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waywardcrow · 3 months

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This is a request from @tianalsworld and I loved it so much! Hope you like it!

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x f!reader.

TW: Very light talk about the mob, sexual innuendos, suggestive comments, a little of angst and threaths from reader, no use of y/n, minors dni. English is not my first language so let me know if I make any grammar mistakes.

Graphics by @ firefly-graphics so all the credits to the creator.

“Hello, doll, you look astonishing today” you rolled your eyes at Bucky’s greeting, ignoring the jump your heart gave in your ribcage, you hated this man.

“Don’t call me doll, Barnes” you hissed, focused in getting the right amount of glass sugar in your mix “save that for the rich ladies attending your party tonight.”

Without giving him a glance you moved around your kitchen, the sun was barely up and your staff would not be there for another half an hour, still you couldn’t sleep. This was your first big event, you were working for a criminal family, yes but you were finally being recognized for your abilities, no longer shoved aside by stupid snobs who believed they were better than you for attending international schools and a manwhore like James Buchanan Barnes would not ruin this for you, no matter how hot he was.

“It’s jealousy what I hear?” he asked and got hit in the hand by you when he went to touch a hot tray.

“In your dreams, Barnes” his mother, the one who hired you, gave you full permission to deal with her son’s antics, knowing damn well his Casanova attitude.

“In my dreams you are sweeter with me, love”

“Well, in reality I have very sharp knives so go and bother someone else” you ordered and his laugh echoed in the empty fancy walls.

“Always making me smile, doll. Keep up with this and we’re going to end up married” Bucky stole a sugar cookie before you could react and walking backwards to the door, he blew you a kiss.

“When hell freezes over!” still, you didn’t believed a word.

Hours later, your kitchen was the complete opposite of what it was in the morning.

Chaos reigned everywhere but you controlled it, disappointing Winnifred Barnes wasn’t an option. Your hands ached, your feet were numb but the adrenaline running through your veins was enough to keep going shouting orders and prepping dishes, your brain going faster that your body and before you could notice, it was over.

The waiters were bringing everything back; the guests went home and your boss went to kiss you twice in the cheeks, beaming with happiness.

“It was perfect, dear, I knew since I saw you that you could do great things” Mrs. Barnes was like the classy ladies you used to see in magazines but she was always so nice to you, you couldn’t help but smile at her, happy for having her approval.

“I’m glad you liked it, Mrs. Barnes”

“I loved it but now, it’s time for you to rest a little, you earned it, we can talk about this and everything else in the morning” with a soft touch to your cheek, she left the kitchen, thanking the staff one more time.

You did the same minutes after, excusing yourself to go for some air you made your way to the garden.

It was only your first month in the Barnes mansion but it felt like a whole life, this could give you a lot of trouble but it was the best job you had so far and if you were totally honest with yourself, you were too enamored with the Barnes family to leave them.

Winnie was so sweet to you, so was the youngest daughter Rebecca and Mr. Barnes was always so polite, asking about your day and if you needed something, then there was Bucky.

The first time you saw him, you thought he was the most beautiful man you ever met and you still thought that way but being familiar with the endless list of women he slept with, it was the safest choice to stay away.

“There she is” Bucky’s voice broke through the night and then he was standing next to you “come, sweetheart, I have something for you.”

He pulled you by the hand and took you inside the house again with little effort, you were so tired.

“Barnes let go, I’m not going anywhere with you” making him stop you tried to pull your hand from his but he didn’t listened.

“Relax, doll, here is not where I go on my knees for you” the lack of food was playing with your mind, did he said what you heard he said?

He made you go in the balcony where a table was set with dishes of your food, candles and wine.

“What- what are you doing?” was your only question when he led you to your chair to pull it and help you take a seat.

“I figure you haven’t eaten all day so I picked your favorites” he explained like if he did this every day while pouring some wine for you.

It was true all your favorite foods were there, even the wine you were dying to try since you saw it in the mansion’s cellar.

“I mean, why are you doing this?” you asked taking a sip of your glass, it would hurt when he finally give up on you and go to the next conquer but it would be for the better.

“Because you take care of everyone here, I thought someone should take care of you for once” Bucky explained unfolding his napkin with something that looked like a nervous attitude but that wasn’t impossible, he was a fuckboy, a manwhore, the type of man that sleeps in a different bed every night and you were… you, there was no way you made him nervous.

“That’s very kind, Bucky” you admitted and his smile was shiny enough to dare the stars in the sky.

“Maybe this way you would see I’m a good guy and go out with me” he winked and maybe it was how tired you were or the wine but you laughed.

“When hell freezes over, Barnes.”

Here I am, obssesing over one more mob!Bucky and it feels great! Let me know what you think.

Love, Lily.

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes fluff #mob!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you

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harveyb-wabbit92 · 15 days

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{Akari showing photos of herself along with Mile and Nayaka and few other UFG members, one picture stands out to Leo who decides to poke fun at her.]

Leo, points at a teenage boy: Who's that? your boyfriend?

Akari, looks grossed: Ew, no! that's your grandson, dude! I used to change his diapers!

Leo, blinks:............My w-what?

{Akari gets an oh crap look on her face, when she realizes Leo didn't know about Mile's son.]

Akari: Okay, I just remembered I have this thing... to do... at this place, bye! *runs away*

Leo:

{Later]

Mile, singing under her breath: I don't want to set the world on fire....I just (Sees Leo sitting in her living room) Eek! *Ahem* Hey dad, everything okay?

Leo: Why didn't you tell me I had a grandson?

Mile: How did- *Leo holds up the photo of Akari and Mile's son* Oh.

Leo: I supposed your married then, what's he like does he treat you well?

Mile: I'm not married, dad. And the boy's not actually related to you I adopted him. of course calling him a boy a bit of a stretch since Kouki's a grown adult now with a child of his own.

Leo: I'm great-grandfather?!

{Mile pretty sums it up for him, when she was still part of the UFG's rescue unit she found a large house that was caved in she could already tell there were dead bodies in there, the smell gave it away... But what she wasn't expecting was the sound of baby crying.

Mile was in a panic as she dug into the rubble before finding a small niche where the body of a woman lay her bottom half was crushed under the rubble, but a few inches away; just out of her outstretched arms reach was baby boy covered in dust and scrapes, Mile carefully picked up the baby up and got him to the medics but a few days later she couldn't get the kid out of her head she checked in on him and found his entire family was wiped out.]

Leo: The whole family?

Mile: Yeah, it was some kind of family event and that's why they all there in one place, and then I took Kouki home.

Mile: Nayaka was soo against it. She said "Milene, we hardly know how to look after ourselves, what makes you think that you can take care of a baby?!" we didn't talk to each other for a while after that, we both used Akari to spy on each other, until she got sick of it and told us to to grow a pair and sort our own crap out..And we did.

*Points at a photo of Kouki's elementary school graduation with Nayaka and Commander Sato in attendance with Mile.*

Mile: Then a few years down the line he met a girl and got her pregnant before he finished high school... That's where your great-granddaughter Kairi came from. Kouki's raising her by himself, I won't talk about her mother, that woman is undeserving of the title. But Kairi is the sweetest little girl, She's only 3 and like to draw dinosaurs as astronauts. She says she wants to join the UFG when she's older though I'm not holding my breath, a kid's mind can change after all.

Leo: Why haven't I met them yet?

Mile: They're on vacation right now, but are due back tomorrow.

{The next morning Mile and an anxious Gen waited at the airport for Kouki and Kairi to arrive, Mile nudge her dad when she spotted her son and granddaughter among the crowd disembarking passengers. Kairi was the first to spot her grandma and ran into her arms as Kouki told her to slow down. Mile greeted them both, then Kairi noticed Gen standing off to the side.]

Kairi, points at Gen: Who dis?

Mile: This is Gen Otori, my dad. your grandfather.

{Gen nervously greeted his grandson and granddaughter and needless to say. they both took a shine to him very quickly, Kairi in particular became very a attached to grandpa lee whenever Leo visited Earth she always had something to show or give him pictures she drew which he proudly hangs in his room back home.]

_meanwhile_

Zoffy: You don't have any secret children I should know about, do you?

Nayaka: I'm too busy for kids...But, wait and see maybe someday.

Zoffy: Right. someday.

{Someday came in the form of a steamy "I'm so happy you're alive!" moment between Nayaka and Zero and a few months after that Alto was born.]

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{Mile is short for Milene}

#ultraman incorrect quotes #tokusatsu incorrect quotes #tokusatsu #ultraman #ultraman zero #ultraman zoffy #ultraman leo #ultrawoman oc: Mile Morimoto #Ultrawoman oc: Nayaka Morimoto #Ultrawoman oc: Akari Yuri #Ultraman human oc: Kouki and Kairi Morimoto

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shion-yu · 7 months

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Day 1 - Sick

A snippet from when Cliff first got sick and some backstory for his parents. Whumptober 2023! I’m using the @ailesswhumptober's prompt list. This story is about my OC Cliff - here’s his profile if you’re so inclined: https://toyhou.se/23741453.cliff.

TWs: Medical talk

Claude Barrows was thirty-two when he met Hana Fujioka. He was eight years the girl's senior and that's how Claude thought of her: a young girl, full of fire and miraculously being published in multiple journals as the primary author despite her young age. She was all work and Claude appreciated that. He also liked how she blushed when he asked her to dinner, simultaneously scoffing at his request. She had walked away without answering his question, only to call him later that night to say yes. From then on, Claude spent what little spare time he had courting her. She blew him off sometimes. She'd take work phone calls during dinner and didn't know how to cook or clean. But Claude didn't mind those things. He proposed to Hana anyways. He suspected Hana's own father's desire for his daughter to marry a doctor had something to do with the yes he received, but he was still happy nonetheless. After all, all of his colleagues at work were married and after being let down before, Claude was willing to take good enough.

When Hana got pregnant, Claude was excited. But Hana didn't want the child. She said she was too busy to raise a kid. So Claude promised her that he would never let the child get in the way of her career, and finally she accepted. They had a little girl, Moira, and Claude loved her so much that he couldn't wait to come home and see her every night, even if she was usually asleep by the time he finished at the hospital. Hana kept publishing papers and staying up late doing research. Claude made sure Moira always had a nanny and tried to go to her school events when he could. Money wasn't a problem, but time was: there was never enough of it. That was why they didn't intend on having a second child. Besides, now in his mid-forties, Claude was too old, he thought. But sometimes, even for the most orderly people in the world, things just happen and this time, they had a boy.

By now, Claude had been promoted to chief attending and was barely ever home. He kept his promise to Hana - he made sure the kids were always taken care of, of course by someone else that he paid. But Hana was older this time - no matter what Claude did, the child took a lot out of her and Claude could tell she resented both him and their son. It made their relationship, which was already only a thing of habit, become even more strained. Cliff was the representation of their failing marriage and therefore Claude found him hard to be around. It didn't help that unlike Moira, who used to fly into his arms and bother him until he was forced to pay attention to her, Cliff was shy and nervous. They never bonded and Claude knew it was his fault. He regretted it, certainly. But he wasn't so willing as to change it on his own.

That was, until he got a call from Moira who seemed on the brink of tears. "Dad, something's wrong with Cliff," she'd told him. "I just have a bad feeling. Please, see him." He couldn't say no to that.

So there he was now, sitting across from his youngest child in his office. Claude was stunned at how sickly Cliff looked. The boy was thin with little trace of the athletic body he'd had in high school. Claude could see he was stifling a constant cough and there were dark shadows under his eyes. "Are you eating?" Claude asked him.

"Plenty," Cliff replied, his voice rough. Claude was unsure if his son was being sarcastic or not.

"You had another stomach ulcer. This time, it ruptured," Claude stated, having read through all of Cliff's medical records beforehand. He couldn't believe that Cliff hadn't told anyone about either hospital visit he'd had. Sure, the two of them weren't close, but this was something so serious that he thought Cliff would have at least told Hana about it. "The first time you had one, you saw a therapist for a while and it helped. Perhaps it'd help again."

"It didn't help back then," Cliff said blankly. "I just said the right things so I could stop going."

"Really?"

"Yes." Cliff was very different from the last time Claude had seen him, though he wasn't sure if it only seemed so sudden because it'd been such a long time since they were last face to face. His son's hair was long and he spoke directly, rather than politely like he'd been taught.

"You've lost twenty pounds since last year," Claude said. At one point it had been even more than that, but it seemed Cliff had gained some of the weight back after his stomach had been repaired. "If you're really eating, that does worry me." No answer. Was Cliff using drugs? Surely not, Claude thought. Although he felt uncomfortable, he began to examine Cliff. They slowly went through everything - eyes, ears, throat. Claude had Cliff lie down so that he could feel his abdomen and noted how Cliff seemed to struggle to sit back up. "Your lymph nodes are swollen," Claude said, frowning. "And your lungs sound awful. Are you using your inhaler?"

"Yes," Cliff said. “Doesn’t help.”

"You’re still studying to be a lawyer, aren’t you? You must be busy.”

"Yes," Cliff said. He was so wary. It made the guilt that was tugging at the back of his mind worse.

"Well, you were always smart," Claude said distractedly, focused on going through potential diagnoses in his head. The symptoms Cliff was having were not normal - neither was the amount of times he'd written down he'd been ill this year on his intake form. It could be nothing - but it could imply something very serious. Certain words popped into his head that usually never phased Claude when he was just working - but felt very different when applied to his own son. "I'd like to take some blood. Actually, a lot of blood," Claude said. He expected Cliff to ask questions, but instead the boy just nodded in agreement. "And we should get a chest x-ray. In the meantime, rest. You really don't seem well." Cliff seemed to laugh a little at that, which worried Claude. But he kept silent like he always did.

"Why are you and mom getting divorced?"

The question startled Claude and he cleared his throat before he answered. "We haven't... Connected for a long time."

“Okay. I might pass out when they draw my blood."

Later that evening, Claude couldn't stop thinking about their meeting. He realized that he didn't really know Cliff at all and it was very likely his fault. It was obvious even to Claude that he'd never been the best father, but he hadn't processed the stark difference between how he'd raised his two children so clearly until now. Moira was unmistakably his daughter, but Cliff... Claude didn't understand their relationship. Truthfully, they didn't have one at all, and that was the problem. He felt anxious and tried to distract himself with other work until he went to bed that night. However, Claude's stress only intensified the next day when some of Cliff's labs came back. The boy was anemic, his immune system was shot and the chest x-ray was suspicious of things Claude hadn’t wanted to consider, but couldn’t ignore now. Moira was right to push Cliff to meet with him, Claude thought, because if she hadn't, he wasn't sure how long Cliff would have waited. He remembered that Cliff never wanted anyone to know when he was sick or hurt, even as a kid. Maybe something else that was his fault.

He called Cliff that afternoon. "Come back tomorrow." It wasn't phrased as a suggestion.

"Uh, okay. Am I dying or something?"

Even though Claude knew the question wasn't completely serious, he couldn't feel much else but panic at that moment.

"Don't eat after midnight."

#ShionWrites #oc: Cliff #ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptoberday1 #ailesswhumptober #day 1 #whump #sickfic #sick whump #medical whump #illness whump #male whump #hurt comfort #angst #chronic illness whump

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phinix53 · 2 years

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what is ivory academy?

Ivory Academy is one of my oldest MVAUs. It’s like Ever After High meets Little Witch Academia meets Once. It’s a little long but I’ll explain it and here’s some old art cus I haven’t drawn for it in a while.

It’s story follows Outer, Lust and Blue as they all attend a school for those magically incline so they can learn how to use the magic. While there they meet Dream who is like a student representative, though he has very little magic to use (this is important for later) . The four of them form a group, learning and teaching each other. They get attacked by scary people in the woods once or twice. A relationship forms between two people.

And then they come to the graduation competition. People who place extremely high will be allowed to continue thier studies and be grafted citizenship in the Isle of Solace under one of 3 kingdoms. (The aisle and the mainland have been separated for as long as anyone can remember, shrouded in a barrier and lost to time until very recently)

Dream doesn’t compete in this, but Outer, Lust and Blue all score among the highest of their class. It’s at this time that it’s revealed that Dream is the crown prince of one of the kingdoms, and you get to meet Nightmare (who’s the king of another kingdom)

They are off for a break after and they go visit Blue who lives in like a super cold place and find out he’s in a relationship with the neighbor, Cross.

Anyways.

Ok so on their way there they Dream explains the whole how the Isle works. There is his Kingdom, kingdom of the sun, light and all that’s good in the world. There’s his brother, whom rules over the night, monsters and is considered a tyrant. And the Myria, which is ruled by three hands. Myria and the Sun Kingdom have been at war for centuries, Though no body knows which side hit first.

The trio stays with Nightmare for the first while of them living on the Isle, getting accustomed to the way people talk and behave. Stumbling upon old history and the origin of one of the main leads. They get lost in the woods and find a tattered red hood around this time as well.

Sorry this is getting a little long but there is still a bit more to go.

Ok so after 3 months of living with Nightmare and his subordinates, they leave to stay with Dream, but Dream is acting a little funny. And then you meet Ink, who is a little funny too. Everyone is just a little to happy and to compliant. Blue swears he heard Dream talking to a mirror and it talked back, so that’s weird. So they continue with their studies for a bit but things just keep getting weirder. And then Lust sees something they shouldn’t have. So Dream sends them away to a kingdom that better fits them, aka Nightmares.

The war becomes worse, the communication between Lust and Outer is completely cut off.

The next time you see them, they are acting completely different. Dream plans on taking Nightmares kingdom for his own because it would be better for the people (not really).

Lust nearly dies after being hit by Outer. Blue breaks out of the fog he’s been under for who knows how long.

Dream does take over the kingdom, Nightmare and his gang (Lust included) escape with a maid or two and they have Outer as a captive.

Eventually they overthrow Dream during and eclipse and Dream is trapped on the moon alongside Outer.

There is more to the story of course. I’ve left out a lot of major events and things like that. And I didn’t even get to go into how the fairytales are involved. It’s a lot to take in especially all at once though.

It’s a little messy and somewhat confusing, but I love it. Besides BaubleTale this was once of my first.

#undertale #ivoryacademy #undertale au #it’s a bit messy #and a little long #but it’s old #hope you enjoy the old ass art #haven’t drawn for them in a long while

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roadtogracelandx45 · 11 months

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Under False Pretenses |1| Band of Brothers Mafia AU

masterlist

ao3

ff.net

word count 2k

thanks to @marycorleone for listening to me ramble and bounce ideas off of her for this story.

Washington DC FBI main offices. The first thing that Joseph Liebgott saw when he walked into the conference room was the pictures that lined the walls. Pictures of the woman that he had once loved.

Pictures that rocked him to his very core.

He had tried his hardest to forget about Olivia Stewart but it was hard. She was his first true love, that kind of love that rocked his soul, that made his body ache for her. Even now 5 years later, he still feels that ache.

“Blast from the past?” Scarlett Jones asked, his on and off again lover and his partner asked as she came to a stop at his elbow, “Oh come on Joe, we all know that you used to fuck her in college. We have seen the files and the pictures.”

“It was a lot more then fucking alright?”

The girl raised her eyebrow before laughing, “ you were in love with her?!” She found it hilarious that he was in love with Olivia who was never going to be his and where as she was open to be his fully.

But he was never going to be fully her because of Olivia. That bitch had his heart and balls and it left Scarlett with nothing.

And she already hated her.

She turned to look at him but wasn’t surprised to see that he was focused on the pictures of Olivia. The ones from her wedding to Lewis Nixon, from their honeymoon, from yachting trips that they took with Dick Winters, leaving her home in Nixon, New Jersey. Attending an event as Senator Buck Compton’s date in California.

Carrying a little girl through a department store. A little girl that oddly looked like his sister when she was a child.

“You really haven’t seen her in 5 years?” Floyd Talbert, another agent who Joe knew from not only college but the academy asked, he was one of the few that was still in contact with Olivia having been friends with her himself.

“No. Part of her grandparents’ deal, I had to completely cut her out of my life.” Joe returned, finally tearing his eyes away from the one picture of Olivia from the wedding. That could have been his wedding to her, they had actually planned half way through their junior year to flee the country and go to Italy and get married. They had both saved money and were going to meet at the train station when Fredrick Stewart, Olivia’s grandfather, showed up at his apartment and threatened him and cut him a deal that if he left the state and went to another school, he would pay for it.

Leaving her was the biggest mistake of his life, the second biggest one was starting a relationship with Scarlett.

“Do you think she would let you back into her life?’ John Steveson asked as he came into the conference room.

Every single agent in the room that knew Joe and Olivia from college or still knew them froze, eyes going to Joe and then to the boss. “From what I heard from Olivia directly,” Chuck Grant spoke as he leaned back in his chair, “is that she is still in love with him. Still wears the ring he got her with her wedding rings and all. Wears the clothes he left in her room too. But it will take a lot of hopes and prayers that she lets him back in.”

‘This could be your second chance with her, Joe.” Johnny Martin commented from where he was standing on the side of the room, he was one of the few that had been rooting for Olivia and Joe to make it and had been the one along with his wife Pat that sat with her when she was in the hospital for trying to take her own life after he left her and she found out that her grandfather had everything to do with it.

Sighing, the former taxi cab driver rubbed his hand across the back of his neck in thought. “Yeah, okay.”

Olivia Nixon fidgeted with the strand of pearls that hung around her neck, she was in the backseat of a limo between her husband Lewis and Dick Winters, going to the burial ground in Charleston, South Carolina. Her grandfather had passed after a long tortuous battle with prostate cancer. And in her opinion, it could have happened a lot sooner.

“Sweetheart.” Lewis commented, dropping his hand down and squeezing her nylon covered knee, “Relax.”

“Ha.” She laughed bitterly, “I will relax once we are back in New Jersey.”

Lewis’s fingertips made a comforting circle on the inside of her knee and up, he and Dick had both tried to get her to open up about her grandfather’s death and what was said between the two before he had finally passed but she stayed oddly quiet about it. In fact she stripped down to her slip and crawled into the bed between them and turned on The Fellowship of The Ring.

They had both found it odd that she hadn’t cried like she did when her grandmother Stella died, she just acted like it was any other day and even got up with them and went to the conference call they had. She just cuddled into Lewis and watched the movie, while Aurora, their daughter, sat in the bend of Dick’s arm.

“Remember when I was going to leave?” She finally asked, dropping the pearls down to where they could rest against her chest. “Vividly.” Her husband answered, his fingers still making the comforting track on her knee and the inside of her thigh.

Dick turned to look at them better, his own hand dropping down to cover hers, the cool metal of the plain gold band that she and Lewis had given him after they had gotten married offering as much comfort as Lewis’s touch.

He was very much a part of their marriage too even if it wasn’t legal. They had even jokingly the year prior started calling each other husband or wife.

“He found out from Daniel,’ Daniel was her older brother that she recently cut off from her life due to his addictions and how he treated her and either one of them blamed her. “That I was going to leave and go to Italy with Joe. And he went to Joe and paid him off.”

Both men exchanged a look over her head and tightened their grips. They had known that she wanted to leave for a while and spend time with Joe, just the two of them before she had to make the decision to follow through on the deal that she made with her grandfather for her to go to school. All they knew was Joe never showed and it broke her heart and she ended up in the hospital for over a week.

The doctor said it was because of depression and a mental breakdown due to school but they knew it was because of Joe’s sudden disappearance and heartbreak.

“I don’t regret this.” She said softly, “I don’t regret us. At all. I am pissed that he did that to me, he could have talked to me like an adult.”

Tears that she had been holding off for the last couple of days welled up and slipped down her cheeks.

“But it doesn’t stop you from missing Liebgott and the love you two had.” Dick whispered as he brushed some of the tears away. They had them tell each other they loved each other one more then once and it was so fiercely.

It was almost as fierce as his own declaration to Lewis.

“And it doesn’t stop the hurt.”

Olivia nodded her head as the limo rolled to a stop and the driver parked the car. Lewis got out of the car first and held his hand back into the backseat for her to take.

“You got this Liv, Lewis and I aren’t going to leave your side for a minute.” Dick assured her before pressing a tender kiss against her lips.

She nodded her head before taking Lewis’s hand and letting him help her out of the back of the car. She clung to Lewis’s hand, wishing things had ended up differently. And that Joe was there with them, and she didn’t feel like she had a hole the size of a fist in her heart. That her daughter knew her biological father. And that Lewis and Dick didn’t have to hide who they truly were.

Her grandparents and Lewis’s parents fucked everything up. ** “That motherfucker dropped dead!” Joe exclaimed, throwing the file on Olivia on top of his desk .

“What mother fucker?” Scarlett asked curiously from her spot across the table from him, she had taken a seat across from him and was writing notes in her notebook, things to ask Olivia about. Even questions about Joe that would never get answered.

“Her grandfather, he finally died.” Tab answered having read the statement over his friend’s shoulder. “Prostate cancer.”

“There is your sign, Liebgott, that this is meant to be.” Stevenson said, ignoring the look on Scarlett’s face, “We leave for New Jersey when they leave Charleston, give her to mourn or whatever it is she needs to do before we try and talk to her.”

** “It’s apart of the will, Mrs. Nixon that you have another child.” Olivia’s grandfather’s lawyer commented looking at the youngest Stewart grandchild who had been nursing a glass of whiskey, “to get your inheritance. And it has to be by your husband.”

“You got to be fucking kidding me.” Olivia swore after she downed the rest of her glass and set it on the desk in front of her, “He isn’t making my brothers push out another kid?”

“Liv.” James Jr, commented from where he was standing by the window. “Don’t Liv, me, James, this is bullshit, I don’t need his goddamn money.” She stood up wishing suddenly that Lewis or Dick had been allowed in the meeting with her. “I married into the goddamn Nixon family.”

She pulled the stopper out of the whiskey bottle to pour more into her glass but was stopped by James, “You have had enough. Aurora is here and she doesn’t need to see you drunk, she sees that in Lewis enough.” She scowled before nodding her head in agreement. James dropped his voice so their siblings and the lawyer couldn’t hear, “They didn’t say if it had be Lewis’s or if it could be Dick just that it had to be a Nixon, so there is that and I will look into it and see if there's a way around it okay?” She looked up at him before nodding her head. “Okay. Okay.” She agreed.

3 Weeks Later, Nixon, New Jersey

** There she was again coming out of the mansion she shared with Lewis and Dick. A sports bag slung over her, one of his old zip Cyrus- Ryer University hoodie, with the sleeve hanging off of her shoulder, showing off the shooting star tattoo with the 11:11 time stamped in the center, that she had gotten after losing a bet with him. Her blonde hair that was once long had been cut short and hung in curls upon her shoulders. He couldn’t openly study her like he wanted too, not with Scarlett and the others being around, he got enough shit especially from Scarlett who took every chance to rub it in his face that Olivia was being shown off on Lewis’s arm or Dick’s arm at different Nixon Industries events that were held leading up to the infamous Christmas party.

“Well I can say this for you, Liebgott.” Johnny Martin’s voice came, “You do have a type, Scarlett is beautiful but Olivia is even more gorgeous than she was back in college. Having Aurora helped a lot.’ There was a dull thud and followed by a curse word.

“Who the fuck is Aurora?” Joe demanded his hand freezing on the keys that he was going to use to start the car. “Johnny! Who the fuck is Aurora?!”

“Your daughter.” Bull’s voice came, “She found out the day you left about her. She tried to find you, hired people to look for you.” Joe wanted to spit out that it didn’t work and he was missing out his daughter’s life and god knows what else, “You didn’t think to include the fucking fact that I have a child out there?!” “It was under my orders.” Stevenson commented as he got into the passenger seat of the sedan he was in.

“Drive.”

Olivia was pulling out of the driveway and they needed to follow her. The others were on their way to the offices to wait for them to show up.

One of them was going to take a meeting with her and see where she stood with everything and Joe wasn’t going to be it. As much as they preached that Olivia was their ticket, she wasn’t, she was just the smallest piece in a much bigger puzzle.

#ash writes #series: under false pretenses #band of brothers fan fiction #band of brothers imagines #joseph liebgott fan fiction #joseph liebgott imagines #band of brother mafia au #i swear i have a problem sometimes

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surveysonfleek · 2 years

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1661.

How much did your senior prom dress cost you? it was $350 which to me was so expensive! my mum bought it for me as a graduation gift though. later i heard some girls had $800+ dresses, so ridiculous

What dreams have stuck with you since childhood? i cant think of any rght now but im sure theres some

Have you ever been in a serious romantic relationship? yes

Did you ever take your dog to school? no, that wouldve been awesome though!

If you had had a baby in high school, what would you have named him or her? hahaha no idea. prob something i wouldve regretted now

If you had a baby now, what would you name him or her? ive saved my girl name, idk about a boy name yet although i kinda love unisex names too

Have you ever seen someone throw up on a plane? nope

Do you get motion sickness? not often but i have

Has God ever healed you of anything? If so, what? no lol

What is the most boring church you have ever attended? all of them, lets be real

What is the most lively church you have ever attended? a neighbour asked me to tag along to her church as a ‘youth’ thing back in high school to which i agreed to. everyone was super friendly, they played live music a lot etc, after i went there for a couple of months they had some big event one night and they were like, do whatever u feel etc. much to my surprise people started fucking fainting and speaking in tongues... i noped the fuck out of there and sat in the bathroom fucking scared out of my wits. i never went back

Do you find church fun or boring? boring

What do you hate the most about summer? the heat obviously

Which part of your body is the most muscular? my calves i thinking hahaha

Did you ever take Latin in school? no

Which major holiday is closest to your birthday? christmas

What is your favorite Japanese name? miyako

Have you ever ran a cash register? yes

Did you collect Bratz dolls when you were younger? i never had a bratz doll tbh. i was team barbie all the way

Do you think your mom is attractive? she was definitely more beautiful than i ever was when she was my age!

What was the last thing that disappointed you? ugh idk

Do you like the feeling in your stomach on a big drop on a roller coaster? i love and hate it at the same time

Skeletons or scarecrows? scarecrows

Do you own pumpkin earrings? no

What computer game did you used to play all the time? the sims

When was the last time you read a book? like a month ago but i didnt finish it

Would you allow your children to date prior to 16? (assuming you want any) it really depends on the situation. do i know this kid, what would they be doing, where are they hanging etc

What was the last restaurant you made a reservation at? hmmm. this all you can eat sushi resto i think

Which app on your phone do you tend to get the most notifications from? tiktok

What is something you gave up on after many failed attempts? paint by numbers. i attempted a few during lockdown and they never looked good and took forever to do

Do you watch political shows? nah, rarely

Do you play any fantasy/roleplaying games? What? no

Do you like salami? i dont mind mild salami but would still prefer ham, proscuitto, serano, coppa etc

When was the last time you ate meat? tonight

What was the last hot drink you drank? chai latte

Have your parents met your boyfriend/exes? yes

How about your boyfriend’s parents? Met them? yes

Do you know how to say I love you in at least 4 languages? hmm yes!

Do you find the sound of a cat’s purr relaxing? haha no, i dont like cats

Do you know your mum’s first pet’s name? i dont think she ever had a pet that was only hers, a lot of her siblings had pets instead

Would you ever want to be famous? If so, for what? not really, that used to be my lifelong dream as a kid and im kinda glad it never went ahead haha

Would you ever get a heart tattoo or your back? nah

What fruit can’t you stand? anything sour. most berries, kiwi etc

Do you know anyone autistic? yea

How about someone bipolar? hm idts, not fully diagnosed anyway

What do you consider private to you? my health

Name somebody you know who deserves a better life than they have: im drawing a blank rn but im sure theres someone

Name something that you’re good at but don’t like: idk :(

Name something that you’re bad at but DO like: spending money bahaha

Name somebody who has tried to help you and ended up hurting you: i cant think of anyone

Name a date that has a lot of significance to you: 7 sept

Name something in your life that was a blessing in disguise: idk

Name something that you’ve done that would be considered rebellious: sold school raffle tickets and kept the money for myself

Name something you wish you had enough money to do: buy a new car or plan my dream wedding without money being an issue

#survey #surveys #quiz #bored #questions

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thatpunkmaximoff · 2 months

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Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 0 out of 5

What even… wow. Just wow. I’m beginning to see why people are hyping up this author. Her stories are sooooo good!

Not gonna lie, I tried playing detective and totally sucked at it. This storytelling keeps you thinking it’s one person, then another, and another! The mystery of it all keeps you turning page after page, and when you think you have it all figured out… trust me, you don’t.

Though I will admit I kind of called that thing that is made known in the epilogue. I fucking knew it!

Now here are my rambling thoughts…

* Yeah. How the fuck do you apply for a prison job where the ex you put behind bars is there for life.. ?

* Oohh. A past memory. A memory of Brooke’s childhood friend Tim loathing Brooke’s then boyfriend Shane. I wonder what happened there.

* Oh damn. Tim works at the school her son is attending. So something happened at that small party they were all at, Brooke ended up pregnant, and Tim ended up with scars? wtf happened?!

* And now she’s face to face with Shane in prison.

* So Shane tried to kill Brooke..? But he’s saying he didn’t do what she thinks he did..?

* Oh shit. He allegedly killed people? Does that mean the other two cheerleaders and the football player died? If Shane is saying he didn’t do it and Brooke momentarily questioned the events of that night… does that mean Tim… 👀

* They keep bringing up the dead girl Tracy… and then it’s mentioned that Tim went on a date with her 😬 But this is all so obvious. It can’t be Tim, right?

* Why does he seem so sketch tho? If he didn’t look into her file to get her number, then how did he end up with it?

* Man, what the hell happened between Tim and Shane to make them despise each other?

* I’m so confused. Tim seems like a creep who might’ve snapped and killed his peers before framing Shane, but Shane also seems manipulative. Who do I believe?!

* Wait, Officer Hunt went to school with them..? Does that mean he knows the connection between Shane and Brooke or is he really that clueless?

* Man, fuck Officer Hunt. Can someone please murder him?

* Is Tim really forgetful or did he buy the exact same necklace that “Shane” tried to strangle Brooke with..?

* Is it the same fucking necklace? wtf. Tim is looking more suspect as the story goes, but that’d be so obvious. I’m so confused.

* Oh shit. Another girl Tim dated has gone missing? And now he’s freaking out? What if it’s Hunt though? Trying to frame Tim..?

* The story doesn’t make sense! Brooke tripped on a third body that was either Shane or Tim, right? Shane says Tim knocked him unconscious with the bat, which would leave Tim to attack Brooke. But Tim says Shane stabbed him before Tim hit him with the bat. If that were the case and Shane was knocked out, that would still leave Tim the only one to attack Brooke..? Unless there was someone else in the house 🤔

* wtf Tim?! There’s a body in the basement and now Brooke is locked in!!!

* Oh fuck. It was Kelli in the tarp! And now Tim’s been arrested. But he says he didn’t do it. He seems confused as fuck. So is it Hunt..? That dude is a stalker and admitted to driving by Brooke’s house. Couldn’t have been keeping tabs on Tim and framed him like he framed Shane?

* Two months later…

* Holy shit. Shane is out of prison! And Tim is being tried for multiple murders now 😬

* Someone drove her car…? What..?

* Fuck. Hunt was found murdererer?! Who the fuck is at fault then?!

* Tim AND Shane!!!! What the fuck!!!! Did the author just Billy and Stu us?!

* “Margie” was in on it too?! Is this Shane’s mom? He just lied about her passing..?

* It is his mom! And fuck. Tim is totally innocent. Mother and son are crazy as fuck. But why..? Why did they do all that? Because they were poor?

* Ohh Brooke was the target all along. And Shane’s mom killed Brooke’s parents too? What the actual fuck.

* Well… Shane’s ending was very anticlimactic. Although I have a feeling something fishy is going on. The Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it, Josh 👀

* Holy shit… that ending 😳

#booktok book review #book review #the inmate #freida mcfadden #brooke sullivan #shane nelson #tim reese #psychological thriller #thriller #mystery

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tetrisfinished · 2 years

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the c-word

has finally come for us. yes folks, that's right. my roommates and i (husband, kid and me) have finally been hit by the covid bug. woohooo....2 years later.

so here's the timeline of events as i remember it:

my in laws came from the states and visited in the last week of july/first week of august

we spent time together at wasaga beach on july 31st

they came for dinner on august 2nd at our place

on august 3rd yasir's aunt held a dinner which esa and i did not attend but yasir did

that day on august 3rd when yasir left, he did not come back home until his family had left back for the states again which was friday august 5th when he came home

yasir thhen started feeling his symptoms on monday night of august 8th

last week yasir tested positive on tuesday august 9th for covid and started isolation right away

however, of course it's really quite difficult to isolate from everyone when you're living under the same roof soooo of course i also started feeling symptoms and then tested positive for covid on friday august 12

on friday night esa had a fever pretty much throughout the night; we gave him medicine but didn't test him - i'm almost 100% certain he also got covid

luckily though, esa's fever broke on saturday morning and he's been back to regularly scheduled programming since then (thank goodness!)

today we are at monday august 15th, 2022 and the situation is that esa is still Alhumdulillah good, yasir feels like he's back to 100% (except that he's still testing + as of this morning and his sense of taste/smell hasn't fully recovered) and i thought i was almost all the way good again too except just about 20 minutes ago a headache started creeping up above my eyes on my temples that i can't seem to shake off. oh and i've also completely lost my sense of taste and smell.

so. yeah. that's where we're at. esa's been home from daycare ever since yasir tested positive so wednesday to now. the daycare's policy is that the child can return to daycare once the effected member(s) of the household have crossed 5 days of isolation (GIVEN of course that the child themself is also not showing any symptoms).

so as such, esa can only return to daycare 5 days after my positive result which was on friday - i.e. he'll be able to go back on thursday august 18.

it's not been totally bad having esa home though! i've quite enjoyed it but esa's also enjoyed a LOT LOT LOT of screentime.

which frankly i've allowed because if i'm being honest with myself (aside from the fact that i've been working this whole time - which i have) i've really gotten used to not actively being a parent 24/7. i know that's a shitty thing to say or think but there it is.

i suppose every parent must get used to that feeling eventually when their child starts school but perhaps it's a bit unnatural for me to start feeling this way this early.

in any case. that's that. i really don't want to wallow in mom guilt at 11:43 pm at night on a monday.

so instead i'll tell you the surprising thing about how covid has effected me. the symptoms i had were congestion, frequent headaches (which is not normal or regular for me so it was actually kind of a pain), cough, and of course the loss of taste and smell.

the surprising bit about it is none of that (even the headaches) really bothered me as much as the loss of my sense of taste. it is such a SURREAL experience to have not to be able to taste anything. it's as if you're going on a diet except that you aren't going on a diet.

what do i mean by that?

like as if you were restricting yourself from your cravings except that you see yourself eating exactly the thing you're craving but gaining absolutely NONE of that inner happiness over having satisfied that craving!

it is honestly the WEIRDEST feeling and i do feel so spoilt going on and on about it because thankfully my body is still able to extract the energy from the food that is still readily available to me - but i just can't taste it. i mean - talk about a first world problem, eh!?

so ya. i'm told this loss does come back eventually....it's a really weird feeling so i hope that that's true.

but ya. that's how our covid experience has been.

now this current headache is urging me to stop staring at my screen so goodnight from me!

much love,

-k

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i-read-shitty-comics · 2 years

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Akumetsu

Genres:

Action, Comedy, Drama, Sci-Fi, Psychological

Average Rating: 8.18

Synopsis:

Due to an economic downturn plagueing Japan, Shiina Nagasawa decides to pick up prostitution as a means to support her family after her father goes bankrupt. To this end, she attempts a party where the high-profile government members in attendence are all eager to satisfy their carnal desires.

As Shiina degrades herself, and intruder wearing an exotic mask crashes the party, And she recognizes him as her classmate Shou Hazama. Claiming to be "Akumetsu", he interrogates Japan's former finance minister about all the evil deeds the other has comitted. He then proceeds to brutally murder the man and drag his body to the lobby. When Akumetsu is shot, he somehow blows his own head off afterward.

Still in disbelief, Shiina manages to go to school the next day. But in a shocking turn of events, Shou Hazama is there to great her in the classroom. How is he alive and what does he intend to do next?

My Rating: none

My Opinion:

I dropped this at volume 5 but only read so far because then I can count it for my year long reading challenge. This story is said to be super political but like ... until now all it said is corrupt politians = bad, which like ... no shit Sherlock, really? I never would have guessed. Also the treatment of the prostitues in chapter 1 does bother me a lot. They are just kind of forced to live a life as prostitues and despite one of them still being a high school student, apparently having 40+ old disgusting men grope her leaves no trauma at all? Really? The fact that this is the only thing we really get to see how the setting affects the people living in that economically crashed version of Japan also does not give the reader a good scope of the world and makes it a bit difficult to understand and empathize with the motivations of the main character. Like sure there are prostitutes, who don't want to do sex work as their jobs but don't have another choice, yet we don't to see much outisde of that besides street gangs who don't do anything besides being loud and annoying on motorcycles. The premise is good and sounds Interesting, however the execution is just really poor as far as I read. Maybe it gets better later on but honestly I don't want to waste that much time just to wait until something gets good. The art isn't all that great either and I fucking swear I saw Shiina or whatever her name was make this exact face at least once every chapter.

It's a quick read, so it wasn't too bad but I was still pretty bored. The only good thing I can think of right now is that the story touched upon how teenagers feel helpless, since they can't do much to help their country even if they are willing to work for it and that it takes years if not decades until they can actually do something. Which is a very good point I wish was more in the front of the story, right from the beginning. I just don't get the appeal of the story. Is it the politics? That shit is played so safe, I doubt anyone would get invested because of that. Is it the characters? Until now you could replace them with a cardboard and it wouldn't change much. Is it the action? Pffft, what action? It's just one dude with a gun not fighting anybody, while threatening to kill someone. The humor? Bish, I couldn't laugh at any of this if someone pointed a gun to my head. The violence? It's not gory enough for that. The edginess? Yeah, I guess that's it. But even as the adult that never left their emo phase and walks around like a vampire with a big love for using way too much eyeliner I am, this is a type of edginess I don't appreciate. This is just edgy because it wants to be edgy, not because it actually has a lot to say that it can convey through it's edginess (again, only as far as I read and except for the point of teens feeling helpless in this system they have no power in, which is again a really good point.)

Another little nitpick: Why did I see an adult man piss himself twice in this? I don't need to see that, do I?

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minminlifeu · 2 years

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the familiarity of a school you’ve attended day in day out for the past 13 years in your life is only parallel to so many, the array of buildings you grew up learning every nook and cranny of, the shrill screams you remember letting out at the end of every recess while darting back into your assigned classrooms as grade schoolers (identical bellows to which are let out by the kids occupying those years today, at half past nine every morning when the same bell that alarmed you so many years ago rings for their notice) that time when the school cafeteria was being reconstructed and half a dozen class and event places got abruptly moved around, half the student body suddenly finding themselves gathering in the old western music rooms (that were only ever graced by the folks studying the subject) for a snack or a drink, now being the new makeshift spot for a cafeteria. the very first day the big auditorium in your school opened up, plush red seats stretching for miles on end, newspaper crew and media crew alike snapping a dozen shots on ‘the biggest school auditorium in the entirety of asia’, when the same auditorium was burned to the ground not two years later after a mishap in an electrical unit on the top floor, the devastation every pupil, parent and teacher alike felt. the way the newspaper and media crew flowed back to the school grounds like they had never left.

but most of all, the familiarity, the comfort the utmost intimacy in having grown a better part of your life with a crowd that stayed by your side through thick and thin, wether they were aware of it or not. one a many faces in the student body of 200 that makes our year, the class of 2022 that ive never so much as spoken a word to, if for no other reason my introverted tendencies. but the way i know every one of their faces, could recognise quite frankly anyone from my school two years above and below my grade as well as my own if i ever spotted them amongst a crowd of thousands. already have in countless occasions. the groundless baseless way in which a better part of the school can look another girl in the face and guess which of the four school assigned houses they’ve been sorted into at admission. the way despite not having ever exchanged so much as a glance with so many of that crowd, i know them to know me the way i know them. i know them to acknowledge my presence the same way i do theirs.

and then there are the -used to be friends, the peers you were acquainted with for an extra curricular or a group project but never grew closer than that to, there are your best friends from grade school you still exchange banter with, your best friends from middle school you don’t so much as say hello to, your best friends you feel ashamed to so much as look in the eye of, for having left the country for two years on end not telling her your absence on the last day of school until it was too late, until you had missed the farewell party she had arranged for you already, the best friends who’ve fled from school grounds before the rest of the crowd, the best friends attending uni in other countries the best friends working full time while the rest of your year still diligently prepare for your government exams and to graduate school.

i’m but a barren vessel without what this school, the people the memories here made of me. three months til graduation, while crumbling under all the stress and pressure of exams, i think i finally get why all those old girl’s that graduated and left school for good keep coming back..

#chenu talks #well actually rambles #reminiscing the school life im about to loose #so long every lesbians fever dream #an only girls school

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kingvettel · 2 years

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Amazing — Carlos Sainz Jr. (part 1)

PART TWO

summary : in which carlos always gets shy around you and it kills you on the inside.

author’s note : a little bit of love for our favorite spaniard because it’s difficult to find some stories about him. be ready for some fluff (+ charles and pierre acting like brothers) pleaaaase comment or message me if you want to be tagged in part two!!! hope you guys will enjoy!!

Did you become an instant VIP into any Formula One event because of your friendship with Charles and Pierre? Yes. Did you show up to every event? Absolutely not.

You had grown up in Monaco and had connected with Charles when you were just a child, bumping into him on your way back to class after a girl had pulled your hair and locked you in the toilets for no reason —other than your visible shyness. You were running and trying to cover your puffy eyes when your body had collided with Charles’, causing you both to fall flat on your backs.

You had mumbled a quick apology but he was quick to offer you his hand to help you get up and your tears didn’t go unnoticed as he walked you back to your class, making sure that your teacher would address the issue eventually. You were both eight at the time and that was when you became inseparable.

Pierre came into the picture a few years later —through the karting competitions that you always attended at the time, very adamant on showing your support to the only person who had been kind enough to stick by your side even though you went through hell at school and that being associated with you could have caused Charles to end up being bullied as well. And, much to your surprise, Pierre became your best friend as well.

So, when they both got into Formula One, your name started to become familiar and you would usually end up in some pictures taken by journalists whenever you came on the paddock for races. Obviously, you couldn’t make it to every race, even though you wish you could, but you always made sure to come to the ones taking place in Europe, knowing all too well that both Charles and Pierre would send you moody and sappy texts if your job ever got in the way of a race weekend.

"You really could’ve stayed home for that one," Charles sighed as he put on his cap.

You nudged him playfully, "What’re you talking about? Okay, okay, you didn’t race but that one was epic!"

Charles laughed at your visible enthusiasm and followed you, alongside the rest of the crew, to watch the podium celebration. He couldn’t help but think that no matter where he finished in a race, he knew you would never be disappointed in him and it soothed him to know that you would always be by his side.

You spotted Pierre a little further in the crowd and you were quick to grab Charles’ wrist and drag him with you until you tackled Pierre in a hug, "You were freaking brilliant today! I swear my heart was beating like crazy in my chest cause Lewis was on to get you but, like, you were like no, I’m keeping my spot."

Pierre chuckled and the two drivers started talking but you found yourself focusing on the driver walking on stage. Carlos Sainz. He had earned the second place in this Monaco Grand Prix and here you were, looking at him, almost trying to analyze him from afar.

You remember thinking —back in the days were neither Charles or Pierre were yet in F1, how handsome he looked, how talented he was and how he seemed to be such a fun person to be around. You could still feel the tingling of your stomach twisting at the thought of, maybe, hanging out with him and getting to know him personally.

But, when you started hanging out with many of the drivers through your connection with Charles and Pierre, your enthusiasm fell short as Carlos was everything but friendly in your presence. You never recalled him looking at you straight in the eyes once, he would simply be polite enough to say hello but it was like he was trying to stay away from you as much as humanly possible.

"Close your mouth, (Y/N)," Pierre chuckled knowingly, "Or everybody’ll know you got a thing for a certain Ferrari driver."

You gulped, slapping Pierre across the shoulder, as you looked at your feet in the hope of hiding your burning cheeks but Charles loud giggles caused you to grunt in embarrassment.

"And we all know it ain’t me," Charles pointed out as he poked your cheek playfully.

You slapped his hand away and focused your attention back onto the podium only to find Carlos spotting you through the crowd and letting his eyes on you for a few seconds. Your breath hitched in your throat and you decided to let your eyes wander to the other two drivers on the podium, trying to ignore your increasing heartbeat.

A couple hours later, you were walking inside the restaurant that the drivers had booked for the evening. You were with Charlotte and Katerina and you smiled at the childish energy emanating from the room, noticing how the drivers were trying to be in many conversations at a time, their laughters echoing all around. You fist bumped Charles and Pierre and proceeded to whistle in Lando’s direction, tackling him in a hug before messing with his hair, “Dude! Podium finish, ah! You freaking killed it today!��

He gave you a bright smile, “Thanks (Y/N)! Not gonna lie, I really wanted to steal second place from Carlos but that bitch didn’t even let me come near him.”

You heard someone chortling behind you and you found yourself facing Carlos, who had obviously heard your exchange, “You were too slow for me, kid.”

“I have to side with Carlos on this one,” you replied, sharing a look with the Ferrari driver.

Lando exaggeratedly gasped, putting a hand on his chest, “And I thought you were my friend.”

You shook your head and made eye contact with Carlos once more, “Hm... your driving was... pretty amazing today.”

Carlos fluttered his eyelashes, scratching his throat, as he looked all around you, obviously avoiding your gaze, “Thank you... yeah, it was... it was nice.”

And then it turned into silence. You thought he might try to keep the conversation going since you had complimented his driving —and that you knew most men loved a good ego boost, but this didn’t even seem to work on the Ferrari driver. You could tell he felt uncomfortable in your presence and even though you would kill to know what you might have done in the first place to disturb him to such an extent, you knew better than to stay near him and ruin his evening.

So you walked away, but not before letting out a frustrated laugh and shooting your eyes wide open for a split second at Carlos’ behavior around you. You didn’t think anyone would have caught your clear disappointment but Charles, Pierre and Lando exchanged a playful glance at the awkward interaction.

You made your way to the bar and ordered a beer, now definitely certain that trying to talk to the guy was utterly useless. He had repeatedly made it clear that he didn’t really appreciate your presence around him so you acknowledged the pain crushing your heart and soul but you didn’t let yourself dive into the feeling for too long, instead grabbing your drink and walking back to the table only to find out the only seat left was next to Carlos.

Your stomach did a flip and you shot a desperate look at Charles and Pierre, only to notice mischief in their eyes. You knew now that they had set you up for this and that they would never help you out of this situation.

You looked down at Carlos, who was already sat down, “Hm... I-I can ask to, like, switch seats with someone...”

“Oh, uh, no... no, it’s okay,” Carlos replied awkwardly, gesturing for you to sit down next to him.

You gave him a small smile and finally sat down only to be interrupted mid thought by Daniel, “He just doesn’t know how to talk to pretty girls.”

Some restrained snickers could be heard all around the table and Carlos choked on his drink, wondering if it was what it felt like to have a seizure, as his entire face turned crimson in the blink of an eye.

You noticed Carlos’ frozen figure next to you and brushed off the tingling feeling in your stomach, taking a large sip from your beer, “Yeah, right, whatever you say Ricky bobby.”

And with that, everybody laughed and moved back to their former conversations as Carlos finally engaged in a few words to you, “Well... that was awkward...”

“Says the guy who almost runs in the opposite direction when he notices me,” you scoffed with a smile.

Carlos blinked a few times, not sure what to reply to that. He blurted the first thing that came to his mind, “I mean... Daniel did make a point... earlier.”

Your face fell and you stopped breathing for a split second, wondering if you had heard him right and you let out a chuckle, seeing the panic settling in his eyes.

"It can stay our secret, if you want," you said with a smile.

Carlos looked at you as if you were coming from a different planet. Not just because of what you had just said. But because you had said it in perfect Spanish. He stared with a shocked expression on his face, wondering how he didn’t know this about you. It was no secret that a few guys on the paddock knew about his crush on you —causing him to act all shy around you, and Charles had quickly found out, especially since Carlos would sometimes blurt out the most random questions about you and that they were both teammates, leading to a lot of teasing coming from Charles.

You could tell the whole Spanish thing definitely caught his attention and you decided to keep going, "You’re okay?"

"You… speak Spanish?"

You sipped on your beer, not even noticing Charles, Pierre and Lando not-so-subtly spying on the opposite end of the table, "Fluently. My mom’s from Madrid."

"Wait, what, really?"

You chuckled, "Yeah, yeah! I have a lot of family there and I go whenever I can."

"What, I… I feel really stupid right now,"Carlos said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

You brushed it off, "You couldn’t know… I mean, my last name does sound Spanish but I’m sure you actually don’t know it since you, like, don’t follow me on Instagram and that we never talked until… well, now."

Carlos felt exposed but he didn’t break eye contact, "I… Well, that doesn’t make me feel any better…"

His visible awkwardness made you laugh, making him laugh as well, "I’m just teasing you, really."

The waitress interrupted the whole moment to note down every order but Carlos was hooked. Once the waitress left, he became even more talkative, probably feeling a lot closer to you now that he knew you had Spanish roots and that you seemed to love that part of your heritage.

On the other side of the table, Daniel was leaning towards the trio who had hoped that forcing them to sit next to one another would finally make them talk, "Are they flirting in Spanish?"

The three men shrugged but Lando was quick to look at them proudly, "Mission accomplished."

And it flowed so naturally that you even wondered if you weren’t dreaming this entire moment. You couldn’t ignore the way your heart would race in your chest whenever you realized how Carlos paid attention to your every word, as if you were the most interesting person he had ever met, you couldn’t contain your laughter whenever Carlos would blurt out a joke and it felt like nobody else was there around you both.

"I can’t believe all I needed to do was talk to you in Spanish," you pointed out with a grin on your face.

Carlos covered his face with both hands, glancing at you through his parted fingers to see you chuckling at his childish behavior, "How long are you gonna tease me with this?"

You raised your eyebrows and smirked, "I just started."

At the end of the dinner, many of the drivers started leaving and you jumped up when you turned around and saw Carlos a few feet away from you, most certainly trying to tell you something. Your heart melted at his awkwardness.

"Uh… Are you… going to be at the next race?"

You grimaced, "No… I’ll be in Italy for work… But I’ll watch the race!"

Carlos nodded with a small smile but you were quick to notice a hint of disappointment in his eyes and your heart skipped a beat. You looked down at your feet, scratching your throat, "Hm, but… I’ll be in Madrid after that… I’m actually on summer break at the same time as you guys so… If you’re ever around that first week we can, like, I don’t know… hang out or something."

Carlos had to blink a few times, wondering if you had just implicitly asked him out on a date, "I… Yeah, I’m in Madrid the first week of summer break. Yeah, yeah, that’d be great!"

You released a long breath you had been holding and gave him a genuine smile, "Awesome! Well, that was cool finally getting to talk to you… you know, in Spanish and everything."

"Oh my god!"

You laughed, "I’m joking, I’m joking! Okay, hm, I’ll see you later?"

"Yeah, tonight was great," Carlos replied as he watched you walking towards you two best friends, "Uh, (Y/N) wait!"

You swiftly turned around, a quizzical look on your face, "What?"

"I don’t have your number…"

You let out a soft chuckle, "Just follow me on Insta."

And you joined Charles and Pierre with the widest grin on your lips but your excitement soon fell because they were looking at you mischievously, wiggling their eyebrows, "Just follow me on Insta," Pierre repeated in a high pitched voice and you immediately slapped him across the chest, making them both laugh loudly.

"That’s not what I sound like," you complained, walking past them before spinning on your heels with worry on your face, "Please, tell me that’s not what I sound like."

Charles and Pierre glanced at one another before exploding in a loud fit of giggles, "Of course not, oh god no!"

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and the notification made your stomach twist : « carlossainz55 started following you. »

What you didn’t notice though, were Charles and Pierre’s heads lurking above your shoulders to see what it was and their loud shrieks made you look up. Pierre and Charles were jumping up, "Oh my god, oh my god, it’s happening."

"Yo, I swear, if he hurts her," Pierre said as he used his own thumb to imitate a knife slitting his throat, "That guy’s dead."

Charles vividly nodded and they shook hands as if they were signing a pact and you shook your head desperately, "Guys that’s enough! Nothing’s happened!"

Charles wiggled his eyebrows with a smirk, "Yet."

#f1 preference #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #carlos sainz #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz preference #charles leclerc #pierre gasly #carlos sainz jr

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Hi, first of all i love your work 💕 and second, I wanted to request a Chris Evans angsty to fluff one shot? Where he is much older than the reader (she’s in her early 20s) and they have confessed their attraction for each other but are not sure how to proceed, nothing much happens during the confession. But the next day there’s an event or party where both attend separately, during it they stare at each other from across the room but suddenly Chris is crowded mostly by women much older than you and they flirt with him, and he sees you getting sad and insecure about your feelings and about his feelings too and obviously your age, so maybe you run off somewhere else and he decides to follow and then reassures you he likes you, then it’s all fluff? Maybe with a kiss at the end?🥺 thank uuuu!! I hope you’re having a nice day💓

Age Gap

pairing: chris evans x younger!reader

warnings: age gap, fluff, angst, insinuations to smut, hannah montana reference lmao

a/n: thank you for the request and i hope you enjoy! also i wrote this on my phone so i apologize for any mistakes lol

being 21 and having a crush on a 39 year old was tough.

finding out that that 39 year old felt the same was even tougher.

when you got the chance to audition with him for his new movie, Deep Silence, you jumped at it. just getting to be in a room with him blew your mind, but when your agent called you and told you you got a role, you were ecstatic.

you had originally auditioned for the role of Emma Garner, Chris’s characters daughter, but he decided you were perfect for the role of his characters wife, Francesca Garner instead.

you had no idea why. you were barely 21, and he was 19 years older than you. it would make so much more sense for you to play his daughter, but you accepted the role of his wife nonetheless.

at least now you won’t have to watch your crush kiss another girl, something that was all too familiar in high school.

when you two had your first love scene, you were terrified. how were you going to keep the fact that you were incredibly attracted to your co star a secret while acting out something that is so private?

you had a suspicion that he felt the same during filming, when he’d purposely ground his hard on into your centre and rasped into you ear “if you liked that”, but he ran away to his trailer before you could ask him about it.

you thought he was finally going to talk to you about it when he approached you a few days later, but he ended up just asking if you wanted to go to disneyland with him and Scott and his boyfriend, to which you accepted.

the day was fun, with the four of you taking lots of photos, going on lists of rides, eating lots of food (that ultimately made Scott throw up after one two many churros and and a ride on Seven Dwarves) and ended in you guys watching Happily Ever After. About halfway through, Chris pulled you into his arms, and pressed his lips to yours.

as soon as he kissed you, all the background noise faded away, and the two of you stood there like teenagers making out for the rest of the show.

when that happened, you thought for sure that he’d finally ask you out. you’d ask him out, but that seemed insanely intimidating, and you weren’t down for that at all. but, he didn’t make a move. other than kissing. he’d kiss you constantly, but it never progressed passed making out, and you were a little disappointed.

eventually, comic con came up, and you wouldn’t be attending with Chris, rather than the TV show you were a regular on. you had spotted him watching you in the crowd, thanks to your favourite actress who was also on the panel with you. you attended his as well, and even asked a question, as your movie hadn’t been announced yet, so people wouldn’t know you unless they watched your show.

then, the after party rolled around. you had messaged briefly, but hadn’t really spoken, something you were hoping to do tonight. you had reached your wits end, and just decided to man up and talk to him about where you two stood.

but, you couldn’t find him. you’d wandered around with your co stars and talked to a few directors and casting agents to get your name out there for future projects, but you couldn’t for the life of you locate Chris.

Until you got to the bar. you had just ordered your favourite drink, when you spotted him at the other end of the bar. but, he wasn’t alone. he was surrounded by five or six women who were definitely much older than you, and your heart sank.

it didn’t shatter, however, until you saw Chris flirting back. your eyes welled up with tears, and you tried to wipe them discreetly without Chris or anyone noticing, but of course that didn’t happen.

Chris was doing his best to ward off the ladies swarming him, so he could come and find you. he had been leading you on for too long, and he just needed to ask you out already, before another guy snatched you from his fingers.

suddenly, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and looked up, thinking it was Scott coming back with more food, but his heart dropped when he saw you. you were stood there, looking absolutely magnificent, but your eyes were full with tears, almost to the point of spilling over onto the cheeks he loved to kiss and hold in his hands so much.

he looked at the swarm of ladies that had formed around him, and swore, realizing what you were probably thinking.

he watched as you turned and stormed away, towards the door. he politely excused himself, and headed after you.

he followed you out the door he watched you disappear through, but his heart sank even lower when he realized you weren’t there. he was about to go back inside and ask your co stars for your room number, when he heard the tell tale signs of your sobs coming from a hidden alcove to his left.

he ran down the steps and over to the alcove, and his heart broke when he saw you. you were leaning against the wall, you head in your hands. loud sobs were escaping your mouth, and he knew for a fact you had an endless amount of tears running down your face, the saltiness of them probably already swelling your beautiful face up.

he wasted no time in coming over to you and wrapping you up tight in his arms. you tried to pull out of them, but he stood firm, and eventually you relaxed.

“i’m so sorry.” he whispered, and your sobs subsided. you shook your head and looked up at him.

“no. i’m sorry. i’m sorry that i was born in the wrong generation, because maybe then one of us would have the courage to ask the other out without fear of judgement. i’m sorry that i’m not as mature as those girls, or as talented. i’m sorry that i probably read into things like i always do and ruine-“ you began; but was cut off by Chris soft lips.

when he pulled away, he rested his forehead atop yours. “no. don’t. you’re perfect. so fuckin’ perfect it scares me sometimes. it absolutely terrifies the shit out of me how perfect you are because i don’t want to hurt you. you’re so young and innocent, and i love that about you. i don’t want to be the one to crush that innocence that i love so much by hurting you. but, i shouldn’t have let that hold me back. we’re both legal, so age is just a number. i should have told you that say i fuckin’ dry humped you on set.” he said, and you laughed at the last bit. “i love you so fuckin’ much, y/n, it honestly scares me. but being scared is good. it makes me human, and i’m not letting that hold me back from treating you the way you deserve to be treated. if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, i will spend the rest of our time together showing you just how much i love and appreciate you.” he said, and you looked up at him. “will you be my girlfriend?” he asked softly, and you nodded in happiness, your lips pressing to his.

Chris smiled into the slightly salty, but still loving kiss. he finally had you, and he wasn’t going to let you go. you were his whole world, and he was kicking himself for not realizing it sooner.

the two of you were currently walking hand in hand back to the venue, when you spoke up. “that was the sweetest speech. i’m not mad at you because of those girls. i realized shortly after that you wouldn’t do anything like that, but i thought maybe you’d realize that they were better than me, so that’s why i left.” you explained, and Chris tugged you in closer to his body.

“that makes me so happy, sweet girl. it was a mistake letting those girls do that and i should have stopped it sooner, but everybody makes mistakes.” he said.

you giggled before responding. “everybody has those days.” you said with the straightest face possible and Chris turned and stared at you for a second before realizing the reference.

“Hannah Montana? oh my god you’re so innocent,” he said, moaning the last few words into your ears, his hands gripping your waist to pull you against him.

you bit your lip and smiled. “i’m not completely innocent,” you said right back, and smiled in happiness when you felt him hardening against your stomach.

“mmm, really baby?” he moaned, and you nodded, before whispering in his ear.

“take me back to your hotel room and i’ll show you.”

#chris evans angst #chris evans #chris evans actor #chris evans imagine #chris evans x you #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x reader fluff #chris evans fluff #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut

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The Worthy — Eren Jaeger (6)

Chapter Six: The Aftermath

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Series Summary: Reader is reaching a point in her relationship where sex is coming up in conversation. but she’s an inexperienced virgin. And who’s better to show her the ropes than her best friend Eren?

Chapter Summary: After previous events, Eren and Reader practice communication once more by setting some boundaries.

Content: Unestablished Relationship, Domestic Fluff

Content Warnings: Mentions of Smut, Sexual Fantasies

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“Hello, to whom am I speaking?” Your mom had said through the phone. On the other end of the line was Eren, who was now calling her due to your sleeping figure on his living room couch.

“Hi ma’am, this is Eren… Jaeger.” Eren’s cautious of his volume, not wanting to wake you.

It’s been a few hours since you fell asleep on top of him, your arms still wrapped around his neck and legs still straddled his waist. He had carefully moved you off of him, gently setting your head atop the pillow and grabbing a throw blanket to lay over your bare legs. He couldn’t stay with you while you slept, he was already pushing his boundaries.

“Eren? Oh, honey, I haven’t seen you in forever! How are you?” Your mom beams.

The last time Eren and your mom had spoken was at a dinner party at your house, Armin’s family had attended as well. She had asked Eren about college. But other than that, due to the distancing between you and Eren, they haven’t spoken at all.

“I’m doing well, thank you. How are you?” Eren rises in his seat to look over the back of the couch to check your status. He sits at his kitchen table, the same one from the first night you were with him, with his laptop open to a school document and the pale glow of the computer illuminating his face.

“I’m wonderful, thank you for asking,” Eren can almost hear her smile, “I’m assuming you’re calling on behalf of my child? She told me she’d be back around three and well… it’s a bit later than three. And we aren’t really the ones to have a casual phone conversation together.” She laughs

“Yeah. We went to lunch after her exam then came back to my place. She ended up falling asleep on the couch.” Eren smiles, glancing back over to you once more.

“Oh of course. You know how those exams are, I bet she’s exhausted.”

“Oh yeah, I’ll have her call you when she wakes up if that’s alright,” Eren suggests.

“That would be wonderful, thank you. Come visit sometime soon, Eren, don’t be a stranger,” She says genuinely.

Every once and a while she’ll ask about Eren or Armin and how they’re doing or what they’re up to. And you’ll have to tell her the same thing every time, ‘they’re good, Mom. No, I don’t know what they’re doing’ because you didn’t have the heart to tell her that you’re not as close to them as you used to be.

“Of course. It was nice speaking with you.” Eren can feel his face grow hot at your mother’s request.

“You too, honey. Bye-bye.”

Moments after the call had ended, you had shot up; fully awake and temporarily disoriented. You had an old blanket strewn over your body, one you recognize making with Eren at a school fundraiser event in fourth grade, and your hair was astray around your head. When you shift your legs around, you panic at the sensation of the blanket over your bare thighs, realizing that you don’t have pants on.

“Jesus, you have a nightmare or something?” You hear Eren chuckle from your right.

You jerk your head towards his voice to see him sitting at the table with his computer screen blocking off the bottom half of his face from your vision.

It was the blue hour, the sun had just set and now a milky cool-blue has flooded itself across the once sunset-pink sky. You can just see the little indirect glow of the setting sun in the West. The house smelled like a blend between a comforting tomato smell and something floury, it made your mouth water.

Eren had the oven light on over whatever was cooking on the stovetop, and the only other light in the house was the one above the breakfast bar counter that was just behind the couch. He had his hair pulled back behind his head and black-rimmed glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, he also had changed sweatpants.

And then you realize why you’re here, that embarrassment that you were worried about earlier begins to flood through you.

“Didn’t know you wore glasses,” You look to him but shy away quickly, your skin growing hot at the recollection of earlier, “What time is it?”

Eren closes his laptop slowly, then glances to the oven clock, “6:19”

“Six?!” Your eyes grow wide, “Oh my god, my mom’s going to kill me.” You hold the blanket close to your body as you reach over the side of the couch to grab your leggings that were discarded on the floor.

“I called her just before you woke up, ‘told her you’d call her once you did,” Eren says.

You slip your feet through your leggings quickly, then pull the waistband up your legs. You remain seated on the couch as you lift your hips to pull them up. Once you’re completely clothed you toss the blanket aside and stand up, legs a little wobbly, but you stand. You blink a few times in an attempt to collect yourself.

“I fell asleep?” You’re speaking out loud, not really looking for an answer. You cautiously look around for your phone.

“Guess you were all fucked out, huh?” Eren snickers, getting up from his chair to stir the wooden spoon that rests in the saucepan on the stove.

You cringe, picking up your phone from the coffee table beside the armrest, “Don’t say that.”

Eren faces away from you as you make your way around the couch, one hand stirring while the other fiddles with the flame settings of the other pot on the stove. You stop to set your phone on the breakfast counter, watching him intently as he continues tending to whatever he’s made.

“I need to go,” You say, waiting for him to turn around and say something before you move for your shoes.

“Stay for dinner, ‘made enough for you. We need to talk, anyways.” He doesn’t look to you as he speaks, convinced you’ll stay due to his stated reasons.

And you do, you mumble a little, ‘okay’ before sliding yourself into one of the bar chairs and resting your arms on the countertop. His kindness makes your chest tight with admiration and you’re still taking in the fact that you had fallen asleep at Eren’s house after he fingered your lights out; someone who, up until just over a week ago, you hadn’t spoken to for more than a few minutes at a time.

“Call your mom.” He reminds you.

You don’t verbally acknowledge him, but he knows you’ve listened by the series of monotonous beeps and the dull ringing that follows his request.

You didn’t know how your mom had reacted to his call, so you had no idea how she would react to yours.

“Goodmorning, sweet girl!” She laughs through the line. Eren must have told her you had fallen asleep.

“Hi, mom. I’m just at Eren’s. ‘Think I’m going to stay for dinner if that’s okay?” You mumble, shying away from speaking too loud. You knew Eren could hear you, but something on talking about him with your mom made you sheepish.

You can hear her chuckle once more through the phone before responding, “Yes, that’s alright. Tell Eren I said ‘hi’ once more… and text me when you’re on your way home, please.”

“Yep, I will. Love you, bye.” You hang up after she says ‘I love you’ back, then press your lips into a line as you set your phone back down, “She says ‘hi’, again.” You speak lowly.

Eren laughs softly as he turns off the heat to the larger pot then grabs the black handles on the side and makes his way over to the sink that’s to your left and set in the corner of the ‘L’ shaped counter. You notice the sink already has a strainer that sits in the bottom and realize he’s made some sort of noodles and sauce. His reading glasses fog up slightly as he pours the contents of the pot into the strainer, and he has to turn his head away from the steam. You smile softly as he scrunches his nose from the heat.

“Can you turn off the heat on the other one over there?” He asks, nodding his head back towards the stove.

Although he’s focused on the things in front of him, you give him a nod and slip out of the barstool. You watch the muscles in his back strain against the fabric of his sweatshirt as you round the corner of the counter and walk straight forward to the stove. In the tiny saucepan was just simple marinara sauce, and you’d never thought that such a basic food would pull such a strong sense of hunger from inside you.

“Didn’t pick you as a cook.” You turn down the heat, teasing him slightly at his simple choice of a meal.

“I’m actually majoring in Italian cuisine.” He falsely claims, playing into your fun. Once all the water is strained out from the noodles, he pours them all back into the dark grey pot, they meet the bottom with an audible plopping sound.

You shift aside to the counter, turning and leaning back against it with your arms crossed over your chest to watch him as he brings the pot back over and sets it atop the stove again.

“Bowls are just above you,” He says, reaching to his right to grab a dish that has a stick of butter on it. He pulls open the drawer beside him for a knife then uses it to take a good chunk out of the butter and drops it into the noodles.

“Want some noodles with your butter?” You pull open the cabinets above you and take ahold of two ceramic bowls that were glazed over with white and burnt-orange decals.

“Shut it,” He takes the pasta spoon from earlier and uses it to stir in the melting butter.

The bowls clink together as you set them onto the granite countertop and Eren’s eyes flit to the side to watch you place them down. He pulls another flush of heat across your body and you have to look away from him once more.

But wasn’t just his eyes that had you feeling warm. Seeing him so calm and peaceful, relaxed within the normalcy of his own home, made your heart ache so tenderly. His sleeves pushed up his forearms to expose his calloused and scarred hands acting so sedentary and so gentle; it was such a contrast to how he was normally seen. He was sharing a part of himself that was so foreign to others.

It almost felt wrong. You felt too close to him far too quickly.

“Hope you’re okay with the sex talk while eating this time,” He says, grabbing one of the bowls from in front of you and filling it with spaghetti noodles.

“Do I even have a choice?” You say with a smug look on your face as you finally look at him.

He holds the now noodle-filled bowl out in front of you, just above the other saucepan, “No. Here.” He shakes the bowl slightly.

You take it from his hand with a tiny smile on your face and turn to grab the wooden spoon in the saucepan, scooping out a decent amount of the red sauce and dropping it atop the noodles. Eren mirrors your actions once you step aside. And once he’s finished, he grabs a pair of forks from the drawers and guides you towards the kitchen table.

You sit quietly, focused on stirring the marinara with the noodles until it’s evenly dispersed, giving him the time to speak first. He sits in the chair that he had pushed out of a week ago to kiss you, just to your right and on your perpendicular. He sets his laptop on the chair to his left.

“I usually have a few rules,” He begins, stirring within his own bowl, “When I… get with girls.”

You stifle a laugh at his awkwardness. Eren was very much aware of his sexual status as well as the copious amounts of people that want to sleep with him, but he was always surprisingly humble about it. He didn’t make a big deal of it; like it was a school extracurricular or something.

“But obviously ours are going to be a little different because of… circumstances.” He smiles, twisting around his fork, “The first one should be a given, but sometimes it’s not for some girls… I don’t know. But my first rule: always ask for consent… both ways.”

You nod as you take your first bite of food, both out of acknowledgment and appreciation. It sounds ridiculous, but the pure act of asking for permission was quite foreign these days; and even though it’s the bare minimum, it’s so deeply admired.

“Second one: no cuddling, which we’ve already partially broken and is also the reason why I got you off me,” He continues, “But, it can’t happen anymore.”

That rule almost hurts. It’s understandable, but it hurts. Eren’s going to be taking your first everything, maybe everything, and you aren’t even allowed to lay with him. After something like he did today, you find yourself wanting to be close to him… which is probably why it’s best not to.

So, you nod as you chew.

“Third: communication.” He chuckles, “You’re going to need to tell me everything you’re feeling… good or bad, inside and outside of sexual situations. This kind of goes with consent but it’s a little different.”

His statements are just now beginning to catch up with you in the time period aspect. He’s speaking as if this is going to happen again, speaking as it will happen again. He’s speaking on behalf of incidents in the past but also covering the possibilities in the future.

God, you were hoping he couldn’t see the way your fork begins to shake in your hand.

“And then the other ones that might not apply to this but I’ll mention them, just in case..”

Just in case.

“This isn’t exclusive, no sleeping over, and always use protection.”

Just in case.

You have to break eye contact and you almost choke on your noodles. He mentions protection because ‘just in case’.

“But we’ll burn that bridge if we get to it.” He speaks so nonchalantly that, that itself, has you taken aback.

You give him another nod, it was absentminded but it was genuine. You catch yourself wondering if you would ever get the point where the ‘just in case’ would be found useful. The thought itself has your chest tightening and your face growing hot. Being the only one Eren’s with, sleeping over at his house… in his bed… with him, feeling him inside you; it feels so wrong but so right.

And remembering that this isn’t a relationship, not a real one at least, makes you somewhat sad. You knew that that’s a horrible thing to think. You were in another relationship-not-a-relationship ordeal, you had no right thinking about what it would be like to get with Eren… but not even just get with him but be with him.

Could you really blame yourself? Eren’s so incredibly understanding, stupidly attractive, and has brought you more pleasure in the past week than you have ever experienced in your entire life. Of course, you’d harbor some feelings for him over time, how couldn’t you?

But you guess that’s the entire point of his rules. They’re to make sure nothing like that happens. And the fact that you’ve already found yourself conflicted about your feelings for him shows that rules should have come up in conversation a bit sooner.

“I’ll keep helping you as long as you need it,” He says, and the sweet smile he gives you makes your heart flutter.

The both of you finish eating in rather comfortable silence. The much-needed boundaries had been set and are now out of the way, the awkward tension dissipating. But, every once and a while you’ll remember that a few hours ago, Eren was between your thighs, and it will have your entire body running hot once more. But other than that, you were relaxed in each other’s company.

While you helped him with cleaning the dirtied dishes, your thoughts float back into that headspace that so craves his time and validation. You were at peace with him in this strangely domestic moment, and he with you. And you can’t help but wonder, ‘what if it could always be like this?’

“Stop thinking about it.” He says, nudging the dripping wet bowl he just cleaned against your forearm.

You and he both had your sleeves rolled up to your elbows. His hands were wrist-deep in soapy, hot water, while yours were holding a large, thin, white towel with green embroidery on it. It read ‘Monday’ on it, with fancy lettering and an arrangement of flowers surrounding the word. It was a Saturday.

His comment has you laughing uncomfortably. Was he really that well at reading people, or were you just an easy person to read?

You look down to the plate and take it from his hands, “I wasn’t thinking about… earlier —” You stutter.

“Sure you weren’t,” He says, “Don’t worry, I was too.”

My god, will he ever make a comment that doesn't send electricity coursing through your entire body?

You let out an audible choke, “D — don't say things like that.”

You stare down at your hands as you wipe at the ceramic bowl. You were surely overdrying it, the fabric now running over the surface smoothly. Your fingertips begin to prune from the warm water.

“Why not?” Out of the corner of your eyes, you can see him glance down at you. He’s got a stupid, boyish smirk on his face that tells you that he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“I — I just —” You start, setting the bowl aside and resting your forearms on the edge of the sink.

“You can admit it was good, you know.” He laughs, “I mean, you seemed to be liking it.”

Probably because you did like it, of course you did, But you weren't the only one. Eren couldn’t get the image of you out of his head: your pretty face all scrunched in pleasure, legs trembling around his head, sucking in his fingers real nice… you were burned into his eyelids. He was going to have masturbation material for weeks.

“Of course I did — Jesus — but we don't need to talk about it after.” You mumble, tucking your hair behind your ear before grabbing the second bowl from him.

“Oh but, we do,” He teases, nudging his elbow against your bicep, “C’mon, what was your favorite part?”

You blink a few times, opening and closing your mouth like a fish as you flit your vision between him and your hands, “Eren —”

“Was it… when I... fucked you with my tongue? That pulled a nice reaction from you. ‘Could tell you were listening to my ‘non-verbal communication’ lesson.” He continues.

You shy away from him, tilting your head towards but pulling away from him as you squeeze your eyes shut. His resurrection of the incident alone has your stomach turning.

“What about when I filled you with my fingers, hm?” He laughs cruelly at your reaction, bringing his head down and level with yours, leading with his nose to speak besides your ear.

The still slick bowl slips out of your fingers and clatters down into the sink, your hands falling forward to brace yourself against the counter, “No.”

“No?” His questioning is exaggerated.

You breathe in through your nose slowly, shutting your eyes and trying to regulate your body. You bite at the inside of your cheek and turn your face away to prevent him from seeing the embarrassed distortion of your face.

“When you kissed my calf… I — I liked that… the best.” You whisper. Your expression slips and your lips turn into a little smile of recollection.

“Interesting,” He brings himself back upright, almost standing proud, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You scoff, shaking your head as you reach for the dropped bowl, “Like how you did with my comment about teasing, hm?” Your comment is quick, and you keep your head down as you speak.

“Absolutely,” He passes you the saucepan just as you finish drying the bowl, “Only the best for you.”

You laugh breathily at that, your cheeks growing even warmer than before. You could almost feel your heart flutter and flap around in your chest. Although he said it teasingly, you could hear the sincerity lurking low in his voice.

Hearing his audible confirmation that this is about you, and not him taking advantage of your vulnerability, was massively comforting. He was doing this for you; he was up in the middle of the night for you, made two servings of spaghetti for you. He was helping you for you and not for his own personal gain.

Were you ever going to be able to do something for him?

“Eren, you don’t have to be doing this if you don’t want to.” You mumble, setting the final pan aside to rest with the other clean dishes on the countertop. You wipe at your hands with the slightly damp rag.

You can hear him inhale as he wipes his hands on his sweatpants, he shakes them out a few times before turning and leaning back against the counter beside the sink. You can feel his eyes on you as you stare at the drain in the sink.

“Who said I didn’t want to?” He asks.

You swallow, pressing your lips into a line before looking at him, “Why would you?”

Eren smiles, bringing his eyes down to the floor in front of him with his tongue in his cheek and his arms crossed over his chest. Even though he wasn’t looking at you, all of his attention was directed towards you.

“You were my first friend,” His voice is quiet, “Can’t just leave you to die.”

You laugh, bringing yourself upright and tucking your hair behind your ears as you gain the courage to bring your head up and smile at him.

You wish you didn’t.

Because he’s got that look again, that stance, that glint in his eyes that makes you absolutely melt and turns your brain stupid. He was drinking you in and undressing you with his eyes again, and although you haven’t experienced it, you could swear he was wanting to bend you over this counter and take you right then.

And he was. God, if Eren had met you any other way; if you weren’t his childhood best friend, if you weren’t in such a vulnerable position; if he’d met you in class or something or at a party and your entire friendship wasn’t on the line, he would have you every fucking day of the week.

He hates admitting it, but he can’t lie to himself.

He’s already found himself lingering his glances over the curves in your face and body, savoring the way your lips quirk into a smile, drinking in your figure, and getting drunk on it. Your physicality was already turning him soft, and if he wasn’t careful, so would your brain.

“Thank you. Not for the… the sexual part of it… but for everything else too.” You try not to shy away again, “I mean, I guess the… the sexual part is —”

“Is nice too?” He adds.

“ — Is nice too.” You nod with a laugh.

Eren brings a hand to give the top of your head a pat, “It only gets better from here.”

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pennylanefics · 3 years

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Mistake - Jonathan Kent

a/n: ugh this has been sitting in my drafts for a while, even tho it’s been finished :/ this is based off of/a continuation of a blurb i did for my blurb event.

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The screams from the crowd of the football game could be heard from the orchestra room in the school, where you are currently practicing for an upcoming competition. It was distracting, to say the least; one of the worst things about being from a small town is the high school campus isn’t that big.

When you decided that you had practiced enough, you started packing your things up. By now, the noise had stopped, signaling that the game was over and everyone was meeting up with their families and heading home.

As you walked down the hall and in the direction of the front of the school, Jonathan walks out of the locker room just as you passed it, his duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

“Hey Kent,” you call out. He whips around to face you and offers a small grin.

“Hi.”

“Did you guys win?” You ask. He shuffles in his spot, conflicted. He wanted to talk to you in general, but didn’t really want to talk about the game.

“Uh, yeah. But I didn’t get to play, so it kinda sucks,” he responds sadly. “But Jordan did, so I guess that’s good.”

“I’m sorry.”

You two have always had some sort of connection. Ever since you met on his first day here, you’ve had some sort of feelings for him. Though you knew he had a girlfriend at the time, so you never acted on it. When they broke up, he began flirting back.

“It’s all good. But it was too cold out there with the rain.” You glance out the front doors of the school, seeing that it was in fact still raining.

“It looks like you’ve warmed up, though,” you tease. He raises his eyebrows in curiosity and steps a little closer to you.

“I could use a hug. You know, because even though I took a hot shower, I’m still really cold, and I could use some comfort from the sadness of not being able to play tonight,” He opens his arms for you after dropping his duffle bag next to him.

Giggling, you meet him halfway and walk over to him, falling into his grip, resting your head on his shoulder. His arms wrap around you and he sighs in content at how warm your body is compared to his.

“Thank you,” he whispers. “I’ve had a really rough night.”

“Would you maybe want to grab some food at the diner?” You wonder, lifting your head but staying put in his arms.

“I’d love that,” he smiles.

From that moment, the two of you continued seeing each other, going on dates, meeting up after his football games that you go to, as well as your orchestra concerts he attends. But recently, he’s pulled back his interest from you for someone else.

Recently, he had broken his wrist, so because of that, he’s been seeing you less and less due to needing to rest and all that. You understood, but what you didn’t understand was his sudden liking for Tegan Wickham.

Sarah told you that she apparently made some comment to him and he fell for her instantly. But again, as it’s a small town, you know the kind of girl she is. She’s specific about who she likes and who she wants to date. So when Sarah tells you that Jonathan’s been staring at her and wanting to ask her out, you were livid.

But, you said nothing about it to him, wanting him to suffer by finding out on his own.

“(Y/N), he’ll get over her sooner or later, and things will be back to normal. He’ll realize that you’re the one for him, and he’ll have to do a lot to make up for what he’s putting you through right now,” Sarah says to you. The two of you were getting some after school food at the diner, mainly to talk over things that were going on between you and Jon and her and Jordan.

“I know. I just don’t want a repeat of what happened with Thomas.”

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t, if things don't play out how I’m expecting they will.” Just then, Jordan and Jonathan walked into the diner, making both of you go silent.

“Hey guys,” Jordan greets, sitting next to Sarah. That means Jonathan takes his place next to you. You awkwardly scoot over to give him room, and he smiles sweetly at you. You barely return the gesture.

“What were you talking about?” Jonathan asks, completely oblivious to the fact that he was hurting you.

“Oh nothing. Just something that happened with a couple people, before you guys moved here,” Sarah covers. You give her a thankful look and go back to eating your food.

The following school day was when everything fell apart.

You were standing at your locker, switching out the books you needed, throwing your jacket in it, grabbing the notebooks you needed for your remaining classes. But Jonathan’s voice makes you turn around.

You look to your left and see that he’s chasing after none other than Tegan. You scoff and watch the scene play out, though you can’t exactly hear what they’re talking about. The only thing you can see is the back of Jonathan’s head, and Tegan. Her expression says everything, though.

She says a couple more things before turning around and walking with her friends again. Jonathan stands there for a few seconds, watching her leave, then he turns around, immediately making eye contact with you. Instead of looking away, you stare at him with a cold glare, and he knows why you’re upset.

He led you on, making you think he likes you, taking you on countless dates, supporting your biggest passion and being your biggest fan at all your concerts. He probably did like you, but he definitely hadn’t shown it in a while. But him asking Tegan out was the breaking point.

He stopped in his tracks upon seeing the heartbroken look in your eyes.

“(Y/N), listen, I-”

“I don’t want to listen to you. In fact, I never wanna talk to you again,” you calmly say, slamming your locker shut and pushing past him.

Sure, you were thankful that Tegan turned him down, but the fact that he asked her out anyway broke you really bad.

The rest of the day was a drag, and as usual, you and Sarah head to the diner after school.

“I’m sorry, babe,” she comforts you after you tell her everything that happened. “He’ll soon realize he messed up and come crawling back to you. But like I said, he’s gonna have to do a ton of making up. I’m talking flowers, chocolates, endless dates in which he pays for every single meal, going to all your orchestra concerts again, bowing down to you every minute, hiring a skywriter.” She goes on and on with a bunch of things, making you laugh for the first time in hours.

“I’m really glad to have a friend like you,” you tell her once you calm down. “Boys are dumb anyways.” She goes to respond, but her expression drops to a frown as she stares behind you.

“Boys are dumb. And I have been incredibly stupid.”

Jonathan.

Your eyes fall shut, not really wanting to deal with this right now.

“Go talk with him, I’ll make sure they don’t take your food,” Sarah says. You smile thankfully and turn to stand with him. He leads you outside and to the bench that was put up in honor of his grandmother.

“Like I said, I’ve been incredibly stupid and inconsiderate of your feelings,” he begins. You scoff in a sarcastic manner, not daring to look at him yet.

“Inconsiderate isn’t the right word. You completely led me on to think that you liked me, that you cared for me and supported me. Then one second, when Tegan speaks less than ten words to you, you suddenly fall for her and forget about me.”

“I know it looks like that but it’s…”

“It’s what, Jonathan? Because it’s exactly like that!” You finally turn towards him. Tears were in his eyes. He knew he fucked up.

“I did fall for her, but only because she reminded me of my ex. In that one instance she talked to me, it felt like Eliza was here. And not having talked to you in a few days, that got to my head.”

“So you miss your ex-girlfriend?”

“I mean, yeah, in some cases. We were together a year before I moved here, and she broke up with me over text. I haven’t really gotten closure from it, so when it clicked in my mind that she sounds a lot like her, and acted like her in a few seconds, I ran with it. And I was so stupid for thinking she would even like me back.”

“You are. She’s too picky about who she dates. You have to be someone, you have to be known to date her. Otherwise she looks at you like you’re a peasant. I fucking hate her.”

“Because she treats you horribly?” You sigh and shake your head.

“She stole my boyfriend of a year and a half. When he became the star of the football team, she basically seduced him into leaving me for her. And she never let me forget it, still to this day, even though he moved away this past summer. So when Sarah told me you were interested in her and wanted to ask her out, it felt like that all over again.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” he breathes out, feeling even worse. “God, I’m so stupid.” The tears start falling down his cheeks now, realizing how big of a mess he made.

“I don’t know what you want, Jonathan. Do you still want Tegan? Do you want Eliza back? Do you even like me? Or was everything the past few months not real?” You were worried about the answer. But he is quick to reassure you.

“No, no no no. Everything was real, I promise. All those late night talks we had on the phone, I really enjoyed. I learned so much about you. Like how you can’t sleep in a shirt that’s any other color besides black, white, or grey. Or how you hate killer whales because they kill sharks, yet sharks kill other sharks, so you’re conflicted. I love so much about you, and everything that I said to you about how I feel and how much I like you, was real. It still is real.”

“I just...still don’t understand. If it was all real, why ask Tegan out?”

“Because I’m a teenage boy whose brain is still underdeveloped and it makes me do stupid things,” he tries to lighten the mood. “And I know I made a huge mistake, but you’re the girl I want.”

“Because Tegan shot you down and Eliza wants nothing to do with you anymore?”

“(Y/N),” he sighs, hating that you were still questioning things.

“He’s telling the truth, (Y/N),” Jordan suddenly appears in front of you two. “He came to me crying after he saw you when Tegan rejected him. He kept babbling about how horrible he felt, how the look in your eyes broke him, and how he wanted me to punch him because he deserved to be hurt for hurting you.” Your eyes widen in shock and you glance at Jonathan.

He nods sadly and shamefully looks to the ground.

“I’m not saying to forgive him now, because what he did was awful, but he’s not the worst guy, I can assure you that.”

“It’s going to take a lot for me to forgive you,” you murmur. His head shoots back up, a hopeful look in his blue eyes that were red from crying. “Sarah suggested hiring a skywriter, paying for every single dinner you take me on, lots of flowers and chocolate-”

“Which are sunflowers, roses, and daisies, and your favorite chocolate is pecan turtles,” he interrupts. You finally break into a smile; the fact he remembers your favorite things is already a start.

“I’ll do anything to gain you and your trust back. Because I truly do care for you, even if I just broke your heart. I hate myself for it and want to do anything I can to prove you’re my girl.”

“How about starting with a movie night at my house?” You suggest. “My parents are gone for the weekend so we can have the living room tv, and we can just talk over things even more and watch some films?”

“That sounds lovely,” he smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and kissing your temple. “I’ll make sure to bring flowers and chocolates.” You giggle and stand up, getting ready to go back to Sarah.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night then, after your game,” you tell him.

“Will you be there?” He stands as well, reaching out for your hand one last time.

“Of course. Gotta support my guy.”

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tetralea · 3 years

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To play a game

Pairing: dom!Tom Holland x reader

Word Count: 1.8K+

Warning: dom-sub dynamics, dirty talking, cum in panties, exhibitionism, semi-public play, vaginal sex

Summary: You are attending at an event with Tom and the both of you likes to play dirty, so you ditch your panties for the night.

A/N: So,it was inspired by a conversation veeery long ago with @we--are---not--afraid also it kind of clashes with this ask: (P.S please at least say hi, next time because I’m not writing on demand)

The event was loud and as overwhelming as ever no matter how many times you did it. The red carpet walks, the interviews, the photos, it got easier over time but never less draining. The only thing what kept you on the edge was one specific man and the hurried promise he made before you got out of the car.

‘I bet you are not bold enough do this event without your panties.’ Tom purred into your ear, his eyes and words challenging you.

This is how it happened, your hands sliding under the dress which reached around your knees to find your panties and push it into Tom’s pocket. ‘And I bet you can’t walk around with my panties in your pocket without someone noticing.’ Your little head tilt and innocent eyes earned a groan and a dangerous glint in those brown eyes, but he didn’t say a thing.

It has been an hour now at least and you felt yourself growing wet as the cool air brushed against your pussy. You knew your dress was long enough to cover you by any means, but it didn’t help your feeling of being exposed and absolutely aroused by doing all this small talk and posing while not wearing your underwear, let alone having them in Tom’s pocket. It was a dirty little secret for the two of you, which riled you up more and more by every minute.

The first time you could finally talk to him again was before the dinner when he stepped to you, his fingers lightly touching your shoulder.

‘Do you have a minute for me, darling?’

With an apologetic smile you excused yourself from the group and started to follow him through the crowded room to an empty, dark hallway, curtains hanging from each side, giving you just enough cover for now. His fingers were interlocking with yours during the walk, only letting them go when he pushed you to the wall, getting tangled in a curtain a little.

‘How are you doing lovie?’ His words were hushed, lips finding yours before you could have answered in a hungry kiss.

‘Better than you, I'd say.’ The devilish smile on your lips and the way he gave himself away so easily earned you another groan before he was back kissing you silly. It was hot and heavy with need, need building from the moment you got out of the car a few hours ago. His hard on was painfully obvious as he stepped a bit closer, his full body pressed to yours now. Sure, it explains why at least one of his hands were in his pocket. Those tight, slim pants didn’t hide his erection very well.

Between the heated sloppy kisses, Tom’s long fingers slipped under your dress. ‘Do you know how it felt watching you flirting with everyone and knowing you little pussy is bare under your pretty dress?’

It was a rhetorical question, but he didn't give you time to answer anyway, his lips were on yours, kissing you in a way it made your head spin, your small whimpers lost in his mouth. ‘Lovie, you soaked even your thighs.’ Tom cooed, when his fingers run up on your skin, to find you completely roused and wet. The sound you made then his touch, even if it was light as a feather hit your exposed pussy lips was almost feral. ‘You know, originally I wanted to finger you here and go back to fuck you later, but I don’t think I can wait for so long.’ His mumbles along with his ministrations were too much to let you form any more coherent thoughts. ‘I think there is a storage room across the hall, what do you think?’ His question was sweet as honey in sync with the way he was petting your pussy, coating his fingers in your slick, pressing into you a digit only when he touched your gaping entrance.

‘Yes.’ As embarrassing as it was this was the first and only word which come to your mind, to Tom’s amusement. He loved it, loved to make you so flustered and worked up you practically forgot how to form words and there were nothing left but those sweet noises only for him.

It felt like it wasn’t even a minute later when the door of the small room clicked behind you. Tom was immediately all over you, his hands trying to feel as much skin as you could, being desperate to finally have you. ‘Turn around, lovie.’

You did with a bit of a help, hands pressed to the hard, steel shelves, but you didn’t care. There was a bit of a pause while Tom undid his pants, a bit of a shuffling until he pushed them down till his knees, to pull himself free from his boxers. Lifting your dress with one hand and aligning his hot cock head with your entrance with the other shouldn’t have been this hot in this situation, but you couldn’t help it.

‘Tom?’ Your voice was weak and impatient, when you didn’t feel the immediate fullness, you were expecting but only the delicious stretch at your entrance. He stopped.

‘Ask for it, darling. You made me walk around with a hard cock all night, this is the least you could do to make it fair.’

The frustrated moan didn’t help, nor the almost inaudible please. ‘You know you can act like a little brat, and I could always just jerk off like this and leave you frustrated, so you better think about your next words carefully.’ With his words a sharp slap cut through the silence of the small space followed with your whimper when he slapped your ass a bit roughly.

‘Tom, please.’ You tried, but already knew it won’t cut it. He tsked with his tongue, which didn’t mean any good for you, mostly when you felt his hand slowly moving starting to gently stroke his own cock.

‘Last chance, baby girl.’ He warned and gave you another slap, his hand not speeding up yet.

The last nick name seemed to wash away all of your remaining resistance, getting the obedient little sub out of you.

‘Please, fuck me.’ Your words were so fast it was a miracle he heard them correctly.

‘What is it?’ Tom teased, leaning closer to your seemingly to hear better, pushing his thick cock half-way in during the process.

‘Please fuck me, please I need your cock!’ The words fumbled over your lips like prayer now, a shudder running down on your spine making you twitch around his cock.

‘Look at you. You must be so desperate.’ Along with the soft, slow purr he finally pushed into you fully inch by inch. The mewl you made was primal, finally feeling the fullness and weight of his cock inside of you.

‘Open up!’ It threw you off for a minute, but there was no time to think about it when he tapped on your lip, and something lace like touched them too. Tom stuffed your panties into your mouth without hesitation.

Your eyes rolled back, any of your previous resistance thrown out of the window, melting into Tom’s touch, as he fucked into you. He didn’t start slow, knowing your body enough by now, to be sure you could take it. He did slow down tho after a few minutes, to pull you closer, to pepper sweet kisses onto your neck, to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. ‘Such a good girl for me.’ Tom cooed and bit your earlobe, before letting you go and starting to thrust hard and fast again.

With your sounds muffled by your panties, lips and jaw stretching around them, eyes shut as you got lost in your pleasure, until you felt your high approaching. Your fingers left the selves which were warm under your palms now, to tap in his wrist twice.

‘Oh, baby girl, look how good you can be. Are you there? Are you asking for my permission?’ His words were surprisingly coherent compared to the state he was. You felt his thrust becoming sloppy, his grip on your body tightening, his pants and moans becoming more breathy, he was also close.

The answer for his question was a frantic nodding and a desperate cry trying to hold it.

‘Good girl. You can come on my command when I hit zero.’ With that Tom started to count down from ten, making it almost the longest ten seconds of your life because he didn’t slow down, he was taking you with the same strength and speed as before, making it especially hard for you to hold back your orgasm. Now you were grateful for the small ruined piece of fabric in your mouth to hold back your desperate cries, moans and whimpers, because you were on the edge, your whole body shaking during those ten seconds.

‘One, almost there.’ Tom’s voice was equally breathless and wretched. ‘Zero. Come baby girl, come on my cock. Come on.’

To the permission and encouragement, you started coming immediately without even fully registering it. It took a few seconds to really reach your peak. Your mouth opened to a silent O while your body shook and convulsed under the force of your orgasm. The small, wet hole tightening around Tom and the unmistakable signs of your orgasm pushed him over too, his cock twitching and oozing his thick, warm cum into you.

When it was over, he pulled out carefully, being aware of just how sensitive he made you. The small kisses on your shoulders sending shudders down on your arms, your eyes still closed, enjoying his closeness. He took your panties out of your mouth reaching down to use them to clean your thighs a little.

‘Did you enjoy it?’ He asked, his lips finally finding yours for a soft, loving kiss. ‘This is what you had in mind?’

‘Yeah, yeah thank you.’

‘Good, because otherwise you would be so punished at home for sticking this into my pocket. I was so fucking hard all night, darling.’ Tom softly schooled you while he turned you around trying to re arrange the both of you to a presentable state.

‘I know and it got me so wet.’ Your tired giggle was an obvious sign of your satisfied state.

‘Yeah?’ Tom looked at you with amusement. ‘Good, because you will wear a fresh pair now, right? And I know I’ll get hard again eventually, because you are running around with my cum in your pussy eventually dripping out of you and leaving a visible wet patch on your panties with all these very important people around us.’ As he talked you pulled out that fresh pair from your purse, he helped you to put it on, his fingers pressing the material to your entrance firmly. ‘Let’s go and enjoy the party while my hands are out of my pocket.’

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