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dilemmaontwolegs · 5 months

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i know u have a gazillion requests but what if we spice up that Carlos fic? if you decide to do a pt 3. maybe Carlos is once again is frustrated because of the penalty after a good quali and has sex with Rebecca cuz he can't find the model. a lil angst

It’s no secret, I’m in an angsty kinda writing mood at the moment 😅 I also forgot who was meant to be the toxic one...and now it's both of them.

Lady in Red (3) || CS55

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, cheating, manipulation WC: 1.5k

One || Two || Three || Four

You had been called away to work just before qualifying finished. You and half a dozen other models were asked to stand behind the top three drivers and wave feather fans for the cameras while an Elvis impersonator pumped out his signature dance moves.

From your position you could see the frustration on Carlos’ face. He had qualified second fastest yet he was going to have to start from 12th on the grid. You weren’t the only person in the area upset by the 10 place penalty and the Ferrari supporters were making their opinion known as they chanted for Carlos.

“Alright, sweethearts, we need you over at the Bellagio for some promo shots and then you’re free for the night,” one of the headset-clad organisers said to the group you were with before checking her watch. “Or should I say morning.”

The drive back from the Bellagio to the paddock seemed to take hours with the road closures and checkpoints, but finally you made it back. Knowing Carlos would be waiting somewhere for you, you scanned each floor to find him before heading straight to the top.

“Fuck, mi amor, this is what I need,” Carlos moaned.

You froze at the sordid scene you had walked in on. Neither one saw you in the doorway of the darkened room, their backs to you as Carlos bent Rebecca over the desk and pounded into her. He curled her hair around his fist and pulled back so to expose the pleasure painted on her face.

You didn’t even notice you were crying until a droplet fell from your cheek to land on your breast, the feather girl outfit he enjoyed on full display. You suddenly hated how exposed you felt in the ridiculous costume. It was almost as ridiculous as you - for thinking a man like him could change.

“Take it, cariña, take it,” he stammered as you recognised the pinch of his brow. He was close. He was close to finishing and you were more than done with seeing it.

You were conscious of your footsteps as you retreated from the room and descended downstairs. You just needed to make it to your dressing room so you could get your stuff and go.

“Hey,” Charlotte called out as she caught your arm and pulled you to a stop with a friendly smile. “Carlos was looking for you earlier. Did you find him?”

“Yeah, I did,” you whispered, quickly wiping the tears from your cheeks. “Don’t bother drafting up the breakup post.”

Her smile dimmed as confusion replaced it. “What breakup post?”

“Huh,” you laughed humorlessly as you shook your head at your stupidity. “The one Carlos clearly didn’t talk to you about. God, I am a fucking idiot.”

You left the track, heading straight back to your hotel room and before you even reached the room you saw Carlos’ name come up on your phone. You sent him straight to voicemail, again and again.

You barely slept as you thought about how humiliated you felt. You wanted to get him back but you weren’t innocent yourself. You knew your career would be over if you outed the relationship you had with Carlos, even if it made you feel better momentarily. No, you weren’t going to bloody your hands for him, there was already a stain on your soul for what you had knowingly done.

You were a survivor and you were smarter than your recent actions showed. You knew things about Carlos that he had been foolish enough to share in the unburdened state that came after sharing his bed. You were going to use it to your advantage and do what you did best, be the envy of every man.

You had turned your phone off when you arrived at the paddock for the race but it was going to be impossible to ignore Carlos when you were assigned to the Ferrari team.

“Stacy, swap with me?” you begged as she waited for Charles to escort him to the grid. “Pleeeease.”

“Whatever, French boys aren’t my thing anyway,” she said with a grin before heading next door to Carlos’ side.

“I’m not French,” Charles corrected as he stepped out of his room. “I’m Monégasque.”

“Today, you’re pole,” you said with a grin as you offered your elbow out to him. “Ready to go?”

You didn’t glance in Carlos’ direction as you accompanied Charles out onto the grid. You didn’t even have to fake enjoying the company as you found the Monégasque had a good sense of humour and made you laugh the entire way.

From the slamming of Carlos’ car door you knew you were getting to him. Carlos’ fear was losing to his team mate and he was sick of always being compared to Charles Leclerc.

Carefully angling the feather fan to hide your faces from the jealous driver, you leant in and wished Charles good luck for the race. To the fans, you were clearly talking, but to Carlos? He would always think the worst.

Charles was high with adrenaline when he arrived at the Bellagio after coming second place. It wasn’t the win he was obviously hoping for but you could see how happy he was with the result.

“So, you like Charles now, huh?” Stacy whispered as she stood as you did, a fake smile on your faces as you lined the interview stage.

You cast her a quick side glance and winked. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“I know why you wanted to swap, Carlos acts like a fucking baby. He practically trashed his garage after Charlotte spoke to him about something. God, I wish I could have heard what that conversation was about.”

“Hmm, me too,” you said with a sick sense of delight as the interviews wrapped up. “Oh, finally, almost time to party.”

“You must be happy, proving Carlos wrong,” you teased Charles as you escorted him back to the Rolls Royce he arrived in.

His steps faltered and he slowed his walk as his other podium finishers drifted further ahead. “What do you mean?”

“Well, he’s been telling everyone how much better a driver he is compared to you,” you stated with a shrug. It was an exaggeration, you had overheard him complaining to his father in the garage. “But you showed him.”

“A better driver?” Charles scoffed. “He is full of shit.”

He seemed to be in deep contemplation as he walked silently, until he reached the car and turned to you. “You should come to the after party.”

Carlos had already added you to the invite list but you smiled and batted your lashes as Charles. “Are you asking me?”

He blushed and laughed at himself as he nodded. “Would you like to come to the after party with me?”

“You don’t have a girlfriend do you?”

“No,” he laughed warmly. “I wouldn’t be asking to take you if I did.”

“Then I would love to go with you.” You gave him your room number that was conveniently in the same hotel as him, since both Ferrari drivers stayed in the same one.

You already had the perfect dress waiting in your room and as you stood in front of the mirror you had to admit you looked stunning. The red dress was tailored to your body and the plunging neckline was risque and exactly what you envisioned it to be. You couldn’t wait to see Carlos’ face when you walked into the party on his teammate's arm.

“Hey,” you greeted as you opened the door after the knock, but it wasn’t who you expected to see on the other side. “Carlos, what are you doing here?”

His jaw fell slack, lips parting, as his eyes trailed down your body. “Mios dios, hermosa.”

You held your hand out, planting it on his chest as he stepped forward to kiss you. “Woah there, buddy, not happening.”

“Why not? Why have you been ignoring me?” he asked with genuine confusion.

“I saw you fucking Rebecca last night after Qualifying.”

He looked a little sheepish as he scratched the back of his heated neck. “I couldn’t find you.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better when you call her ‘mi amor’ too?”

“I didn’t mean it, I-I was thinking about you,” his eyes widened as his voice went up a pitch. “I swear.”

You nodded sympathetically as you rubbed his arm. “Of course, like you were thinking about me when you didn’t have that chat with Charlotte. Yeah, I know you didn't, so just go back to your girlfriend.”

“But I want you,” he pouted as he bowed his head and looked up with big brown puppy dog eyes.

“But I don’t want you. Not anymore.” You gave him a push and he ceded the space in your doorway as the elevator across the hall opened and Charles stepped out looking good in a pair of jeans and a fitted shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow. “Hey handsome,” you greeted him with a smile as you grabbed a black clutch with your phone and money. “Perfect timing.”

“You are breathtaking,” he said after a few blinks to recover from the sight of you. He smiled as he brushed past Carlos to kiss your cheek, ignoring the Spaniard completely. “Ready to go, chérie?”

You took his hand and sent a dark smile in Carlos’ direction as you passed by. “See you around, red man.”

Click here for part four.

#carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz x reader #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 x reader #formula one imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine

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ayvnari · 9 months

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bloodied lips

rhea ripley x f!reader

After losing her fight, she seeks her girlfriend out to blow off some steam.

word count: 1.8k

(incomplete bc idk if its good)

18+!!

warnings : rhea taking her anger out on you, mean-ish rhea, cursing, smoking, mommy rhea, pure smut, oral r!recieving and r!giving, fingering r!recieving, teasing, edging, slight sadism/ masochism, thigh riding, bad girl good girl type, degredation/ praise kink, rough fucking, strap usage, cowgirl, mirror stuff, somewhat bratty reader, idk what else just really slutty

note: this is about the summer slam 2021, rhea ripley vs. nikki a.s.h vs. charlotte flair, also this is my first time writing smut that wasn't a jokey joke so erm!!! and theres barely any plot, mostly just smut bc.

if you asked me a year ago, i never would have imagined myself front row at the summer slam, but yet i was here.

i watched rhea walk into the ring, she practically demanded respect with her presence. and god knows i would give it to her. i couldn't believe i was watching my girlfriend walk into a ring.

of course, i've seen it plenty of times, but i could never get enough of it. and the best part was that she was always the most riled up after winning a good match.

but, what i didn't expect was the complete opposite. not only did she not win, she failed miserably. i winced at every blow she suffered, nikki and charlotte were not holding back.

everytime rhea looked at me in the crowd i blew her a kiss, that would usually pick her spirits up. but she was far too angry to care about me, or anyone for that matter, all she cared about was winning this fight.

after the fight, i waited back in her dressing room for rhea. i was sitting at her vanity, watching the next fight on the tv in the corner of the room. she walked in fuming.

curses spilled out of her mouth.

"that fucking bitch , using those cheesy ass moves , fucking bitch!" she yelled, her australian accent booming through the room. she kicked one of the chairs, before glaring at herself in the mirror.

i jumped as she kicked the chair, i furrowed my eyebrows. "rhea?" i said, my voice calm as i tried to hopefully calm her down.

she looked at me, but it wasn't the normal, loving look she gave me before the match, it was a death glare.

i gulped, before taking a deep breath. "lets calm down, okay? i mean... it cant be that bad." i smiled sheepishly. "there's always next ti-"

"no, there isn't a fucking next time y/n!" she yelled. " i spent fucking months training for this fight and i couldn't do shit, so don't tell me about next time, i don't need a fucking pep talk." rhea clenched her fists, running her hands over her head as she paced around the room.

i stayed quiet, looking down.

"get over here." she told me, i just looked up at her.

"i said, get the fuck over here, y/n. im not in a good mood." she said, wiping the blood off her lips as she stared at me, her voice eerily calm.

i got up from the vanity that i sat in, i looked up at rhea, she could be terrifying when she was pissed. i took small steps towards her, before she grabbed me by the back of my neck.

my eyes widened as she pulled me into a kiss. my face flushed a deep crimson as she bit my lip harshly. i was used to rhea being a bit rough, but i couldn't help but be surprised when i felt a sharp, burning pain on my lip, and blood trickled from my lip onto her own.

she pulled back, rubbing her thumb over my bottom lip, smudging the blood on my lips. she licked the blood of her lips, her eyes filled with anger and lust. almost as a warning of what was to come if i didn't obey her.

"take your clothes off." rhea demanded. my eyes widened. we had never done anything like this in such a public place, nevermind outside our bedroom. even if it was her dressing room, we both knew that her coach would be in here any minute now to reprimand her.

"rhea you can't be seri-"

"off. now."

i looked down, it was clear i wasn't gonna get a word in. "but-"

she grabbed me roughly. "y/n, im not in the fucking mood right now for your bratty shit. just do as i say, now take. it. off." i knew i should be scared of her, but the wetness in my panties were telling me otherwise.

i knew i shouldn't tease her, but i couldn't help myself. i turned my head to the side and crossed my arms.

"no."

rhea's eyes turned a dark shade of red, she growled. "what the hell do you mean, 'no'?!" she yelled. my eyes widened at her tone, gosh she was such a turn on when she was angry.

"i said no! i don't wanna, i wanna finish watching the fight." i huffed, before sitting down on a nearby couch, ignoring rhea entirely. i could practically feel her staring at the back of my head, her eyes like lazers.

i heard her breathing increase, i was surprised steam wasn't coming out of her ears. i knew she wasn't gonna let this behavior slide, and that only excited me more.

i heard rhea walk out, slamming the door behind her. she was pissed.

by the time we got back into her car to leave, rhea couldn't keep her eyes off of me, she was practically begging for my attention, and i didn't listen to her.

"y/n. look at me." she demanded, she was still pissed about her fight, and even more pissed that i wasn't paying her any mind.

"you know what? okay." that was all rhea said. my eyes widened and i looked at her, but rhea was already pulling out of the parking space.

did i fuck up? no.

i looked at the smirk that adorned her face, she had something planned, and i was completely unprepared.

the second we got back to her apartment, she pushed me up against the wall and gripped my hair, pulling my head to look at her. she gripped me tight, i winced in pain, her large hand was a blessing and a cruse. i felt her hand unbuckle my belt and unzipping my jeans. she roughly stuck her hands into my jeans, her large, calloused fingers tracing me through my panties.

i let out a shaky breath. "rhea..." i whined, i couldn't ignore her when her hands were on me, it was impossible.

"shut the fuck up." rhea glared at me. "you wanted to be a fucking brat? i'll treat you like a brat." she scoffed, a smirk played at her lips. if i weren't so turned on i probably would have punched her.

she wrapped her large hands around my waist, and picked me up like i weighed nothing. she threw me over the shoulder and took me to our bedroom.

she pushed me into the room, standing me in front of the large closet mirror.

"look at me." her voice caught me off guard and my eyes caught hers in the mirror, i felt a shiver run down my back as she glared at me.

she smirked, and started unbuckling my jeans, pulling them down roughly. they pooled at my feet as she forced a hand in my underwear, her calloused fingers running over my slit.

"god, fucking slut..." she cooed. i closed my eyes, and she bit my ear roughly. "you've been acting like such a bitch all day, you wanted this didn't you?"

i looked at her in the mirror, pleading for her to touch me. every touch of hers felt like heaven, and i needed more.

she scoffed. "what do you want?" she raised her chin up, tilting her head. god, i loved when she did that.

my words caught in my throat, i felt her thumb slowly graze my skin, and I felt my knees become weak.

"use your words." her voice was husky and demanding.

"i... i..." my words didn't seem to want to come out of my mouth.

rhea began to get frustrated, she pulled her hand out of my underwear, and gripped my waist, pulling it towards her. she roughly pushed me against the mirror, her hands the only things holding me up as my cheek smushed against the glass.

my heavy breath fogged up the mirror, as I looked back towards rhea, whos grinded her hips against me. "tell me what you want." she repeated, her hand inching up my shirt before roughly gripping one of my breasts.

i let out a surprised yelp. "rhea... i... i want you... please..." i begged, my voice was hoarse and whiny, i wasn't proud of it but at this point i couldn't care less.

"im pissed, y/n." she growled. "i wanted you to help me, and instead you gave me back talk then completely ignored me. do you really expect me to touch you?" she said, her voice was mocking, i could practically hear her smirk.

i should be mad, but i couldn't help the wet spot that formed on my underwear.

rhea let out a groan of frustration, sitting on the bed. she was manspreading as she glared at me, leaning back on her arms.

"so do it yourself."

my breath hitched at her words. "rhea... please i can't-"

"do it. you really wanna keep pissing me off?" she threatened.

i let out a small sigh, my eyes glazed over. she pulled me down on her leg, looking up at me.

i bit my lip, looking at her. her words repeated in my head

do you really wanna keep pissing me off?

my cooter wooter ached at her words. i moved my hips, moving them back and forth on her thigh.

i bit my lip and let out a soft moan.

she sat there watching me, clearly amused by the predicament she put me in.

I held onto her shoulders, rutting my hips on her thigh, the feeling of her denim jeans drove me crazy. god, and that look in her eye. it made me feel so powerless.

i felt that familiar knot in my stomach, i hid my face in the nook of her neck. i rocked my hips, they began to ache as i tried to chase my high.

"rhea... please... im so close... im gonna-" i was suddenly knocked off balance by rhea bouncing her leg, my orgasm fading away from me.

"i don't think you deserve it." rhea said, glaring at me.

i looked up at her, my lip trembling. "rhea please... i'll do anything!" i cried into her chest.

rhea sighed, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket and lighting it, she took a drag and blew it in my face, her black lipstick staining the paper casing.

"go get it." she said, before taking another drag, the tip of the cigarette lighting a bright red as she did.

i felt relief at those words, was she gonna finally give me what i wanted?

i got up from her lap, my legs shaky from my previous denial, my core still aching from the loss. i opened the closet, and picked up a box. i opened it, pulling out a large, black, 7inch strap-on.

i practically drooled at the thought of rhea ruining me with it.

i walked back over to her, she snatched it out of my hand, before pulling down her jeans, she put it on and looked at me.

she grabbed me by my hair, pushing me down between her legs. she pushed it against my lips, practically growling at me.

"suck it."

i cant finish this just take this i dont know if it's good or not so erm!

#rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x you #wwe rhea ripley #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley fanfiction #bro its not even done #its so bad #wtf

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milfswriter · 6 months

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Can I request Daddy Dom Rhea/Submissive Fem!Reader where Reader comes home from a big match that she lost and Rhea comforts her please?

Loss

Rhea Ripley x Reader Summary: You lose your title match against Charlotte, Rhea’s there for you.

Notes and warnings: r’s kinda miserable, comfort, slight daddy kink, not my best writing tbh, mentions of smut, kinda short

(that squishy little face of hers is making wanna pinch her cheeks!!)

You slammed the door of the hotel room shut, throwing your duffel bag across the room. You were livid, to say the least. You knew Charlotte was a bit of a nepo baby, but tonight was too much. The fact that Creative made her retain the title against you at Money in the Bank was too much to handle.

As you turned to face the bed, you saw Rhea giving you a look of understanding as she sat at the edge of the bed. Typically, you'd be punished for throwing a tantrum but Rhea faced the same thing against the same person years ago.

Charlotte didn't need the title, she's a 14-time women's champion and you thought it was enough for her. Rhea did, too. Until Creative told you 20 minutes before your match that you were losing.

Rhea got up, walked over to you and cupped your face "It's okay.." she said, pushing your damp hair from the shower out of your face. You scoffed, shaking you head as you wiped your tears, pulling away from her.

"You know it's not" you whispered yelled, "they fucked me over! why did they have to change everything 20 minutes before?!" you ranted until rhea placed a finger on your lips.

"that's enough.." she husked out, "You did your best, and I'm so proud of you bunny" She kissed your forehead, pulling you into her as her bigger muscular body enveloped yours, inviting the tears back in all over again.

Everything you trained for was for nothing, the happiness you felt that morning as Rhea called you "my little champ" as she fucked the shit out of you even though you hadn't won the title yet was for nothing. You were just another underdog that-

"Stop running that little mind of yours," rhea said, cutting off your thoughts as her hand rubbed up and down your back, your nose against her shoulder as you trembled from the all crying.

“I can’t…Daddy” you whispered, “s’all too much. I gave everything to this company. Yet they keep treating me like shit” you were too tired of it all, and Charlotte's spear didn't help at all.

“Love. you didn’t actually lose…I’m sure they want to give you a better story than defeating Charlotte in a 2 week feud” she assured, but nothing was stopping the tears from flowing anytime soon.

Your lips trembled again and she sighed, sitting you on the bed and leaning down to face you properly. Rhea nuzzled her nose against yours and softly whispered “Please don’t cry, hun” She pouted, wiping your tears with her girthy (yes I said it) thumbs and kissing your frowning lips softly, "You'll get another shot..I'll make sure of it, baby"

You kept looking at the hotel room floor as your mind wandered again before Rhea appeared once more, this time with a glass of water and painkillers. “Your face is bruising, pretty” she explained. The rage you felt pretty much masked all the pain from Charlotte’s merciless punches, but just as you started to calm down, you started to feel the soreness and ache of your face and muscles.

You took the pill and gulped the glass of water halfway before laying back sideways on the bed, your legs dangling from the edge of it as your spread them. “so…you coming?” You teased and Rhea gave you that toothy grin.

“In more ways than one, bunny”

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braidlottie · 26 days

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“mother” knows best.

pairing: stepmom!lottie x virgin!transmasc!reader

summary: after getting comforted by your stepmother, she thinks of a way to get rid of your stress.

tags: smut, nsfw, 18+ (minors dni), stepcest, age gap, reader is 19, lottie is in her 40s, comfort sex!!,, soft!mommy!lottie, sloppy kissing, virginity loss/first time, breast sucking, handjob, crying, corruption?,, charlotte is used instead of lottie, the niCKNAMES!,, if anyone is know irl sees this no you didn’t

wc: 1.2k

a/n: am i cooked?

unlocking the front door with your house keys, you finally step into your house, feeling so tired. it was only 8 pm and you were ready to crash. you were about to go upstairs when you heard a female voice that startled you. "ignoring me now, honey?" you didn't even notice your stepmother on the couch, reading a book.

"oh- sorry. i didn't see you sitting there." you apologized, and she just shook her head with a smile. "come sit down, honey," she patted the couch cushion next to her. "did your father let you use the car?"

you sat down and shook your head. "he told me he had to go to work early again. but i took the bus." charlotte gave you a look of disapproval, but you knew it was for your dad. "you know i don't like you taking the bus at night, let alone walking." even though she wasn't your birth mother, she still cared about you tremendously. "i'll talk to him later." she put her glasses on her head, taking a sip of her tea.

"you doing okay, sweetie? what's wrong?" a comforting hand wrapped around your waist. "rough day?"

you nodded, resting your head on her shoulder, trying not to doze off. "you know you can tell me. it's not good to keep what you're feeling bottled up inside." she patted your thigh, saying her second sentence a little quieter than the last.

"i was late to class because of the bus, and my professor gave us our essay grades, and mine was a 68, and i don't know why because i worked so hard on it and he won't even tell me what i did wrong. and i didn't have a chance to get any lunch because i had to study, and i'm so tired, mommy." your voice quivered at your last word, covering your teary eyes with the collar of your shirt.

"oh, honey..." she took her book out of her lap and put it on the coffee table, instantly taking you in your arms. "there you go. just cry, baby. let it all out for mommy." she rubbed your back, rocking you while you were hunched over her lap, crying into her lap.

you stopped after a few, wiping your eyes again with your t-shirt. you've never cried in front of your stepmother, but she made you feel so loved that you wanted to cry even more. she pulled your shirt off your face, wiping your eyes with her soft hands. they were cold as well, cooling down your face.

"you're such a hardworking boy, you know that?" charlotte brings you closer, running a hand over your hair. "and such a smart boy.. and a good boy." she gave you a kiss on the temple, shushing your faint whine. "i think you need to relax a bit, hmm?" her hand slowly shifted up your thigh, making you squirm.

she wiped what was left of your tears, and kissed you on the cheek, the corner of her lips touching yours. your heart jumped at the feeling, staring back at her big eyes.

she went in for another kiss, planting one directly on your lips. you couldn't help but break the kiss, trying to catch your breath from the sudden connection. "charlotte... we shouldn't." she could tell you were flustered but scared of getting caught. "this- this is kinda wrong, don't you think?"

"not to me, darling. i just wanted to cheer my boy up, mommy can't do that? can you let mommy help you?" her voice was like velvet, but you couldn't give in. "what about dad?"

"he won't know if we don't tell him, right?" she nodded and you followed her action innocently. “now, c’mon. you gonna give me another kiss?”

you hesitantly nodded before sitting up to peck her on the lips. when you pulled away, she snickered, taking her glasses off her head. “what? what did i do?” you panicked, thinking you did something wrong.

“that’s your kiss? really?” you shrugged and looked down, playing with the thread on your jeans. lottie realized that she upset you and immediately apologized. “oh- i didn’t mean it like that, sweetie. have you ever kissed someone before?”

you looked up at her, shaking your head. it was silent for a second before she spoke again. “..have you ever had sex?” she watched you shake your head again, feeling herself get covered in goosebumps.

“that’s perfectly fine, honey. you’re still young.” her smile grew bigger by the second at your answer. “just relax.” she whispered, hands rubbing up and down your tensed shoulders. she kissed you once more, smirking when she felt your lips melt against yours. “good boy...” her voice was deep but soothing as she chuckled softly, slipping her tongue into your mouth.

she guided your hand to her breast, giving you permission to fondle them. “you know you want to. shy boy.” she teased. you bit your lips, hand trembling as you pulled down the collar of her v-neck, watching her nipple pop out from the cloth. you look up at her, mouth agape.

“use your mouth, baby. c’mon,” she pushed your head closer, feeling your breath on her breast. you kissed the perked bud before swirling your tongue around it, getting a sharp exhale out of your stepmother. her hand rested on the back of your neck, knowing she had you wrapped around her finger.

her hand found the zipper of your jeans, managing to unbutton as well with her other hand on your head. you felt the cold air touch your thighs, squeezing your legs together with a faint whimper. “i don’t bite, pumpkin. open those sweet legs for mommy, hm?” she coaxed, tapping your thighs. she pushed your head back into her nipple, moaning as you latch back on.

you let charlotte tug your pants and boxers down to your ankles, the pads of her fingers swirling around the head of your t-dick. “there’s my boy. just feel good for mommy.” you gasped, letting go from her breast to moan, resting your head back against the couch. your squirms made her put an arm around your waist, feeling yourself get dizzier by the second.

“mama, mama,” you sob, the pressure in your stomach worsening. you try to repeat the phrase again, but only make out a slurred mumble. “shh, shh… oh baby… can’t even think of the right words to say to mommy. are you so close? i can tell you’re right on the edge for mama.”

her words sent a shiver up your snipe, body jerking forward as you came against her fingers. you left quiet the mess, squirting into your clothes, charlotte’s hand, and the edge of the couch.

“good boy. such a good little boy for mommy.” she pulled away from your tdick, holding you close as you came down from your first orgasm. “he’s gonna see the stain, mommy. on the couch.” you whined, scared that your father would find out about your night once he came home.

“shhh, baby. let mommy take care it, okay? c’mon, i’ll run you a bath and clean it up before he gets back. i promise, honey.” she took your jeans off your ankles, and pulled your boxers up, helping you off the couch. you nodded, knowing you could trust her with anything. “that’s my boy, mommy loves you so much.”

you could tell she really meant it, squeezing your hand tight before pulling you into a hug, giving you the affection you’ve always wanted and needed.

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Since Day One

Part two

gifs not mine

Arthur Leclerc X Reader

Genre: childhood friends to lovers

Warnings: little angst, language, i think thats it

Word Count: 6K

Author’s Note: this is way longer than I thought it was gonna be, i am sorry. I also hate the ending of this, so lmk if you guys want a part three with a better ending. This story went a lot better in my head, not too sure what happened.

Part One

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“Wait wait wait, you’re gonna be in the UK?” Charlotte asked, as you told her your plans for the next few weeks.

“Yeah, my work is sending me out that way for a conference,” you said, “I should be back in Monaco by the first.”

“Can’t you just extend for the weekend, and come back on Monday?”

“I mean I am able to work remotely so I can extend the trip yeah, why?”

“That’s the Silverstone Grand Prix, you have to come,” Charlotte said, with a bright grin.

“Charlotte no, I really…”

“Y/n please, Arthur and Charles will both be racing that weekend,” Charlotte began to plead, “I’ll be with you the entire time, promise, and we won’t party that weekend.”

You wanted to laugh at Charlotte’s eagerness and preparedness, but in reality you were so afraid to be seen at the Grand Prix. “I don’t know Charlotte, I’ll think about it.” You watched her face, that was filled with hope, turn to disappointment. You wished you weren’t so afraid.

You were in the UK, your job had you set up in Oxford, just a forty minute drive from the circuit. You already had extended your trip until Monday. You didn’t make any mention of the extension to Charlotte. Knowing that if she knew of your extension she would drag you to the circuit herself. You weren’t 100% opposed to going to the Grand Prix, you just wanted a few more days to think about it. A few more days to prepare yourself.

Charlotte arrived in Silverstone on Thursday, when she got to her hotel she texted you that she had gotten your paddock pass and credentials for the weekend, should you decide to come. Your conference had finished earlier than expected, so you didn’t need to go in on Friday morning.

Charlotte: Are you coming?

Charlotte: Arthur’s sprint race is today, I’m sure he would love to see you there.

You: okay, I’ll come

You packed a small bag to take with you to the circuit. Your heart was pounding for the entire drive there, that you thought you were having a panic attack, but you did your best to stay in control of your emotions. Charlotte met you outside, to give you your credentials before going in. She suggested that you guys watch from the monitors in the garage, instead of being with most of the spectators. Not to mention that’s where Lorenzo would be watching too. You were eternally grateful that Charlotte considered your feelings. Charles had carved out a little time to watch the race instead of being stuck in strategy meetings with Ferrari.

The three of you, had a cozy little spot that Lorenzo made, away from a lot of the fans and a lot of cameras to watch Arthur privately. Arthur ended up finishing 8th in the race, which really wasn’t his best, but it could’ve been worse. When Arthur finally made it back to the garage Lorenzo brought him to you, Charles and Charlotte. You swore you had never seen Arthur’s face light up so much, until that moment. He completely disregarded Charlotte and Charles, coming up to hug you. He swept you up in his arms, twirling you around for a moment.

“Arthur,” you whined, “you’re all sweaty.” Finally when Arthur put you down did you try to wipe off the sweat he rubbed on you.

“Oh can’t I just be happy my best friend decided to come to my race,” Arthur said with a smirk.

“I hope you’re staying for the rest of the weekend, you have to see me race too,” Charles said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“She is, I’m dragging her to everything this weekend,” Charlotte said as she crossed her arms.

“Fine, fine, I’ll be here for the rest of the weekend,” you gave in to their demands. You really couldn’t deny them, especially when Arthur looked so happy seeing you in the garage at that moment. And when Charles looked at you with stars in his eyes at the possibility of you coming to his race. And Lorenzo’s face looked so proud to have all of you together again. They looked so happy, that you really didn’t want to disappoint them again.

You came back the next day, for Arthur’s feature race. You and Charlotte sat in a more open space to watch the race, but still away from the majority of the fans. Charles was in meetings that he couldn’t join to watch the race, but knowing him, he would catch every moment on his phone.

When Arthur crossed the finish line first, at the checkered flag, both you and Charlotte jumped out of your seats. You and her were jumping up and down cheering for Arthur. Charlotte grabbed your wrist, “we have to be there, under the podium.”

Charlotte dragged you across to be there right when Arthur parked his car. “Charlotte, I don’t,” you tried to speak up to tell her that you don’t think it's a good idea. But the cheers from the Prema team were too loud to talk over. You took deep breaths to control your emotions. You and her made it to under the podium, just as Arthur parked his car. When he finally got out of the car, Charles and Lorenzo were already there waiting for him. Arthur hugged Lorenzo and Charles first, not even taking off his helmet.

After getting congratulated from his brothers, did Arthur see you and Charlotte with the crowd. He removed his helmet, and the smile he was sporting had all the nerves fading away. Arthur put his helmet on the ground next to his car, coming up to you. He grabbed your face, kissing each cheek with a laugh. Then he leaned his forehead against yours, “I’m so happy you're here,” he whispered to you.

“Me too,” you whispered back, with the largest smile you could manage. Arthur kissed your forehead, and then went to get his congratulations from Charlotte.

When Arthur finally stepped away to head up to the podium, did Charles say, “good thing you came.” However when Arthur was finally out of sight, did you feel your nerves start up again.

It felt like all you could hear was the clicks of cameras. Your heart started to pound out of your chest, your breath was getting shorter with every second. You felt your hands begin to shake, and your stomach began to flip. This feeling of absolute dread filled you. “I don’t feel too good,” you tried to whisper to Charlotte but you don’t think she heard you. You stepped away trying to get some fresh air, the area felt too crowded. You walked until you felt like you could breathe again.

When Arthur made it to the top of the podium, you had disappeared. Arthur looked around to where you were supposed to be, he saw Charles, Charlotte, Lorenzo but he didn’t see you. His face clearly showed his disappointment, that even Charles and Charlotte looked around for you. You were nowhere in sight.

“Where is y/n?” Charles asked no one in particular.

“I’m gonna look for her, you wait for Arthur,” Charlotte said, as she hurried off to find you, knowing that Arthur would prefer his brothers there rather than her.

When you stopped walking, you realized you were by the Mclaren motorhome. You were practically on the other side of the paddock.

“Y/n,” you heard someone call your name. You turned to see Lando waving at you, “are you coming to the races again?”

“Huh?” You asked, trying to collect all your thoughts.

“You were at almost every race last season, and the season before that,” Lando laughed, “the entire grid has been wondering where you went.”

“Oh, I just happened to be in Oxford for a work trip, that’s why I’m here this weekend. I don’t think I'm gonna be able to come to any more grand prix’s this season.”

“That’s a shame, you were fun have around the paddock during the weekend,” Lando said with a disappointed look, “not to mention it was fun to watch the F2 boys attempt to flirt with you and it go over your head completely, especially Liam”

“What are you talking about? Liam…”

“Liam was always flirting with you, but you were so focused on Arthur that you never even noticed,” Lando laughed more.

“Y/n,” you could hear, what sounded like Charlotte, calling out your name, “i’ve been looking for you.”

“Sorry,” you looked at Charlotte who was clearly out of breath, “it was really crowded at the podium.”

“Hey Charlotte,” Lando greeted.

“Hi Lando,” Charlotte responded, being polite.

“I need to get going, but it was good to see you y/n, and you too Charlotte,” Lando said, with a small hug, “tell Arthur I said congratulations on the win.”

“We will, bye Lando,” Charlotte said for the both of you. “what happened?” She asked, turning to you now.

“I’m sorry, it was just so crowded at the podium, and I needed fresh air.” You hang your head not being able to face Charlotte. You let the fear get to you again.

“It’s…” Charlotte paused, she remembers when she and Charles first started dating publicly. The amount of criticism she got was unbearable, it was to the point where she considered ending it with Charles. “It’s okay, just tell me when it’s too much next time,” Charlotte said. She was trying her best to make sure you couldn’t stay away anymore.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” you nodded. Charlotte did her best to look out for you, because she knew you didn’t deserve the amount of hate you got.

Later that night, after you extensively apologized to Arthur for missing his podium, you got back to the hotel. After you had showered, you laid in your bed, scrolling through your social media. There was a picture of you and Arthur. It was the moment when he kissed you on the forehead. Your heart began to pound against your chest and your hands were shaking.

The caption said ‘they’re the best friendship on the grid, I’m glad she’s back at the races.’

You thought that maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. Your heart slowed, your hands steady. And you began to look at the comments.

‘I missed seeing them at the paddock together’

You began to think that maybe you shouldn’t have stopped going to the races, that maybe you were being irrational.

‘Arthur is so cute’

‘Who is she? Sorry I’m new to the sport’

‘That’s Arthur’s best friend, y/n, she stopped coming to the races’

‘Does anyone know why she stopped going to the races?’

‘There was a scandal with her and Charles’

‘One leclerc wasn’t enough for her’

‘Wait isn’t this the girl that Charles was cheating on Charlotte with?’

‘She collecting Leclercs like infinity stones’

‘Imagine having two leclerc brothers’

‘It’s my dream to be her’

‘Waiting for a picture of her and Lorenzo’

‘Or maybe she’s just actually really good friends with Arthur and Charles’

‘That picture of her and Charles looked more than friendly’

As soon as you started scrolling through the comments, you couldn’t stop. It was like falling into a bottomless pit, never ending. There were plenty of nice comments. People that adore your friendship with Arthur, people that thought you were pretty, people that thought you were living the dream. However it was only the nasty comments that stood out to you. The people that thought you were a whore, that you were only using Arthur to stay close to Charles. People that thought you were only using the Leclercs for 15 seconds of fame.

When you woke up the next morning, your phone was still in your hand and your eyes were puffy from all the crying you didn’t realize you were doing. After you got ready for the day, you began to pack your bags. You were gonna go home, you knew that being at the races wasn’t a good idea.

There was a knock on your hotel room door that interrupted your packing. You opened the door to see Charlotte on the other side, wearing a bright smile. You forgot you told her your hotel and room number. She must’ve decided to come get you herself when you missed her call earlier this morning.

“Why aren’t you ready?” Charlotte asked, her face slowly turning to disappointment. Before you could answer Charlotte asked, “why are your eyes puffy? Were you crying?”

“I don’t think I should go to the race today,” you answered, stepping aside to let Charlotte into your room.

“Why? What happened?” Charlotte looked around the room to see your bags half packed.

“It’s not a big deal, I just feel that it’s best I stay away,” you answered, as you continued to pack your bags. You went into the bathroom to gather all of your bath stuff, when your phone went off.

Charlotte, knowing your password, opened your phone, seeing all the comments you were reading last night. She then went to the direct messages, reading everything that people had sent you. You let the words of strangers get to you again. When you came out from the bathroom, Charlotte held up your phone to you, “this is why you’re staying away again.”

Tears welled in your eyes, you didn’t want her to know, “it’s…”

“I told you,” Charlotte looked angry, “you can’t allow them to get to you like this, you’re giving power to people that don’t even know you.”

“It’s not that easy Charlotte,” your voice began to waiver, “It doesn’t help that Arthur still, very publicly, has a girlfriend and then he goes and does that,” you gesture towards your phone, “after the race.” You ripped your phone from Charlotte's hand, as you wiped away the fallen tears.

“You’re coming to the race today,” Charlotte said, shaking her head, as she began to pick out clothes from your luggage.

“I am not,” you argued, trying to pull Charlotte’s hands from your luggage.

“Y/n,” Charlotte snapped, “you don’t even realize what your absences did to all of us. You don’t realize how far away you stayed.” There were tears in Charlotte's eyes too now, “You didn’t come to Monza that season, you moved further away from all of us, you didn’t even come to the first race of this season, or the Monaco Grand Prix. You stopped hanging out with any of us, even privately. You broke all of our hearts by staying so far away, especially the boys since they didn’t even know why. You’ve been so focused on making sure the fans aren’t mad at you, that you’re hurting the people that really care about you. Don’t even get me started on Arthur.” Charlotte rolled her eyes as she mentioned Arthur.

“What about Arthur?” You asked, taken aback by her tone.

“Arthur thought,” Charlotte paused, you were never supposed to know this next part, “he thought that you stayed away because of me. Because he thought I was angry with you,” Charlotte confessed.

“What? That wasn’t…”

“Arthur knows now that that's not the reason, Lorenzo really chewed him out about it. But he didn’t talk to Charles for almost three months,” Charlotte said, the pain still very fresh. You had absolutely no idea that Charles and Arthur got into it because of you. “You haven’t realized the amount of hurt all of us felt from you staying away y/n. It wasn’t only you that was affected that night.”

“I-I didn’t know…”

“How could you?” Charlotte threw her hands up in defeat, “you stayed so far away how would you even know how any of us felt?”

“I’m sorry, if I had known…”

“That’s the problem too,” Charlotte said, cutting you off, “you feel like this is solely your fault.” You raised your eyebrows at Charlotte, unsure about what she meant. “Charles could’ve tried harder to stop you that night, but he’s always had, and probably always will hold a special place in his heart for you. The fans didn’t need to say anything about that night, it wasn’t any of their business. I could’ve tried harder to keep you closer, but I thought you staying away was gonna be temporary. Arthur could’ve talked to us more, he didn’t need to cut Charles off for those three months.” Charlotte paused, she was actively crying at this point, “it’s not only your fault, it never was just your fault.”

“Charlotte,” you were at a complete loss as to what to say next, you didn’t know what part of her confession to address first. “Charles loves you, he loves you more…”

“I know,” Charlotte said quickly, regaining her composure, “and I know there’s nothing going between the two of you currently. But I also think that if Charles had never met me, he would be with you, and I’ve made peace with that, because I also know that you gave up on being with Charles a long time ago.” You nodded your head at this, you didn’t lie at that dinner when you said your crush was long gone. “However,” Charlotte continued, “that doesn’t mean for you to stay away.”

“Charles is so lucky to have you, I don’t know what he ever did to deserve you,” you said, as Charlotte cracked a small smile.

“Come to the race, please.”

While Charlotte was trying to get you to come to the race this afternoon, Charles and Lorenzo was trying to get Arthur to confess his feelings to you.

“Aren’t we supposed to be helping Charles get ready for his race?” Arthur asked his brothers, no longer wanting the attention to be on him.

“There’s plenty of time to do that,” Charles argued, “y/n is what’s more important right now.”

“I don’t think y/n has any feelings like that for me, she had a crush on you not me.” Arthur reasoned, recalling all those moments in your guy's childhood when you clung to Charles.

“I have a girlfriend that I’m not consistently arguing with, already.” Charles knew you had feelings for Arthur, because when you kissed him in Amsterdam, you moaned ‘Arthur,’ not Charles.

“I have a girlfriend already too,” Arthur reasoned.

“Do you really though? The last you told me, you didn’t know if you guys were together or not.” Lorenzo finally spoke up, raising his hands up at Arthur.

“Doesn’t mean we’re not together,” Arthur reasoned.

“Do you want to be with your current girlfriend?” Charles asked, in a somewhat rhetorical manner.

Arthur just sighed, he really didn’t want to be with his current girlfriend. It wasn’t because she was a bad person or anything, he had just fallen out of love with her a while ago. Arthur picked up his phone, calling his current girlfriend, because even if he didn’t like to admit, Charles was right.

Charles and Lorenzo could only hear one side of the conversation that Arthur had, but from what they heard it sounded like the relationship was ending on mutual terms. When Arthur hung up the phone, it looked like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. His jaw unclenched and for the first time in a long time, he looked relaxed.

“Did that feel good?” Charles raised an eyebrow at Arthur.

“She said that it was time. That we stayed together longer than we should have. She wished me the best of luck and congratulated me on my win.”

“That’s all?” Lorenzo asked just for confirmation that there weren't any hurt feelings.

“She said that she will continue to support me and my racing, and that she hopes someone will love me the way I once loved her.” Arthur said with a fond smile. It would be a lie to say he never loved his girlfriend, but he knew deep down that he would could never love anyone like he loved you.

Arthur has had feelings for you since the first grade, since the moment he decided putting glue in your water bottle was a good idea. He used to think your hair was shiny and you smell like strawberries. Those were his reasons for liking you then, and as time passed his feelings for you grew and his reason’s evolved.

However, when you were 12 and you looked at Charles like he was the brightest star in the sky, Arthur broke just a bit. It wasn’t until your 18th birthday when you tried to ask Charles out again, that Arthur thought he would always come second to his brother in your heart.

Clearly Arthur has been blind, because everyone could tell, you now look at Arthur like the brightest star in the sky. That Arthur is second to no one in your heart. That Arthur was your sun, moon, and stars. That Arthur was the one you longed for.

You allowed Charlotte to drag you to the race. You didn’t fully realize that amount of hurt you caused. You didn’t realize that you haven’t fully made amends yet. And you were done letting strangers dictate your life. You were done sitting at home, watching the races through the screen.

You were gonna support the boys to the fullest, in person, live. You wanted to be there at the end of every qualifying, under every podium, and in person at every moment. For the first time, in a very long time, you didn’t feel so anxious to be with them in public.

However you wouldn’t lie, the clicks of the cameras still made you shudder. The sight of the walls of photographers made your palms sweat. The sea of fans made your heart pound, and the overwhelming amount of cheers made your stomach twist. Your fear of being in public wasn’t so easily forgotten, but it no longer stopped you.

“Y/n,” Arthur called out to you, when you and Charlotte finally made it to the paddock. He was quick to sweep you up into a hug. Both Arthur and Charles were decently taller than you, but when you stood right beside them, they felt like giants. “I’m so happy you came, come on, we can catch Charles before he goes out onto the circuit. Lorenzo is with him right now.”

“Well hello to you too,” Charlotte said sarcastically, causing you to giggle.

“Hi Charlotte,” Arthur blushed bashfully.

As the three of you walked towards the Ferrari garage, Arthur’s hand found yours. He hooked your pinky with his, you smiled as your hands swinged back and forth connected by your pinkies. It was a joke between the two of you as kids to see who had the stronger pinky. Over time it became a way to comfort each other. You watched Arthur as the three of you walked, your eyes never left him.

Arthur was like his brothers in more ways than he realized. He talked, walked, and dressed just like Charles did. He had Lorenzo’s smile, attitude, and way with words. Although there were key things that made Arthur stand apart from his brothers. His humor was definitely his own. His way of never letting anyone’s words affect him in a negative way. His ability to make the rest of the world fall away when you were with him. Arthur was his own person, that you so dearly love. You just wish you had realized earlier how in love you were with him.

When the race ended, Charles was only able to bring home fourth place. Which really wasn’t bad, but when you was looking at a first place finish, and end up fourth, it’s not the best. However Carlos did get his first victory, and you went with the rest of the group to congratulate Carlos.

“Congratulations mate,” Lorenzo said first as he hugged Carlos. He was the oldest, so the default spokesperson for the group.

“Congratulations Carlos,” Charlotte said, as she hugged Carlos.

“Thank you,” Carlos said clearly out of breath, he had just finished up with the podium, and was back at the Ferrari garage for picture taking.

“Congratulations mate,” Charles said, as he came up from behind.

“Mate, I-“ Carlos looked like he was gonna apologize.

“Don’t worry about it, you deserve this,” Charles smiled brightly. Charles was never the type to blame anyone for his misfortune.

“Congratulations Sainz,” Arthur said, as he hugged Carlos as well.

“Ah, thank you,” Carlos didn’t know what to do with all the congratulations.

“Congratulations,” you said when Carlos finally noticed you.

“Y/n,” Carlos exaggerated your name, wrapping his arms around you. You blushed, wrapping your arms around Carlos in congratulations. “I haven’t seen you in forever.”

You laughed, as Carlos continued to hug you. “It hasn’t been that long.”

“It has,” Carlos said, as both Charles and Arthur placed a hand on each of Carlos’ shoulders, slightly pushing him off of you.

“That’s enough hugging already,” Charles' eyes narrowed slightly.

“You’re gonna get her all sweaty,” Arthur said, raising an eyebrow at Carlos.

You and Charlotte both giggled at the two Leclerc brothers, always being so protective. Carlos took their overprotectiveness kindly, holding his hands up with a smile, “forgot she was a Leclerc girl.” Carlos laughed, as you just shook your head.

“Yes she is,” Lorenzo confirmed, causing all of you to laugh.

As night began to set in, when media duties were done, and you guys were preparing to head out for the night, did you think now was a good time. Charles had just gotten back to the rest of the group.

“I have something to say,” you stepped away. You looked at Lorenzo, Charles, Arthur, and Charlotte as they stood opposite of you. They watched you carefully, and you don’t even know how you stayed away. These were the people you grew up with, you spent every other holiday at their house. These were the people that taught you how to drive, that celebrated your high school graduation, that took you traveling around the world. “I’m sorry,” you didn’t even know you were starting to cry until Arthur stepped forward.

“What’s wrong?” Arthur asked softly, wiping away your tears.

You grabbed his hands, pulling them away from your face. “I’m really sorry,” you said more to Arthur but it was meant for the entire group. You pushed Arthur back to his spot opposite from you. “I didn’t realize how far away I stayed, and it wasn’t fair to any of you. I never gave any of you an explanation or a reason, and now I realized the reason for staying away wasn’t that important. It isn’t as important as you guys.”

The three brothers looked at each other, none of them expecting an apology from you. “Took you long enough,” Lorenzo said, first coming to hug you.

“No more staying away y/n,” Charles said, joining yours and Lorenzo’s hug.

Arthur stayed frozen in his spot looking at you, as Charles and Lorenzo pulled away. “Does this mean you’re gonna come to my races again?” Arthur asked, he chose his words carefully for that question. ‘My races,’ he wanted to park his car and come out to you at the end of each race. He didn’t realize how much it meant to him to have you waiting at the finish line for him, until you weren’t there anymore. He didn’t want anyone else to be waiting for him but you.

“All that I can attend,” you said, knowing that was all you could promise at the moment.

“Okay,” Arthur whispered, coming to hug you.

When he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you, did you bury your head into his chest, “I’m sorry,” you whispered once more. As the two other Leclerc’s looked at you and Arthur, they wondered when you guys were just gonna get it and start dating.

Later that night all five of you guys decided to get dinner together. You and Charlotte left the table to go to the restroom. You left your phone by your seat next to Arthur. No one paid any min, until your phone kept going off. Arthur picked it up to see what was going off. He was amazed at how many notifications from social media you had.

Curiosity killing the Leclerc, he opened your phone. It was a picture from a photograph of you congratulating Carlos on his race win from today. Arthur thought nothing of it, until the top comment caught his eye.

‘And another one bites the dust’

Arthur, finding the comment odd, began scrolling through the comments, trying to find the meaning behind it.

‘Maybe she’s after Ferrari boys’

‘Isa better throw hands with this b’

‘She’s just congratulating a driver, I don’t understand’

‘This is the girl that Charles was cheating on Charlotte with’

Arthur wasn’t that bothered by the comments, knowing people will just use anything to tear someone down. However it was the direct messages that really got him heated. People were sending you death threats, telling you that Isa would ‘kick your ass for touching her man.’ Someone told you that if they ever saw you, it was on sight. Another person said that if Isa and Carlos breakup, they would find where you live and end you.

“Have you seen this?” Arthur asked his brothers as he showed them the phone, displaying all the messages.

When you and Charlotte made your way back to the table. The two of you saw the three brothers huddled close together looking at one phone. You looked towards Charlotte, to which she just shrugged. As you got closer you could see it clearly on their faces, all three of them were upset.

“What are you boys looking at?” You smiled, hoping they were looking at something funny. When their expression didn’t change you began to get nervous.

“Is that y/n’s phone?” Charlotte asked, noticing the color of the phone in Arthur’s hand.

“Arthur, what are you doing with my phone?” You asked, getting defensive. Arthur knew your password, but he never went into your phone without asking. As you moved to try to grab your phone from Arthur’s hand, he moved back, not allowing you.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Arthur asked, he sounded so angry.

“How long has this been going on?” Charles asked, looking at you.

“Is this why you stayed away?” Lorenzo asked, his tone clearly upset. You felt like a child caught red handed.

You went to grab your phone from Arthur’s hand, this time being successful. “It’s not a big deal,” you took a seat across from Arthur now. Charlotte sat next to you.

“There’s death threats in there y/n,” Lorenzo said pointing to your hand, holding your phone. Lorenzo’s tone scared you, he was always the most reasonable between the three of them, that you knew if he was angry it was bad. “Is that why you moved?”

You stayed silent, not wanting to tell any of them.

“We could’ve done something, we could’ve said something, why didn’t you tell us?” Charles asked, his tone being more sad than angry. You knew already from his voice that he was feeling at fault. You watched as Charles looked at Charlotte, the gears turning in his head. “You knew,” he said to Charlotte, “you knew the entire time.”

Charlotte didn’t say anything. Lorenzo continued to scold you for not speaking up or coming to them about this. The entire time Lorenzo talked you stared at Arthur, as he stared back at you. There were few moments when you couldn’t read Arthur, few moments when he didn’t wear his heart on his cheek. Moments like Jules’ funeral, moments like his father’s passing. And at this moment you couldn’t read Arthur. You had zero clue as to where his head was right now.

The next morning, you awoke to thousand and one social media notifications. Your first thought was what did I do now? When you opened your account, you saw lengthy social media posts from Arthur, Charles and Lorenzo. Each reading the same thing.

‘Recently, it has come to our, me and my family’s, attention that a close family friend has been harassed online by people claiming to be our fans. We want to preface this message, that our friends and family have never asked to be in the public’s eye. They are people that are continually affected by our own personal career choices.

Firstly, they are human, just like the rest of us, their every move does not need to be critiqued. They make mistakes, they repent, they apologize, and they make amends just as all of us have done at some point in our lives.

Secondly, it is unacceptable to be sending anyone death threats. Especially if they are receiving death threats for actions that require two people.

Thirdly, some of the online harassment of our friends and family has transferred to in person harassment. Any type of harassment is inappropriate, immoral, and unethical, we do not stand for any harassment.

Lastly, it is wrong to blame one person for actions that involve more than one party.

We, as the Leclerc family, ask that you stop harassing our friends and family. If not, we will be forced to take legal action.’

You thought about clicking through the comments, but you stopped yourself before you could even open it. However you noticed Charles’ post was just a little longer. Charles post added on;

‘I did not speak up earlier about Amsterdam, 2021. I know now that I should have spoken up sooner. Me and Charlotte have addressed the incident privately and both of us have talked to the person involved. We know what happened, we addressed and dealt with it privately. As that incident was a private matter. Myself and Charlotte have a good relationship with the other person involved. We ask that you respect our right to deal with personal matters privately, and we ask that you respect our decisions about who we continue to be around.’

Just as you finished reading the post there was a knock on your door. You went to open it, to reveal Arthur standing on the other side. He was standing there in a loose button up with a pair of jeans. Sunglasses at the tip of his nose, his head tilted down, staring up at you. You giggled at his appearance letting him in.

“Good morning,” you said with a stretch as you made your way to the bathroom.

“Morning,” Arthur said, as he went to lay on your bed. “Charles and Charlotte want to spend the day together.”

You were brushing your teeth, and you mumbled out a question that no sane person would understand. But Arthur got it perfectly.

“Yes Lorenzo is coming too,” Arthur answered, “so are you coming too? Or are you gonna stay away again.”

You finished brushing your teeth, walking out of the bathroom, “no more staying away,” you said clearly.

“Good,” Arthur smiled.

When you and Arthur showed up to the adventures of today together, both Charles and Charlotte smiled at each other. They were both happy that you were back and Arthur had his best friend back. Now if they could only get the two of you to finally confess your feelings then maybe they’ll be completely satisfied.

“Y/n,” Lorenzo said, grabbing your attention, he decided if he was gonna be fifth wheeling the two couples, he would have fun, “Arthur has a crush on you.” Just a little older brother mischief thrown around. No one could miss the red creeping up Arthur’s ears, confirming Lorenzo’s words.

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goldielia · 2 months

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when jack met cassy

a part of: untouchable au

when cassy entered the mclaren garage on sunday to start getting ready for the canadian grand prix, she firstly found their social media admin and one of her closest friends in the paddock, anne.

mclaren had a close-knit group of girls consisting of cassy, anne, her girlfriend sabrina who was one of two team photographers and charlotte, who was a law student currently doing an internship at mclaren.

it had become a routine for the four of them to sit on the step to the pit wall for a second to chat before any grand prix. it was also usually the time cassy got to ask anne about the vip guests of the weekend which she did first things first ever since she missed when tom holland visited.

“uh, there’s not much going on today. some hockey players should show up though, you know, charlie’s brother and them”, anne looped her in while staring at her ipad. “eh, alright.” cassy murmured, slightly disappointed.

with a last tap of her own papaya-coloured high top converse against anne’s white and orange air force she got up to start getting ready for the race.

jack couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. he was going to see his sister again AND his first f1 race. lottie usually worked for mclaren during the summer break of the academic year, being located in cambridge for her studies, so when she invited him to see both her and the race in canada he instantly said yes.

they agreed to meet just before the entrance to the paddock so she could give him, cole and trevor (who she graciously invited as well) their passes. jack had been jittery the whole way there, not having seen his twin since christmas.

leaning onto a lamp post in front of the gate was a blonde girl, wearing black mom jeans, a mclaren t-shirt tucked into them and orange old school vans. he instantly ran towards her, charlotte barely being able to save the binder she held before jack tackled her into a crushingly tight hug that she returned with equal force.

after she’d given cole and trevor a side hug each and handed each of them a garage pass, the group entered through the gate and lottie talked them through the paddock on the way to the mclaren garage.

after she showed them their spots and told them about the screens and headsets she caught up with jack for a bit before a whirlwind of red curls brushed past them, grabbed her wrist and whisked her away to the steps in front of the pit wall where anne and sabrina had claimed their place already.

“charlotte-i-don’t-know-your-middle-name-hughes! tell me your brother’s not the one in the middle, please” cassy looked at charlotte with wide eyes. “uh, my middle name’s ruby, actually. but yeah, that’s jack. left is cole, right is trevor.” charlotte answered, confusion evident on her face.

cassy only groaned, hiding her face in her hands. “are all your brothers that pretty? your parents must be like greek gods or somethin’” she mumbled into her hands. sabrina smirked, looking at them over her shoulder as she was walking back to the garage with anne, both of them having to work some more before the grand prix. “i think our cass just experienced love at first sight”

charlie gasped and smiled teasingly at that, prying cassy’s hands away from her face. “you gonna make a move?“

“would you like, be okay with that? and are you sure he’s single?” “of course i’m okay with that, cass! i’m not blind you know. also he’s been staring at you like ever since you grabbed me.” cassy tore her eyes away from charlie and towards the garage instead.

the pretty boy from earlier, jack hughes as she now knew, was indeed staring at her. “also, he’s definitely single. i can-” charlie’s sentence and cassy’s staring were interrupted by lando’s voice. “jonesy, hughesy, come on we need to do the rule run down!”

fortunately for jack and less so for cassy, her workspace wasn’t far from the guest area. which meant he could watch her and she couldn’t concentrate because she felt his eyes on her.

the grand prix itself wasn’t too eventful, 11th place for oscar and 13th for lando. both cassy and charlie were needed after the race though, to review the penalty lando had gotten for “unsportsmanlike behaviour”.

charlie’s department handled the rules for each grand prix as well as topics like filing lawsuits over penalties. cassy as one of lando’s engineers was tasked with reviewing all the video material she could get her hands on to find something that could have the penalty taken back, or at least reviewed.

on her way to the conference room though, when cassy passed by jack, she slipped a tiny piece of paper into his hand, catching his eyes quickly to smirk at him.

he wanted to chat her up at least but she was rushed along before his brain could form a single word. instead, he opened the note. it read “you’re really pretty. text me?” with a little heart and a number, presumably her phone number on it.

before he could even try folding the paper back up he was already fighting for balance, both cole and trevor having read the note and started teasingly nudging him with their elbows, matching excited grins on their faces.

“did jacky get himself a girlfrieeeend?” trevor sing-songed into his ear. before he could continue though, charlie apprared in front of them, index finger poking jack’s chest.

“i love you but if you fuck this up i’m not guaranteeing for anything” she warned, serious blue eyes drilling into his identical ones to make sure he understood her. he grabbed her hand, eyes just as serious as hers, and spoke “if i find a way to fuck this up, lottie, please make sure i regret it.”

#jack hughes #jack hughes x oc #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #cassandra jones #goldie's untouchable au

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softspiderling · 8 months

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but i need your lips on mine | d.h.

summary: derek hale is a mystery you have yet to solve

pairing: derek hale x reader

warnings: none

word count: 1,9k

author's note: hello guys the teaser for the long awaited college au is finally here. i hope you guys like it :) tagging @stilinskiderek bc i’ve been annoying charlotte about this fic for ages and i know she’s been waiting for a derek fic😭 side note: this is a teaser/accompanying fic to the actual fic boy, you write your name (I can do the same) which will be out on thursday! meaning this is NOT an excerpt of the fic, but offers more background of the relationship derek and the reader have, and also where the nickname CJ comes from

“Are you actually washing the car or are you just waiting for someone to pay attention to you?”

“Oh ha ha, you’re hilarious,” Derek said dryly, wringing out the sponge and tossing it in one of the soapy buckets. You grinned at him, tossing him a water bottle, which he easily caught, drinking quickly as you leaned your hands into your waist.

“Thanks.”

“Sure,” you replied, looking around. It was quite busy, every single member of the frat seemed hard at work. “Pretty nice turnout, huh?”

Derek shrugged in a way that meant he was agreeing with you, but he didn’t want to look like he was bragging. He was humble like that. You scoffed, brushing your hair back over your shoulder, and Derek zeroed in on the bikini strap under your top, a grin forming on his face.

“You come here to lend a hand?”

“Oh please,” you rolled your eyes at him with a snicker. “I was thinking ahead. With you standing in the sun for the whole day and Isaac around buckets full of water? I was bound to end up soaked, thought I’d save me a trip to the laundromat.”

“Now you’re basically begging me to drench you,” Derek drawled, picking up the sponge soaked full of water, advancing on you.

“Don’t you dare!” You hissed at him, giving him a shove.

“Are you doing a special?”

While you and Derek were wrestling around, ending up with both of you getting a soak, you hadn’t noticed the Mini pulled up next to you, windows down, a pretty girl smirking at yoi.

“Nah, I’m just here to support my friends,” you said, gesturing to Derek, wiping your wet forehead with a laugh. “It’s his frat that’s organizing this car wash. Derek, this is Amanda, she’s in my Women’s Writing class. Just transferred from Palomar.”

“Hey,” Derek said, leaning against her car. “You here for a full wash?”

“Sure am.”

Derek nodded, leaning back. “Isaac! Grab some boys and a couple of buckets, we got another one.”

Isaac saluted Derek, his wet curls hanging in his face. Glancing over to you, he grinned, wagging his eyebrows when he caught you staring at his bare chest, turning on his heel to grab the buckets, but not without teasing you.

“Take a picture, CJ, it’ll last longer.”

“CJ?” Amanda asked, raising a brow. You groaned internally when Derek only smirked at her, clearly ecstatic that he got to tell the story again.

“Right, you’re a transfer, so you don’t know where her nickname comes from. Well, let me tell you, you’re in for a treat. It was a really nice summer day-”

“Derek, I’m not letting you tell the story again with the exaggerations,” you scowled at him, though in jest, shoving him gently. You turned back to Amanda, sighing softly. “Anyways. It all started when I was a freshman, a couple of weeks into the semester. I was taking Deucalion’s class for Intro to Ancient History….”

An incessant ringing pulled you out of your deep slumber, but your head barely rose from the pillow as you poked the screen of your phone until the alarm stopped, leaving you to your slumber again. You had fallen asleep around 4:30 because it had taken you that long to finish your paper on Caesar. Usually, you never left your assignments for the last minute, and to be fair, you didn’t really. Leave it to the last minute, that is. The assignment was done, sitting in your folders waiting to be printed for about a week or so. But then you caught up with your study group, where you found out that Deucalion always knocked you down a letter grade if he didn’t agree with your opinion. And he loved Caesar. You didn’t. Which you made exceptionally clear in your essay. So being the freshman that you were, wanting to get good grades in your first semester, you decided to rewrite all 8 pages with the deadline looming in less than 10 hours, because he insisted on collecting the assignments right at the beginning of the class. Not the smartest thing you’ve done. Around one am, the library had closed, in the middle of your hot streak, and by the time you reached your dorm, you lost your train of thought and it took you two hours to find it again. And it was not because you fell asleep for 20 minutes. When the alarm blares up again, you groaned loudly, reaching for your phone to silence it, stilling when the phone pinged, announcing the arrival of a text. You narrowed your eyes at the screen, your eyes bleary as your vision slowly cleared.

[Stevie]: where r u???

Your heart plummeted when you read the text, and while you checked the time, you had to resist the urge to throw yourself out of the window.

08:13. Deucalion’s class started at 08:15.

“FUCK!”

Scrambling up from your bed, your legs tangled in the blankets and you nearly brained yourself when you fell to the floor. Getting up, you located your paper on your desk, making sure it was still where you left it, before you headed to the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth. With your toothbrush in your mouth, you tugged some jeans and a shirt out of the closet, laying it on the bed to get changed when there was another ping.

[Stevie]: hes l8 if u hurry up u mite make it in time

Your eyes widened, the gods must’ve heard your silent prayers and you rushed to the bathroom, spitting out your toothpaste, and splashing some water in your face for good measure before you grabbed your stuff, backpack on your arm, phone and paper in your hand, running across campus to get to the lecture hall. When you finally skidded to a halt in front of the doors of the lecture hall, you slowly opened the door, peeking into it. There were two lines down the stairs, so the other students must be in line to drop off their papers at the front. Sighing a deep breath of relief, you squeezed yourself through the gap in the door and inconspicuously walked behind the last person in line. As the line moved forward, you dropped your backpack in between the seated rows, making it seem like you’d been in the class from the beginning. As the line slowly moved forward, you caught a glimpse of Professor Deucalion at the front. Only, it wasn’t him… Narrowing your eyes, you eyed the guy that was standing by the desk, his arms crossed. He had dark hair, a faint stubble and a scowl on his face. Must be Deucalion’s TA, though you didn’t remember ever seeing him during lectures, though he did look quite familiar. By the time you reached the front desk, you lifted your head, your eyes meeting the TA’s. He raised an eyebrow at you as you dropped your assignment on the stack and the way the corners of his mouth curled up made you furrow your brows.

“What?” you asked defensively and he uncrossed his arms, leaning his hands on the desk.

“Nothing… Just. Cute jammies.”

You heard the class let out laughter as you stared at him before glancing down at yourself, flushing when you realized you were still wearing your pj’s, which was just a tank top and arguably your worst pyjama pants: Teal and pink Hello Kitty pants. Snapping your head up, you glared at him, but before you could say another word, the side door opened, and Professor Deucalion walked in.

“You better take a seat, CJ,” the TA said with a smirk, collecting the assignments in his hand and you bit back a retort, finding an empty in the back row as Professor Deucalion started the lecture. As he droned on, your eyes kept flitting over to the TA in the first row, glaring at the back of his head. Even hours later, when you were at some fresher party a frat was throwing, the incident was a topic with your friends.

“It was crazy. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

Stevie nodded as you only rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your drink. “Seriously, she was staring with her mouth open and everything. Which I get. I just have more self-control.”

“You guys are ridiculous. He was making fun of me,” you pointed out and Audrey stared at you, her eyes nearly bugging out of her head.

“Dude. He wants to bang you.”

With a snort, you shook your head at your friends and their crazy conspiracy theories.

“Come on, I didn’t come here to talk about our lecture. Let’s go find something to do. I think they’re playing beer pong in the backyard,” you suggested, dragging your friends through the house and out into the backyard, which seemed to be just as crowded as inside. Walking over to the beer pong table, it looked like they were in the middle of the game, so you just tapped on the shoulder of one guy.

“Hey, is it possible for me and my friends to play a round?”

“Sure,” he replied without turning around, throwing the ball and scoring. “You guys can just- oh hey, CJ!”

Of course it was fucking him*. The TA from Deucalion’s lecture was standing in front of you, an amused grin on his face.*

“My name is-” you started, but he waved you off snickering.

“I know what your name is. But CJ is fitting, isn’t it?” He took a sip from his drink, giving you a brief once over and you ignored how Stevie’s grip around your arm tightened for a second. “I see you changed, though I must say I did like the pants.” You gave him a look and he offered you his hand.

“Derek Hale.”

“There were a lot of people at that party. And I guess the name just stuck.”

“Huh. So everyone just calls you CJ?”

You shrugged. You didn’t really mind the nickname, it was cute. At this point, it was odd to hear someone call you by your government name unless it was a professor or someone from the faculty. Everyone addressed you as CJ. It was just the story that bothered you, mostly because Derek liked to add details that were unimportant. Also because he cracked up all the time telling the story like it was the funniest thing he’d ever experienced, that jerk.

“You have to admit it’s a cool nickname,” Derek cut in, and Amanda laughed.

“Guess so… So how does that work with you being a TA and you two dating?”

“We’re not dating.” “He’s not actually a TA.”

Really? That was what he chose to correct? You side-eyed Derek but he just gave you a subtle wink as Amanda perked up, looking at you curiously.

“So, you’re single?”

Even before you replied, you noticed how Derek clinked himself out of the conversation, walking over to the waiting cars leaning against the door. Every time you thought you had figured him out, he went ahead and did something that confused you even more. Sometimes you thought back to what Audrey and Stevie had said to you about Derek before you even really knew him. You glanced over to him as you handed Amanda your phone so she could put her number in, and it was as if Derek could feel your eyes on him, he turned his head in your direction, giving you a small smile, flashing his teeth at you. Some day you will just flat out ask him.

But not today.

#derek hale #derek hale x reader #derek hale fanfiction #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fic

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ereardon · 2 months

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Golden Hour || Ch. 6

[Bob Floyd x Bradley Bradshaw x OC]

A Bob Floyd & Bradley Bradshaw AU [Hart of Dixie inspired]

Synopsis: Willow, Georgia. Barely even a town, just a speck on a map that you tried to wipe off, mistaking it for a crumb. You’re the outsider: a fancy New York doctor, fresh out of a failed engagement, with zero primary care experience. You’re also the new town doctor, taking over for a recent retiree who was beloved. His son, Bob Floyd, is the other physician at the practice, and takes an immediate dislike to you. But you were looking for a fresh start, and Willow doesn’t seem all that bad if you can get past the fact that there's only one restaurant in town. It helps that you've caught the eye of Bradley Bradshaw, the town attorney, despite the fact that you vowed to take a break from dating. How long until you start to make friends in a town where social circles have been set in stone since elementary school? And what will it take to make Bob Floyd see you’re not as bad as he wants to believe you are?

Pairing: Bob Floyd x OC; Bradley Bradshaw x OC

Tropes: Love triangle, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Alcohol, medical procedure/blood, hospitals

Chapter summary: Bob and Olive work together on a medical emergency; Olive wakes up in Bradley's bed; Bob's jealousy shines through

WC: 2.6K

Masterlist here; previous chapter here; next chapter here

The crowd parted like the red sea. You could feel the heat of their gazes as you and Bob rushed through the hallway into a conservatory, the glass ceiling soaring. In any other situation you would have marveled at it.

But the man lying with his tie pulled loose on the floor was your main concern.

You and Bob rushed to where he laid on the wood ground, one on each side. You leaned in, listening to his breaths as Bob asked, “What happened?”

“He fell down those stairs.” An older woman pointed to the set of stairs along one side of the wall. “And we heard the crash and he was gripping his chest.”

You looked at Bob. “Decreased breath sounds.” You took his limp wrist in your hand and felt for a pulse. It was buzzing. “Increased heart rate.”

Bob’s eyebrows furrowed. “Mr. Flannery, it’s Bob. Can you tell us what you’re feeling?”

On the ground, Mr. Flannery’s eyes fluttered open. His lips, a pale gray, parted, but no words came out. Just a raspy breath. You shook your head. “This isn’t a heart attack.”

“Where did you say he fell?”

Charlotte frowned. “Does it matter?”

“Yes, Char, it does,” Bob snapped. “Did he fall on his chest or onto his back?”

“His chest.” A boy in the back piped up. “I saw it but I was too late.”

You and Bob looked at each other at the same time. “Pneumo,” you whispered. Bob nodded. “We need a knife, a sharp one, like a steak knife. And a bottle of vodka. And a straw.”

“What are you doing?” Mrs. Flannery asked, eyes wide

“Ma’am, your husband has a collapsed lung.” You tied your hair up into a ponytail and pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer from your purse, squirting it on your hands before passing it to Bob. “We have to drain the fluid from his chest to re-inflate the lung.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“It can’t wait.” Bob pulled off Mr. Flannery’s shirt buttons, exposing his bloated chest. “Here.” You handed him the bottle of vodka that someone had placed to your left.

Bob shook his head. “I haven’t done surgery since med school rotations,” he said quietly. “This one is on you.”

You sucked in a breath. “Call an ambulance, tell them we have a pneumothorax coming in and to prep for a chest tube.” Quickly, you dribbled the vodka over his chest, and over the steak knife before counting down from his collarbone. The room was quiet as the knife dug into flesh, blood pooling onto the skin as you pressed deeper before reaching for the thin cocktail straw, shoving it down into the space, the hiss of air re-entering the lung filling the room. You leaned back as Bob looked over at you from across Mr. Flannery’s body, a smile on his delicate face. You smiled back, looking up at Mr. Flannery’s wife. “He’s going to be fine.”

“Thank Jesus,” she whispered, tears dotting her lash line. Outside, you saw the bright colors of the ambulance. “Oh my, that’s the paramedics.”

You and Bob tended to Mr. Flannery as the paramedics got him cleaned up and on the stretcher. One of them frowned at you. “Did you do this?”

“Yes.”

“Pretty advanced for a nurse.”

You looked down at your white nurses outfit, now more realistically splattered with dark red blood. “Nurses are more capable than you think.”

He shrugged, loading the stretcher and closing the back doors. You sagged against the wall, breath finally easing. Bob appeared at your side, holding out a wet towel. “Here.”

“Thanks.”

“That was amazing.”

You snorted. “No it wasn’t.”

“Seriously, it was,” he replied. “You were so calm and deliberate. I couldn’t have done it.”

“You could have and you would have.”

Bob shook his head. “No. I haven’t cut in years. All I do is fill prescriptions, talk to people. Check for high blood pressure.”

“That stuff is important.”

“Not as important as surgery.”

“You know just as well as I do that surgeons get a big head,” you said. “And it’s almost always for no good reason. They’re not better than anyone else. They just know how to do more with thread.”

“Thank you. For stepping in and helping.”

“That’s the job, right?” you asked. “Fix people. Even if we’re not fixable ourselves.”

“Olive.” There was something sad in his voice. An inflection that caught you off guard.

“I should go find Bradley,” you said quietly.

Bob nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

“I’ll see you later.”

You could feel the heat of Bob’s eyes on you as you walked away. Inside, the party had mostly gone back to normal. You found Bradley in the main living room, a beer in one hand. His chocolate eyes lit up when he spotted you. “Doc! Heard about the save. You’re a small town hero.”

You blushed. “This hero wants a drink.”

“Wine coming right up.”

“Make it tequila,” you said and Bradley raised an eyebrow. Across the room, Bob leaned across the door frame, eyes quietly watching. “The night is just getting started.”

***

The light strained your eyelids as you opened them and winced. “Fuck,” you muttered. The pounding in your head was a thousand drum solos mixed over each other.

You felt around for your phone and paused. The material beneath your fingertips felt different. Eyes opening, you looked around. You weren’t in the guest house.

“What the hell?” you whispered, surveying the empty room. It was classically appointed: cream linen curtains, a lovely dark wood canopy bed, a cane dresser topped with a vase of flowers. You squinted. Where the hell were you?

The door swung open and Bradley strutted in with a glass of water and a croissant. “Morning Doc.”

You stared at him. He had on a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt. Bradley sat the items down on the nightstand to your right.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like death personified.”

He chuckled. “Tequila will do that to you.”

You looked around at the rumpled bed and then back at Bradley. “Did we, um?” Your hands flailed around and Bradley’s eyes went wide with recognition.

He shook his head. “No ma’am.”

“Thank God.” He laughed. “No offense,” you added quickly.

“None taken.” God, his voice was smooth and rough at the same time. Deep and luscious. “I don’t make a habit of sleeping with women who are entirely not in their right mind.”

“How bad was I?”

“Before or after you danced on the table?”

“No I didn’t.”

Bradley chuckled. “You did. Quite a show, Doc. I’m impressed.”

You buried your head in your hands. “Oh my God, I have to move. Again. I’ll never live this down.”

“You weren’t the only one,” Bradley added, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Bob also got quite hammered.”

“Really?” That piqued your interest.

“Yup. Saw him going upstairs with Charlotte.”

You grimaced. There was something about that girl, you couldn’t put your finger on it but you didn’t like her. “Good for them.”

Bradley’s eyes searched yours for a moment, sensing your tone. But then he thought better of it and dropped it. He opened his mouth to say something as the doorbell rang. “I’ll be right back.”

A few moments later, you heard the door open and voices in the front of the house. Curious, you slipped out of bed, head pounding, tiptoeing around the corner. Bob stood in the doorway. “Mr. Flannery is at Atlanta General,” he said. “I’m going later today, but the medical team there has let me know he’s stable.”

You let out a sigh and both Bob and Bradley’s eyes turned to you. You froze as Bob’s blue eyes roamed over you: oversized t-shirt that you didn’t remember changing into, hair a mess, bare legs and feet.

His face hardened. “Dr. James.”

You stepped in closer. “So he’s doing fine?”

Bob nodded. “Yes, no complications.”

“I should go with you,” you said. “To the hospital to check on him.”

“You look like you’ve got your hands full,” he said. There was a tightness to his words.

You frowned. “He’s my patient, I’d like to check on him.”

“Fine.” Bob stepped back. “I’ll see you there.”

“You don’t want to drive together?”

“I’m leaving now,” Bob said. “And you’re underdressed. Goodbye, Bradshaw.” He stepped off of the porch and was gone before you could respond. Bradley shut the door and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“What’s his deal?” you asked.

“Bob?”

“He’s so hot and cold,” you replied. “Last night he was so nice to me after the procedure. And now he’s like this. I don’t get it.”

“He’s got a lot going on in his life,” Bradley said. “Don’t take it personally.”

“I don’t see how I can’t,” you muttered. “Considering it’s me he’s being mean to.”

“Come on Doc,” Bradley said gently. “Let’s have some coffee and maybe you’ll forget about Floyd.”

“Doubtful,” you groaned, but allowing Bradley to steer you back into the bedroom. You settled into the bed and lifted the cup of coffee to your lips, sighing as you took a sip. “Fuck, that’s good.”

He grinned. “Blue Bottle grounds. I order them from California.”

“Maybe I need to start drinking my coffee here every day instead of Breakers.”

“I’d like that.” You turned to Bradley, eyebrows raised. He shrugged. “Hey, you’re the one in my bed.”

“You put me here!”

He laughed. “You crawled in voluntarily. I know you didn’t ask but I’ll just let you know that I slept on the couch.”

“Good to know.” You set the coffee cup down. “And the t-shirt I’m wearing?”

Bradley held up his hands. “I set it out for you but you changed all by yourself.”

“So what you’re telling me is you’re a real gentleman.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along, Doc.”

You leaned back against the pillows. “Never did I think this is where my life would be.”

“Enjoy it,” Bradley said. “Life is slow down here. It’s nice.”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “It is nice.”

***

“Dr. Olive James,” you said at the nurses station. “From Willow. I just wanted to check on a patient, Mr. Flannery?”

“One moment, please.” You turned around, tapping your heel, waiting for the nurse on the phone while a group of EMTs rushed to the desk. “Dr. James? He’s in room 504.”

“Thank you.” You slung your purse higher over your shoulder.

One of the EMTs squinted. “Hey, aren’t you that nurse from the party last night? The one who put in a temp chest tube?”

You smirked. “Yes, I am. But that was a costume.”

“What?”

“I’m a double board certified surgeon and obstetrician,” you replied and the EMT’s eyes went wide.

“Why’d you let me believe you were a nurse?”

“Nothing wrong with being a nurse,” you replied. “I couldn’t do my job without nurses.”

Upstairs, you exited the elevator and turned left. The astringent smell of the antiseptic and the flickering overhead lights brought you back to the hospital in New York. It felt wrong to be strutting down the hallway in pumps and a dress instead of scrubs and Hokas.

“Hello?” You knocked on the open door. “May I come in?”

“Come in, sweetheart.”

You rounded the corner. Mr. Flannery laid on the bed and his wife stood at his bedside. They smiled as you entered the room. “Hi. How are you feeling?”

“Like a new man,” he said with a smile.

“Dr. James.” Mrs. Flannery rushed to your side and grabbed your hands in her ice cold ones. “Thank you so much for saving my husband.”

“No need to thank me,” you said. “It was nothing. Dr. Floyd helped as well.”

“It was all you,” Bob said. You turned, eyes wide. Bob was sitting on a chair in the corner, one leg crossed over his opposite knee.

You flushed. “Thank you. But I just wanted to drop by and check on how you’re doing.”

“Doctor says I’m no longer at risk for an infection, and should be clear to leave tomorrow.”

“Any complications?” you asked. “Difficulty breathing, racing heart rate. Feeling like you’re swimming underwater?”

Mr. Flannery shook his head. “No, ma’am. Nothing like that.”

You smiled. “Well, everything sounds good in that case. I’ll let you rest.”

Just as you turned, Charlotte entered the room. Her tiny nose puckered up when she spotted you. “Dr. James.” It came out thin and judgy, just like she was.

“Charlotte,” you replied.

“Bobby.” She turned to Bob, voice raised a half an octave. “Do you want to get some coffee?”

“I should be going,” he said, standing up. “I’ll see Dr. James out.”

“Thank you again,” Mr. Flannery said.

“Any time.”

You and Bob headed for the door as Charlotte narrowed her eyes in the background. Even though he was two feet away you could almost feel the heat of his hand on your back the way it had been the night before at the party as he steered you through the crowd. A shiver slipped down your back.

It was a silent walk down the hallway. Hospitals had a certain smell, feel. You could practically hear codes calling, beepers buzzing. A part of you longed for it. The rush. The adrenaline. The sleepless nights. The sound of a newborn baby’s cries. The steady beep as a ventilator was shut off before silence eclipsed a room.

Bob stopped at his car parked in the front row. “So are you and Bradley a thing?” he asked.

You frowned. “What? No, we’re just friends.”

Bob snorted. “Friends, sure. I also have friends who sleep at my house wearing only a t-shirt.”

“I heard you slept with Charlotte last night.” It slipped out of your mouth, hot like fire.

Bob looked taken aback. “What? No, I didn’t.”

“Oh really? Because I heard you went upstairs together.”

“Only because she was distraught,” he said. “And I had to put her to bed.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Do you care?” Bob asked. Those three words made your throat close up.

“No,” you said after a moment. “Why would I?”

“I don’t know,” he said, head tilted to one side. “Seemed like you do.”

“You’re the one who asked about me and Bradshaw first.”

“He’s my friend,” Bob replied.

“Mine too.”

Bob’s eyes narrowed. He unlocked his car. “I’ll see you at the office, Dr. James.”

“Dr. Floyd,” you replied as he opened the door.

Walking away, you felt a gnawing at your stomach. The trip to the hospital had reminded you of everything you had left behind in New York. There was a bustle to Atlanta General. An air of anxiety that you thrived on.

But it wasn’t just that. It was watching Bob drive away. Something he had said sat heavy on your chest.

Do you care?

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Jealousy with an assistant reader?

You knew it wasn't personal. Just like it didn't start personal when he was flirting with you.

But. That didn't stop you from feeling slightly sick. Public persona or no. It made you feel awkward and insecure. And, if you dwell on any of that you couldn't get through it. You'd cry. Or tear her hair out. or both. And this was too important.

To Bruce and to Batman.

But when he leaned in to murmur in her ear, a hand on her waist, you had to turn and walk away. Finding anywhere else to be. Something to do that wasn't in this room.

______________

Bruce paused at the door way, watching you working diligently on the seemingly endless lists of tasks and hesitated. He KNEW you hated this.

"Sweetheart," he started.

"I'm fine," you answer, not looking up, still shuffling papers.

"Unless you've suddenly caught a cold-"

"It's just allergies," you murmur, "Did you need coffee brought? I can send Charlotte to-"

"Sweetheart," he said softly, feeling his heart twist unpleasantly. You were trying so hard. Trying to deny that you felt jealous- rightfully so. You were his girl and he'd been flirting with someone... trading suggestive jokes and heated banter with someone that wasn't you. And it hurt, no matter how much you knew that he didn't want her. "I'm sorry."

"I don't have time for this-" You break off when your voice breaks and take a shaky breath before you turn to squeeze past him and find Lucius. You found the data he needed to finish what he was doing and he needed that and then- Bruce stops you gently. His grip is careful but unyielding as he pulls you against his chest, tangling his fingers in your hair and inspecting your face carefully before reaching up to wipe tears away with his free hand. His touch is tender as he strokes a calloused thumb across your cheekbone.

"She's pretty," Bruce said, "But. She's not you, baby girl." He bent down and kissed you, loosening his grip on your hair just slightly as he pulled you closer; licking into your mouth. Letting the taste of you wash over him as you lean into him. "She can't make me feel like you do," he breathed. "She can't run my life and keep me wrapped around her little finger- she can't- baby I'm gonna make this up to you okay? Please don't cry."

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't apologize," he pleaded. "Not for being hurt. It's normal to be jealous-"

"I'm being stupid."

"You're human," he said smiling a little, kissing your forehead.

"That doesn't make me not stupid."

"Not stupid," he hummed, "Just human. I'm yours and we didn't discuss you not having me to yourself... not that I want more women."

"I'd hope not," you tell him, "my ego can only take so much-"

Bruce chuckled and slid a hand down to pop your backside, "I've got a special job for you sweetheart."

"Oh?"

"I want you to find yourself something appallingly expensive," he murmured. "Preferably something with very little fabric. Something I can't have you out of the bedroom in. And then I want you to book a trip- anywhere you want to go so I can appreciate you properly-"

"Trying to buy me off, Mr. Wayne?" you ask.

"Don't be silly," he chuckled, "we hate an important date coming-"

"What's that?" you ask, frowning slightly, trying to remember.

"Two years ago," he rumbled, squeezing your bottom affectionately, "Alfred demanded I hire more than a pretty face and handed me your resume- I think it's something worth remembering."

"You remember-"

"For you? Absolutely."

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Over the 7 Seas

Ch. 30

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Author's Note: Chapter 30 ALREADY?!?! It feels like yesterday I started writing this series. For those of you who've followed me every step of this journey so far, I thank you immensely.

Also, this chapter is inspired by a request from @iamapersonwholikesunicorns. So thank you for this idea.

You manage to clear up matters with the rest of the Leclerc family and enjoy a fulfilling dinner, warming up to the brothers and Charlotte.

All of a sudden, you hear a cry. The baby must have awoken.

Charlotte’s fork clatters to the plate as she moves to get up.

“No, no, Charlotte, if it’s alright with you, I can go see to her. I’ve already finished my meal anyway”, you rush out. She looks at you with a grateful expression.

“Can you please? I haven’t been able to have a good meal in weeks, she always seems to know when I’ve just sat down.”

You nod and slip your hand out of Charles’s to go find the infant. He gives an apprehensive Enzo a smile of reassurance.

…

As you approach the crying baby, she stops momentarily, not recognizing you as any of the familiar faces of her family. Her eyes are wide and still glazed with unshed tears as you lift her out of the carrier.

“Hi”, you begin talking to her to engage her. “Aren’t you such a beauty? Why were you crying, sweetheart? Will you help me figure it out? Hmm?”

Her lip wobbles as she can’t seem to grasp the situation, and you frantically search your purse for something that would distract her. You find your keys. You jangle them in front of her, and her eyes light up as she reaches for them. Handing them over to distract her for a bit, you lift her and check for any obvious problems that could have been bothering her.

Diaper full? Nope. Hungry? Not yet. In need of a burping? Nope. What could it be? You rack your brain for any other possibilities. Then it hits you. Bringing a hand to her forehead and her back, you realize she’d been sweating in her clothes.

“Oh, you poor baby. Were you feeling warm, sweetheart? Is that what was bothering you? Did Maman dress you up in too many layers?”

You wipe away the tear tracks from her chubby baby cheeks, using the end of your top to collect the unshed tears from the corners of her eyes. You pick her up and she drops your keys, her attention now drawn to your braid. You let her play with your hair as you make your way to the dining room again.

Peeking your head through the door, you knock on the doorframe to bring attention to yourself. “Hey Charlotte, I think she was overheating– her clothes are soaked through. Can I take them off and get her changed into something else?”

She tells you, yes you can, and that the baby bag is under the lamp in the living room.

As you turn to go, you catch yourself. “I never asked; What’s her name?”

“Isabelle.”

You smile and hum to yourself. What a beautiful name.

The Leclerc family’s eyes follow you out of the room, wondering how you’ve managed to handle the situation so well.

Once you’ve left, Charles fills them in on how you’d come to Europe with your friend Marie and her daughter Leila, who had been around the same age as Isabelle when you’d moved to Nice. He also told them about you having a younger sister back in the States.

As he unpacks all this new information, Pascale covers her mouth with a napkin and smiles to herself. You’d make such an amazing mother.

…

Down the hall, you were playing with Isabelle, her giggles permeating throughout the house as you held her up and she bounced, standing on her unsteady legs. She was so cute, you had to stop yourself from holding her close and inhaling the still-there baby powder scent she gave off.

After playing around and babbling and cackling uncontrollably for the past hour, she crawls into your arms and lays her head on your shoulder. You situate her comfortably and hum a lullaby from your childhood to her, rocking back and forth gently while patting her back.

Charles steps into the room and your eyes meet his as you smile and bring a finger to your lips, telling him to be quiet. He nods and makes his way over to the sofa, taking a seat silently. He watches with a flutter in his heart as you handle his niece with such care– It makes him jump to visions of a future with you. He’d always been a family man, but none of his past partners seemed to feel the same way. And then you came along and lit up his life.

He rests his cheek on his hand as he watches you lull Isabelle to sleep. Lorenzo and Charlotte enter the room just as you get up to place her back in her carrier.

“Thank you so much Y/n”, whispers Charlotte.

“Of course, I love children and I’m willing to help out anytime you need some.”

Lorenzo comes over and shakes your hand. “It seems I misjudged you greatly. I apologize for treating you so harshly tonight.” He looks over to where Isabelle is resting, love in his gaze. “Isabelle doesn’t take to anyone as easily as she did to you, you know? Not even Charles and Arthur. She seems to be a good judge of character.”

“Yeah, and she gets all of that from me, asshole”, interjects Charlotte.

He kisses her temple affectionately. “Of course she does. She needed to balance out the fact that she has all of her daddy’s charming looks, so she took your personality. Something tells me she’ll be a handful when she’s older…”, retorts playfully, earning him a smack to the chest.

…

After bidding everyone goodbyes, you and Charles make your way over to his car. Once he gets seated, he shuts the door and rests his head on the headrest with a thump and a sigh. He tilts his head your way. “Chéri, have I ever told you how much I love you?”

You grin shyly. “Once or twice.”

“Well, I love you. And that could not have gone better. I’m so proud of you.”

“You think so? I don’t know… I felt like–”

“Love, I’m telling you, you managed to win them all over without bribes and sweet talk, so yes, that could not have gone better. If anything, you’re stuck with me forever now.”

He brings a kiss to your knuckles, leaning over the armrest to place one on your lips softly.

“It’s late”. He checks the time. “Do you want to stay over at my place tonight? I can lend you some clothes”.

You chew your lip, contemplating his offer and weighing your options. You didn’t want to accidentally wake Marie and Leila, but you also didn’t want them to worry about you not turning up.

“Ok, just– Can I text Marie that I’ll be staying over at yours?” His thumb comes up to caress your cheek, which you lean into instinctually. “You never have to ask Chéri.”

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ay0nha · 1 year

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Sugar For the Trail | Tommy Miller

(obsessed with this gif, I couldn’t help but use it again)

SUMMARY: Each experience was different; they ranged and fluctuated, but it was a business, one you were good at creating a show for. You fulfilled fantasies; it required creativity and asked for the patience of a saint. However, this felt different.

PAIRING: cowboy!Tommy Miller x brothel worker!f!reader (western au)

WORD COUNT: 2.3K

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+), little plot alotta porn, mentions of guns, etc.

A/N: Thank YOU so much for this request. My god, was this what my brain needed. I wrote this SO fast so mind the errors and if it seems rushed. Now, let’s all all remember SEX WORK IS WORK. As always, MANY thanks to @from-the-clouds YOU are the best. Enjoy!

No kissing.

No marking.

No refunds.

The sign had painted lettering tainted by the dust the men carried in. Its movement screeched with every spurred boot that stepped past the swinging doors. The rules lived in the same grey area of the world occupied. If there was no one to enforce them, respect was rarely given.

You watched the oils separate in the tepid water of your bath, floating away in bubbled clusters. The small ritual of the water helped your shift. It was a moment of peace before the unpredictability of the night. The bar was open even when it wasn’t; the men shouted and gambled, but it felt quieter than normal, still.

You could make out the slow yet agonizing clock ticks; you could feel your allotted time disappearing. The metronome rhythm drove you crazy. The sound followed you even as you sunk deep under the water. Yet, the water rippled, announcing someone’s presence as it carried the vibrations of their interruption.

Reemerging confirmed that privacy was unknown in the establishment, especially as your closest confidant threw you a scoff. “Drowning yourself already?”

You pushed yourself out of the wooden basin. “Don’t be bleak, Charlotte.”

“There’s new company tonight.” She wrapped a towel around you tightly, wiping at the water droplets that met at your chin. “Some of the girls think he’s wanted, an outlaw.” The newer girls always gossiped while the more seasoned spun exaggerated tales. “Doc said he’s a sharpshooter that can spot bounty from a mile away.”

“He can’t be both.”

“Doesn’t matter; he’s the best there is. I can feel it.”

“Every man claims to be the best.” Your eyes rolled, tying a delicate robe around your waist. His status hadn’t mattered to you, knowing he’d be a forgotten whisper by the morning. “Who’s he with tonight?”

“Doc wants you to meet him…” Charlotte hid her envy as she pinched your cheeks. She always commented you needed more color. “...Says you’re the only one who won’t fall in love.”

—--

He hovered close to the door after firmly shutting it behind him. The dark-brimmed hat covered his face, but you noted the curls underneath. He moved slowly as if fatigue would take him at any moment. Like every client, he counted the pay and moved to get comfortable.

“Mind if I?” His drawl deepened when his eyes met yours, gesturing to his hat. The candlelight flickered over his features, allowing you to take in his appearance. They were right, he was handsome.

“Please,” You encouraged him. It wasn’t until he went for his jacket that you helped pull it from his broad shoulders. “Will I get a name?”

“Tommy.”

“Charmed.” You blew out a handful of candles near you, leaving the lit ones as a trail to the bed before sitting on it. “You coming from far, Tommy?”

He hummed. The healing marks below his eye were the only thing he carried for the past few weeks. “I have further to go.”

“Well, I’m glad you stopped for the night.”

Tommy could tell the polite exchange was rehearsed. It was supposed to gauge him and ease him into flirtations. You wondered what got him here of all places, but that question was put aside as you watched him move to his gun belt and holster.

“You sure you want to do that?”

His lip twitched, revealing a cheeky side that had been so far suppressed. “You planning on shootin’ me?”

“Some of the men down there say you play dirty.” You repeated their complaints. Tommy stalked towards you, spreading your legs open with his own. You reached for his waist, feeling for his muscles, but instead, you felt a familiar outline. He had tucked the cards there when the game started to reflect his loss. “They’ll kill you if they find those.”

“You gonna tell on me?” Something settled deep within your stomach when you felt his breath fanning your lips. You chased his lips slightly, just for him to tease you, as he pulled back, “Hmm?”

On the busier nights, you wore elaborate things and trailed your fingers along the nape of the necks of the men downstairs, whispering filthy promises to get them to leave their company. Tonight was slow. There was always commotion, but now everyone's voices were hushed to hear about the cowboy dressed in black. The very one that tantalizingly pulled at your robe.

Tommy traced the curves of your body with his hand, going over the dip and rise of your waist and hip. It was a delicate dance to see how your skin reacted. The lace you wore was bought with borrowed money. You prayed Tommy wasn’t the type to pull until it ripped. But you didn’t care as his fingertips grazed everywhere, bringing each nerve ending to life.

His eyes locked with yours as he sank to his knees before you. The fabric was pulled slowly, falling to your ankles just to end in his back pocket. Settling himself between your legs, Tommy splayed his hands wide on the insides of your thighs, pushing them out and exposing you in the most vulnerable way possible to him. His lips trailed closer to your core, touch warm when he went to devour.

“What are you doing?” The sensation was easy to get distracted by, but your eyes snapped open. Between your legs, he felt welcomed; your words betrayed you. “We don’t offer those services here.”

“What am I supposed to do if I can’t kiss you?”

Tommy’s pupils were blown, and his voice desperately held back lust. There were always considerate men to help balance the opposite. It was always the young ones, the innocent ones. On the off-chance, the widower just wanted to be held. But there had never been this. Your thoughts lagged, inhibiting your words. Tender touches were unheard of without conditions attached.

“I’ll pay double.”

Another grey area, one you’d never participated in. Yet, you desired the touch. The establishment was ruthless with their pay, entirely arbitrary and stolen half the time. The rates were based on looks and desirability. The rules were designed to be broken, but rarely in your favor like this.

“Okay.” Your nod was eager.

Staring at you, Tommy lowered his head and licked along your slit. His mouth was everywhere, his tongue dipping and gliding as he consumed you. At your bud, he gave you the softest kiss. A few more kisses and you were mewling. Your back arched, and he knew he wanted to hear more of those pretty little sounds from you.

“That’s it.” Tommy praised you. His tongue worked you so well, with an ease that came only from a great extent of knowledge. “Keep makin’ those noises for me.”

He needed this. His journey required him to exert so much of himself, but he could never be selfish like this. Your body, your warmth, held a kindness he could never have for longer than a night. He made a sound of satisfaction as he glided his tongue over you, his hand releasing your thigh to stretch you further.

Tommy freed a hand, giving attention to where his tongue had left bare—first one, then two. Moaning quietly, your hands sunk into his curls and gripped at the root, earning a groan from him that vibrated through you.

“Oh, god–” Your moan was genuine as you couldn’t keep it in. You graced him with what he wanted. You sighed his name in the same pattern he set for you. “—Tommy.”

The sound of his name slipping out of your mouth like that, all salacious and full of yearning, made his cock harden and his pride sore.

“Tell me what you need.”

“Don’t stop.”

The feeling of his touch soothed you. How long he spent working you over, you had no idea. Your peak was already approaching before you could consider faking anything. Each experience was different; they ranged and fluctuated, but it was a business, one you were good at creating a show for. You fulfilled fantasies; it required creativity and asked for the patience of a saint. However, this felt different.

Your chest raised towards the bed’s canopy, and you pushed your hips further into his face. With a purposeful suck on your clit, your body tensed and snapped. Tommy’s hand dug into your thigh as he continued pumping his fingers and inhaling your clit to prolong your orgasm.

You felt the harsh rise and fall of your chest, thinking the reason Tommy pulled such an authentic reaction from you was from the long work days. You deserved this, you thought. He relaxed your body in a way that nothing but a completely fresh start would.

Tommy stood, his lips shining with you in the candlelight as he finally undressed. You eyed him hungrily in your dazed state, watching his shirt flutter to the floor, followed by his bottoms. Your faltering breaths filled the otherwise quiet room. Settling between your legs once more, he hovered above you. You could only hold his dark gaze briefly before your eyes drift downwards.

You needed to feel him just as much as he needed your touch. You followed the dark trail of his navel to feel his heavy cock in your palm, giving an experimental stroke from base to tip. You repeated the action, trailing your thumb along the vein you felt on the underside.

Tommy’s forehead dropped onto yours, his breathing deep. A flick of your eyes upwards showed you that his were closed, his jaw clenched tight. The sight sent tingles through you. With a tightened grip, you stroked him again, thumbing at his leaking head.

Panting, Tommy’s words blended together, “W-won’t last if you do that, sweetheart.”

The statement exhilarated you. Many men had a quick release; it was the only thing their drunken desires could allow them. Yet, the cowboy in your arms wanted nothing more but to stretch his time with you, every touch entirely at your disposal.

Tommy let you pump him a few more times before he twisted you in his arms, encouraging your ass to perk in the air and legs spread beneath him. Grasping himself in one hand, he slowly pushed into you.

Gradually, he pulled his length out of you before pushing it back in at the same pace. You felt so full. It felt so good.

“Say that again.” Tommy all but growled, reacting to something you hadn’t realized left your mouth.

“You feel so g-good.” Your teeth snagged your bottom lip as he moved in and out of you. You’re warm and tight—so tight, around him, and it has him on the brink of madness.

You gasped at the sensation as Tommy set a measured pace, slowly dragging his hard length out of you before slowly pushing it back in, ensuring you felt everything. The slow pull out, the perfect roll of his hips back in— the fullness was divine. He was ingraining every inch, every moment of this—him, into your memory.

You turned your head, so your lips are against his ear. “Tommy, I need you–” You purred again at the shell of his ear. “Faster.”

“Your eyes,” Tommy commanded in a tone so low you felt the rumble of it against you. ”Let me see your eyes.”

Something was clawing at your stomach, and you couldn’t deny the request. You tilted your head back to meet his gaze. With him behind you, the look on your face made him even harder as he put a little more power behind his next thrust, watching as it makes you moan again.

“Oh fuck.” You gasped, feeling the coil within you tightening again. He gave another deep thrust, the force pushing you slightly up the bed.

“Takin’ me so well…” He soothed, sneaking a hand down to your clit. The cool touch caused you to thrust back, and Tommy groaned, pushing back deeply, his speed increasing. “I’m going to be dreamin’ ‘bout you for days.”

Every roll of his hips made you dizzier, pushing you higher every time the head of his cock dragged inside you against that one spot, and all you can do is moan through bitten lips. You weren’t usually this soft-spoken, but you were terrified of what you would confess.

Tommy was savoring the feeling of your cunt clenching around him as he fucked you, the saltiness on your neck as he sucked on your skin, and the bouncy flesh of your ass as his fingertips dug into you. You whimpered, the sensations building within you. You’re so close; you’re right there.

Combined with his circling finger and deep thrusts, you fall apart, breathing out Tommy’s name as stars erupted behind your eyes; a pleasure so intense your eyes rolled back, making your whole body tighten and relax repeatedly as you whine for Tommy as you swam in ecstasy.

“You're beautiful." He knew the position he had put you in already tested your generosity. But Tommy was fearless with his admission.

You could feel him twitch in you; all you wanted was for Tommy to fill you so completely that you’d feel him for days. But, pulling out of your pulsing heat, Tommy spilled over your back with a wrecked moan.

Tommy dropped onto you, his arm bending to take most of his weight so he doesn’t crush you entirely. His forehead fell between your shoulder blades, your heaving breaths matching as you return to yourselves, unprepared to face the shared mistake.

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remuslupinsdaughter · 27 days

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Protection

Sons of anarchy x child

Summary: just a story I thought of where a young girl of around 12 runs away from her abusive father and goes to the sons for help

Warnings: trigger warnings for this one, abuse, swearing, physical and mental abuse, lots of angst, hints of sexual abuse

Enjoy my loves!!

Charlie froze as she heard her father’s keys jingle in the front door, she put her book down and sat bolt upright as she listened to him drop his keys in the bowl and open the fridge, “CHARLOTTE” he yelled, Charlie scrambled to her feet and quickly went to the kitchen where her father was stood looking at her angrily, he was clearly drunk, “the hell are you doing?” He slurred, Charlie stammered, “I…I was just studying in my room” she backed away from him and pulled her sleeves over her hands, her father swiped a vase off the counter angrily, Charlie turned to run but her father grabbed her by the hair, she screamed out in pain, “SHUT UP” he yelled and slammed her against the counter, she cried out and slumped down against the floor, she curled up and sobbed as her father walked straight past her to the living room, kicking her hard on his way.

Charlie dragged herself to her feet, tears still streaming down her face, she limped to her room and grabbed her backpack, she grabbed clothes from her drawers and stuffed them in the bag.

Charlie snuck out her room, peering down the hallway, her dad was passed out asleep in his chair, she snuck through the house to her front door and grabbed the keys from the bowl, her dad coughed making her freeze, she heard his snoring again and quickly unlocked the door and ducked out.

The night air was cold, Charlie shivered, pulling her jacket closer to her, Charming was a small town, everyone knew her father as Brian Hansley, the local butcher, everyone also knew that if you were in trouble and needed help, you go to the local biker club, the sons of anarchy.

Charlie’s feet ached, she’d been walking for around an hour, she approached TM auto shop, the gate was closed, she tried to pull it open but was quickly met with an extremely intimidating man holding a gun. Charlie stumbled backwards, holding her hands up, “beat it kid” the man said, “no wait please! I need help, I need to speak to the president please” Charlie pleaded, the man looked her up and down, “wait here” he said and walked over to the group of bikers sat on the benches.

Charlie shivered and played with the sleeves of her jacket, the bikers looked over at her, the man back over, “gimme that backpack” he said , Charlie handed it over, the man nodded her over to follow him, Charlie followed behind him nervously.

As she approached the group of intimidating man Charlie felt herself getting more and more nervous, the men stared at her, “prospect says you wanted to speak to us?” A man smoking a cigar said, Charlie looked at the men staring holes in her, she stammered, almost like she’d forgotten how to speak English.

“Come on kid, what’re you doing out here at two in the morning by yourself you’re what ten?” The man said, “twelve” Charlie mumbled, she took a breath, “you guys protect people right?” She asked, the man nodded and took a drag from his cigar, “why you in some kind of trouble?” He replies, Charlie nodded, “I need you to protect me from my dad” she blurts out, the biker clubs curiosity grows, “what’d he do?” A different man asked, with long blonde hair, Charlie tenses and plays with her sleeves again, “he gets real drunk, beats the shit out of me, I can’t stay there any longer, sometimes his friends come over, they try and do stuff to me” tears form in her eyes, the blonde man exhales angrily, “Jesus Christ”.

“What’s your dad’s name honey?” A different man asks, “Brian Hansley, he’s the local butcher for Charming” Charlie replied, using her sleeves to wipe her eyes. The man with the cigar takes a deep sigh, “church” he says and stands up, walking inside the clubhouse, the rest of the men follow.

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Bottled Up

"My Little Cocoa Bean" Series

Summary: Ben/Bean (age 12) battles a bout of nerves before the school play. Willy tries to get his mind off of things.

A/N: See if you can spot the reference to Dune Part 1.

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You were preparing dinner in the kitchen when you heard the front door fly open and fast, erratic footsteps echo throughout the house. "Mamma?!" you heard Ben shout.

His loud, brazen entrance startled you. You were glad that you had already finished chopping up the vegetables and put away the knife, or else you may have accidentally cut yourself when you jumped. "In the kitchen, dear," you called back.

Ben sprinted through the kitchen door, nearly sliding into the table in his rush. "Mamma, Mamma! I got the part! I got the part of Peter Pan!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, Ben! That's fantastic!" You jumped up and down and clapped your hands with glee. "I'm so proud of you! All of those hours of practicing paid off." You wiped your hands on your apron (and the tears from your eyes) before wrapping him in a big hug. At just twelve years old, you and he nearly saw eye to eye. He was going to be tall and lanky like his father, who arrived at the house a couple of minutes behind Ben. The boy had apparently run ahead after he visited the chocolate factory after school, eager to share his news.

"There's my thespian!" Willy announced proudly with a big grin on his face when he caught up to the two of you in the kitchen. He joined your hug and wrapped his arms around both you and Ben.

Charlotte and Brownie came running in from playing in the backyard to find out what all the fuss was about. "What's going on?"

"Bean got the lead role in the school play!" Willy informed her as he opened his arms to invite her into the group hug.

"Great, now we have to listen to him practice the whole show, not just that one piece?" The sassy 8-year-old rolled her eyes but then smiled and hugged her big brother. "Good job," she mumbled into his side.

Ben had obsessively practiced in the weeks leading up to the audition and continued to do so until the day of the event. Willy enjoyed spending his evenings running lines with the boy, and even offered tips for dramatic flourishes. What he didn't enjoy, though, was watching Ben be so hard on himself. As the big day neared, he would practically fall apart if he couldn't remember a line or deliver it perfectly.

"I- I can't do this, Papa. They should have picked someone else for the role," Ben lamented after a particularly rough rehearsal. He sat on the front porch of their house with his head in his hands. Willy seated himself next to his son and put a hand on his back, gently rubbing in a soothing circular motion.

"I really think you need to take a break. I never thought I would say this, but you have to get your nose out of that book. You've been practicing nonstop for days. Weeks, even. Your brain needs time to rest or else you will stay in this fog," Willy said in a low, calm tone.

"But there's only a week left until the show!" Ben shouted, his voice strained from holding back tears. Willy's hand stilled at the uncharacteristic outburst.

"Bean. I am serious. I respect how you are putting your heart and soul into this performance. But it shouldn't come at the expense of your health." He paused. "I don't want you to look at that script this weekend."

"But-"

"No buts, Benjamin. We are going to find something fun to do to get your mind off of things. I can almost guarantee you'll feel better by Monday."

Ben knew he had lost the argument when his father used his full name, which was rare. "Okay, fine," the boy grumbled.

"Besides, it will help you get into character. Peter Pan is a carefree spirit, after all," Willy joked as he ruffled Ben's hair. "Say, that gives me an idea. How about we go out in the boat? With the wind in your hair, you'll feel like you're flying, just like Peter Pan!"

Ben offered a closed-lipped smile and nodded in agreement. Willy clapped him on the back before going back inside to brief you on the plan. After some discussion, you thought it best if you took Charlotte into town for a girls' day while Willy took Ben out on the boat. She had a knack for winding Ben up, as siblings do, which would be counterproductive in his current state. Besides, you were overdue on taking some one-on-one time with your daughter.

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The weekend came, and Ben and Willy made their way to the docks early Saturday morning. Willy noted Ben's posture as he walked ahead toward the boat. Slumped. Defeated. Weary. He was more determined than ever to help his son out of these doldrums.

They loaded their supplies in silence, and Willy navigated them to the beach they had first visited many years ago when Ben was only three. The boy's curly hair flowed behind him as he faced into the wind. He looked back and smiled at his father as they neared land. Ben loved this place. Willy shined a hopeful smile in return.

Once the boat was tied off, the pair started aimlessly ambling along the shoreline. Willy stayed silent, wanting Ben to take the lead when he was ready to open up. It didn't take long. Ben paused to stare out at the sea.

"I'm scared," he said flatly, without looking at his father.

"I know." Willy stayed a step behind, watching his son stare off into the distance. "Want to talk through what exactly you're scared of?"

"That I'm going to mess up my lines and make a fool of myself and my castmates. That I wasn't the right choice for the role." Ben sighed and ducked his head.

"I see. So you think Ms. Harper makes poor decisions?"

"What?! No, she's the best teacher I've ever had!" Ben replied defensively.

"Then perhaps you should trust that she made the right decision about you. Now, of course, I might be a little biased, but I have seen you practice. You own the role so well that you transform, Bean. I no longer see my son, but a mischievous, adventurous scamp who fights pirates and flies to distant worlds on nothing but faith, trust, and pixie dust. You transport people into the story by making it so believable. Not just anybody can do that." He laid a hand on Ben's shoulder and squeezed. "And if you don't get a line quite right, the audience will be none the wiser. Especially if they are enchanted by your delivery. They won't have the script in front of them."

Ben looked to the side at the hand on his shoulder and covered it with his own for a moment. Willy responded with just a light squeeze, then the two continued their trek down the beach.

They eventually made their way up to a grassy hill where they decided to sit a spell. Ben laid back to watch the clouds drift slowly. Willy sat next to him, legs bent so he could rest his arms on his knees and look out across the water.

"You know, this reminds me of the day we spent together before your very first day of school. We went to the park, ran around, and watched the clouds float by. You were nervous then, too," Willy reminisced.

"Yeah? Seems to be a theme," Ben scoffed.

His father chuckled. "Perhaps. But you faced that first day head on even though you were scared. You didn't let it stop you. I have a feeling you will tackle this in much the same way. Even if the play is a disastrous flop - which it won't be - you're still the only thing I ever needed you to be." Willy looked down to make eye contact with Ben. "My son."

The boy's lip trembled. He sat up and wiped tears from his eyes. Willy wrapped an arm around and pulled him into his side. Ben buried his face into Willy's shoulder, and the floodgates to his tears opened. The poor boy had bottled up so much stress. In time, his sobs subsided, and he pulled away from his father to sit up straight again.

"Thank you, Papa," Ben said softly as he wiped his red, blotchy face. "You were right, as always. I do feel better."

"I'm glad I could help." Willy clapped him on the back then pushed himself off the ground, brushing the dirt off his pants as he stood. He held a hand out to Ben to help him up. "We better get going if we want to get home before dark."

On the walk back to the boat, Willy noticed the boy walked a little taller with a bit more spring to his step. There's my boy, he thought.

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The rest of the week passed quickly. Ben was still nervous but not to the point of incapacitation like before the trip. On the evening of the play, Willy handed Ben a box full of giraffe milk macaroons for him to share with his castmates. In the box, you included a note that said, "Break a leg and have fun!" Ben kissed you on the cheek, shook his father's hand, and left early to get into costume.

You, Willy, and Charlotte arrived at the auditorium and took your seats. Willy's leg bounced up and down with nerves until it was time for the show to start.

"Are you alright?" you whispered.

"Just a little nervous for him. I know how much this means to him."

You squeezed his hand and turned your attention to the stage as the curtain rose. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Willy mouthing lines throughout the performance and holding his hands to his mouth during the most dramatic scenes. He was the first to jump up to applaud when the curtain fell, triggering a standing ovation. The cast and crew came out once more to take a bow.

"Bravo, bravo!" Willy yelled, catching Ben's attention, who smiled at his family and waved excitedly. Willy looked over at you with glossy eyes. "He was perfect," he whispered.

"He's a natural showman, just like you."

"My little cocoa bean."

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Making amends- Tommy Shelby

Tommy Shelby x reader (horse trainer) one shot

Summary: Tommy Shelby hires a new horse trainer. But she would do more than just train his horse, she will fix his broken relationship with Charlie and in the process, she will earn his heart.

🎂 🥳 Happy Birthday Selene! @peakypoet !!!! I hope you have a great day :)

Here is your request, I paired it with something I wanted to write for so long; fix Tommy’s relationship with Charlie after he put Dangerous to sleep.

Gif set by @thesoldiersminute ❤️‍🩹

Horse trainer inspiration in Charlotte Casiraghi

⚠️ Fluff and smut 🔥

“Mr. Shelby, the horse trainer you hired is here.” Frances announced carefully, she knew her boss’s mood could change any minute.

Tommy didn’t even lift his eyes from the papers in front of him, the smoke of his cigarette clouding around him.

It was barely past eight o clock and his glass of whiskey was almost empty. But Frances remained quiet.

“Good, you prepared one of the rooms, right? Take her to the stables, tell her to start working with the new horse right away.”

Nodding she was about to leave the room, but she used her entire courage to speak her mind.

“Mr. Shelby, Charlie refuses to leave his room.”

“He will come out Frances… eventually.” He started a new cigarette. “That’s all, you can go.”

Charlie has been struggling with the death of his precious Dangerous, he didn’t understand that the horse was poorly, that it was better to put him to sleep. It was an act of kindness to end his suffering. But Charlie still hadn’t forgiven him.

There was a knock on the door and then Ruby appeared running towards him.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

Tommy looked at Lizzie, he didn’t like to be interrupted and she knew that.

“Mummy says we are going to town to do some errands.”

“You do? Go and find your brother then.”

As Ruby left the office, Lizzie batted her lashes.

“I need to buy her new shoes, she’s growing so fast.”

Without a word, Tommy took a bunch of money from his pocket and handed it to her.

“She asked me the other day why we don’t live here you know?”

“Hmm.”

“Mayb-”

“I have to finish this, close the door when you leave.” Lizzie had been trying that trick for a while, but today it wasn’t her lucky day.

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“It gets pretty cold at night, you’re going to need this.” Frances handed you a coat and offered some tea.

“Thank you, Frances.”

“Are you coming soon? Dinner is ready.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize it was so late, I got lost in this paradise.”

“How long have you’ve been working with horses?”

“As soon as I started walking, my father worked for a family that raised them,” You admitted with a small chuckle. “What about you?” Soon, she started filling you in with some details about her and another important matters you needed to know.

Walking over to the kitchen after taking a bath, you wondered if Frances got tired of waiting for you, she seemed so polite and nice and had promised to show you how she made the apple pie that smelled so good when you arrived. But instead of finding her, you found a little boy in the middle of the stairs.

“Hello! What are you doing there?”

He seemed to study you for a while, trying to figure out if he could trust you.

“I’m Y/N, the new horse trainer.”

That seemed to cheer him up. “You like horses?”

“I love them!” But right after informing you that, he looked down, sadness in every pore.

“Oh, but why the sad face? I think Frances left some apple pie somewhere, would you like to have some with me?”

Still not excited as he seemed to be about horses, the kid offered you his small hand and guided you to the kitchen.

“My name is Charles, but you can call me Charlie.” He informed you.

“That’s a lovely name, Charlie.”

Over the slice of pie, he seemed to put his guard down and talked to you about a lot of people you had no idea who they were, you decided to avoid talk about horses because he looked so upset earlier.

“I should go to bed.” He wiped his lips with the arm of his pajamas and from the door, he looked back at you. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night Charlie.” You answered but he was already gone.

You only signed up because of the horses, you were provided with everything you might need and your salary was even higher of what you originally asked for. But suddenly you were intrigued about your employer, since the house seemed to be empty other than the maids and the kid you just met.

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“Sorry I couldn’t call you earlier Selene, but I was unpacking and taking a look around.” You informed your sister over the phone, after having breakfast on your own.

“Well… how is it?”

“It’s a dream come true, the horses are the most beautiful creatures and-” you felt something tugging at your jacket. “I’ll call you back later, take care.” You informed her and looking down at Charlie a smile appeared immediately. “Hello Charlie.”

“I used to have a black horse, Dangerous… but my Dad shot him.” He offered you a piece of paper with a draw of a black horse and a kid.

Not knowing what to say or do, you tried to comfort him by asking him to join you at the training session, but he refused. He changed the topic and you were left with more questions than answers.

“Where’s your father Charles?” A tall woman walked towards you, eyeing you up and down.

“I don’t know. Hello Ruby!” A girl with dark hair was hiding behind the woman.

Both kids ran off and as you were about to introduce yourself to her, the woman decided to turn her back and walk away without another word. Sighing, you took your personal belongings, it was time to leave as well.

Walking to the stables, you were able to feel the peace that only horses could provide.

“Hello Mystery.” You greeted her. “Good morning Prince, you’re so handsome today. Zeus, don’t get jealous, I’ll take you for a ride later.” Taking the reins of the new girl, she needed a lot of work. As you guided her out of the stables, you came across a horse you didn’t see the previous day; Sultan.

Looking straight into the horse’s eyes, he was looking back at you and as you held his gaze, you were able to find a part of your soul that you never thought to be found. You swore that he made an almost imperceptive bow with his head, and you did the same for him. He already owned your heart.

“Would you like to use the chair Miss Y/L/N?” The man in charge of cleaning them asked.

“No, thank you I will get her to listen to my orders first.”

You knew she needed a lot of time, but she was a good girl. She was in fine shape and her potential was huge, later you would design a training plan for her. Each horse had their own personality and they couldn’t be trained in the same way, the confidence you build with a horse is the key to make the animal trust you.

Walking back to the barn you took Argo for a ride, he was impatient to go out, his energy was contagious and the two of you immediately bonded, he had a free spirit that’s why he struggled being locked in the stall.

Squeezing your legs a little, Argo understood your signal right away, at first you felt he was holding himself back, unsure if you would let him guide you, making a kiss sound he responded with a small neigh and started to gallop faster. Enjoying the freedom, you let your hair down and allowed the horse to choose the pace.

Stepping out of the house, Tommy got in his car, he had a meeting to attend in town, but it wasn’t long after the car started that he witnessed something he wasn’t ready for; an Amazonian was ridding one of his horses.

“Stop the vehicle.” He ordered his driver and startled he watched as the pair were in their element.

His eyes were fixed on the woman riding Argo, they came across a couple of bushes from Arrow House’s garden, he easily jumped and gracefully made it to the other side. Tommy could hardly blink.

Noticing the pair of eyes looking, you slowed down Argo’s pace.

“That was impressive, he didn’t follow the previous trainer’s orders.” The man admitted looking from the horse, to you.

“Argo follows the orders he wants.”

“That’s what I said to him.” He then extended his hand up, to greet you. “Tommy Shelby.”

“Mr. Shelby! Sorry I didn’t know it was you. Y/N Y/L/N.” You added shaking his hand. Frances told you a bit of him, but you found a bit strange that you didn’t get to introduce yourself on the first day, she assured you he was a busy man.

He told it wasn’t necessary to come down from the horse and instead you made Argo lift his leg and move his head down in a greeting motion.

“I’m sorry I took him for a ride, he was getting impatient.”

“It’s alright you can take them after my girl’s lessons, how’s she doing?”

You had to smile at that. “She’s a beauty, at her best moment for training.”

“Wonderful, let Frances know if you need anything Miss Y/L/N.”

Climbing into the car again, he and his driver left and you started galloping back to the stables.

It was around midday when you went back to the house. Practically empty, only filled with the noise the maids made, so you decided to learn more about what Charlie told you early that day. Frances was surprised to see you in the kitchen, but she shared a little of what the kid had told her about his horse, since that day Charlie refused to be close to any of the horses and he and Tommy weren’t speaking to each other and practically, she was in charge of him all the time. According to her, her boss was suffering as well even though he chose to not show it.

Your heart shattered thinking about what a small kid like him had been through losing his mother so soon and the confusion over his father putting his horse to sleep.

“Charlie needs his father.”

“And his father needs him,” Frances agreed, “but I am no one to tell anything.”

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Over the curse of the following week you kept working with the new horse and Charlie had warmed up to you, he was constantly looking for you, he had a lot of questions about the horses and you realized he was only trying to get some love and comfort. You had only seen Mr. Shelby once or twice while riding one of the horses as well.

One night when you heard a car approaching, you decided to come out from your room and wandered around, watching Mr. Shelby enter his office.

Knocking on the door, after letting him know it was you, you showed him the plan you had designed for his horse, he seemed pleased by it and after a small talk over horses in general, he offered you a glass of whiskey.

“I don’t think that’d be appropriate Mr. Shelby.” Drinking with your boss was totally off limits, plus he was a taken man, or at least you thought do even though his relationship with Ruby’s mum was a bit strange, you’ve heard the gossips the maids shared around. They weren’t officially married but fucked from time to time.

“If it’s me offering you a drink, then it’s alright Miss. Y/L/N.”

Thanking him, you sipped on the drink cautiously, still thinking it was a bad idea. He was dangerously attractive.

“Do you have a name for the horse?”

“Not yet, but I’m open to hear suggestions.” He leaned on his chair behind his desk and tilted his head to the side.

“I think Charlie could be really helpful, he loves to draw horses and he’s always imagining names and stories.” You explained with a smile, the kid surely found a way to your heart.

Looking at the hurt in his eyes over the thought of his son, you decided it was time to go to your room, but first you had to ask him for something. “Mr. Shelby I would like to ask your permission to take Charlie for a ride one of these days, I think he could use the comfort of the horses again.” You tried to convince him. “Or if you don’t trust me with your son, perhaps with all due respect… you could take him for a ride.”

“You mean to compensate for the terrible father I am?” His eyes were lost in the glass of whiskey he was holding, his voice a mere whisper.

Thinking you screwed over, you tried to fix your words. “No, that’s not what I meant… sorry. I-”

One of the maids interrupted your apology announcing she brought him tea and you took that opportunity to leave his office after feeling like you stepped on the line.

Tommy kept looking at the door even though you had already left.

In the last couple of days, Frances informed him that Charlie had been in quiet good spirits and cheerful playing with you once you finished your training lessons, she even heard the boy ask you once if he could watch the session one day.

“Mr. Shelby did you hear me?” The maid asked as she slipped down her uniform to her hips, her breasts on display in front of him.

Tommy’s eyes barely registered her nudity. “Pick up your clothes and get out Susan.”

“But-” Confused the maid looked at him, she had been the object of his pleasure since Lizzie got pregnant with Ruby, apart from cleaning the house, she had been sneaking into his office on a daily basis. She knew sometimes Lizzie took her place, but she didn’t mind, she didn’t feel bad because they weren’t married.

His eyes were hostile when he looked at her, no more words were needed, his orders were clear.

Thinking about your words, he felt guilty for allowing the distance between the two of them to get bigger, he missed those days when Charlie would lie against his chest, completely fast asleep, when his little hands reached for his embrace. Closing his eyes, the memories hit him hard.

Could he build a bridge back to his son? He wanted to, but he didn’t know how to do it.

Walking upstairs, he decided to check on Charlie first, opening the door slowly, Tommy was surprised to find you laying on top of the covers with his boy, a book on your lap and Charlie’s head resting against your chest.

As he approached the bed he realized the book had information about different kind of horses and their characteristics.

The heartache making it hard to breathe. When was the last time he tucked his son to bed?

When was the last time he heard his boy’s laugh?

Feeling anger against himself for abandoning his son like that, he had to fight the tears. He knew he was failing Charlie terribly, not only for putting his horse to sleep, but in every possible way. He was growing up, he knew now some of the things he did.

Tommy allowed his eyes to travel from your legs hugged by the tight beige riding pants, up to your torso concluding on your features; delicate and feminine.

He was aware that it took a kind soul to find the way to the heart of a horse.

And he had to admit that after taking in this scene, you also had won your way to his son’s heart.

Taking a blanket he covered the two of you.

But who was he trying to fool?

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Making a high ponytail, you wanted to go out and ride one of the horses.

After spending most of the morning adjusting the new horse plan and answering a letter your sister Selene sent you, your soul needed the freedom.

But as you were crossing the hall, Charlie found you and Tommy intercepted you.

“Would you like to have lunch with us?” He pulled at your hand.

Surprised, you couldn’t think of a reasonable lie, you couldn’t explain to him that an employee didn’t sit at the same table as them.

“You can’t say no to him.” Tommy smiled at you, pleased with Charlie’s idea. You looked beautiful.

As Charlie guided you to the dining table, Tommy’s eyes went straight your bum, the black pants seemed to be made for you, hugging every curve perfectly, the swing of your hips cause more damage of what he would like to admit.

Over lunch, a lot of laughs were exchanged, it had to be one of the happiest times, Tommy couldn’t remember the last time he enjoyed a meal like this. For the first time, there weren’t any complains, no nagging. Pure simple joy.

“So Charlie boy, Y/N says you have a couple of ideas for a name.”

Charlie looked up at you, insecure to share a name with his father. Tommy winked at you.

“Go on Charlie, it’s a beautiful name.”

“I think you should name her Pepper.” And then, he went on to explain all of the reasons why he had chosen that name.

Tommy raised his eyebrows, surprised by the sudden interest his son was showing over the new horse. Looking at you, you were practically drooling over at Charlie. And Tommy admitted to himself he had never felt more at ease before.

Hitting his hand over the table, Tommy declared: “Pepper it is.” Earning a round of applauses from you and an unexpected hug by Charlie. You saw him kissing the top of his head, so full of emotions.

“Would you like to see Pepper later Charlie?”

“Can I go Dad?”

Tommy then swallowed hard, his son was back and all thanks to you.

“Yes, you can go son.”

“Why don’t you join us Tommy?” The three of you agreed to meet in an hour at the stables, since Tommy had some calls to do first.

“How are you doing today Miss Y/N?” Richard, Tommy’s driver greeted you once you stepped out of the house.

He was older than you and at first you thought he was trying to be polite, but his insistence was starting to get awkward, he asked personal questions, invaded your personal space and made you feel uncomfortable. Specially because you never showed him any kind of interest.

“It’s going good, thanks.”

“If you need me to drive you anywhere, I can do it, I-I’ve the keys of the car.” He pointed at the Bentley parked. “To the shops, the pictures…” He tried to brush his hand on your arm.

This wasn’t the first time he offered to drive you around, he lived on the staff headquarters and on his free time he was constantly following you to the stables.

You didn’t know, but Tommy watched the scene from his window office, his blood reaching boiling point in record time. Were you having an affair with his driver?

“Charlie c’mon.”

“I can’t find my boots!” He complained from the top of the stairs.

“If you ain’t here by three, you go on your own.” Tommy was pacing around like a lion in a cage.

“You said you’d wait for me!”

They were washing Pepper when you entered the stables, so wandering around, you decided to take Sultan for the first time, he seemed so relaxed and you had never mounted him. He wasn’t unlike the rest of the horses, he exuded respect, elegance, demeanor. His black coat and hair shone naturally. Getting used to each other, you liked the way he felt.

Tommy couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you riding Sultan, no one touched that horse, he was wild and didn’t obey instructions, but he seemed to be letting you guide him. Perhaps he had finally found his owner after all this time.

Two things happened simultaneously; his stupid driver decided to drive the Bentley straight to you and Sultan, honking the car and Charlie stormed off through the field in your direction.

His earlier surprise was overshowed with worry as Sultan reared up.

Watching the majestic horse get up in two legs was a spectacle, but he was deadly worried he would get Charlie hurt or that you could fall.

“Charlie, get back here!” He went after his son, his heart up in his throat.

You rushed down from the horse to walk over them.

You were scared to death after watching Tommy pacing around his office for the tenth time scolding you for riding Sultan without his permission. He held Charlie right on time before anything could happen and you were practically flying, but Sultan never tried to be a threat for you or Charlie for the matter.

He had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, you were sitting close to the fireplace, still unsure if you were shaking by the cold or by the events of the day. Especially when he had been raising his voice at you.

“And you are going to tell me, that you fell in love with that fucking driver?”

Really? Couldn’t he not tell he was the one you had fallen in love with? First his horses stole your heart, then Charlie and finally him.

“When you hired me, you never mentioned I had forbidden to be involved with someone.”

“That’s enough!” He slammed his hand on his desk.

“Why do you care so much Mr. Shelby?” You knew you should shut the fuck up, but even if you wanted to, you couldn’t stop the words coming out now. “Why? I’m confused.”

“You wouldn’t understand.” He barely whispered leaning his palms against his desk.

Thinking of you in his driver’s arms drove him crazy. But admitting it would make him seem weak.

“Perhaps it’s you the one who can’t understand.” You could tell he had trouble showing his feelings for his own son, you couldn’t imagine him starting to develop feelings for you. How could a man like him fall in love with someone like you? But why was he so mad at the possibility of a romance with his driver then? Why bother with all of those winks, smiles, subtle touches on your arms?

Disappointed because he couldn’t be honest not only to you, but to himself, you decided it was all too much, you had fallen for him and you knew you wouldn’t be anything else than his horse trainer.

After all he had the mother of his other child to warm his bed or one of the maids that loved to let the world know she was his mistress.

“I’m terribly sorry, I never wanted to put Charlie in danger.” Looking down, you were about to say something that destroyed you completely. “I think it’s best for me to leave the horse trainer position as soon as possible.”

It was a mistake to fall for him.

“I’m not talking about Charlie, yes it was a scary moment.” He exhaled sharply. “You want to quit so you can go after that driver? Ey?”

Why was he demanding explanations, when Susan the maid had made clear she had been sneaking into his office every night, you saw her the other day. The thought of his hands on her body, pleasuring her made you miss something you would never get.

“Why not? You think only you get everything you want by just clicking your fingers? Anywhere, at any moment.” You had to bite the inside of your cheeks.

“Is that what you think?” He raised his eyebrows. “I don’t always get what I want.”

I’m not getting you, for example.

“Right and I’m going to believe that.”

“The woman I want is slipping through my fingers, we can’t be together.” The intensity of his eyes made you tremble.

“Because I’m just a horse trainer?” Perhaps you were two worlds apart.

“You don’t know me at all, Y/N.”

“Oh, and do you even know yourself?”

“I used to clean up horse shit for a few coins, before all of this happened.” He moved his hand around to point at the room.

There were a lot of things holding him back. Fear taking a tool on him.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Like he had hurt his son.

“Fine it’s all said then.” You were hurting already anyways.

Walking around his desk, he didn’t give you time to walk out of his office, with one hand he slammed the door shut while the other one held you by the waist. Pressed between the heavy door and his hard body you hardly had time to breathe before his lips found yours with all the desire and passion he had inside.

His lips where demanding and desperate.

Titling his head to the side, you answered his kiss with the same force, noses crashing when he moved his head to the other side.

Just as his tongue was about to invade your mouth, your heard Charlie calling your name outside his office.

“But Frances, will you help me find her?” You heard the maid’s voice and steps fading away.

Pulling away breathlessly, lips swollen by the intensity, Tommy kept his eyes on your mouth while he tried to think straight.

“I-I better go with him now.” Nervously, your hands touched your hair.

Confused and altered by the kiss, you found Charlie in the family room.

“Why are you crying Y/N?”

“Because… I was scared of you getting hurt.”

Charlie hugged your legs. “But Sultan didn’t even scare me.”

“Ask Frances to warm you some milk.” You needed to be alone.

Calling your sister, you told her of your decision to leave your job and asked Selene if you could stay with her for a couple of days. Your feelings for Tommy were stronger than you, but there was no point on staying here.

Frances heard your conversation and even though she didn’t want to get into trouble, she decided to inform Mr. Shelby that his driver had been harassing you, you trusted her with the issue before and she liked you and she noticed a big change in Charlie.

Tommy was beyond angry when he heard Frances concerns about his driver, he was fired now. But his humor didn’t get much better when Lizzie arrived, walking in as if she was Mrs. Shelby to boss around.

“Frances put Ruby to sleep please.”

“What do you need Lizzie?” He ran a cigarette over his lips.

Instead of giving him an answer, Lizzie walked around his desk. “It’s been so long.” Her dark red nails running against his tights.

“Not now, Lizzie.” His hands stopped any sign of affection from her. “Not ever.”

She blinked at him, the weakest man rejecting her. That was a low blow.

“From now on, the only relationship we have is over Ruby, nothing else.”

Looking over the window, Lizzie crossed her arms. “Is it the horse trainer?”

Tommy shot her a long look.

“I saw you looking at her when she was riding your horse the other day. And Charlie can’t stop talking about her.”

But he made a mistake and now you wanted to leave… there was only one way to get to you; Charlie.

———

You wanted to leave without looking back, to make things easier. But Charlie stormed into your room early, pulling at your covers to drag you out of bed.

“Y/N come to the stables! I have a surprise for you.”

“Charlie I can’t”

“Pleaaaase, please! It’ll be quick!”

He allowed you to have a short shower and he appeared again on your bedroom when you were about to put on your riding boots to hurry you up.

“Coming!” But you were left alone because he ran off back to the stables.

Walking in you found Tommy holding Sultan and Pepper, both horses wearing a ribbon.

“I realized I was scared because I finally found the woman who could tame me… just like you tamed these beasts.” Tommy walked between the horses and gave Charlie the reins to Sultan. “I’m sorry about my driver I didn’t know he had been bothering you, I was jealous.”

You looked down.

“You like him, Y/N? He’s yours!” Charlie smiled at you, showing off his teeth.

Before you could comprehend what was happening, Tommy spoke again. “You showed me that I was pulling the reins too tight…” one quick glance over Charlie and you understood what he meant, he was caressing Pepper on the muzzle, his cigarette hanging from his mouth. “that love and patience can do wonders on those we love the most… and that sometimes, the beast needs to be tamed. And it’s alright too as long as he has the rider to lead him the way.”

His eyes on yours while he spoke, he only took them away from you to look at Charlie.

“I’m sorry about Dangerous son, he was a good horse. You’re now the owner of Pepper, she’s yours.”

You couldn’t stop the tears as you saw the two of them sharing a hug, a tight one, those that makes you hold your breath.

“Can we go for a ride?” Charlie couldn’t stop smiling.

Holding his son by the shoulders, both of them were looking at you.

“What do you say, Y/N?”

The pair had identical smiles, adorable pouts that made it impossible to say no. Charlie not only dressed just like his father, he was his mini version. So you could only nod and smile back at them. Tommy helped Charlie to sit on the saddle and then walked over you.

“This is just an excuse to be close to you, but I’m sure you already know that.” He winked while holding Sultan for you.

“Tommy what are you doing?”

“Making amends.” He declared holding his gaze, truth in every word.

“Are we going or what?” Charlie asked trying to get Pepper to move.

“He’s worse than you.” You declared with a chuckle.

“You think you know, but you have no idea.” Tommy laughed and pressed his calves on Pepper.

“That’s not fair!” You did the same and Sultan immediately matched them.

Somewhere between the ride, Charlie wanted to go with you, so Tommy helped him switch horses, pleasing him.

It was a beautiful moment he would cherish forever. The simplicity of a ride in the quiet field, listening to his son endless talk, the subtle glances and smiles the two of you shared… he didn’t need anything else.

“It’s been a while since I was out ridding by the river.” Coming down from Pepper, Tommy went on to bring his son down. “Go and find Frances, ask her to prepare breakfast for us.” He instructed Charlie before he turned to help you down as well. His hands on your waist, yours on his shoulder, the proximity of your bodies started to warm up your souls.

His lips linked with yours in a slow pace.

“You’re making me feel things I never knew I could feel, Y/N.” He whispered against your mouth while his hands caressed your back. “Please stay with us, the horses love you, Charlie is the happiest I’ve ever seen him.”

You were only meant to train his horse for a few months. But you never expected to start developing feelings for him. He started undoing the bow of your scarf.

“And what about you, Tommy?” Your eyes closed involuntarily as he started kissing the exposed skin of your neck.

Pulling apart from you just what was strictly necessary, he looked into your eyes to admit: “I’m yours.”

That was all you needed.

Giving into the desire, you let him guide you inside one of the empty stalls, your back against the wall while one of his hands lifted your leg and he grinded his hips to show you how much he wanted you. He was desperately trying to get you out of your equestrian attire, the heat of the moment increasing.

Sitting on the hay, he kneeled in front of you to take off your riding boots, he broke one of the details on the side in the process out of desperation.

“Sorry, I’ll get you a new pair.” He chuckled and you couldn’t help but caress his face with your hand.

Holding his cheeks between your hands you leaned in to kiss him one more time.

Standing up again you wriggled your hips to take of your riding pants and underwear in one fluid motion while Tommy placed his coat and your jacket over the hay in an attempt of bed.

Lips finding their way together one more time, while your hands ran up and down his chest.

“Open your legs for me.” He pleaded right after his mouth found one of your breasts and he started to give all his full attention, as you felt the pleasure increasing, his hand found your most intimate body part and his fingers traced slow circles over your skin, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body.

Tommy realized you didn’t need much preparation as your center was taking his fingers so well, but he enjoyed way too much the sounds coming out from your mouth so he stopped right when he felt you were close of the point of no return and withdrawing his fingers he started an agonizing slow torture of kisses on your neck.

“Tommy.” Holding onto his neck, you tried to move your hips to get something, but he moved his body back, your eyes flew open to start a demand as you felt the pleasure slip away from you.

You felt a mischievous smile against your jaw and before you could start complaining, the tip of his cock found your entrance. And it was like if he was pouring gasoline into a fire.

Your body welcomed him immediately and each time he pulled back you groaned in discontent at the feeling of emptiness. Until he moved back all the way in.

Feeling the muscles of his neck and arms flexed under your hands, you were lost in a state of ecstasy.

“You feel so good around me, Y/N.” He finished each thrust with a firm snap, hitting places inside of you that you didn’t even know they existed.

Pulling him down for a kiss, you pushed one hand on his chest, to make him lay back on his coat, once you switched positions so he was comfortably under your body, you started moving your hips forward and backwards, riding him, securing your hips around his.

“Right there, Tommy.” Holding onto his chest for support, you saw him close his eyes.

“Look at me.” You pleaded, and when his eyes found yours, he couldn’t help but think how fucking gorgeous you looked.

“My Amazonian.” He was completely lost in you. With a groan, he straightened his back and took a seating position while you were still riding him.

Sneaking his hand between your bodies, he found the point where your bodies connected and pressing his digits a little, he sent you over the edge, making you lose control while you moaned his name. He followed you right after.

Opening your eyes after your orgasm subsided, you found him looking at you with a satisfied expression.

“Oh Tommy, that was…”

“Yeah.” He brought your forehead to his, trying to make the moment last forever.

You kissed him while his hands were on your back to keep you close.

“We better go back to the house.”

After getting dress, you found Charlie walking back to the stables. “What’s taking you so long?!” He complained.

“Sorry, it’s my fault I was keeping her busy riding-” you shoved Tommy on the ribs.

“Charlie?”

The kid looked up at you, then at his father.

“What would you say if I tell you that Y/N is staying with us forever?” Tommy couldn’t hide his happiness any longer.

Charlie’s smile was everything, he ran towards the two of you kissing your cheeks. “You have hay in your hair, Y/N.” He pulled some from between your hair.

“What are you? A detective?” Tommy placed him down. “Let’s see how fast you can run.”

Tommy found some more at the other side of your head. Then, taking your hand to walk by his side to the house, the two of you shared one more kiss on the steps, his hands on your face, he didn’t say it, but in his eyes you could see how grateful he was for helping him get his son back.

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