of every nerve in his body, how bad the want is now.

He really has no idea how many times it's been, how many times they've brought each other close just to back off entirely. The breaks have gotten longer and longer, because they're so needy for it, so sensitive, that Aeon barely has to wiggle a fingertip underneath Swiss’s head before it's throbbing and pearling at the tip again. They've been at it for a while, that's what he knows. They'll be at it for a while longer, too. Until they've worked each other up where even they, with their endless well of patience, are ready to tear their hair out in frustration.

Aeon hums when Swiss pulls away. He can't open his eyes.

"You're so high," Swiss notes, adoring.

"Uh huh," Aeon smiles, reaching blindly with a hand for any bit of Swiss he can land on. He ends up pressing a palm to his chest, giving an absent pinch to the hair he finds there to make Swiss startle. "And I want more."

"Bet you do," Swiss says, and has to fight the urge to stroke himself. Looking at Aeon, seeing how sticky his own cock is- his self control is really something else. He can allow himself a little pat on the back for it.

"Swiss," Aeon mumbles, bringing his hands to his own chest, his nipples. Rubbing. His dick twitches against his stomach.

"Yeah?" Swiss asks, feeling woozy through the drugs and the scene he's looking at.

"Feed it to me," Aeon insists.

Swiss watches in slow motion how his narrow chest rises and falls when he places the joint to his lips. Exhales just as steady.

"Fuck, s'good," he slurs, tongue too thick in his mouth. He won't stop plucking at his nipples and Swiss has to shut his eyes when he takes his hit. Coughs a bit, taps the ash into the mug. "Gonna be all fucked up."

"You already are," Swiss says, kindly placing the joint against Aeon's mouth once more.

"You know, I keep," Aeon tries, and then starts laughing. "I keep forgetting where I am." He abandons his chest to rub at his eyes and Swiss can't help but laugh, too. He takes one final hit, a huge lung full, and has a terrible idea.

"You wanna cum?" he asks.

"Mm. Yes 'n no," Aeon says reasonably. He tries peeling his eyes open, a hand reaching for Swiss’s thigh. Ticklish fingers ghosting over the muscle.

"Finish it," Swiss says, holding up the rest of the joint, which is an awfully large amount left, for a ghoul as stoned as Aeon already is. Aeon's brow raises. "You can cum when it's gone."

Aeon pauses, considering.

"That's way too much for me," Aeon says, taking the joint and hitting it. Swiss hands him the mug. He sighs his exhale, and squirms. "S'gonna be too much, Swiss." He blinks stupidly up at him, meeting Swiss’s dopey grin with his own. "Gonna be all fucked up and helpless," he adds, wiggling his eyebrows. The thought is terribly enticing. He doesn't point out the obvious, that Aeon is already to that point.

He waits until Aeon's let his eyes fall shut yet again with the next drag before brushing the back of his hand up the shaft. Aeon chokes, and his cock flexes hard, bobbing up and hitting his belly.

"Oh," Aeon gasps, back arching before he can think about it. "Oh, yeah," he says, frowning and nodding. Swiss repeats and Aeon sucks on the joint, pain and pleasure carving into his features in equal measure. Swiss feels himself slip a little more offline as the hits he'd taken begin their slow creep into the folds of his brain. Mouth a little drier, if somehow that's possible. Balls aching more. He hurts in the best way.

"Fuck," Aeon says, sounding a little hysterical. He sounds happy, and unhinged. Swiss curls thick fingers around him, groaning when he feels Aeon's dick flex in his grip. "Dunno how long I can hold it in."

"Finish the joint," Swiss says sweetly. "Get all fucked up for daddy-"

Aeon howls with laughter.

"Daddy?" he bites out. Swiss grins, unrepentant.

"Finish the joint," he repeats, "and daddy'll make you cum."

Aeon collects himself, knuckles a few tears from his eyes, ashes into the mug much later than he should have. Setting the sheets on fire would be a real downer at the best of times.

"Okay, I'm goin'," Aeon says, and continues to smoke, pushing his hips up rudely unto Swiss’s hand. Looking progressively more and more lost. "What time is it?"

Swiss glances at the clock.

"We've been here two hours," Swiss says, a little stunned.

"No shit," Aeon says, and stubs the rest of the joint out inside the mug. "Well. Does daddy wanna make me squirt yet?"

"You wanna?"

"Yes and no," Aeon repeats and Swiss is grabbing the mug from him before he drops it. Sets it heavy onto the side table, and collapses alongside Aeon, who paws at his chest. He's far gone. Squirming and writhing all on his own. Swiss wants to hold him, choke him. Kiss him breathless and fold him in half. Pull a handful of his floppy hair and get him to whine. Swiss relents, leans forward and catches Aeon's mouth against his own. It's grossly uncoordinated and wet, licking at each other more than kissing, really. While he's distracted, he doesn't notice Aeon sneaking a hand to Swiss’s balls, cupping them. Swiss groans, and then Aeon's tickling the head with clumsy fingers.

"I'll kiss it after you make me cum," Aeon promises, lips brushing Swiss’s while he speaks.

"You can hardly kiss me now," Swiss says.

"Then I'll hold m'mouth open, you can fuck it," he suggests. Doesn't miss a beat. Swiss stares. Aeon holds his gaze steady for a moment, and then the corners of his eyes are wrinkling when he lets out another stoned giggle. "That what daddy wants?"

Swiss begins jerking him off in earnest, and Aeon cries out and clutches at the sheets.

Privately, Swiss considers if he can get away with ruining Aeon's orgasm.

That's something daddy wants.

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heehoonieluvs · 8 months

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Cooling Down

Sunghoon x reader

Slight angst, fluff, smut

The way that the members are depicted in this story has nothing to do with how they really are or how I feel they are. It is all solely for the storyline so please bear that in mind 🫶

I would also like to add that you are absolutely gorgeous and do not need to change anything about you. I know that speaking from experience, you could feel absolutely shit about yourself but you need to know that even though you may feel like you’re not enough, there are people out there, including me, who think that you are the most beautiful person ever. So keep your head held high pretty 🩵

Summary: You never would’ve thought that you could talk so openly to a man you had just met and slept with but he’s there to show you just how perfect you are

Warnings: MDNI, cursing, toxicity, body insecurities, body shaming, manipulative ex, oral (f & m receiving), squirting, unprotected sex, slight ass play (f receiving), size kink, strength kink, use of pet names (please do let me know if I need to add more warnings 🤍)

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It was safe to say that the hour that had just past at the gym was WILD. You and Sunghoon had been going round after round ever since your workout had finished and it had ended with you giving him the suck of his life in the gym shower. The sight of him above you with his mouth wide open, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and steamy water dripping down his sculpted body made it so tempting for you to initiate another round. But he had promised to make you see the heavens once you got to his place so there was no way you were delaying that.

Luckily it was close to closing time and Sunghoon, having worked at the gym, knew that no one would be using the changing rooms at this time. So the two of you came out of the same shower cubicle to dry off and change into you comfortable clothes. Being the gentleman that he was, he brought a fluffy towel and helped you to dry off (definitely not because he wanted to admire every detail of your goddess-like figure up close for a bit longer).

His fingers were so delicate as he patted your body dry, and you could feel the the warmth of his stare as he admired each area he dried. As he got down to your breasts, he looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes before leaning down and sucking lightly on your right nipple. You let out a gasp as he let go of it with a pop and he stuck his tongue out to flick at it. He repeated it on your left nipple before kneeling down to dry your lower body.

He started at your feet and went up both of your legs. Sunghoon was the type to savour things and save the best for last. So as he dried your thighs, he moved his face to align with your pussy.

“Can you spread your legs for me slightly pretty girl?” His voice sounded like velvet as he asked.

He softly brushed the towel between your legs starting from your ass to your pussy while sticking his tongue out, almost as to catch a bit of your essence on his tastebuds. He was having an internal battle with himself before he buried his face between your thighs and took a deep inhale. Your scent made him feel like his head was in the clouds

“*sniff* God the smell of your fresh pussy is so addictive *sniff* I can’t wait to make a mess out of it again with my cum *sniff*” he moaned out between each inhale

You whined at his teasing and he ran his nose on your bud before moving away and standing up. The two of you leaned in and interlocked lips. Unlike before, this kiss was a lot sweeter as you took your time savouring each others lips. You were about to pipe up before your stomach rumbled, making him chuckle

“Looks like we need to feed that monster in your belly huh princess? There’s a convenient store on the way to mine so we can pick something out there” he tapped your ass before telling you to get ready

At the convenient store

You were so relieved that the store wasn’t that far from the gym. Any longer and you would’ve thrown a fit or swallowed Sunghoon’s dick but hey, we all get hangry every so often. You picked out everything you had been craving to eat with Sunghoon following behind carrying a basket for the both of you. When the two of you went to pay, you got your card out but Sunghoon quickly went to stop you

“Hey, it’s on me” he said with an adorable smile

You weren’t one to back down though. It didn’t feel fair for him to pay for your items so you tried to fight and swipe your card (which obviously didn’t not work against Sunghoon’s strong arms). The lady checking out your items looked at the both of you fondly before saying

“Ah aren’t you two such a sweet couple. It’s so nice to see and I can tell you’re both made for each other”

You were speechless at her comment but it still made you blush at the thought of you and Sunghoon being together

“Oh w-“

“Thank you so much ma’am she’s honestly the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes upon” Sunghoon quickly interjected

You looked at him in shock but he turned to you with so much adoration to the point where you had yourself questioning how quick the both of you had moved. The way you guys were already acting felt like you had been with him for years, even though you didn’t, considering you had literally just met today and barely knew anything about him.

You both thanked the cashier and sat down at a vacant table to eat your food. Since it was so quiet with the odd few customers coming in and out, you thought it would be the best time to get to know a bit more the handsome man in front of you.

“So how come you decided you wanted to become a PT?”

“Well since I was a kid, I did figure skating but after a few years, I realised that I wanted to pursue dancing instead. I really wanted to keep on top of my physique to improve my stamina and I’m basically at the gym whenever I’m free so I thought why not get a job there so I could work out and get some money from it? Hopefully, I can get some money saved up so my friends and I can open up a dance studio”

You were in absolute awe as Sunghoon told you about himself. It now made sense how he carried himself with so much confidence and grace

“That’s amazing! I’m absolutely terrible at skating even though it looks so fun. It’s like watching a baby deer learning how to walk” you laughed

Seeing the way his face lit up at your interest in skating made your heart flutter

“I can teach you! It’s been a while since I’ve skated but I’ve been dying to go again. I’d love if you would come with me as well? And I promise I’ll keep you safe from falling” he said with such enthusiasm

You can save me from falling on my ass but nothing’s saving me from falling for you 😩

“Ok I guess since you promised” you sighed with a smile on your face “but you also have to show me some of your dance moves as well”

“Yes! I’m telling you now, you won’t regret it pretty”

You guys had fallen into a long conversation, talking about how he’d been training with 6 of his friends to create a dance group called Enhypen and that they all dreamed of buying a studio to teach kids dance. You had also talked about your current job and how you were also juggling uni alongside it. Everything came so naturally that each conversation lead to a new topic so fluently.

“Just out of curiosity, and if you don’t feel comfortable talking about it I completely understand, but how come you hang out with those two friends of yours. They’re not exactly that pleasant and it’s shocking, especially to be hanging out with such a precious angel like you” he asked with concern. He had seen how uncomfortable your so called friends made you feel during the workout session and how they’d make rude comments disguised as pathetic jokes to “impress” him. Thinking back to it pissed him off as he saw the way you curled into yourself every time they chimed up.

You didn’t think that Sunghoon had picked up on what was happening as it was normal for other people to laugh along with your friends and sometimes have a jab themselves despite not knowing you. Now knowing that not only did Sunghoon notice your struggles, but that he was taking your side just gave you another reason to fall for him

“If I’m being completely honest, it’s because they’re all I have. Ever since I ended things with my ex, they stuck by me. Yes they make the odd few jabs, but I’ve been through worse and I would rather take that than be alone. My ex would make comments on the way I acted, the way I looked, and controlled what I could or couldn’t do. He would make me feel like the smallest person ever but end it with him telling me that he did it out of love and that no one would be able to fix me the way he did. I can’t look at myself without feeling disgusted at what looks back at me and they all know that. Amy and Lily do make fun of the way I look and how my body looks different to theirs, but I can’t be a hypocrite and act like I don’t see the same flaws in me.” You could feel the tears stinging your eyes and your voice getting choked up as you poured your inner demons out to Sunghoon. You didn’t expect to suddenly tell him the things you had kept to yourself for years, but he made you feel so safe and comforted that it felt right.

Sunghoon couldn’t believe the words that had just come out from your beautiful lips. How could anyone look at a goddess like you and break you down to think you’re anything less than perfect? How could anyone be so cruel to take advantage of you and your kindness? He wanted nothing more than you protect you from the evil of the outside world and coddle you with all of the love that you deserved. He knew that he wasn’t the best in expressing his thoughts in words so he pulled you towards him and caged you into the comforting of his arms. He rubbed up and down your arms whilst pressing kisses to your temples.

He didn’t say anything, yet you could feel the thousands of words he expressed through his actions alone, and that’s all you craved for. At this point, you had cried enough over what your ex and “friends” had put you through, so it was easy for you to suck up your tears and cuddle up to him. You knew he’d be there to hold you if you broke down in tears but now you were tired of letting their voices pierce your mind. It would take some time to get over, but you were willing to let go for Sunghoon.

He pressed your foreheads together and squeezed his eyes shut to prevent his own tears from showing

“I am so sorry that you had to be around such horrible people and I wish that I could just remove those memories and burn them. I know we just met each other today and I never thought I’d fall for someone so fast, but from the moment I saw you, I just knew that I needed to get to know you. I meant what I said to that lady earlier that you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on. And if you’ll give me the chance, I will make you feel like the princess that you’re meant to be. You won’t ever have to worry about anyone hurting you again” you could hear the way he choked up as he poured his heart out to you.

“I’m so scared Sunghoon. Apart from them, I have no one else. I moved away from my family for my education and I just feel so alone” At this point your tears had started to spill over and Sunghoon used his thumb to wipe them away before pressing a kiss to your forehead and each of your damp cheeks

“But you have me beautiful girl. And you have my friends. No you haven’t even met them, but they will absolutely adore you and I know you will adore them too. We can be the friends and family that you need and deserve. You don’t ever have to feel alone when you’re with me my princess” he carried on comforting you with small kisses over your face.

It felt so surreal that he had made you feel so loved having barely knowing you compared to how shit the people who had been in your life longer made you feel.

As he carried on using his thumb to stroke over your cheekbones and lips, he mumbled “Do you still want to come over to mine? I know you might feel tired so I can take you back to yours instead? Don’t feel pressured because I’m asking princess. You do whatever makes you feel better”

“Take me to yours. Please”

Time skip

The two of you stumbled into his apartment and could barely keep your hands off of each other. Sunghoon was desperate to feel your lips against his as he pinned you to the wall of the entrance

“You gonna let me make you feel good princess?” He panted

“Yes please daddy” you respond with glossy eyes

The pure look in your eyes made him go feral as he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. He gripped your ass as you guys carried on making out and he made his way to his room

He gently lowered you onto his plush sheets and stood up to admire your beauty. The way your hair fanned out across his pillows and how your gorgeous eyes looked up at him with so much desire, he couldn’t hold back any more.

He grabbed his collar and lifted his shirt off and climbed over you to kiss you again. The addiction he had to kissing you was something he was sure he’d never recover from and was happy to live with. He wanted you to feel his passion through the kiss, as if it was a signal to tell you how perfect you are. And you were definitely receiving it.

“Sit up for me doll-face, daddy wants to strip you”

Each article of clothing that he removed from your body was followed by multiple kisses to the areas exposed. As he finally got you naked, he took his time admiring the masterpiece presented in front of him

You felt yourself burning up from his stare so you whined at him “Baby please do something”

That seemed to have woken him from his daze and he instantly went to work with kissing down your body. Between each kiss, he’d mumble a praise to you as if he was trying to hypnotise you so you can see yourself the way he sees you.

Perfect

He nuzzled his nose into your pubic bone before letting a breath of warm air fan over where you needed him the most. The tingling feeling caused you to squeeze your legs together to relieve yourself. Sunghoon tutted and grabbed your knees to spread your legs apart

“Uh uh princess, don’t shy away from me now. Let me admire all of you”

As he stared at your centre, he leaned down and started making out with your bottom lips. He treated your pussy as if he was making out with it. It was so sloppy and messy that when he pulled away, a string of saliva mixed with your arousal attached from his bottom lip to your pussy. He gathered his saliva and spat onto your soaking centre before going back in and running his tongue over the length of your pussy.

“Please fuck me. I can’t take it anymore” you moaned out

When he rose up from his little make out session with your pussy lips, he gave you a taste of your juices as he put his hands down his joggers and pumped his length a few times. You looked down at the erotic sight and dragged his joggers and boxers down in desperation.

The two of you locked eyes when you replaced his hands and aligned him with your soaking hole. You then placed both of your hands on his ass and pushed him into you. As an attempt to keep it down, Sunghoon kissed you and you both moaned into each other’s mouths. He started to take over and grind himself deeper and harder

“Fuck baby squeeze me harder” he groaned out

You ran your nails down his back, dragging another delicious moan from him. Wanting to feel even more of you, he pulled you up so you were sat in his lap and pulled you back and forth on his girth.

“Bounce for me. Ride my cock princess” he gritted his teeth in concentration as he watched his length disappear into and left a wet ring at the base.

When he pulled you so your chests made contact, he pressed on your lower back to make you arch and stick your ass out. He squeezed your ass cheeks before bringing his right middle fingers to circle around your puckered rim. The sensation made you squeeze even harder which pushed him to tickle around your rim even more.

“Are you gonna let me eat your ass again baby? You wanna feel my hot tongue fuck your tight asshole?”

His filthy words gradually pushed your orgasm to build up so you started to vigorously grind on him. Sunghoon grabbed your cheeks and brought you into another wet kiss and moaned against your mouth

“I’m gonna cum. Fuck I’m gonna cum baby. Cum with me my angel”

As you tongues swirled against each other, you both came together and started twitching from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. You carried on moaning into each other’s mouths as you made out, not wanting the feeling to end

Before you could get a breather, Sunghoon slipped out of you and picked you up as he stood up

“I’m not done with you yet beautiful”

You squealed as all of a sudden, he lifted you so your legs were over his shoulders and his face was directly in your pussy. He used his bedroom wall to support your back and so you didn’t move too much from pleasure.

Without any sort of warning, he sucked onto your pulsing clit. The suction caused a feeling like an electric shock to run through your body and it felt like he wasn’t going to let go. He moaned at your taste but needed to taste even more to feed his addiction to you.

He released your abused clit before proceeding to tongue fuck your pussy. Everything started to feel so overwhelming so you started to beg him to slow down

“Please. More gentle please baby” you screamed and pulled his hair to try and move his mouth away. But it was almost impossible.

He moaned out a quick “uh uh” as you tugged at his roots

So instead, he brought his fingers up to your entrances and fingered your whilst returning his mouth onto your clit. Now you felt the urgent need to cum again but it was a familiar feeling to what you felt at the gym earlier. You resorted to gripping onto his hair and humping his face.

“Are you gonna cum sweetheart? Squirt for daddy. Come on, I know you can do it. That’s a good girl” he growled into your cunt

“Oh fuck daddy YES” you screamed as your juices sprayed all over him

His stuck his tongue out to catch as much of your squirting juices as possible before drinking it all up and licking at your entrance

“You’re so good for me baby, I’m so proud of you” he cooed at you as he slowly lowered you and brought you back to his soft bed

The both of you laid on his sheets as you tried to catch you breath. Sunghoon whispered into your lips between pecks about how well you did for him and it made you feel a certain warmth that you haven’t felt in a while. The way he stared at you made you feel so wanted and adored and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. He carried on stroking your hair as he spoke up

“Would it sound desperate if I ask you out on a date for tomorrow? I just cannot resist you and I really want to be there for you whenever you need someone. I want to be there to remind you of just how perfect you are and if you’d let me, I’d love to prove that I’m serious about getting to know all of you. I might be moving quicker than most people would but I just feel like being with you feels right. Would you give me the chance? Please baby?” He begged with the most adorable puppy eyes

You knew after the way he made you feel not only physically, but mentally, that there was no way you were letting him go. He made you feel like the most perfect being in the world. And even the way he looked at you, you could already feel yourself falling even more.

“Of course I’m willing to give us a shot handsome. I would never forgive myself if I didn’t get to know you. Is there anywhere specific you want to go tomorrow?” Your cheeks started to slightly ache as you smiled at the sweet boy. His adorable smile partnered with his sweet eye smile just made you want to kiss and cuddle him forever

“How about ice skating? There’s an ice rink that just opened about 20 minutes away! And it’s close to some nice restaurants so we can grab some food from there” he spoke with so much enthusiasm as he got excited about ice skating

He was so irresistible and you really wanted to see how he was on the ice rink so it was a no brainer to accept his offer

“I’d love to go ice skating. Do you promise you’ll keep me from falling over? I’m not trying to embarrass myself in front of my cute date you know” you smirked as he blushed from you calling him cute

“I promise I will protect you from everything sweetheart. I might even hold your hands” he flirted back

“Well then who am I to say no?”

He laughed at your comment which flashed his dimple. You brought your finger up to poke at it and he covered your tiny hands with his to interlock them

“Do you wanna stay the night with me? I can run us a bath and you can use my clothes to sleep in” he so desperately wanted to see how adorable and fuckable you would look in his clothes so he was going to start early

“Us huh?” You teased

“Of course ‘us’ baby, I’m not gonna pass up an opportunity to see your soaking body covered in bubbles. Especially those tits”

Your jaw dropped from his vulgar words. With a chuckled and a soft slap on his bicep, you sighed “Fine, I guess I’ll have a nice bubbly bath with you handsome”

He let out a tiny giggle before running out to run a bath for the two of you. As the water started running, he returned quickly and swept you up bridal style

“You bath awaits you m’lady”

The both of you laughed together as you enjoyed the rest of your evening full of love and hope for a beautiful relationship to bloom in the near future

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Author’s note: Ahhh I hope you enjoyed part 2 🤗 my brain is honestly fried after writing all of this but I hope it was worth the wait!

I know this fic touched on toxic people and body issues but I want you all to know that you are loved and should never change for people who aren’t worth it 🩵

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my work! Please look forward to more in the future 🫶

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