#and yeah he played tennis with me after i asked him if he wanted and he also always offers me his help
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pairings: charles leclerc x driver!reader // lando norris x driver!reader // george russell x driver!reader // alex albon x driver!reader
warnings: theft. swearing. talks about sexuality and a sexual reference. cops.
author’s note: the idea comes from this ask that someone send my lovely wife! 🥹 I changed it from a car to a camera, because I don’t want my poor baby to have her car stolen :((
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“Now that you’ve won Monaco two times in a row, you’re too good to play with us?” Alex teased the younger one as she stood on the side of the public padel court.
Y/N stuck out her tongue at him. “Not the guy in a Williams trying to come for me.”
“Auwch.” Lando said to Alex, impressed by his friend’s comeback.
“We can only play with 4 people, and I’m sure Miss Monaco would love to be umpire.” George argued, giving the young woman an expectant look.
She quickly nodded at the tall Brit, holding her hand up to her head as if she were a soldier. “Yes, sir!”
“No! She can’t be umpire! She’s gonna call all my shots out.” Lando complained, pointing at her.
“She’s not, Lando.” Charles defended her, although there was a doubtful tone to his voice.
Y/N smirked at the McLaren driver. “Well, now I will.”
“See, Charles? We’re gonna lose now.” He told his doubles partner.
“I mean- you were gonna lose anyway.” George started the healthy competitive trash talk.
“OH!” Charles and Lando loudly chorused, pretending to be hurt by his words.
“Warm-up first, or do we just get straight into it?” Alex asked the three guys after everyone calmed down.
Charles, George and Lando glanced at one another. “Just get straight into it? It’s not like we’re gonna take this too seriously anyway.” George suggested, already knowing it would turn into a shit show soon.
Everyone agreed with a small chuckle, and started taking their own respective places on the court.
“Alright, who’s gonna serve?” Charles loudly asked.
“Wait! We should do it like they do in tennis! Deciding with a coin toss!” Y/N suggested.
“You have a coin?”
“I think I have one in my bag! Oh, I also have my camera with me, should we do like a before and after picture?” She snickered.
“That sounds good.” Alex stemmed in, the others nodding as well. “Yeah, I like it when I’m all sweaty and people take pictures of me.” Lando sarcastically joked.
“Basically our job.” Charles grinned.
“They should calm down on all the can-“
“HEY! THAT’S MY CAMERA!” Y/N’s shouting interrupted their small talk, their heads swiftly turning to where she was standing.
They were just about to ask for a clarification when they saw the young woman run after, what seemed, an unrecognizable man that was holding her camera.
“Y/N don’t do that!” George yelled to no avail, not wanting her to get hurt by the thief.
The quartet didn’t hesitate in grabbing their own stuff before running after their unhinged colleague- Lando also quickly took Y/N’s bag in his hands, figuring none of her other stuff should be stolen too.
The five of them watched in frustration as the mysterious man climbed into a car that drove away at high speed.
“We have to go after him!” Y/N yelled, agony on her face at the potential loss of the device. “Did someone come by car?”
Alex, Charles and George shook their heads, while Lando nervously glanced at his friend. “Uh, I did.”
“Norris, please?” She begged, growing more impatient by the second.
“Can’t you just by a new one? It’s really dang-“
“It’s the camera that you bought for me!” Y/N admitted, hoping it would convince the Brit to chase them down.
Fortunately, it worked. “Alright, let’s go.”
“Do all of us go or…?” Alex hesitated following the two youngest ones.
“Yes, Albono! The more, the better! We can ambush them!” Y/N loudly answered, resulting in the whole group following Lando to his car.
There was a collective disappointment as they made it to his car, not expecting his blue Jolly Fiat to be parked there.
Lando spoke up before anyone else could. “Look, if I had known we would be doing a Fast & The Furious, I would have come with another car. Get the fuck in.”
Lando got in the driver’s seat with Y/N taking taking the seat next to him as she knew where they had sped off to.
The three others were about to step in, but quickly found out that there were only 2 seats in the back. “Uh, someone is gonna have to stay behind.” George noted.
“Oh, no, someone can just sit on someone else, it’s fine, I’ve done it before.” Lando assured them.
Alex, Charles and George gave each other a nervous glance. “Uh, so who-“
“Come on, ladies! Get it before those assholes see all the ugly pictures I’ve taken of you guys.” Y/N’s words shut them up and they cramped into the backseats, Alex somehow ending on George’s lap.
“Let’s catch some thieves!” Lando shouted out, although the speed of his Jolly made the moment anti-climactic.
Meanwhile Y/N instructed Lando on where to go, Alex suggested someone call the police- which Charles decided to do since he had the best knowledge of the French language amongst the three of them.
“Why does this thing go so slow?” George criticized the car, a judging look on his face.
“They took inspiration from the Mercedes.” Lando bit back, not appreciating the slander of his car.
Alex, and Y/N snickered at the comment. “More like from Williams.” The youngest corrected.
“Hey, that’s enough!” Alex defended his team.
The attention went from Alex to Charles as he hung up the phone. “They’re gonna dispatch a team, and advised us to respect the rules of the road.”
“Fuck the rules, I want my camera back.” Y/N said, yelling at Lando as he almost went the wrong way.
“You’re not being a good navigator right now!” He screamed back.
She groaned at him. “I’m literally pointing at where you’re supposed to go!”
“You’re not pointing good enough!” The two 23 year-olds start bickering back-and-forth with one another, much to the dismay of the other three men in the small car.
“Why are they always like this?” Alex whispered to George and Charles.
The both of them shrugged their shoulders. “Unresolved sexual frustrations is my guess,” he mumbled, “at least on Lando’s part, I’m still not sure what Y/N is.”
The Williams and Ferrari driver snickered at George’s answer, somehow understanding what he was referring to.
“Are you gossiping about me, Russell?” Y/N suddenly turned around in her seat, catching the Brit off-guard.
He merely shook his head, his eyes widened.
“Good, you wouldn’t want the others to know what you’ve been up to.” Despite the sweet smile on her face, the threatening tone to her words made the Mercedes driver feel uneasy.
“THERE!” Y/N’s loud voice made the entire car flinch, Lando momentarily letting go of his steering wheel.
“Y/N ARE YOU CRAZY? WE COULD HAVE CRASHED!” Alex scolded the young woman, almost falling out of the car as he was still seated on George’s lap.
“I’m sorry, Albono,” she smiled sheepishly, “but look, the police stopped them.”
The four men in the car let out a collective sigh of relief, glad their adventure was over.
Lando parked the car on the side of the road, behind the thieves’ getaway car. They could see a cop walking over to them.
“You called?” He asked in French, glancing at the five of them.
The drivers shamelessly looked at Charles, the man internally rolled his eyes at them, but he answered his questions.
After some questions back-and-forth, Charles pointed at the woman in the passenger’s seat.
“Y-your camera?” The cop asked in a heavy French accent.
Y/N nodded her head, a polite smile present. “Yes.”
“Would you, uh, mind filling out a little paperwork in the combi? You’ll get your camera back as well and can check if there’s any damage.”
“Sure, no problem.” She gave her colleagues a smile, and made her way towards the large cop car.
The four drivers remained quiet as the cop didn’t follow Y/N, instead lingering around Lando’s car. “It’s a Jolly?” He asked.
“Yes!” Lando answered, cringing at his over-polite voice.
“Aren’t those for just four people…” The man gave the four of them a stern glance, raising an eyebrow.
They awkwardly chuckled, not knowing what to properly answer. “Uh, well, you know, our friend, she, uh-“
“I’ll let it slide, this one time only!” The cop raised his index finger, indicating this would be the one and only time he’ll let them get away with it. “And don’t speed around. I know you guys are Formula One drivers, but you also have to respect the rules.”
“Yeah, we will. Thank you so much.” George thanked him in name of everyone.
Y/N came walking back to the car, a happy look on her face as she had her camera back. “It’s not damaged!” She excitedly told them.
“That’s great, Y/N.” Lando was relieved his present for her hadn’t been broken.
“You guys are free to leave, but next time I’ll have to give you a fine, alright?” The cop reminded them one more time.
“It won’t happen again, thank you so much.” The group of five chorused several sayings of gratitude, before driving back to the sports center.
“Well, that’s going to be a fun story.” Charles snickered, dimples on display.
The others laughed, only then realizing how bizarre this whole situation was. “I don’t think people are even going to believe this.” George noted.
“Oh my god…” Y/N mumbled.
The heads of her four friends turned towards her. “What is it? Is something wrong with the camera?” Lando asked, concerned about the device.
“Those fuckers took a selfie with it!” She exclaimed, disbelief written all over her face.
“What?!”
“Look at this,” she handed it to the three guys in the back, the small screen showing the two men in their getaway car, “who fucking does that?”
“Well, at least we have proof now…”
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kinktober !
kink: crossdressing
pairing: lee felix x fem!reader
wc: 1.8k
crossdressing: wearing clothing typical of the opposite sex.
"How about this one?"
You turned back to Felix, twirling in the mini-skirt you'd bought earlier that day.
"Mm. I like that one."
Felix usually loved your little fashion shows after a shopping spree. The tent in his pants proved that he was enjoying this one, to a degree, but there was a dull look in his eyes and a pout on his plump pink lips.
You bent over, meeting his eye level. "C'mon, Lix. What's the matter? Do you wanna see my tits?"
"Yeah."
His cheeks went pink when you lifted your shirt, but he still didn't perk up. This was bad. Your tits usually fixed everything. You climbed atop him, straddling his lap and squeezing his cheeks. "Spill. What is it?"
He sighed, looking away. "I don't know. I'm just jealous, I guess. You get all these pretty clothes, and pretty underwear and lingerie… Sometimes I wanna be dressed up all nice, y'know?"
You couldn't help but smile. "Aww, Lixie, is that all? Why didn't you say something sooner?"
"You don't think it's weird?" he asked, the tips of his ears turning red.
You shook your head at him. "Wait right here, okay? I'm gonna find some things for you to try on."
Grinning to yourself, you hurried to your closet. Truth being told, you'd been waiting for a chance to play dress-up with your boyfriend for a long time. He was such a pretty boy with such beautiful features. He deserved to be dolled up.
You turned back to him minutes later, after having resisted the urge to toss every pink or lacy item you found in your closet and drawers across the room at him. You had just a few items bundled in your arms.
Felix looked at you, eyes wide. You could tell he was pleased, but also a little overwhelmed. "Can I have a minute to look through everything?" he asked.
"Of course, angel. Let me know when you want me to come back, okay?"
You were practically vibrating as you waited, pacing backwards and forwards, unable to contain your excitement. You couldn't help but picture him, his cock pitching a tent beneath a skirt, precum leaking and staining the fabric.
"Hey," you heard Felix's voice from behind the door, after what felt like forever. "Can you help me?"
You pushed open the door. He was standing at your vanity, facing away from you, though the show he was giving you from the back was delicious enough. He'd dressed himself in a very short pastel pink tennis skirt that you hadn't worn in forever, and quite frankly had forgotten you owned, paired with your white thigh-high socks. He'd put on a white lace bralette, stretched a little across his slightly broader frame.
Felix turned around. "Could you help me with…" He trailed off, seeing your astounded expression. "What? Do I look okay?"
"Holy fuck, Lixie. You look perfect."
His pretty pink nipples peeking out through the lace bralette, his bulge swelling out beneath the skirt - it was a fucking glorious sight.
He smiled, his whole face lighting up at your praise. "Yeah? Do I look pretty?"
"So fucking pretty, baby." You closed in on him, backing him against the vanity. One hand went to his waist, thumb stroking his hip bones where they peaked out from the waistband of the skirt. Your other ghosted up the skirt, going to rest on his upper thigh.
"I-I was just gonna ask…" His voice was barely above a whisper, a rosy blush dusting his cheeks. His tongue swiped across his lips, a clear sign that he was feeling a little flustered at your reaction. "Was gonna ask if you could do my make-up… put some of these in my hair…"
You looked down at the butterfly clips and lip gloss on the desk, briefly considering them. He would look so sweet. But you didn't know if you could hold yourself back. No, the accessories would have to wait for next time.
"Go get on the bed, princess."
Felix squeaked, complying immediately, jumping onto the bed. The skirt rose up as he did so, revealing further lace beneath…
You raised an eyebrow at him. "Lee Felix, are you wearing my panties?"
His eyes flickered up to meet yours nervously. "Is that okay?"
"More than okay." You nodded. "Lixie, you look so pretty in that skirt but I want it off. Now."
His fingers went to the zip, tugging it down over his hips and onto the floor. Your breath hitched at the sight - you could feel yourself growing wetter by the second. He'd picked out one of your more ornate items, a lacy white pair of panties which complimented the bralette perfectly. His dick was straining through the material, twitching lightly.
You felt breathless, on fire with arousal. You pushed him back against the bed, forcing him down with two fingers against his shoulder. He looked up at you, slightly startled, leaning back on his elbows, as you climbed atop him. Your own skirt rode up your thighs, the wetness on the crotch of your panties lining up perfectly with his dick. You ground down, both of you sighing at the friction. You both moaned when your lips crashed against his, your tongue slipping into his mouth.
When you pulled away, Felix looked like he was about to explode - he looked just as turned on as you felt. You thrusted against him hard, fighting for the friction between your clit and his dick. God, you were like horny teenagers all over again - both so fucked out and he hadn't even entered you yet.
"Can we fuck?" Felix asked, his voice raspy. "Please, I need your pussy so bad."
You caressed his cheek gently, and he leaned into your touch. "Of course. Anything for my pretty boy."
Begrudgingly, you lifted yourself from Felix, kneeling as you straddled him. You lifted the panties, unsheathing his penis and letting them rest at the base of his shaft. The lace adorned his balls, cradling them like precious stones. Your fingers danced across them, enticing a moan from Felix.
"The lace feels so good," he mewled.
"Yeah, baby? Your balls look so pretty, all wrapped up in lace."
He looked up at you, eyes twinkling. "I have pretty balls?"
"Yeah, sweetheart," you said, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Give me your fingers, baby."
He held out his hand, and you took it, extending two of his dainty fingers. You brought them to your pussy, sliding them through your folds.
Felix looked up at you as though you were a shining goddess. "You're so wet. All for me?"
You smiled at him, endeared. "Yeah, baby, all for you. You look so perfect, dressed up all pretty. Driving me fucking crazy."
"Let me in your pussy - please? So wet… are you ready for me? Can I come in, please?"
You took his fingers, pushing them inside yourself. You couldn't help but gasp - you felt a slight stretch, but they slid in so easily. "That answer your question?"
Felix nodded. "Yeah - yeah, baby, fuck. You're ready. Let me in, please, please," he babbled.
You giggled at how needy he was. "Sure, honey." You gripped his dick lightly at its base, steadying it for yourself, positioning yourself just right. You inserted the tip into your pussy, ever so slowly.
"More," Felix whined. "More."
"Patience, Lixie," you chastised him gently. You began to ride him, only taking him an inch deep each time. He was whimpering beneath you, his face contorted into an expression of pure bliss. "Look at you, you can barely take this much. You'd die if I put it all in."
"Don't care," Felix insisted. "Need it!"
You raised an eyebrow at him. "Alright, sugar, if you insist." You showed him no mercy, slamming your pussy all the way down, taking his full cock inside you.
It was a sensation that stunned the both of you. You felt so full. However, your desire to overstimulate Felix was immense, and you pushed through your own feelings of overwhelm. You rocked on his dick, grinding your hips down into his with each bounce.
Your hands laid on Felix's chest while you rode him, hands cupping his lace-clad pecks. His nipples were pert, poking into your palms. You couldn't help but grin devilishly as you took them both between your fingers, pinching them gently. Then not-so-gently.
Felix let out a strangled whine. His eyes were watery, his expression far-gone. Honestly, he looked like he could cum at any second. Truth be told, you hadn't been expecting this to be a particularly long session. You knew he was only holding on for you.
"How do you feel, baby?" you asked him. Your own voice was a little choked - you were very much focusing on Felix here, but his dick was still slamming into your g-spot with every tilt of your hips, your clit rocking against his skin every time you brought yourself down.
"I feel so pretty," Felix whispered.
"You look pretty, Lixie." You stroked his cheek gently, and he leaned into your touch, kissing your palm. "My pretty little princess."
"Yeah, fuck - I wanna be your princess! Fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna - I can't hold it back!"
"It's okay, darling," you assured him gently. "Cum for me, baby, give me all your cum."
"Gonna fill you up! Gonna - Y/N!"
"That's it, baby, there you go," you encouraged him, continuing to ride his cock as he came.
Felix was incoherent, whining and moaning so sweetly for you. You were sure the neighbours could hear - the whole street, probably. Though you didn't care, and you doubt Felix did either. The two of you had the best sex life potentially in the whole world, and you didn't care who knew.
"Baby, baby - fuck, can't take much more," Felix whimpered.
"Just a little more, honey," you urged him, continuing to fuck yourself on his oversensitive dick, torturing him the way you knew he loved. "You can take it, I know you can."
Felix threw his head back with a whine, a single tear spilling down his cheek. You smiled down at him. He looked so sweet when he was all fucked out. You halted your riding, lifting yourself and letting his poor abused dick fall out of your cunt.
You stayed, kneeling as you straddled him, watching as a drop of his cum trickled out of you, splashing onto Felix's abdomen. Felix raised his arms weakly, hands cupping your ass as he watched his cum drizzle out of you. He squeezed your cheeks and you jolted a little, causing the cum to splash across his chest, painting both Felix and the bralette. It was a work of art; droplets of cum clinging to the lace like dewdrops on a spiderweb, oozing through and decorating Felix's tanned skin.
"You look so pretty covered in cum," you complimented him, running a hand through his hair, damp with sweat.
Felix pouted. "Got your top all messy, though."
"It'll wash out," you reassured him. "Plus, I think it's your top now. You look better in it than I ever did."
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easiest conversation ⋆ carlos sainz
pairing: carlos sainz x fem!oc (named Angelique)
tropes: strangers to lovers
summary: carlos and angelique sat next to each other in a tennis match in monaco, leading to an endless conversation.
a/n: english is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes and poor storytelling. maybe a part 2 if you like it?
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Everybody was focused on Carlos' future in Formula 1, he tried so hard to not be worried about it, but every thing he does, the media somehow made it about his career as a driver. So, at the end, he couldn't do anything except being worried too. Many what ifs were in his mind anytime he thought about it.
The past weekend wete the Masters of Montecarlo, a tennis match, and taking advantage of the fact that he was in the city and most of he's teammates were also watching it, he attended as well.
Carlos didn't have the opportunity to talk to any of them, they were seated in different places in the public. Either way, seeing George, Charles and even Lando with their partners made him feel a little bit more miserable than he already felt. No seat and no girlfriend, that's not a very cool situation to be involved.
And there's even more, he doesn't even know a shit about tennis. He played paddel a few times with Lando, but tennis? He had no idea. So he just sat there, gasping when other people gasp and checking his phone once in a while.
"You seem lost," someone said.
Carlos lifts his head that exact moment, connecting looks with a light brunette that was looking at him above her sunglasses.
"Are you talking to me?" he asked, totally confused. Since when that woman was sitting by his side?.
"Yes. You look bored, maybe you just need someone to explain tennis in a cool way," she smiled. A beautiful smile.
Carlos also smiled a bit, in a weird way. Sometimes he forgots that there's people who can effortlesly talk to strangers in a cool and mysterious way. This woman was one of them.
"Yeah, sure. If you can,"
"If I can?" she seemed dramaticly offended. "You don't think a woman can explain tennis to you, man?"
"Oh, no, no, no. I didn't mean it in that way," he said quickly. "Please, go ahead."
She smiled and started explaining all about tennis in the most interesting and funny way possible.
"How do you know so much about tennis?" he asked.
"Well, I'm a tennis player," she explain. "I thought it was obvious."
Carlos noded a bit, noticing a few mobile phones and cameras pointing at them. He didn't realised it until now, and now he was wondering how many pictures and videos of him and that woman would be around the media.
"Uh, well... I mean, I have no idea about tennis," he said, nervously.
"Yeah, I could tell that," she laughed and she infected Carlos with the laughter. "I'm Angelique, by the way."
"Beautiful name. I'm Carlos," they shaked hands with smiles in their faces. He saw some redness on Angelique face after he complimented her. "So you are a tennis player?"
"Yeah." she simply answered.
"Are you good?" Carlos didn't want the conversation to die.
"I try to be," she said. "I'm fifth in the Women's Tennis Association, I don't know if that's enough for you."
Angelique pursed her lips, making a funny face that made Carlos smiled.
"That sounds really good," he said, truly impressed. They were both athletes, maybe that's why it feels so easy to talk to her.
"What about you?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"I'm a race driver,"
Angelique raised even more her eyebrows and wide-opened her eyes "Ok, that is so fucking cool!" she remarked. "Which team do you drive for?"
"Ferrari, but..."
"No way! That's even cooler!" she boasted. "I mean, I have no idea about Formula 1. But Ferrari? That is cool guy material, undoubtedly"
Carlos was too invested in Angelique's voice and eyebrow game that wasn't able to tell her that he isn't staying in Ferrari for too long. But they've just met, and being unemployed isn't something to say to someone right off the bat.
He realised that it was the first conversation in a while that he didn't have to mention anything about his future in Formula 1, another reason of him being this comfortable around Angelique.
"And, how did you became a tennis player?" Carlos asked, leaning a little bit to her.
Now, she was focusing on the ball and the movements of the players.
"My brother used to use me as a ball picker when he played tennis, then he broke his arm and I kept his racket," she explained without divert her eyes from the field.
"He stopped playing tennis after that?"
"Well, yes. When he could come back, he was too old and unexperience to achieve something," she said. "But he wasn't very good anyways."
They both laughed and Angelique take off her sunglasses so she could see Carlos better.
"Have you won something in tennis?" he curiously asked.
"Yeah, of course. Matchs and all those things,"
"Have you beaten Serena Williams?" he wondered, with a smirk.
"Not yet," she admited. "But I've won against people who beat Serena."
She smiled proudly. The match was about to end, and none of them were paying attention to it.
"Okey, that's pretty awesome," he said.
She crossed her legs and accomodated her long brown hair to one side, which left Carlos eyeing her in a romantic way.
"And you? How someone decides that he wants to drive really fast cars?"
"My father has been involved in motorsports for a long time,"
"It's always a family thing, don't you think?" she said. "It is hard to find someone who started in sports by themselves."
"It is!" Carlos agreed with her.
He was going to say something else, but they announce the end of the match, everybody standed up to give an applause. Both of them copied the rest of the people.
"Wait, who won?" Carlos asked, totally confused.
Angelique lean into him, whispering "I've no idea,"
They laughed and kept applausing. That was the end of the match and the end of their conversation. Angelique's agent rapidly came to her to take some pictures with the winner.
"Wait, wait," she insisted to her agent and then walked close to Carlos. "It was lovely talking to you, Carlos,"
"Same, Angelique. You seem an interesting person," he complimented. Carlos was willing to ask her for her number, or something.
"Are you coming to the finals tomorrow?" she asked, praying for a yes.
"I don't think so... I have a race soon in China,"
"Oh," she seemed disappointed. "Well, good luck for your race and..."
"Can I asked you for your number?" he said unexpectedly.
"Yes!" she realised that maybe she was too effusive, so she lower her tone. "I mean, yeah, sure. If you want."
Carlos laughed and Angelique did it too, in a more ashamed way. He gave her his phone so she could write her number.
"There you go," she said and her agent was already near her to leave the match. "Text me!"
Carlos laughed and waved at her, when he looked at his phone, he could do anything but laughed again. Angelique saved her as "That cute girl from the tennis match".
He wondered what was about that girl that made her so unique and easy to talk to her. Carlos didn't think about it very much, instead, he texted her right after she left the field.
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۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ ᴀ ʀᴜɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ — ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴ
ft armin, erwin, eren, jean
contains: rich boys, country club au, reader works there, black!fem!reader, petnames, semi-public sex (storage cupboards, cars etc), armin being kinda mean and possessive, degradation, impact play, daddy kink if you squint, vaginal sex, creampie, fingering, cunnilingus, sugar daddy behaviour
༄ؘ ARMIN ARLERT
is the most entitled brat you’ve ever encountered. apparently his favourite thing to do is torment you. that, and not so subtly peek at your underwear.
“whoops! my bad.” he says after hitting the ball entirely out of range. “guess tennis isn’t my strong suit. go fetch it for me, will you?” you’re glowering, eyes flicking between the abundant basket of balls loaded into the tennis ball machine next to you and his stupid, perfect, smiling face. “of course.” you grit, stomping off in the direction of his swing.
you shriek as the ice cold lemonade makes contact with your shirt. the fabric sticks to your skin as the ice cubes leave wet trails across your collar bone. “oh i’m so sorry!” the heads that have turned to witness the commotion probably eat up his fake apology. but you know better, watching his eyes trace the outline of your nipples as he shoves napkins into your cleavage, not-so-accidentally squeezing the tops of your tits. he leans in close, whispering for only you to hear. “let me help you, bunny. don’t want you walking around all wet now, do we?”
the feeling of his blunt nails grazing your scalp makes you shiver, but it’s quickly replaced by a yelp when he grabs a fistful of hair and yanks you back to face him. the force of his thrusts is rattling the shelves of the storage cupboard, the wet sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the space around you. he’s sucking deep purple bruises into your neck, snarling into your ear as he presses you further into the wall. “you like being fucked like a slut? or just acting like one?” you can only moan in response, lost in the feeling of his pretty cock pistoning into you and mildly annoyed that your cunt clenches at his words. “yeah, you like—shit—you liked parading around half naked for those guys?” that isn’t exactly how you’d describe giving a group of boys directions to the snack bar in your lifeguard uniform, but the shoving of his fingers past your lips makes you think he didn’t really expect an answer anyway. he cums without warning, spills inside of you and sinks his canines into your throat as you whimper against him. once he’s pulled out, he tugs your panties back in place to stop his seed from trickling down your thighs. he kisses the marks on your neck gently, though his tone is anything but. “don’t let it happen again, bunny. you’re mine.”
༄ؘ ERWIN SMITH
he’s a romantic at heart, can’t help but shamelessly flirt to try and sweep you off your feet. you’ve told him to stop his extravagant tipping, but he insists. you do provide excellent service after all.
“would you be a dear and grab the 7-iron?” he asks, surveying the lushness of the course from behind his sunglasses. you smile and nod enthusiastically, trotting off to retrieve the club while he admires the sway of your hips in your cute little tennis skirt. you hold it out to him, expecting him to take it and swiftly begin his game. instead, he places his large palms over your hands, “do you play?” you try not to crumble under the weight of the ocean held in his eyes, “me? i—no. never.” he hums, gesturing to the tee, “allow me.” your breath hitches when he presses up behind you, his broad frame surrounding you as his hands come to rest on top of your own, gently coaxing you to swing.
“ah, there she is!” he spots you just as you’re exiting the back room back onto the floor, and his heart swells at the sight of the little diamond sitting in the centre of your clavicle. his little diamond. “why don’t you come and join me, darling? i could use a little luck it seems.” you practically skip over to him, perching yourself in his lap while looking over the hand he was dealt and the cards scattered across the table. you end up more focused on the game than him; he’s far more occupied with brushing the curls away from your neck, admiring the contrast of your skin to the pale silver of the chain and pressing a kiss to your nape.
“i told you, ‘s not fair on—oh fuck—on the others! y-you needa stop tipping like that, erwin.” you try and sound firm, but it fails miserably when your voice raises an octave on the last syllable of his name. the heat from your skin and your hurried breaths have fogged up the windows of his ridiculously expensive car as erwin eats your pussy like it’s what he was fucking born to do. he raises his head from between your legs, thick brows furrowed and chin dripping with your essence, his mouth opening to protest before you cut him off. “i’m serious.” you say, reaching down to brush the blonde locks from his forehead. he sighs, absentmindedly peppering kisses to your inner thigh. “fine. if you let me take you to dinner when i’m done here.” you open your mouth to answer, but it morphs into a groan in your throat when he presses the flat of his tongue to your clit. “y-yes! yeah fine, fine just—oh god—touch me please.” and he’s more than happy to oblige, sucking your swollen clit into his mouth and selfishly slipping a finger past your entrance in the hopes that your date could come just a little faster.
༄ؘ EREN JAEGER
isn’t exactly… the county clubs demographic. still, it doesn’t seem to stop him from walking around like he owns the place (which might be half true, you’re pretty sure his father has shares in the company).
your first thought is that the cherry red paint job and rumbling engine of his vintage mustang is more than a little obnoxious. it’s also your second thought when you take in his outfit as he steps out of the car: faded jeans and a leather jacket, with thick silver rings and shoulder length hair that’s haphazardly pulled up. your stuck up colleague frowns and addresses him, “uh, excuse me sir but i’m afraid there’s a fairly strict dress code.” you roll your eyes from your place at the valet stand, but don’t interfere. eren barely looks up from his phone, fishing a wad of notes from his back pocket. “how ‘bout i pay you to shut up and mind your fuckin’ business?” the snort that escapes you is involuntary, and you try desperately to cover it with a cough that neither men are convinced by. erens sharp eyes snap up to you, winking as he tosses you his keys and strolls inside.
“help! help i’m drowning! can’t—can’t swim—” you’re standing by the edge of the pool looking down at him completely unimpressed as he flails about in the shallow end. you quirk a brow and he stills, pouting. “what kind of lifeguard are you? i coulda really been dying…” scoffing, you turn to leave when his fingers wrap around your ankle and your heart drops. water rushes pash your ears as you’re dragged into the pool, kicking to the surface and hacking out your lungs. “what the fuck?!” you’re seething, screaming about your hair and scowling at him while he laughs until his sides hurt. once he starts to feel a little guilty, he cuts off your words, kissing away the chlorine from your lips and promising to make it up to you.
“that’s it, baby.” he groans, grip tightening on your hips to slam you down onto his cock. you’re still not used to his thickness, his blunt tip pressing against your soft cluster of nerves with no effort at all. “fuuck you look so pretty riding my dick. should take t’day off so you can sit on it all fuckin’ day.” he mutters into your sternum, busy trailing wet kisses to your tits and delivering harsh slaps to the meat of your ass. the sting from the cool metal of his rings has you reeling, pinpricks of pain melting into pleasure with each thrust of his hips. “or better yet,” he continues, “quit altogether so i can fuck you whenever i want.” you laugh breathlessly, nails digging into his chest as you bounce on his cock in the drivers seat of his mustang. “you already do that anyway. besides, c-can’t all live off of daddy’s money can we?” he loves that you’re still so sharp, even when you’re starting to drool from gushing around his cock. “that so? you want daddy to pay your shift, pretty girl? or you like fuckin’ me on the clock?” he gets distracted with the sloppy press of your mouth to his, by the lewd sounds of your perfect fucking cunt squelching with the final few lifts of his hips. but once he regains his focus he deposits 100 into your account (more than what you earn per shift, you berate) and tells you to call in sick. “i’m nowhere near done with you.”
༄ؘ JEAN KIRSTEIN
bless his heart he is a babbling, blushing mess around you :( he’s so easy to tease, but you mean well because he really is adorable.
he knows you’re busy when you’re working, so he tries not to hover or pester you too much (you wouldn’t mind in the slightest). but he sends things over to you all throughout your shift. you look a little flustered? he’ll send a drink over. lunch break still hours away? maybe you could use some snacks. “jean, you know i get snack privileges, right? and…unlimited drinks? like all day?” he did not know that. “of course i know that. you’re just… busy is all. less stress if i get them for you.” you hum, pretending not to see the pink that spreads across his cheeks.
“hey, so..wouldyouwannagettogetherafterworksometime?” you stop in your tracks, freezing your motions of putting your bag over your shoulder and dramatically sucking in air through your teeth. “that’s kinda an abuse of power don’t you think?” his dreamy hazel eyes are wide and you instantly have to bite your lip to stop laughter bursting out of you. “oh—oh my god, i’m so sorry i—i didn’t—” you’re grinning as you slink next to him, “i mean what’s an innocent employee of this fine establishment to do?” you drawl, boldly linking your hands together. “you’re— you’re joking.” he breaths, the fear trickling down his spine quickly replaced with relief. “yes. and i’d love to. if the offers still on the table after that.”
jean’s counting the number of paddle boards in the dim light of the pool supply shed when you come bustling through the door, breathless and gorgeous and his. his lips are on yours before words can manifest, running his hands down to your waist and pulling you close. “only have… 15 minutes.” you manage between heated kisses, and he hums, breaking the string of saliva that tethers your mouths when he drops to his knees. he’s sliding your shorts and panties down your legs and already looking at your centre greedily, but still you feel guilty. “wait, wait what about you? are you sure?” he looks up at you incredulously, already palming his erection at the lusty scent of your arousal. “are you kidding? gimme 10.” and when he plunges his tongue into the silky depths of your cunt, you can’t find it in you to protest. (he manages to tear the thin line of tissue under his tongue in his eagerness, but he seems perfectly content when you cum in 8 minutes).
a/n: this is a cry for help, sugar daddies hmu
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Iga just lost 🥲 😭can you write something about that with harry? Xx
pairing: Harry Styles x tennis player!reader (she, her)
summary: YN lost at Wimbledon but Harry is still proud of her.
word count: 0,9k
a/n: had a few heart attacks while watching the match, not gonna lie. here is something that i wished i got after losing a match. i hope you like it, and thank you for requesting!
masterlist (with more of the tennis player!reader) ask, request
“So how does it feel to defeat the No. 1 player at the moment?”
Even though YN was already on her way to the changing room, she could still hear the interviewer. Defeat. Losing. Bad match. Problems. Mental blockade. Those were the sentences she heard during the past two minutes. Her face was stoic, as always. No one could know what was happening under the mask she had put on during the match. No emotions showing (which of course bothered some of the tennis enthusiasts). But just a few more steps and she would be able to let it all out, alone.
After closing the door and settling down her equipment, YN sat down on one of the benches and cried. It had been a long time since she felt this beaten and powerless. Nothing worked. And the more she tried to repair it, just like she had practiced, the more mistakes appeared.
“Get it together,” she sobbed under her breath, wiping off the tears. But they didn’t stop coming. Her face was once again covered in salty rivers.
In all her sobbing and sniffing, she didn’t hear the knocks and then opening of the doors. Only when someone sat down next to her and began embracing her, she was like back to reality. It didn’t take much to recognise the person disrupting her. His smell and the way he wanted to hold her was self explanatory.
“Hi, gorgeous,” he welcomed her, squeezing her tightly to his chest.
YN didn’t trust her voice, in the answer she hugged Harry’s waist and put her head over his heart. The beating of it, usually able to calm her down.
“Shhh.” He tried. “It’s all right. You’re not alone.”
“I’m sorry.” Her usually delicate voice, now even more quiet and fragile.
“What are you sorry for, my love, hmm?”
She took a deep, shaky breath in. “Losing. I know it’s one of the few times you see my play live. And- and we’re also in London, which you love. And-”
“Hey, hey, hey. Stop it. Stop.” Harry interrupted her immediately with a very serious tone. “None of it. Can you please look at me?”
“I don’t think I want to. I’m ashamed.”
Harry’s heart was breaking. Watching the whole match he saw how she was struggling with even her best moves. He watched her come back from losing in the second set and prolonging her time on the Wembley court. He couldn’t have been more proud. She overcame so much during this match. Yet, the outcome, he knew, wasn’t what she wanted to achieve.
“Please, YN.”
Reluctantly, YN looked up. Her puffy, shiny eyes staring right back at his loving ones.
“I am so proud of you.” Harry’s hand was stroking her cheek, drying it from tears. “Everything you’ve accomplished this year is extraordinary. The person and player you’ve become is worth hours of anybody's free time to listen to and appreciate. The path you are on, all the obstacles you’ve left behind, conquered. What happened today is a part of that path. Losing is a human thing, It's part of your career. The greatest tennis players lost some tournaments. Yeah?”
YN nodded her head, now seemingly less shaken up.
“I am proud of you. What you did today was extraordinary. No, don’t look at me like that. I’m telling the truth,” he scolded her, making her look at him by putting two fingers under her chin and directing her face towards his. “You’ve reached the quarterfinals at one of the most respected tournaments in the World. It’s huge. You're a three time Roland Garros champion, an US Open champion as well. You are the No. 1 tennis player in the world. But you know who you also are?”
YN, now looking at Harry with a hopeful and much less disappointed look, shook her head. His pep-talks would always help her. It was different from the one’s she had with her psychologist. But both were effective in their own way. Harry’s let her believe in herself, knowing no matter what there was that one person proud of her, cheering her up. Psychologist’s, on the other hand, helped her work on the emotions she had before, during and after matches, and acknowledged them at the end.
“A human. You’re the most gentle and loving human I’ve ever met. You feel your ups and downs ten times stronger than anyone else. And you care for others, sometimes more than you care for yourself. I am proud of you and nothing will change that. No match, no trophy, no point. No matter what, I am proud and I love you.”
The way those tears were falling down her cheeks and onto Harry’s lap, was not ideal but preferred to the ones from half an hour ago.
“I love you, Harry. I don’t know what I would do without your support. I really don’t.”
“Oh, you would’ve a queue of guys waiting for your attention,” he joked, finally earning a laugh from YN. Sound, he could never get tired of.
“Stop it!”
“Just telling the truth.”
Harry pecked her lips, and once more hugged her body to his. Her heartbeat finally steadied just like the breath. The warmth of her skin, even though not ideal, brought her comfort. Oh, how she wished they were just laying down in their bed.
“I really am proud of you, YN.”
“I love you.”
She wasn’t cured of the disappointment she had felt since getting off court. But she was assured that there really was someone for her, against the world, against her own judgmental mind.
Harry was there.
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You just know that Anthony doesn’t want to ask Kate for any favours when he sets up his tennis academy for kids. So at the end of his summer tennis camp he’s desperately trying to find a moderately big name to hand out awards because sure, he won Wimbledon but the kids know him now. He’s not impressive.
And he’s laying there with his head on Kate’s chest like “No one will call me back. I’m going to have to resort to Simon I think. Maybe he can commentate the final session and they’ll get a kick out of it.”
Kate blinked at him, “Yeah if only you were dating the women’s no. 1, then you could just ask her.”
Anthony sighed, “I don’t want you to feel like I’m with you for… clout.”
Kate rolled her eyes, “Well part of being partners is supporting one another’s ventures. We win together we lose together right?”
And Anthony has to admit he doesn’t really care what anyone who catches wind of it might say when he sees the look on the kids’ faces after he’s been hyping up a guest for three weeks and some of the older kids have been rolling their eyes good naturedly at him. Kate makes her appearance by serving from the back of the stands into the service box and the kids turn to look who it was and he could swear the cheers of excitement could have been heard 4kms away.
She’s there for the entire day and about 90 minutes after the class ends signing all their things. Taking pictures with the kids, with their parents. Each of them have had a chance to play a game with Kate Sharma and Anthony has to close off registration for his summer classes in October because not only are kids getting instruction from a Wimbledon Champion but sometimes Kate Sharma is there?! The parents think they’re getting a bit of a deal actually.
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My best friends brother series; Part 3 - It all comes crashing down
Series masterlist
Outer banks masterlist
Paring(s): Rafe Cameron x fem! Kook reader.
Word count: 1.6k
Summary: it all falls apart at Wards charity event.
Warnings: alcohol use, swearing, mentions of sex, angst.
Authors Note: Thank you for all the love I have received from this series!! There will be more parts to this, so enjoy :) btw this is angsty.
A week had past since you slept with Rafe, and you had spent the time reflecting on your shitty actions. You had betrayed your best friend, and there was no justifying your actions now. There was no going back.
What hurt you the most was the lack of aftercare from Rafe. He just walked away like you were nothing. The worst part though, was that you were naive enough to think it would go down differently. You only had yourself to blame.
You spent the week doing all you could to avoid Rafe, but that would end today. Ward was throwing a charity event at the golf course to help his image. To your dismay, Sarah would not take no for an answer when she asked you to come.
So, there you stood, at the entrance to the golf club, mentally begging your heart palpitations to stop. Here goes nothing.
You make a beeline straight to the bar when you enter, needing something to take the edge off. You text Sarah that your at the bar and you tell her to meet you here.
You were about to open your mouth to tell the bartender your order, when a male voice beats you to it.
“She’ll have a vodka soda, no ice. Beer for me please”
You already knew it was Rafe, but you turned your head for confirmation anyway. He was wearing a white collared shirt and Grey trousers, with a sweater draped around his shoulders, his kook-like style on full display.
Your eyebrows furrow as your shoot him a look, one that says how the hell do you know my drink order?
“You’ve been ordering the same drink for years Y/N. I’m observant” he says.
His eyes trail up and down your figure as he studies you, admiring just how good you look in your white tennis skirt, your thighs on display for him. It took everything in him not to pick you up, throw you on top of the bar and wrap those tanned thighs around his waist.
Your agitation was growing by the second. He could pay attention enough to learn your favourite drink, but not enough to catch on to your anger towards him.
“Yeah, well, how about you observe me walking away from you, asshole” you say, turning around to get away from him.
Rafe grabs your arm, forcing you to stay put.
“Let go of me”
“What’s your problem?” He asks, a confused look splattered on his face.
“Your my problem, Rafe. I’m not doing this right now” you spit.
You wanted to yell at him, you wanted to ask how he could just fuck you like he did and then leave without a word. But you had too much pride for that.
The bartender puts your drinks down, and you take the opportunity to grab your liquid courage and retreat, making your way outside onto the course.
Eventually you find Sarah, and you put on your best poker face on to cover your bad mood, which fortunately she doesn’t question. After a couple drinks, you both decide to play some golf.
Rafe couldn’t take his eyes off you, his blue orbs filled with desire as he watches you play, paying attention to the way your skirt rises every time you take a shot. You were sticking your ass out just to tease him, and holy shit was it working.
He could feel his trousers tighten as he watched you run a hand through your hair, the summer heat getting to you. Your skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat as you took another shot, your cleavage on full display as you bent down to get another ball.
Watching the scene before him made all the anger towards you leave his body. How could he be mad when you looked like that?
Only feelings of confusion were left, he had no idea why you were so angry, and he was eager to find out.
You left Sarah on the course to use the bathroom. You wash your hands and fix your lipgloss in the mirror before heading back out. You turn the corner in the hallway, and see Rafe walking towards you.
You try to turn around and walk the other way, but he stops you, grabbing your arm and pinning you against the wall, before moving his hands to either side of your head, completely cornering you.
“Leave me alone” you protest, rolling your eyes as a gesture of resistance to his dominant action.
“Your a brat, you know that” he tuts, moving his left hand to grab your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.
“And a tease” he says lowly in your ear, the raspiness in his voice making you clench your thighs together. You were not going to submit to him, not this time.
You let out a sarcastic laugh, and Rafes jaw clenches, a serious tone now plastered on his face.
He wraps his hand round your throat, the cold metal of his rings digging into your neck.
“Drop the attitude” he says, the coldness in his words making a shiver run down your spine.
“Why? So you can fuck me again, and leave me there, naked in your fucking kitchen, like I mean nothing to you?”
The moment the words leave your plump red lips, his hand drops from your throat, his face softening as he scans your features. You were full of hurt, and he could see it.
“That’s why your angry? Y/N I-“
“I’m not angry at you Rafe, I’m angry at myself. It’s my mistake for thinking it would be different with me” you say, a pitiful smile spread across your face as you expose your vulnerable state to him.
“Of course it’s different” he says, his right hand moving from the side of your head to your cheek, cupping your soft skin.
He gave you a look that said please, please believe me. But you didn’t.
Before you could bat his hand away, your eyes flicker to a figure watching you both at the end of the hallway.
Sarah.
Being best friends with Sarah for years, you knew her like the back of your hand. She was going to kill you.
“Shit” you mutter, pushing Rafe away from you. He’s confused at first, but when he follows your eyesight and sees his sister, his eyes widen.
“I knew it! This is why you’ve been acting off these past couple weeks? Your fucking my brother?”
“Sarah, I can explain-“
“Don’t” she snaps, before storming off.
You chased after her into the car park, but she drove off before you got a chance to speak to her.
Tears streamed down your face as you plopped yourself onto the pavement, dialling Sarah’s number. The depressing sound of the ringer filling your ears as she ignores your calls.
After about 5 minutes, you decide to pull yourself together, and do what you do best, which is taking full advantage of an open bar.
Each sip of the vodka tasted better than the last, the burning sensation in your throat beginning to fade as you become number and number.
Rafe noticed your puffy eyes and red cheeks from across the room, but he couldn’t bring himself to approach you. He knew this was his fault, there was nothing he could say to fix it.
Once you decided you were drunk enough, you stumbled your way through the crowds of people, wanting to go home.
“Y/N, how much have you had to drink?” A male voice says, and you realise you accidentally walked into Rafe.
You ignore him, trying to push past his figure. Unfortunately, he was much stronger than you.
Before you could comprehend what was happening, he was picking you up bridal style and carrying you into the car park.
“What are you doing” you slur.
“I’m taking you home”
Too intoxicated to fight back, you let him put you down and guide you into his passenger seat, doing your seatbelt up for you and shutting the door before walking round to the drivers seat.
The ride home was silent, your head resting on the window as you ponder the dramatic events that occurred tonight.
Rafe was racking his brain for the right thing to say, his mouth opening and closing constantly like a gulping fish. Before he could decide on a sentence, we arrived at your house.
You undo your seatbelt as he drives us up the gravel driveway, eager to get out as soon as possible.
“I know this is my fault” Rafe starts, his finger tapping erratically on his leg to try and calm his nerves.
“I’m sorry. I’m going to make this right Y/N, I swear-“
“Right?” You chuckle, the coldness behind you eyes unmissable.
“All you do is hurt people Rafe. You’ve hurt me” you say quietly, staring at the windscreen infront of you. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.
“Y/N, please-“
The slamming of the car door interrupts his pathetic attempt at an apology, and you run towards your house. Your eyes well up for the second time tonight as you rummage in your purse for your keys, the tears and alcohol together making your vision blurry.
Finally, you scramble through the door, slamming it shut before putting your back against it. You slide down until your sitting on the cold marble floor, bringing your knees to your chest.
Rafe punched his steering wheel over and over, his vision blurry as his anger takes over him. His frustration is evident as he runs his hands through his hair, a string of curse words leaving his mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck” he rambles, before turning the key in the ignition and driving off into the early evening fog.
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Tennis Match
Media TMR AU
Character Newt
Couple Newt X Reader
Rating Smut
Smut Seminonconsenual / nudity / forced orgasm/ anal/ object insertion / squirting
I was a little nervous today as Teresa and I want to meet up with Minho and Newt for a game of tennis. Nervous because I wasn't very good at the game Teresa is but I'm awful. And playing against Newt wouldn't be easy, he's good and Teresa knows full well about my crush on him. And lastly, I was nervous because I left my sports bra at home and there was no way I could play tennis with my usual bra the bones would cut me to pieces so as I wondered thought in my little sports kit I was nervous everyone could see my breasts even if they couldn't but it's still a nervous fear I have. Teresa scanned us in the door with her card and we entered into the room used for tennis and changed the sign in the door to fill meaning we wouldn't be distributed by others opening the door to try and use the room.
It was small court with high walls, skylights and of course the net across it. Minho was stood fixing his hair in his blue shorts and best and newt just beside him having a drink in his orange shorts and white shirt.
"Ooohhh hi girls" Minho smiled
"Hi" she smiled widely giving Minho his hug
"Hi" I waved awkwardly
"Hey love. You okay?" Newt asks
"Yeah just worried you guys are about to destroy me"
"Aww don't worry. I'll go easy on you" he winked going to return his bottle to his bag
I sat my bag down on my side and fiddled with my racket
"Boys vs girls?" Minho suggested
"Of course" Teresa said
"I'm good with that" newt nodded
"We betting?" Minho asked
"No it always ruins it, just for fun" newt said
"Okay, girls serve first. You go y/n" Teresa said grabbing the ball and throwing it over to me I tried to catch it but missed bad dropped the ball, and my racket almost tripping over
"Sorry"
"It's fine, come on girls let's play!" Minho laughed
I did… my best.
Which basically means I came in dead last and basically messed up everytime the ball came near me so the boys made easy work of us. After a good few games I sat on the bench feeling sorry for myself as Teresa grabbed her stuff and Minho's arm
"We're off to get a sports drink, you guys wanna come?" She suggested
Which was Teresa's code for her and Minho are going to the sauna to fool around as honestly every time we came to the fitness center they did it and if may actually be where they do more physical exercise.
"We're good. I was thinking we could play a little just me and you?" Newt suggested
"Are you sure?" I asked sheepishly
"Yeah I'm sure I could give you a hand love, I'd you want that is"
"Thank you, I'd love too" I smiled
Minho and Teresa then left and I felt kinda nervous all alone with newt
"So? One on one?"
"Hummm?"
"Shall we play a game? Just the two of us?"
"Ohh yeah course sorry -"
"It's okay, give me a basic serve and we'll go from there" he says giving me the ball and heading to his own size so I did my best and actually did okay he quickly hit it back and I messed up completely and the ball hit my head
"Owww!"
"Ohh bloody hell sorry y/n"
"It's okay"
"You alright?"
"I think so"
"Okay, let's try again I'll serve this time I promise I'll be nice and gentle" he says giving a very tender serve which I could just about manage "there you go, you're doing great. Now we can get a little faster"
"Okay" I nodded nervously and almost immediately I messed up and need up flat on my butt
"Sorry"
"It's no your fault newt. I'm sorry for being such a mess up"
"Hey it's okay you just need a little more practice" he says "here" he says jumping the net and coming over to me "you should stand a little firmer" he says holding my hips moving me a little and immediately I blushed hard "don't get scared of the ball" he says still adjusting my legs, my hips, my shoulders, "hold the racket a little higher you have better control that way" he says moving his hand up from my waist to stroke my arm and move my hand
"Uhh okay" I nodded
"Don't be so tight loosen the grip a little" he says stroking my hands "see isn't that better?" He asked his breath against my ear
"Yeah, thanks newt"
"No trouble. Keep your swing loose but don't go too crazy" he says, guiding me a little "there you go, see that ball should be scared of you" he says "ohhh nooo don't hurt me y/n I'm just a cute little ball. There's no need to be scared of me" he joked making the ball give My cheek a kiss making me giggle "there, I'll serve" he says taking the ball away and pressing a little kiss to my cheek himself which immediately turned me bright red as he went back to his side and immediately I forgot everything he told me! I did my best to carry in with our game and I didn't do too bad "AHH. Okay point to you"
"Really!"
"Yep."
"Yay!" I giggled
"Your doing good, You just have to remember keep your body square" he says coming and fixing my hips again "okay? Square" he says
"Square. Okay" I nodded
"Good girl love" he smiled "and maybe don't run around so much your skirts rising up" he smirked and I almost had a heart attack as his hand moved from my hip to under my skirt and he snapped my panties
"Ohh I'm so sorry" I said quickly fixing my skirt as I blushed
"Was I complaining?" He chuckled "let's make this game a little more interesting."
"Oh?"
"Next to score a point wins"
"Okay?"
"And the looser has to play the next game with their shirt off"
"Ohh! Uhhh I don't know"
"Come in it'll be fun"
"Well… okay" I blushed and we started our next game I did my best to play as well as I could with such intense focus and I got a point "yay!"
"Alright, deals a deal" he sighed pulling his shirt off revealing his thin but tones sweaty body "yes?"
"Uhhhhh nothing!" I blushed
"Come on your serve love"
"Yeah sorry" so I did my best even if he was so much more distracting now and I wasn't doing too has until it all went wrong.
I gave the ball a firm wack and immediately noticed something was wrong as my feet returned to the floor quickly I noticed my panties had snapped and now the tightness of My thighs is all that kept them on my legs
"Yes! I win" he smirked "you okay?"
"Uhhh I can't play anymore"
"What why not? Come on I thought we were having fun?"
"we were I just… I can't play anymore" I said in panick
"What is it?" He asks getting his shirt back in and coming over "did you hurt yourself?"
"Uhhh…"
"Come on sit down" he says ushering me to the bench "is it your ankle? Did you put your weight wrong? Your leg? Did you maybe pull a muscle? Maybe a cramp?" He suggested running his hands up my legs trying to soothe me I didn't know what to say or how to respond or even his to fix this byhe moved my leg a little too much and my broken panties came rumbling down my legs and onto the floor "oh." He says and I turned bright red wanting to bury myself in the pile of mats "I didn't think I snapped them quiet that hard" he chuckled "sorry love"
"It's okay, not time fault"
"It's okay one of those things no need to be embarrassed" he says still gently stroking my legs "that nice?" He asks as he massaged my leg
"It is but there's nothing wrong with my leg newt"
"I know. I just wanted to make you feel a little better" he Cooes giving my legs a sweet massage it was really nice and did make me feel better so I relaxed a little against the bench enjoying how nice it was until I heard his sly chuckle and I looked down at him noticing he knelt on the floor massaging my leg but he was holding my leg up a little higher then he needed and thus peaking under my skirt "ummm hello"
"Newt!" I yelped pushing my skirt down to hide myself
"Sorry, I was curious" he shrugs "come on, just a little peak" he smirked moving his hands up my legs over my knees as he did he pushed my knees apart and moved himself into the space between them before his hands moved up and across my thighs under my skirt until his hands where stroking over where my panties band would have sat stroking his fingers across me without the elastic and fabric in his way "there's no reason we need to stop our game" he whispered
"But my -"
"Yeah? So what? Maybe you can use it as a distraction for me. Come on you've already been playing all this time without a bra like panties makes any difference"
"You -"
"I'm not stupid love. I know how much your tits bounce. I couldn't help getting distracted by these while we plaid." He smirked taking a hand out from under my skirt and slipping up my top to fondle my breast "uhhh fuck- uummm Plus sometimes your cute little nips poke through your shirt"
"Oh my god" I blushed trying to cover… all of me at this point
"Aww I think it's cute come on one more game then maybe we can go to the sauna and take your whole outfit off" he whispered
"I uhhhh I'd rather we just stay here*
"Yeah? Okay. One more game" he says getting up and kissing my nose before he headed to his side for one more game so I got up nervously unsure how I could play like this "how's about a deal"
"What?"
"If you beat me I'll do whatever you want me too" he winked "but if I win you have to do whatever I want you too"
"Okay" I blushed
"Good girl. Your serve" he smirked throwing me the ball so I did my best all while trying to keep concealed but he was doing gae better then me so I decided to roll my skirt up and purposely bounce around often distracting him but even so he was no match for me not when hes really trying and I quickly lost "I win"
"Okay" I sighed
"Come here love" he smirked leaning on the net so I went over "one leg over"
"Uhh okay" I blushed moving one leg over the net he then smirked and pushed my back down so I bent over
"There we go" he smirked "if you move your Hands your in big trouble" he warns so I nodded "net between your tits" he smirked so I did as he asked adjusting so the net sar between my breasts "good girl. Now feet on the floor" he ordered so I did it "good flat on the floor now and keep those legs wide for me love" he smirked so I did as he asked and he moved slightly so I couldn't see him but he clearly could see me "awww yeah hello love" he smirked slapping my ass "now you stay nice and still for me. I'm gonna play a game I've been wanting to play with you for years" he smirked he pulled my cheeks apart spreading my pussy as he did he adjusted the net so the top plastic protective part of the net now sat against my clit and pussy he smirked holding my skirt up so he could see and he grabbed the nets loops a few down and began to lift or as if curling a weight lifting, tugging and rubbing the net leaving It to mercilessly run against my most sensitive places
"Uhhhhh newt!" I whined bright red as I felt my wetness already dripping down my legs but he just kept going without mercy for a moment "uuuuuuuhhh newt please stop I'll-"
"Aww is it really that good?" He smirked and I nodded "perfect. I wanna watch you cum" he smirked speeding up his movements leaving to squeal for mercy from the overwhelming pleasure but he ignored me only ever muttering things clearly enjoying tormenting me he stopped for a moment giving me a second to breathe but he returned to his pace immediately and I felt the base of his racket push it's way inside my pussy making me squeal as he used it to fuck me all while he still moved the net by now I imagined a puddle on the floor as I was utterly soaked desperate to cum "come on love cum for me. I wanna watch you cum before I fuck you myself" he smirked getting more intense with both and I was so so close my screams uncontrollable "how about I do this?" He smirked pulling the racket out of me using the juices I had covered it in as lube as he pushed it inside analy and thrust his fingers in my pussy which was enough for me to cum squirting all over him and the net "awww good girl love" he smirked slapping my ass taking the racket away and helping me to climbing off the net even if my legs were jelly, he grabbed my ass and pulled me into his chest stating at my breasts as my shirt has ridden up too "you look so fucking good" he growled pulling me into an intense kiss "come on. You walk all the way to the sauna without panties baby I'll fuck you raw"
"Okay newt" I giggled fixing my clothes grabbing my stuff making sure to flash him as I bent over
"Go on I'll be following" he smiled slapping my ass
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A. Matthews - Open Doors
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Auston Matthews x Reader
Word Count: 3.2k
Warning(s): mention of temporarily losing a child -as in the kid ran off-, little bit of flirting, a lot of domestic fluff.
I literally just found out the other day too, that Auston’s mother is Hispanic, and that he grew up speaking primarily Spanish to his mother. <3
Proofread loosely
Requests for the reader, Hudson, and Auston can be made! It’s not a full AU, but these three can have specific/special requests!
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The doors of life open and close at odd times. One can be devastated by the loss of an opportunity, only for the next to be more promising or beneficial. I didn’t assume losing my child would have been an opportunity. Until I found him playing fetch with a man and his fluffy dog. Tossing a little tennis ball across the park and chasing after the dog as if it was a game, while the dog went to get the ball.
“Oh my god! Hudson!” I sprinted in his direction, confusing the poor kid as to why I was so concerned. He was only five, still oblivious to the cruelty of the world. I fell to my knees and hugged my son tight, his quiet giggles and attempts to push me back falling short.
“So that’s his name?” I looked up at the man, smooth skin and a faint stubble. A mustache that looked plucked from the 80’s. And a smile full of pearly white teeth. He had a hat pulled over his head, with a sports logo on it that I hadn’t been all too familiar with.
“Hudson? Yeah. Thank you so much for keeping an eye on him. I just- I took my eye off him for one second and-“ Hudson wiggled from my grasp to go tug the ball from the dog’s mouth.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay. Kids are a lot to handle sometimes. I get it.” His words led my gaze back to Hudson, watching him wrestle with a dog the same size as him.
“You have some of your own?”
“Definitely not,” the man laughed out. “But I babysit for friends sometimes.” When I looked back to him, his hand was held out in a silent offer. I took it and allowed him to help me up off the ground.
“Thank you, again. It means the most.”
“Of course.” Hudson’s laughter drew both our eyes.
“Your dog’s name?” I asked.
“Felix. Your name?” When he asked, I provided, a newfound nervous smile on my lips.
“And yours?” I added.
“Auston with an ‘O’.”
“I don’t work at Starbucks.” I teased softly.
“Yeah, but you’ll need to know how to spell it when you take my number.”
It caught me off guard. And had Auston not found and taken care of my child, I would have turned him down immediately. But considering the circumstances, and his looks, I allowed him to put his number in my phone.
A door had opened, and though I had been hesitant to walk through it, I inevitably did. I walked right into another life. Another world.
“Auston‘s on the tv!”
I was lucky enough that Hudson wanted to walk through it with me.
“Where’s he at, hun?”
“He’s on the ice! Oh! Oh!” the excitement in Hudson’s tone, supporting a guy he had such an attachment to, never ceased to warm my heart. But it also worried me. It would break Hudson if something went wrong between Auston and I. I only asked him a thousand times if he truly wanted a package deal before we got together. And even then I didn’t push any responsibilities on Auston.
We were in a relationship, and I just happened to have a child. But Hudson wasn’t his, and at some point I knew Auston would have to start advocating for the boy’s care if he truly wanted a glimpse of a future for us. But we were a mere two months into our relationship, and I wasn’t in a rush. He already did enough.
“Oh goal! Number thirty four, Auston Matthews!” When I peeked into the living room, I saw my son, standing with his arms wide open and a foot up off the floor. Mirroring the stance of Auston, who performed his signature celly on the tv.
“You better congratulate him on that goal when he gets here tonight.” I slipped back into the kitchen. Hudson smiled and nodded, and he certainly did congratulate Auston when the time came. When he came barreling through my front door with a bag in hand and dressed down in a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt. His unruly yet flawlessly curly hair was damp, I assumed from a shower. It was dark outside, but my front drive was illuminated by the automatic motion triggered light.
“What did ya think of that, Buddy?” Auston’s voice rang out, and I looked up from the couch in time to see Hudson abandon his toys on the floor to barrel headfirst into Auston’s legs.
“Awesome!”
“That first one was for you.” Auston ruffled Hudson’s hair, trying to take a step forward only for my son to cling to his leg, hitching a ride.
“Who was the second one for?”
“Your mom, goof.” Auston’s cheery tone made me roll my eyes. Hudson pulled away from the man when he made it to the couch, dropping down, and the bag in his hand making enough noise to finally gain my child’s attention. And my curiosity.
“What’s in the bag?” I asked, turning my body sideways to face his own.
“An early birthday gift for Hudsy.” I raised a brow. I hadn’t expected Auston to get anything. Or even to remember the detail I mentioned in passing. Hudson however, lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Lemme see!”
“Oh just wait. You’re gonna love ‘em.” I folded my arms across my chest, as if to challenge his statement. My kid was picky. He didn’t like a lot of things. He was always grateful, yes, but still opinionated.
“Up on the couch.” Auston smiled from ear to ear as Hudson climbed up onto the cushion between us. “Alright. This is just the first part of your gift okay? We have to build on it.” I raised a brow as Auston reached into the bag.
“Come on!”
“Hudson.” I scolded gently. He glanced back at me with a sorry expression. “Patience.” He nodded and looked back at Auston, who in turn looked at me for approval to continue. I nodded.
“Ready?” He teased.
“Yes!” Hudson could barely hold still. And when Auston pulled out a black box labeled on the top with ‘CCM’, my boy’s brow furrowed in confusion. Then he opened the box, and twisted it around in his lap to show Hudson the fresh pair of rollerblades.
“Oh my god!”
“Auston,” my tone took on an immediate sound of surprise and tension. Auston’s initial expression of excitement upon Hudson’s reaction, turned into concern upon hearing my own. “Those were expensive- those had to be expensive.”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind.. it’s just skates, and he can use these for years.”
“His feet aren’t going to stay that small for years.” I argued in a soft tone, careful not to upset Hudson.
“They’ll stay small long enough.” Auston was always so nonchalant about everything. So ‘it is what it is.’ Sometimes it calmed me. Other times it stressed me out. I wasn’t sure what to make of his attitude at that point, so instead I let out a sigh and nodded.
“Okay,” I gave in.
“We have to try them out!”
“Not in the house.” I was swift to tell Hudson.
“Outside!”
“Right now? In the dark?” I glanced at Auston. “He could fall and hurt himself in the dark.”
“I’ve got him.”
I’d never trusted another man more with my child. Not once. Not his father, not my father, not my grandfather. But Auston?
“I’ll get his bike helmet.” I slowly stood up, straightening out the satin shorts of my pjs.
“Auston doesn’t wear a helmet!”
“He does on the ice.”
“Not when he’s rollerblading.” Hudson’s persistence made me groan.
“Tonight, he wears a helmet.”
And he did. My pink and black bike helmet. That I had to loosen a bit to fit his head properly. I followed the boys outside, and watched Auston get his own rollerblades from the trunk of his car before he came back to the porch steps.
“You sit down right there, and I’ll tie ‘em for you. Okay?” Hudson immediately plopped down on the edge of the deck, and I set his skates down beside him.
I opened the front door and reached inside to turn the porch light on.
“You boys gonna want snacks or water?”
“Hmm.. no thanks.” Hudson shook his head, far too excited as Auston got down on his knees slipped the kid’s first skate on.
“You got Goldfish still?” I stifled a laugh when Auston looked up at me.
“Always. Goldfish and two waters?”
“That’s a good idea.” I slipped back inside to grab the box of Goldfish, only to open the fridge and pause when it dawned on me.
I had a man in my front drive, putting a pair of skates on my kid. Teaching him how to do something. Something athletic. Something sporty. Promising to protect him. Trying to be a father. I felt the tightness in my throat before the burning of tears in my eyes accompanied it. I never imagined a world where Hudson had a dad. I wanted to, but I had pushed it aside long ago. I sniffed and wiped my eyes, the faint sound of laughter creeping through the open front door.
I asked myself why I left it open, when anybody could have walked inside? Because there was a man in my yard. Watching my kid. There was a man who granted love and protection. And ease to a life of constant stress. I smiled so hard it hurt. I slipped the two bottles of water from the fridge and closed the door before leaving the kitchen to go back outside. Greeted by the sight of Auston skating backwards, holding Hudson’s hands and guiding him forward down the slight slope of my driveway. Hudson’s foot slipped, and a moment of terror gripped my chest before Auston hoisted him up by his arms. Relief flooded my system. I was not one to film many things, but I had no shame in quickly setting the water and Goldfish aside, running inside to grab my phone, coming back with the video already playing, focusing my camera on the two in the driveway.
“Don’t point your feet inward. You gotta keep ‘em straight.” Auston would occasionally stop to nudge Hudson’s feet apart with one of his own.
“Look up at me. You look at the ground and you won’t know where you’re going.” He’d guide Hudson’s eyes straight with gentle words.
“When you start to get the hang of it, I have to let you go.” I couldn’t see my kid’s face, but I knew there was fear in his eyes. I had since set my phone down, leaning against the rail. I wanted to call to him, to remind him he’d be okay, but I decided to allow Auston a chance. No better time to learn like the present. And if I was going to completely trust Auston in the future with my kid, I needed to know he could handle every situation.
“It’s gonna happen, bud.” He slowed to a stop. “I know it’s scary, but falling is part of learning.” He leaned forward a bit. “You know what I used to do when I always fell?”
“What?” Hudson’s quiet voice was barely audible to me.
“I’d go running to my mom. And she’d hold me, and clean up my bumps and bruises. And then she’d send me right back outside to do it again.”
“Why?”
“Because sometimes you gotta fail to learn.”
“What did your dad do?”
Auston was caught at a loss for words, but only for a second.
“He’d usually just tell me to walk it off.. which is why I never went to him too much.” He passed off the answer as a joke, laughing quietly. I could tell by Hudson’s silence, that he didn’t understand how that was funny, or why Auston was laughing.
“What would you do?”
“After he told me to walk it off?”
“No.. what would you do- if I fell?”
I stiffened. I noticed the way Auston’s eyes drifted past Hudson to look at me. His brow furrowed in a questioning manner. I gave him a look of approval. So far, so good. Perhaps he knew how much our relationship and his place in mine and Hudson’s life rode on that answer.
“Well, first I’d have to pick you up, and I’d have to go rummaging through your mother’s cabinets to find stuff to clean any cuts. Probably slap a couple Hello Kitty bandaids on ya..” he smiled, let out a breathy laugh.
“I don’t like Hello Kitty!”
“Transformers?”
“Better.”
“Alright, Transformers.” Auston removed one of his hands from Hudson’s to ruffle his hair. “And after the bandaids it’s right back outside. Unless you really don’t want to. But sometimes tough love is a good thing.”
“Tough love.” Hudson repeated in a quizzical manner.
“Like.. making somebody do what they don’t want to, because you know it’s gonna benefit them in the end. Like helping them get over a fear.. like if there’s a girl they really wanna ask out, but they’re too afraid. Sometimes you gotta push ‘em into it.” Maybe not the best example, but I’d give Auston credit where it was due. He was doing a good job.
“Girls are gross.”
“They are.” The boys shared quiet laughter as I rolled my eyes.
“And what if the girl says no?”
“Then she says no. And you learn from that experience. The same way it is when you fall. You’re always gonna fall on skates. I still do it sometimes. It’s about knowing there’s a chance you’re gonna fall, and being brave enough to still go out and do it.” Silence followed Auston’s words. Then I saw Hudson nod.
“You can let me go.”
“Look at you, big man.” Auston teased, slow to release Hudson’s other hand. “Don’t move yet, okay? Just get a feel for standing.”
“Okay..” I watched Hudson straighten his ankles, and find a good stance.
“Move when you’re ready.”
We were out there for another hour or so. Well past Hudson’s bedtime. He fell a few times, but thanks to the sweater and pants he had on, he avoided any bleeding or cuts. My heart lurched every time Hudson tumbled, but the ache wasn’t near as bad when I watched Auston help him up and dust him off, asking if anything hurt too much or if he wanted to take a break. The only breaks they did take were for the occasional sip of water or a handful of goldfish. I took time to praise Hudson when he accomplished standing better, skating longer lengths, understanding the way to move. Then eventually my encouragement turned to quiet laughter as the boys started playing around.
Auston hoisted Hudson onto his shoulders, keeping a tight grip on the kid as he skated circles in the driveway. A playful yell occasionally falling from the boys’ lips.
When a yawn slipped past my own, I knew it was time to go in. I slowly stood up from my porch chair and reached for the box of Goldfish. Auston and Hudson both looked at me. Like deer in headlights.
“What are you doing with those?” Auston was the first to ask.
“Hudson needs to go to bed.” I informed him with a smirk.
“What?” Hudson whined. “No!”
“You’ve been up well past your bedtime, Buddy.” I placed my free hand on my hip.
“Please! Just another five minutes? Auston’s gonna leave!” I raised a brow.
“He’ll be back another time.”
“Yeah, when I’m at school.” I had been completely transparent with Hudson when Auston and I got together. He knew we were dating. At first he was uncertain, but he’d grown comfortable with the idea. His only issue since then had been the fact that he was never home when Auston was around.
“It’s a Saturday tomorrow.” When Auston spoke up, my gaze flickered toward him. I wasn’t sure whose side he was arguing for.
“And?”
“I have extra clothes in my trunk.”
“You wanna stay?”
“Can I stay?”
“Please!” Hudson immediately chimed in, his hands landing awful hard on top of Auston’s helmet. He flinched, but recovered quickly.
“You gonna put him to bed too?”
“Please!” Hudson’s excitement went momentarily unnoticed by us, trying to have a semi-serious conversation.
“I can do that.”
I acted as though I was contemplating my options, before I waved a hand and began to walk inside.
“I guess he can stay.” I knew Hudson let out a shout of excitement, but I was almost certain Auston had muttered a quiet, ‘yes’ as well.
The boys followed me into the house, Hudson running for his bedroom after Auston had set him down.
I stopped in the kitchen to set the water and crackers aside before walking into the living are.
“Where’s he off to?” I questioned as I folded up the blanket on the couch.
“Changing into his pjs.”
I chuckled and tossed the blanket into the basket by the wall.
“And you?” I folded my arms across my chest. “What do you think you’re sleeping in?”
“This.” He gestured to what he had on as he slowly crossed the floor. Auston rested his hands on my arms. “Or whatever I can get away with that’s less.”
“Auston.” I scolded softly.
“Cariño.” Darling. Honey. Dear. I leaned into his chest, and Auston slowly wrapped his arms around me. I hadn’t been so vulnerable with a man in a long time. Auston simply made it too easy.
“You have a kid to put to bed.” I spoke reluctantly.
“And a girlfriend to worry about.”
“You do too much, Aus.”
“I’d argue I haven’t done enough.” His confession was heartwarming and gut wrenching at the same time.
“You’ll get there.” I promised. “It’s a learning process. But right now, you’re doing amazing.” I slowly pulled back to look at him. “Hudson loves you. I love you. You make us happy. You’re here at times nobody expects you to be.. like tonight, with that birthday gift.” I paused. “Early birthday gift.” I watched him smile.
“So I’m meeting your standards?”
“Going above and beyond.” I promised, standing on my tippy toes. Auston leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to my lips.
“You should probably go find Hudson before he falls asleep.” I whispered. “He likes it when I tuck the blankets under his feet, and sometimes he likes his fan on. You have to ask.”
“Thanks.” Auston slowly pulled away.
“Don’t forget to sing to him too.” I watched his eyes go wide.
“I have to sing?” He sounded shocked. I laughed.
“I don’t make the rules, Aus.” I shrugged. “But I promise the secret’s safe with me if you sing for him.”
“Its not that it’s just- I mean.. I suck at singing.”
“He’s a kid. The most he’ll do is laugh at you and tell you to quit.”
“Then what?”
“Then you come find me. I’ll sing for him.”
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makeout point (l.k)
i don't remember what i was doing when i thought of this idea, but i'm glad i did it 👀 i wanted it to be smuttier than this but i just couldn't do it 😩 i hope you guys enjoy!
this is a non!idol au 🥰
Your phone ringing loudly beside you wakes you from your slumber. You jump at the sound, picking your head up. "What the fuck?" You groan out before taking the phone into your hands, noticing the time. "It's two a.m."
You answer the call and press the phone against your ear, mumbling out a tired greeting. "I'm outside your apartment," Minho's voice comes through the speakers, causing your eyebrows to furrow.
"Wait, what?" You ask in confusion, starting to feel more awake. Minho sighs and repeats himself. "Okay, but why? We're not that close."
"I didn't know who else to go to at this hour," he explains.
You sit up and gently rub your face. "And you thought I was a good choice?" You laugh while throwing the covers off of you.
"Never mind. I'll go somewhere else," Minho mentions, hearing him sigh into the receiver.
"No, wait, Minho!" You say quickly, catching him before he can hang up. "I'll be down in a minute, okay?"
He quietly agrees before hanging up. You run a hand through your hair, wondering why Lee Minho would want to spend his time with you this early in the night.
The two of you aren't exactly close friends. The only reason you talk to each other is because you're friends with his friends. You throw a hoodie over your head before grabbing your tennis shoes.
On the way out of your apartment, you grab your house keys. It doesn't take you long to reach the lobby after locking your front door.
"Oh, and it's raining," you laugh to yourself while shaking your head. You spot Minho's car, and you run towards it, quickly sliding into the passenger seat.
You release a puff of breath and glance over at the brunette in the driver's seat. His eyes stay glued to the steering wheel, which his hands are gripping.
"Minho?" You softly call out to him, hovering your hand over his forearm. "Is everything okay?"
"I'm sorry for just stopping by," he apologizes, turning his head to look at you.
You lean back into the seat, frowning. "It's okay. Talk to me," you encourage him.
He scoffs and shakes his head. "Do you even care?" Minho asks you, returning his gaze forward. "Especially with how I've treated you."
You grow confused as he continues to mumble incoherently. You place your hand on his arm while your free hand gently grabs a hold of his chin.
"Hey, I can care about you even if we don't see eye to eye," you tell him. You slowly drop your hand, keeping one on his forearm. "Why don't we go for a drive and talk."
Minho nods his head, not saying anything else. You buckle your seat belt before he starts to drive. Silence fills the vehicle for a few minutes, your eyes staring out the passenger window.
"If you want, you can play some music. It'll be about twenty minutes before we get there," he speaks up, glancing towards you.
"Thanks," you chuckle and grab a hold of the auxiliary cord. You plug your phone into it and search through your Spotify.
The song you pick plays through the speakers, returning your gaze back out the window. "I love this song," Minho laughs, a smile coming to his lips for the first time tonight.
"It's so good!" You almost squeal, releasing a deep sigh. "I love their music so much."
"Yeah, me too."
You roll your head along the seat, staring into the side of his head. "Who would've thought that you and I would have something in common," you joke with a grin.
Minho chuckles breathlessly, silently agreeing with you.
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Twenty minutes later, Minho pulls up to a cliff, overlooking Seoul. Your eyes widen as you notice two other cars parked. "Minho? You know what this spot is, yeah?" You ask him nervously.
"Yeah, but this is the best spot that overlooks the city," he mentions with a shrug, unbuckling his seat belt. He turns in his seat a bit, giving you his attention. "If you're uncomfortable, we can leave."
"No, no, it's okay," you stammer, waving your hand. "I just didn't expect to ever come here."
"You've never been here?" He asks you with a raised brow. You shake your head in response, a blush dusting your cheeks. "Hm, I would've thought you have."
You laugh, playfully rolling your eyes as you unbuckle your belt. "And why's that?" You ask curiously.
"Have you looked at yourself? You're drop dead gorgeous," Minho tells you, running a hand through his hair.
You blush even more at his words, hiding your face in your hands. "Oh, stop it. No, I'm not," you disagree, chuckling lightly.
"Mm, nope, you are."
"You're pretty handsome yourself," you compliment him, tucking some hair behind your ears.
He smiles at you, and your heart flutters in your chest. He reaches his hand forward, taking one of yours. "I'm really sorry for how I've treated you," Minho sighs, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand. "You're pretty cool, and you're very cute."
"Is this why you came to me?" You laugh, your fingers tangling with his. "Are you trying to make me fall in love with you?"
Minho chuckles, his cheeks becoming flushed. "It wasn't my intention, no," he laughs, feeling embarrassed. "I mean, I definitely wouldn't mind doing what the youths do here."
"If we do… you won't ghost me after, will you?" You ask in a whisper, the tension around the two of you thickening.
"Absolutely not," he breathes, noticing your face getting closer to his. "You won't regret it?"
You shake your head, stabilizing yourself on the center console. Minho's free hand strokes your jawline before his lips connect with yours. Your eyes slowly flutter shut, your stomach starting to do flips as you kiss him back.
Your hands stay intertwined as he deepens the kiss, feeling his tongue glide across your lips. You part your lips, and your tongues start colliding with one another. Minho releases your hand, moving his to your waist.
"C'mere," he says into the kiss, his fingers gripping the hoodie you're wearing.
You climb over the console before settling down onto his lap. Your hands find their way into his hair, combing it back. "I never would've thought this would happen," you giggle.
Minho hums and pulls you back in, pressing his lips to yours again. You moan against his lips as your hands rest on the nape of his neck. You grind your hips, causing the brunette to grip your waist.
"Don't start something you can't finish," he warns you, the air around you becoming warm.
"And if I can?" You ask, grinding your hips again.
He leans back against the seat, a smug grin on his lips, "then take a ride."
You feel yourself clench at his words, another moan slipping past your lips. You drag one of your hands down his chest before stopping at the hem of his sweats. You start to feel nervous as you keep your gaze on his lap.
Minho gently caresses your face, and he lifts your head up to look at him. "If you're not comfortable riding me here, you don't have to," he reassures you with a soft smile.
"I-I want to, I do," you stutter, fumbling with the drawstrings. "Maybe you can come back to my place?"
He chuckles and nods his head, capturing your lips one more time. Minho taps your hips, signaling for you to get back into the passenger seat.
You maneuver back into your seat, grinning ear to ear. You buckle your seatbelt as Minho does the same. After turning the vehicle on, he backs out of the spot you're parked in before starting the drive back to your apartment.
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You haven't been able to stop smiling. It's been almost a week since the night Minho picked you up at two in the morning. And, he kept his word about not ghosting you. He's already taken you out to dinner twice.
Tonight, everyone is going to Han's place for a movie night. You're pretty excited. You haven't been able to hang out with the rest of the group for a couple of weeks now.
You and Minho make your way into Han's apartment building, your fingers intertwined with his. Once the two of you are alone in the elevator, you speak up.
"Did you… did you want to tell our friends about us?" You ask him shyly, glancing up at the brunette.
Minho rubs his thumb on the back of your hand, turning his gaze towards you. "I don't care if they know. You're mine now," he smirks, bringing his free hand to your face.
Your heart flutters in your chest, a light blush coming to your face. "I'm yours," you repeat quietly, squeezing his hand.
"It would be kind of funny to do it randomly though," he suggests, wiggling his brows.
A laugh leaves your lips, and you agree with him. As soon as the elevator opens up, Minho releases your hand. You can't help but giggle to yourself, picturing how your friends are going to react to the news.
Minho knocks on the door before purposely starting an argument. "Who even invited you? Didn't Han say it was a guy's night?" He mentions loud enough for them to hear through the front door.
You scoff, rolling your eyes at him. "He literally texted me and asked if I wanted to come. If you don't want me here, you're more than welcome to go home," you banter, crossing your arms over your chest.
Han opens the door and immediately breaks the two of you apart. "Guys, already?!" He cries out, wishing that you two would get along. "Min, I invited everyone. Which includes her."
"Whatever," he mutters while pushing past the shorter man.
Han watches him walk into his apartment before returning his gaze to you. "I'm sorry. I thought he'd already be here," he sighs.
"It's okay. It's not your fault he's an ass," you reassure him with a smile.
The two of you follow Minho into the apartment before you kick off your shoes. Everyone greets you with a warm welcome as Minho flops onto the couch. You meet his gaze, watching a smirk form on his lips.
"Hey, guys! It's been too long," you tell them genuinely, having missed their presence. You hug each one individually, making sure to skip Minho. You turn towards Han again. "You bought drinks, yeah?"
"Yes! They're in the fridge," he motions towards the kitchen, standing behind Felix. The two of them are both scrolling through Netflix, trying to find a movie.
You nod and make your way into the kitchen, opening the fridge. You grab your favorite drink along with Min's. You walk back into the living room, capturing Seungmin's attention.
"Do you need two drinks?" He laughs, his question making the others turn to you.
"No," you laugh, shaking your head. You don't say anything else while handing Minho his drink.
You hear a couple of gasps, making you snap your head up. Chan, Felix, Han, and Hyunjin's jaws are dropped, each one staring at you with wide eyes.
"What?" You ask innocently, glancing towards the other two before Minho.
"Thanks, honey," he tells you with a smile, his hand reaching for yours to pull you into the spot next to him.
Seungmin and Changbin are now shocked as well as Minho slides his hand across your thigh. "Wait, wait," Han starts, walking around the large couch. "What the hell is happening?"
Minho squeezes your thigh. "I don't know what you mean, Han," he says nonchalantly. "I'm just thanking my partner."
"Partner?!" Felix squeaks, snapping his head in Han's direction.
"Yeah, we're together now," you chime in, leaning into Minho's side. You can feel him kiss the side of your head as you rest a hand on his abdomen.
"You're joking, right?" Chan asks, squinting his eyes.
Minho smiles and shakes his head in response. "Actually, we're not. I asked her out a week ago," he confesses to his friends.
Your cheeks blush as his fingers comb through your hair. "Holy shit this is amazing," Han mentions while pacing the room. "We've been telling each other for months now that the two of you needed to fuck your feelings out."
Your breath hitches in your throat, your eyes growing wide. "What-" you cut yourself off. No, they've got to be the one joking now.
"You guys were wrong," Minho mentions, capturing their attention. "We figured out our feeling right before we fucked."
"Min!" You screech, covering your face in embarrassment.
"Okay, gross!" A unison of voices echoes off the walls, causing the both of you to laugh.
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Come with me on this journey okay:
-Stay-at-home-wheelchair-Dad Jake Sully babysits literally all children. His own, whatever fosters Norm has at the time, Tonowari’s, and Tsu’sey and Sylwanin’s. He is the babysitting and parenting God.
-When they’re really rowdy he puts them all on leashes and has them pull him around the street yelling “MUSH, MUSH!”
-Eytukan is retired, so he helps Mo’at run her free clinic. Jake spends like all his free time there, “helping out” with his hoard of children. It’s really just a nice open area for the kids to play in, big fields and equipment in clear view while Jake helps with physical therapy.
-The clinic is where he and Neytiri met, he didn’t have the money for treatment on vet benefits after he was paralyzed in the marines so he ended up at the free clinic. Neytiri volunteers for her mother on the weekends, and she bullied him into enjoying life again.
-Sylwanin and Jake are pretend frenemies, she pretends to hate him because he stole her little sister AND managed to get married and have kids before her and Tsu’tey who have been dating for like, their entire lives. Jake says it’s because they have yet to be blown up, and he can help her with that.
-Every time Jake wheels his way in with all the kids Sylwanin goes “Oh, it’s you,” and Jake says “Yeah yeah, just your brother in law, not like I should get any respect around here,” and then he hands her her exact Starbucks order and offers to have Lo’ak throw up on her most hated patient.
-(when he was little Lo’ak could throw up on command)
-Sylwanin loves all her nieces and nephews equally but she especially enjoys Spider, because before he was adopted he was in the clinic fairly often for suspicious injuries. She hasn’t shaken the urge to watch him like a hawk yet.
-Eytukan and Jake are Boys in a way that disgusts all the women in their family. They go golfing together, and Eytukan accuses Jake of cheating via proximity to the ground.
-Lo’ak was DETERMINED to golf with them for years and when they actually let him come he cried he got so bored.
-Neteyam would never admit this under pain of death, but he enjoys golfing.
-Spider, Neteyam, Ao’nung, and Lo’ak are all deeply obsessed with American Ninja Warrior, so Tonowari, Jake, and Tsu’tey built a course for them. They then started to get a little into it and it got serious. To this day out of everyone they know Jake is the only one to have completed the salmon ladder, and then he hauled himself off the mat and back into his chair and Tonowari and Tsu’tey had to reconsider their sexualities.
-When Kiri, Lo’ak, Neteyam, Spider, and Ao’nung were all babies Jake went to the store with them all strapped to him or in a basket on his wheelchair and someone called the cops cause they thought he stole all those varying ethnicity babies.
-Jake calls it The Great Baby Heist of 2077 and Tsu’tey always responds to this story by asking what idiot would want that many babies?
-Sometimes Sylwanin gets too friendly with Jake and quickly pretends to get mad at him.
-Tonowari and Tsu’tey became friends by both being confused as hell by their friend Jake. When they met him he was all depressed and rotting away alone in the free clinic. Now he’s so high energy he raced Lo’ak once and threw himself out of his chair to get extra momentum to beat Lo’ak over the arbitrary finish line. He had a pool installed for Kiri to just float in and stare at the sky. He bakes cookies with Tsireya balanced on his chair between his legs so he can help her crack the eggs. He beat Tsu’tey in a wrestling match in the gym the other day. His enthusiasm for life scares them, they spend a lot of time side eyeing each other behind him.
-Sylwanin (secretly) likes Jake because he’s a good father and husband to her kids, and he’s funny and a good person, but she likes him even more for the energy he brings out in her husband. Tsu’tey is NOT GOOD at making friends, he’s awkward and he’s a weirdo. But now he plays tennis twice a week with Jake, Norm, and Tonowari and spends like every evening she has to work at the Sully house for dinner.
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It's your local fungi with a horny thought. We had our sports fest at school today and I played badminton for my section. I went to the bathroom after my match and was all sweaty and shit (Tennis shorts and all that wink wonk.) But also secretly wishing Scara would see me and take me in one of the stalls. That was hours ago, I spent the whole time since, trying to not lose my shit over being sexually frustrated. Expound on this please I will kiss you if you do <3
Gym class with Scummy Scaramouche! ☆彡
Blublublublub hiiii I don’t think they do pe in college but take wtv this is *bites lip seductively* mwa (it’s short$) tbh this is kinda not what you asked but it’s also similar at the same time lol sorry!!
Scaramouche used to absolutely despise P.E class. Because no matter what sport the teacher made them participate in, almost everyone tried to target him some how, y’know, cause he’s a loser and stuff. People using all their strength to peg a dodge ball at him, going out of their way to trip him over him track, being the last one picked in group activities… yeah, it was kinda rough. So naturally, as he got older, he tried to put his past behind him as much as he could— wether that be lying to the professor and saying that he had a bad knee (sometimes he’d make Ei write him a sick note to make it more believable… this is a grown man everybody), or just skipping out on the lesson entirely (by cramming himself in a bathroom stall and playing on his phone). Basically just doing anything to get out of it— but that all stopping when you came in.
Coming in with that tight gym uniform that he thinks hugs your body figure just perfectly— watching as it slightly raises when you bend down to do all those different physical activities. The way the sweat that drips off your face and down your neck made you look almost if not angelic… and if he had a jar, he’d ask to take a little sample from you jfc I’m so sorry. How your tits bounce every time you jump up the catch the ball, you’d have to literally shake him back and forth for his attention to leave them (but even then he’s looking down and watching them jiggle lawl). The small shorts that let your cute little butt peak out from under them … he quickly grabs his bag and places it in his lap to hide his boner.
Um anyways, he scrambles up from the floor and slowly walks over towards you— momentarily stopping you and your friends conversation, which you smile and they groan about. “Hi Scara, need something?” So cute, he thinks, his feet padding across the ground until he’s finally, fully in front of you, while also trying to secretly scoot your friend further away. “Yes, you…’re help with something, can you cu— come with me? Please?” You smell even better then he thought. Scaramouche hums happily when you agree, and reaches out for your hand to pull you along and away from everyone else. Your friend tries to pull you back, but he shoots them a deathly stare over his shoulder and tightens his hold on your hand, a silent head shake in warning, they roll their eyes and let you leave.
Scaramouche thinks gym class is not that bad, as he locks the door to the stall and turns around, where you’re standing there, unaware (or aware, maybe who knows) of the effect you have on him, and looking at him questionably. “You… want me to help you pee, or something?” He blinks, and lets a little, amused chuckle fall from his mouth.
“… no I— i uh. Can you turn around really quick?” A strange request, but you comply nonetheless, and turn around until you’re facing the wall. There’s a quick shuffling sound coming from behind you, as well as Scaramouche letting out a few curses under his breath— before you feel his body pressing up behind you. “Thank you… you don’t know— know what you’re doing to me, do you?” His arms wrap around your torso, hands sneakily slipping under the fabric of your shirt and landing on your bare skin— which he shamelessly prods at. And when you look down, you can just barely see something poking through the gap of your thighs… it’s the tip of his cock, it’s angry red and leaking cum already :( “you look so beautiful wearing this, so— so perfect. I hate that everyone else can see you.”
Humming, you reach down and tease your fingers over the slit of his cock head, making him drop his head into the crook of your neck and whine pathetically— before he slowly starts to rut his hips into you. “So good, so good…” even through your clothing he can feel the way your pussy rubs against his cock.
“The lesson ends soon… we’ll have some fun, yeah?” (A threat not a question) your voice is so heavenly, he squeezes his eyes tight shut, and moans into your skin. “Yes… yes please.” He feels your hand leave his cock, and your arms raise up to pull off your shirt, and he gulps. ‘..finally.’
Err the end bye 🫡
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Batshit Soulmates Part 8
Second chapter of the day. In which I resolve the original cliffhanger and leave you with another.
In Medias Res| Prologue|Pt 1|Pt 2|Pt 3|Pt 4|Pt 5|Pt 6|Pt 7|
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Steve was not a fan of the plan. Of any of their plans, really. But he went along with it anyway. What choice did he have? It wasn’t as though he just pick up his ball and go home. Not when they needed him.
He was forced to watch Eddie armed with a small bag of tools break into an RV. Once Eddie was in, Steve set about helping everyone else in. Erica first, Lucas, Dustin, Nancy, and finally Robin. Then hauled himself in.
Immediately he sought out Eddie.
He leaned on the seat as he watched his soulmate pull out a pair of pliers.
“Are you sure you’re going to be able to start this thing?” Steve asked, unsure.
Eddie yanked out some wires from under the steering column. "While all the other dads were teaching their kids to fish or to play ball...my old man was teaching me how to hotwire.” He stripped the wires. “Now I swore to myself I wouldn't wind up like he did, but now I'm wanted for murder and soon grand theft auto so...uh, yeah really living up to that Munson name."
Robin came up to them and gently leaned on Steve’s shoulder, careful of the road rash.
“Eddie,” she softly, but clearly concerned. “I’m not sure I like the idea of you driving.”
Eddie grinned. “Oh, I’m just getting her started. Stevie’s got her, don’cha, big boy?” He leaned forward so close that Steve was sure he was going to kiss him.
Steve’s lips pursed without meaning to, but Eddie was already pulling away.
Just then then the RV roared to life and the owners of said RV started banging on the door, screaming.
Eddie and Steve looked at them and then each other.
They swapped places, Steve immediately slamming on the gas pedal. And away they went.
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They made a short stop at Steve’s car to get his wallet so that he could pay for all the shit they were going to need, but in no time at all, they had arrived at The War Zone.
Steve gave Erica, Robin, and Nancy a list of things to get. Max, Lucas, Eddie, and Dustin would watch the RV.
Nancy went straight to the guns, which surprised no one. She had been able to wear some of Max’s clothes, but Robin and Steve made for the combat gear first. They removed all the tags and got dressed, Steve grabbing two pairs of boots but not stopping to put either pair on. They were in a hurry and there were too many laces.
He came up behind Robin and started putting in more gas cans into her cart.
She looked up to see Vickie standing there, talking to her boyfriend and she just stopped.
Steve followed her line of vision. “I’m sorry, Robs.”
Robin closed her eyes and looked away. But Steve saw that Vickie looked over at Robin and then back at her boyfriend. They were too far away, but it looked like whatever Vickie had seen had made her hiss something at her boyfriend. He turned away just their argument got heated.
He had a world to save.
Nancy came up and touched his elbow. “We’ve got to hurry,” she hissed. “Carver’s here and he’s loading up on arsenal too.”
Steve’s body began to quake at the thought of him getting Eddie. He nodded and grabbed everyone. He paid with his father’s credit card and dashed out of the store as if Venca himself was on his heels. Or more like, as if Jason Carver was on his heels. Because he was.
Still barefoot, he hopped into the driver’s seat and told everyone to hold on. He gunned it and drove to a secluded spot where they could prepare for the final show down.
Erica threw the second pair of boots at Eddie and he put them on.
“Those tennis shoes are going to fall apart if you look at them funny,” she explained when he looked up at her in shock.
Inside the bag she had thrown at him was a tactical vest and bullet belt. He loved Steve’s feral children with all his heart. They clearly looked after their own.
Steve sat down with Robin making Molotov cocktails, having found a few bottles of alcohol in the RV.
He looked out at his ragtag army and a shudder went through him. Nancy and Max were sawing off the barrel of Nancy’s shot gun. Eddie and Dustin had finished making their nail shields and were rough housing in the field. The Sinclair siblings were making spears out of long sticks and hunting knives.
“We shouldn’t have to do this,” he whispered.
Robin looked up at him and then out at their friends. “I know.”
“I’m sorry about Vickie,” he murmured. “I guess I was wrong about her.”
Robin shook her head. “I can’t think about that right now. I have to focus on this.”
Steve nodded.
“I’m sorry about Eddie,” she muttered. “Finding your soulmate like that and not knowing if you two are going to live to make use of it...”
He let out a long sigh. “I know. But at the same time, I’m happy he’s here. He’s been so helpful. A lot of this wouldn’t have been possible without him. And I’m grateful.”
She pursed her lips and looked back out at Eddie, who was desperate to keep the kids’ spirits up.
“Yeah,” she said. “You found yourself a good one.”
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They got to the Gate and Steve tumbled in first, doing a back flip to land deftly on his feet.
Nancy, Robin, Dustin, and Eddie who were watching from below were surprised at the move.
Robin scoffed. “What does he want us to do, clap?”
Steve winced and went in search of the mattress. When he came back into view Eddie started clapping.
Robin and Nancy glared at him.
“I’m sorry,” he said, clearly not sorry, “but what he did was cool and should be rewarded for it.”
Steve looked back up at them and gave them a thumbs up. Nancy went first, then Dustin and Robin. Eddie coming in last.
Steve helped him to his feet and they were close. Chest to chest almost. Their breathes mingled and their eyes locked on each other’s.
Dustin pushed between them and broke the moment.
Eddie was sure in that moment, Steve was going to kill the kid.
They walked outside of the trailer and Steve looked like he was about to cry.
“Don’t be heroes,” Steve begged. “If things go south, I want you to run. You two are just the–”
“Decoys,” Eddie said with a smirk. “We know. Look at us, do either of us look like heroes?”
Steve nodded and then turned and walked away.
Eddie called out, “Steve!”
Steve looked back, eyes full of hope.
“Make him pay.” He couldn’t make himself say the three words he had been wanting to say since learned the real Steve Harrington.
Steve nodded again, but Eddie could see the light leave his eyes.
Dustin hit him and hissed, “Kiss him!”
Oh.
Then Eddie was running. He spun Steve back around and pressed his lips to Steve’s.
Steve melted in his arms and Eddie knew it was the right thing to do.
They said their real goodbyes and Dustin and Eddie watched as the three of them went to go take on Vecna.
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Between him and Dustin they were able to get the trailer shored up as best as they could against the onslaught of demobats. The trailer looked less like home and more like a fortress, but it couldn’t be helped. It needed to protect them.
Eddie walked into his bedroom, carefully skirting the vines that taken over his home. And there completely untouched by the vines was his Warlock.
“She looks like she was born to play in another dimension,” he breathed, reaching out to touch the strings.
He pulled her off the wall and swung her over his shoulder. He turned to Dustin, “You ready for the most metal concert in the world?”
Dustin’s face lit up. “Hell yeah!”
They made their way to the roof and Dustin plugged Eddie into the sound system they had rigged up.
Eddie pulled off his pick necklace and gave it a kiss. “This concert is for you, Chrissy!”
Then he laid into his guitar, starting the opening chords of “Master of Puppets”.
The bats that had been tearing toward Steve and the girls suddenly stopped and turned toward Dustin and Eddie instead.
The bats couldn’t attack while the song was playing it was messing with their echolocation.
Dustin crossed his fingers hoped that seven minutes was long enough to defeat Vecna, because that was all the time Steve and them were going to get.
The song was over and they dove back into the trailer. Then the demobats descended on them, clawing and screeching and fighting their way into the trailer. Dustin made it up the rope ladder, but Eddie could see them struggling their way into the trailer.
He yelled at Dustin to get a hold of Steve and booked it.
Steve had told him to run, he just hadn’t been clear where to run to. So Eddie ran toward Steve. Toward the person that knew him best next to his Uncle. Not because they were soulmates. But because Steve cared.
Suddenly they were fighting side by side. As equals this time, instead of Eddie saving Steve, they worked as a team.
But there were too many bats.
They were going to die.
Eddie held his shield above his head and hoped that he could protect them long enough for Nancy and Robin to kill Vecna.
There were the sounds of demobats hitting the ground, some of them hit the shield, but most of them rained down around them.
Eddie opened his eyes and looked out over the barren wasteland that was Lover’s Lake in the top world.
Littered around them were the dead bodies of hundreds and hundreds of demobats.
Eddie stood up and walked over to one to kick it with his foot.
Steve came up behind him and peered over his shoulder. “Are they dead?”
Eddie shrugged. “It appears like it.”
“What the hell happened?” Steve asked.
“Steve!” Dustin cried. “Eddie!”
The two older boys turned as one.
“It’s Max!” he cried. “She’s been hurt!”
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I couldn't find a way to put in the story itself, but the reason Vickie was with Dan in the first place is that he lied about being her soulmate. He has a treble clef on his back near where her trumpet is on her shoulder blade. And when he comes back for college for spring break she learns that he's been cheating on her with his real soulmate. That's what they're fighting about here because she realizes who her real soulmate is.
Part 9 Epilogue
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Reunion
Trevor Philips x fem!reader
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: smut, unprotected smut, gta5 story spoilers,
Author’s Note: I am very aware this is the randomest thing to post. I have been replaying gta5. I am in love with Trevor. He’s my best friend, he’s the funnest to play, and I need him (nefarious motives). I unironically have a part 2 to this I’ve half written where the reader and Trevor meet up with Michael so let me know if anyone is invested <3 This is partly inspired by me going into the strip club to go to the atm and then going batshit insane. i am no better than a man but it is never the women im objectifying.
Summary: The reader did the original heist with Brad, Michael and Trevor. Afterwards, when everyone got split up, Lester told the reader that both Trevor and Michael were dead. After the jewelry store the reader wonders if he was lying about both of them. The reunion is filled with anger and also long lasting tension.
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
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“You see him at all? After the incident?” Michael’s voice trailed off into a feign disinterest. Lester and him both knew; this is what the conversation had been leading up to. The conversation had dissipated away from the task at hand, casing the jewelry store. Neither of them seemed to care.
“I kept tabs on him for a while. Needed to know that he didn’t blame me,” Lester complained, reminding them both of the idicotic ways of their former friend.
“Yeah, where’d he go?” Michael questioned, trying to be nonchalant.
“North, south, east, west. Wherever there were liquor stores to turn over and hitchhikers to disappear.” There was a beat of silence as Michael climbed further up the roof to get a better vantage point. The words could have remained in the air, if Michael hadn’t pushed further.
“Where did they bury him?”
“They buried him? Not as far as I know.”
He wanted to ask. He knew he had to.
“You see her?”
Lester was glad Michael couldn’t see his face. It was a knowing look. Oh God, Michael wanted to talk about her again! Something so familiar that it didn’t even seem out of place, not even after everything.
“No. She left all together.”
“She still…she still around?”
“She’s alive if that’s what you’re asking. Moved, made a better life for herself. Better than he could’ve gaven her. Or you for that matter. Still got the bullet wound to prove she was there though. Physical therapy for months on that shoulder.”
Michael was hit with a sudden pang of nostalgia. He thought about the pandering, the vein attempts to make himself look better for you. The fight’s he and Trevor used to have all the time, arguments on who deserved you and who would get you. He had hoped you were oblivious. Now he wasn’t so sure he believed that.
“I told her he was dead.”
Michael paused on the roof, his movements only momentarily stunned.
“You feel bad about that?”
“It was the only thing to do. She would’ve found him. They would’ve found you. Bad for everyone.”
“And especially your cover.”
“Especially that.”
You were living a life where both he and Trevor were dead. You had moved on because it was the only thing you were able to do. He yearned to know what it could’ve been like if things hadn’t gone to hell. The danger was intoxicating but never as intoxicating as you.
He thought about Amanda. How she had never been you, how that’s the reason he was never able to love her the way he wanted. Clearly she had never loved him quite as much either, as was the case from her tennis performance. You were out there somewhere.
“I don’t wanna know,” he decided. If Lester told him even the smallest thing, a job, a marriage, a kid…he would go looking. He knew himself better than that.
“I wasn’t gonna tell you if you asked.”
Another short beat. He was almost to the highest vantage point.
“She deserved better than both of you. But you have to know she would’ve always chosen him.”
“There’s no need to hash up old shit okay? I was just asking to see who was still around. There’ll never be a better get away driver than her.” Even his deflection felt fake and vein. Lester saw right through it but decided to let it be. Michael thought of Franklin, diverging his thoughts. He could have him work, train him, mold him. He huffed as he got to the highest point.
“Now just to take a picture of the vent up there,” Lester said, evenly. The conversation was over. They wouldn’t talk about you or Trevor again today.
-
You were sitting at the small dining room table of your apartment. It was more of an island honestly but you called it the dining table because it was the best you could get. Los Santos was an expensive city and you were lucky to have found a place you could afford at all. Not that you weren’t doing well here.
The television was on to the news, though you weren’t necessarily paying attention. You poked at your mashed potatoes, proud of yourself for making anything tonight. You grabbed the remote with the intention of changing it to a shitty reality TV show when the screen shifted. ‘Breaking News’ painted the bottom of the television in red. A man was speaking but the volume was too low to hear it. You turned it up, out of sheer curiosity. You were reminded of a life before this one, a bang of guilt in your chest that you had desperately tried to get rid of.
Was it the guilt that brought the nostalgia forward? Or was it the way they reported it to be set up? Was it the cars, the hacking, the timing? Was it the sheer familiarity that made you sit forward? Or was it the fact that looked exactly like a Michael Townley job?
“You forget a thousand things everyday,” the witness said, shaken, “make this one of them.”
Your food was forgotten. Your face had gone blank with confusion.
“That motherfucker,” you muttered. The urge to throw something came back with his face in your head, the funeral you went to, the life you left. You saw his face on a big portrait and cried in front of it, wishing you had been faster. You left before ever seeing if anyone held a funeral for Trevor but now you wished you had stayed. What if you had spent all this time alone when they were out there, somewhere. What if Trevor was still alive?
The TV was now a ghost. It was now a time long forgotten. It was the bullet wound in your shoulder that now ached, something you hadn’t felt in a long while. That jewelry store was in Los Santos. It was here. Michael was here.
Lester told you him and Trevor were dead.
You searched for your phone. You didn’t have his number anymore, you couldn’t. He had changed it. He was too smart to keep the one he had years before. You recklessly searched anyway, knocking over the chair you were sitting in, tossing your pillows aside. Finally you grasped the phone in your hand, frantically searching in your contacts. His name remained, under L, and you called the number. It rang and rang and rang. You were already starting to think about how you would find him when the line picked up. Your breath caught.
“Y/N.”
“You fucker. You motherfucker. You fucking fucker.” You almost didn’t recognize the voice coming out of your mouth, you were so dedicated to the rage you felt. It was almost Trevor’s, almost the same cadence that you had picked up from him. It was amazing how fast all of that came back to you. How, just like that, you were her again. You weren’t her anymore, even when you took a turn too fast or knew the fastest routes out of an issue.
“What are you talking-”
“You know what I’m talking about,” you seethed. You failed to think about how he had kept the phone just for you, just in case you needed him one day. It didn’t even cross your mind that Lester had loved you too, that they all had. You were friends in the purest sense of the word. You were all each other's people. Now, you hadn’t heard or talked to Brad since he was arrested. Now you were a different person.
Lester was laying low but he still answered your call.
“I don’t know-”
“Is he dead?” You couldn’t say his name.
“Michael? “
“No.”
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t believe you.” There was a bitterness in your voice you almost didn’t recognize. Her, her, her. When did you stop being her? “Lester tell me the fucking truth.”
“I don’t know. I used to follow him but there was no use.”
“What do you mean you used to follow him?” There was a long pause. Too long. “What do you mean?” You sat down slowly on the chair by your island. You grabbed the edge of the counter. Your knuckles were strained. “Did he live?”
Silence.
You were gonna kill Lester. You were gonna kill him and you were gonna enjoy it.
“Where did you see him last?”
“Sandy Shores. But that was ye-” You hung up the phone. You should’ve asked about Michael, you knew you should’ve. You wanted to but the anger was too much. If you saw Michael now, you’d kill him with your bare hands. Sandy Shores was not a large place. And you were a determined person.
-
Trevor looked in the mirror at the tattoo he had for Michael Townley, his dead best friend. His formally dead best friend. On his other arm was a tattoo for the only girl he had ever really loved. She was supposedly dead too.
He broke the mirror with a fist. His knuckles started to bleed from the glass cuts. He ignored it. Ron was standing in the doorway, shaking, leaning over. Trevor almost made a shitty joke about his posture but for some reason, he didn’t. He had already sent Wade to find Michael Townley but he had kept you to himself. He wanted to find you but he’d do that with his own two hands. No one else needed to know you were out there. If you were out there. A Townley job did not mean you were still alive. Just because Michael lived didn’t mean you had.
“What the fuck do you want Ron?”
“Sorry boss.” He moved out of the doorway, down the steps outside. He looked around eagerly, glancing back at Trevor but not holding eye contact too long. Trevor followed him outside and walked past him. “Bikers had been scoping out here while you were gone.”
“Did you tell them to fuck off?”
“No?”
“Well next time, tell em to fuck off!” Trevor approached his truck with the intention of going to the city himself to find Michael. Michael would know if you were alive.
Trevor thought about that time little. He thought about leaving his friend, about the bullets that flew past him, the moment he knew he would never see you again. He thought about the bullet wound in your shoulder, the one in him, the wounds that will never fully heal. A constant reminder of the near death experience he lived through and shouldn’t have. In drunken nights he always wished it had been you who was in his place. You would’ve made a life. Had you made a life? Had you done it without him?
He hopped in the truck. He needed more booze.
“Where ya going boss?” Ron questioned.
“Bar.” He started the engine. It rumbled to life underneath him and it was already hot from the heat. He turned his head to Ron. “Get lost Ron.”
Ron nodded eagerly, already starting to stumble away. Trevor needed to clear his head. He needed to cloud his head some. He pulled away, mentally going through the map closest to him. If he went to a strip club, he was extra sure not to think about anything else. But the better booze was always cheaper at just a bar. If he went all the way to the city he could search for Michael at the bottom of a bottle.
All of those options seemed like good options. He wanted to beat the shit out of somebody. He should probably stay in Sandy Shores to do that. But where’s the fun in doing what you’re probably supposed to do? He made a sharp turn, almost running over a girl crossing the street.
“Hey don’t you see I’m driving here!” he yelled, feeling better already knowing he had probably ruined someone's day with their near death experience.
“Watch where you’re fucking going! Jesus Christ, some people don’t know how to fucking drive,” you called, anger lacing your voice.
The cogs turned at the same time.
You were standing on the side of the road, in the dust of the truck. You stopped walking completely, replaying that voice in your head again like it was your favorite song. The familiarity ached at you. You knew it the second you heard it.
Trevor had gotten about half way down the road when he hit the brakes. Hard. He was in the middle of an intersection. People were honking at him but he just sat there, both hands on the wheels, eyes squinted in confusion.
With ease he put the car in reverse. Much to the dismay of the few drivers around him, he backed up. You were staring at the truck as it did so, not sure if you should laugh or cry or yell or have any reaction at all.
He stopped beside you, head turned. You stared at each other for a moment. Eyes so familiar it was like coming home after a long time away. Like the feeling of your own sheets but someone else had made the bed.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost sweetheart,” he hummed, his voice as cocky as it had always been. “Which can’t be true because if I remember, you’re my ghost.” Your lips parted. You approached the truck and he let you, wordlessly. You were in shock. You were stunned. There had to be a word for seeing a ghost from your past you thought was dead. You wrapped your fingers around the edge of the door.
“You motherfucker,” you whispered, in awe.
“I’m the motherfucker?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not the motherfucker.” You wanted to hit him. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to slash his car tires. You wanted to take him home.
“I thought you were dead. I mourned you, Trev.” The car behind him honked. Neither of you had even noticed they were there. You both turned and it was like you were possessed by your respective ghosts.
“Can’t you tell we’re having a fucking moment?!” Trevor yelled. They honked again. Trevor pulled out a handgun. You watched him wordlessly. He shot the window. He missed. The car quickly diverged around and was gone in the dust again. You opened up the car door, his gun still smoking. He watched you, eyes curious. He thought he had memorized your entire body but now that you were there in front of him he realized his memory had never done it justice. You shut the door behind you and turned to him. The hand with the gun was slung against the passenger seat.
“I need a drink,” you muttered. He chuckled lowly.
“My girl.” He started to move forward again. Closest bar would do, he decided.
-
Lester wasn’t sure if he should even tell Michael. It was probably for the best that none of them had any contact for a while after the robbery. He had set that rule himself. They would lay low, stay straight, stay away from each other. Still, after the phone call with you it seemed stupid to not let Michael know, in some capacity, that you were going to be looking for him. Maybe he was more worried about you finding Trevor and then dealing with the aftermath of the havoc the two of you could bring.
Lester stared at his phone. He could text Michael. He could call. He could drop a place to meet. He knew that his friend would come if he asked, ever the rulebreaker. If you and Trevor remerged together that would be bad for everyone. That was bad for this whole thing.
Lester finally picked up the phone. He decided a text would do.
She knows.
Michael picked up his phone. He had been desperately attempting to hide from his kids and Amanda. He was glad for it, honestly, that the life he had chosen had chosen him back. But when he saw the text from the number with no photo with it, his jaw tightened. He had told Lester he figured Trevor was dead but now a risk was going to have to be made. You were out there and you were either looking for him (which was bad) or Trevor (which was worse).
Trevor and you were better off thinking the other was dead. The world was better for it. The money, the people, the general crime rate were all better for it.
“I want the TV,” Tracey said, approaching him. Her voice was muffled. It was like he was hearing her from underwater. “Dad. Give me the remote.” He looked up at her then, eyes still wide from worry. She made no note of his mood. He handed her the remote. He stood up, grabbing his car keys from the side table.
“Where do you think you're going?” Amanda questioned when he ran into her in the hall. He didn’t come up with an excuse fast enough and the judgemental look in her eyes creeped in.
“Gonna try and find an old friend,” he admitted.
“Yeah? How old?” Amanda dripped in annoyance. Did he mean a stripper? Did he mean a criminal? Somehow she knew it would negatively affect her.
“Old.” He pushed past her. Amanda looked at him and knew there were only two options to that answer. Neither were good.
Michael opened his phone to Lester’s number.
Where?
-
You sat beside each other in a bar that wasn’t memorable, drinks in hand you didn’t know the name of. You sat as close to him as you could get, legs touching. You didn’t want to ever not be touching him again.
“I had no idea,” you told him. “Lester told me you died.”
“Fucker.”
“I know, I know. Trust me, I’ve got a bullet with his name on it.” You took a sip of your drink. He looked at you, watching eagerly. You looked different. Well, you looked the same, but the clothes you were wearing were different. You must’ve had some sort of office job that required clothes on you he had never seen before. You used to steal his shit all the time, when it was clean. “I’ve got seven bullets for Townley. I’m makin sure that motherfuckers dead this time.”
Trevor smiled.
“Fuck girl, I thought you bled out from that shoulder wound. I thought I left you there.”
“You did leave me.” He glared at you. You had told him to leave and he did, only after you begged. “Lester told me you were gunned down in the escape.”
“You saw the fucking jewelry-”
“Yup.” You shook your head. “Bold of him. Really bold.” You finished your glass. You pulled down your blouse at the shoulder, revealing the bullet wound scar. He put his hand on your shoulder. He hadn’t touched your skin since seeing you again. It made you shiver. He poked it, making you roll your eyes. “Don’t be a dick.”
“All I know how to be.”
He rubbed it with his thumb, shaking his head.
“Looks like it hurt.”
“Yeah well.” You put your sleeve back up.
“So you haven’t seen him?”
“Nope. Went to find you first.”
“I’ve always been your favorite,” he bragged. You rolled your eyes, a sly smile playing on your face. It was true. It had always been that way. “You got any leads?” You were more reliable than Wade.
“Lester know’s where he is. I was gonna pay him a visit anyway.”
“Well there’s no time like the present,” he offered. You gave him a look. He couldn’t read it. People skills had never been something he was particularly good at. You tilted your head.
“You haven’t seen me in nine years and you wanna go find Michael right now?”
His eyes went wide.
“Nine years and she finally admits it.”
“You knew it then. Don’t pretend you didn’t.” He did remember it. He remembered all of it, every second of it. He leaned in.
“I’ve got a shitty trailer with a shitty bed.”
“That sounds like heaven right now Trev,” you said under your breath. He had been wanting to kiss your lips as long as he had known you. It took so much of him not to do it all the time when you saw each other regularly. After he thought you were dead, he regretted not doing it every chance he had.
You threw money at the bartender, too much he noted, and piled into his truck. Your lips were on each others before the car even stopped. You crawled over the middle of the truck, wondering if you would even make it to the bed, wondering if you even needed to.
Ron came rushing out of the front door, talking before he registered, “Boss the bik-” He stopped, literally putting a hand over his mouth. It wasn’t odd to find Trevor fucking a girl in his truck but Ron knew he didn’t like to be interrupted. Trevor left your lips for only long enough to speak.
“Get the fuck out of here Ron!” He nodded, scrambling away. You popped open the truck door and slid out. You weren’t touching Trevor for a mere moment and he grabbed you again, pulling you towards him. “You’re not getting outta here again,” he promised, voice low and threatening. You smiled brightly.
Ron opened the door to his place nearby and peaked through the window. You were dragging Trevor behind you, hands interlocked, a puppy dog look in his eyes. Ron was used to seeing Trevor with girls. He wasn’t used to seeing Trevor with girls he liked. He lost the two of you as you entered the trailer.
Trevor’s lips didn’t leave yours, even when the door hit him from behind. He hugged you close to him. How close could he get to you? How close could he make you so that you never left him again?
You hadn’t expected Trevor’s lips to taste so good. You expected beer or weed or unbrushed teeth or something shitty but something about them was intoxicating. He had a firm grip on your ass, pulling you closer to him. You tripped over something on the ground. You pulled away to see where you were going.
The trailer was a mess. There were beer cans littering the ground, half naked girls on the walls, unwashed dishes in the sink. He let go of you just to move shit off of his unmade bed. He grabbed the pictures he had of girls and tore them off his wall.
“Disrespectful,” he grumbled, kissing you again. And just like that you could have been anywhere in the world and it didn’t matter. You had waited long enough.
He was clawing at your clothes with one hand while the other dragged up your back under your shirt. You shoved him down onto the bed. He chuckled, falling onto his back.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
“Think?” You crawled on top of him, cupping his face in your hands. Why hadn’t you done this before? Why hadn’t you done this so many times? His hands reached for your shirt and it wasn’t until then that it hit him. You were alive. You were here. You were in his arms. He had beat the stupid longstanding fight him and Michael would always spat about over drinks. You were here, with him. He took off your shirt.
“God woman.” He cupped your breasts, eyes wide like they were gonna pop out of his head. You put your finger under his chin.
“Eyes are up here Trev.” He kissed you like he would never be able to do it again. He needed to be on top. The rising tension in his sweats were hard to ignore as you sat on top of him. He could feel your every movement. You slid your hands slowly up his shirt and then down again, fingertips electric. You hummed as you trailed kisses down his chin. While you were distracted he flipped you onto the bed. You made a surprised noise that caused him to chuckle.
“My girl.” He took off his shirt. He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept with a girl and wanted to make it last. When was the last time it was less fucking and more something else, something he could barely remember the name to? You gripped his shoulder. There was a tattoo there, your name in faded ink. Your eyebrows softened. He didn’t seem to notice. “My girl,” he repeated, whispering against your skin.
“Trev,” you whined. He was already shimming down his pants. He kicked them off the bed onto the floor. You could feel his hardness against your clothed core. He fixed his fingers around the loops of your jeans, pulling it down with ease. You raised an eyebrow at his expertise but he was so caught up in the taste of you he didn’t notice.
“God!” You arched your back, looking up at him with wide eyes. He couldn’t wait any longer. Without warning he was inside you, all of him. You gasped at the sudden change and then eased. He gave you no time to calm down or adjust but he was leaning over you and his lips were permanently on your skin and it was like the room had gotten ten degrees hotter in the span of five minutes. You could probably fuck around all night. Trevor could go again and again but he needed to do this right now.
He placed a finger on your clit. You gasped, eyes locking with his. He grinned smugly. You kissed him to shut up whatever he was about to say.
Your breath hitched as he sped up, moving his fingers wildly and without care. Somehow he managed to hit just the right spot.
You came together, plagued by moans and spasms.
Still inside you he smiled, self satisfied.
“Never thought a dead guy would make you cum huh?” You snorted, eyes shut tightly.
“Fuck you Trevor.” You were laughing through your words.
“Haven’t gotten enough yet?”
He collapsed beside you. You found the bed more comfortable now in your bliss. You grabbed a pillow, placing it under your head.
“Get me a beer T. I can go all night.”
-
When Trevor woke up you were still in bed. He had a hand on your thigh, now clothed, much to his dismay. He had no idea what time it was. You had thrown on one of his clean shirts, one of the rare ones. You were hunched over your phone, sitting beside him. He rubbed his eyes. You turned your head, realizing he was awake.
“Mornin’ sleepy head,” you said, a pleasant smile on your face. Your hair was a mess of the night. He could still feel it on the tips of his fingers. He could still taste you on his lips.
It hadn’t been a dream. You were here. You were with him. It wasn’t a wet dream, it was reality. Just the thought made him dizzy.
“Let’s get drunk and get hitched.” You laughed gently.
“Now that’s an idea.” He sat up and kissed you aggressively, throwing you off but not by much. Your phone fell from your fingers. You turned to him. His girl. His girl. His girl. You pulled away, much to his dismay. “I think I know where Michael is.”
He groaned.
“You had to remind me.” He fell back onto the bed with a flop.
“Los Santos. There’s a Michael De Santa with two kids and a wife. Amanda.” He perked his head up.
“You check the plastic surgery records?”
“I did not but I have a rough estimate.” You stood up. The bed was cold without you. Couldn’t you just live forever like this? Why go find Michael at all?
And then he remembered his anger.
“They’re living in a mansion, Trev,” you said. You hadn’t taken any money from that robbery. You couldn’t, it wouldn’t make any sense. But Michael was out there and he was using that money somehow. He had taken it all for himself.
Trevor’s anger intensified. He was here in the slums of San Andreas in a shitty trailer. He had put his life on the line. He had lost everything he cared about. Michael got the house and the family and the life they had all risked it for. He had lost you for nine years.
He tossed you the truck keys.
“Start it but don’t drive it,” he said. You rolled your eyes.
“You think you’re a better driver than me T?” You both sat in the memories of you driving away with money, evading the cops, knowing nothing but the danger in your speed.
“I’m the only one that drives that truck.” You put your hands up in surrender, backing out.
“Yes sir.”
God he wanted you back in bed.
Part 2
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Strange Mercy.
Summary: After hooking up with Harry occasionally, you fall pregnant. The real problem starts when he begins touring, and no matter what, you can never seem to make it past fans - or even the guards in order to tell him.
A/N: (D/N) = Daughter’s Name
Reader Pronouns: She/Her
Length: Medium
TW: Cheating, Single Pregnancy, Violence While Pregnant (Slight), Hookup, Angst (Fluff at the end)
Celebrities: Harry E. Styles
Song(s) To Listen To: Strange Mercy - St. Vincent
You met him at a party. You had been a groupie of some lowly band, really just because you liked their music, but since then, their guitarist had taken a liking to you. You had hoped this meant you were his girlfriend, and yeah, he’d sleep with you and take you on ‘dates,’ but he’d do this with other women, too.
Truthfully, Harry wasn’t even supposed to be there. The party was in New York, close to the building that happened to be throwing an after party for an awards ceremony. So when he saw you smoking a cigarette outside the building, watching the dirty guitarist flirt with a few girls to the left of you, he approached you.
“Erm,” He began, shifting your attention.
He was dressed rather lavishly, but casual for the party. He wore a floral Gucci button up shirt and dress pants with Gucci shoes. The Apple Watch against his wrist read, “You’ve Arrived!”
“Is this The Louvat? It doesn’t really look like it…” His accent was thick, rolling off his tongue slowly.
Taking another drag, you chuckled a bit, “No, this is Lamar, the bar a bunch of shitty bands play at? You must have mistyped it.”
You looked back at your ‘boyfriend,’ watching as he slid a hand up one of the girls’ waist. You settled into your fluffy coat a bit more.
“Here,” You took his phone and typed in the right thing, “So you don’t miss it.”
Harry blinked. It was odd not to be noticed, but he wasn’t complaining, and eased into it, “Thank you.”
“The Louvat, how’d you miss that?” Another chuckle escaped your lips, “Hasn’t it got paparazzi littering the place?”
Furrowing your brows, squinting and pressing your lips into a thin line, you asked, “Are you famous?”
This time, it was his turn to chuckle nervously, “Eh,” He shrugged.
You softened your face a bit, glancing at Luke, the guitarist, who now was caught up wrestling tongues with a different girl. You looked down, “Well, you should probably get going, huh?”
You flicked your cigarette to the side, and he noticed the man you were looking at.
Dipping his eyebrows in worry, something came over him, “Would you like to come with me? Completely free. You just, I don’t think you really belong here, is all.”
A pink dusted your cheeks, and you couldn’t help but blame it on the cold Fall air.
“I…” You looked toward Luke, but the stranger stepped closer, gently turning your head toward him by the chin.
“Think of yourself, alright?”
Those sea green eyes could have controlled you. Suddenly, it wasn’t chilly. It was warm, stemming from your heart.
“Aright,” You responded softly, “I’d love to go.”
To be honest, he could have been a kidnapper or a killer, but could one have such sweet eyes? And to be fair, you’d rather be anywhere but here.
He smiled at you softly, “Well, I’m quite early since I had a feeling I’d get lost. Let’s get you something to wear, yeah?”
You’d been dressed the opposite of him - wearing a sleazy coat lined with faux fur zipped right as low as it could be without showing too much cleavage, Daisy Dukes, and a pair of tennis shoes. All to impress some boy that didn’t seem to want you anyway.
You’d felt hot earlier, but in the presence of this stranger and his enchanting eyes, you melted with embarrassment.
“That would be great,” You sighed with a smile, “Someone told me to wear this here, and now he’s off flirting with someone else.”
“I see,” Harry began, “Then you need to choose what you like…” He trailed off.
“(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N),” You took a hand out of your pocket and held it out, but he kissed it instead.
“Harry Styles. Nice to meet you, (Y/N).”
Luke caught a glimpse of you leaving with your handsome stranger, angrily shouting after you, but you flipped him off and laughed as the car strolled on, turning back to Harry soon after.
Harry had found himself enchanted by your laugh. You were gorgeous in the face of revenge.
And that’s where it began. You’d become good friends since then, and when you made your ‘debut’ accompanying him, you’d been dressed in lavish branded clothes, from your dress to your heels to your accessories.
You owed him a lot, really, but working as a waitress really sucked. You didn’t get paid much, unless some guy had taken a liking to you and you flirted back a bit.
But now, every attractive guy seemed less and less so, even when your coworker, Emma, seemed to gleam the handsome men. Harry, though, seemed more beautiful by the minute.
“I still can’t believe your friends with him,” Emma sighed, obviously envious, “And that you didn’t know who he was!”
She had begged you so many times to get him to meet her, and you refused, knowing her and her…tendencies. Not that you disapproved, you just wanted to keep Harry safe. Safe. What a weird way to put it.
Your shift had just ended and Emma was on break, though you weren’t even listening as you fixed your makeup and waited for your ride.
He came strolling in soon after, curls gorgeously bouncing with his steps, smiling from ear to ear when he caught a look at you.
“(Y/N)!”
The diner was nearly empty now, so he noted he could make a quick entrance and exit.
“H!” You smiled and ran toward him, hugging the taller man, “You all packed up?”
He nodded, hugging you back, “Yeah, but you call me if that Luke is giving you anymore trouble, alright?”
You nodded, starry-eyed and so obviously enamored, “Thank you.”
It was Harry’s yacht party when it happened. The both of you were as sober as can be. You had admitted (hesitantly, of course) that you were afraid of the water, and Harry, without the bat of an eye, decided that he would watch over you and drink nothing for the night.
Ultimately, you felt bad, but noted that he seemed to be having as much fun at his going-away party as he would under the influence.
“(Y/N),” He started, once he managed to come away from the crowd of celebrities you still couldn’t process were actually there, “I rented the yacht out for the night. After the party, you wanna take it around?”
Your heart leaped at the opportunity to have Harry alone, and you nodded, “That sounds great!”
And when the time finally came and the last person left, he turned to you with a huge smile.
Who would have thought that you’d be here, with the most handsome man you’d ever seen? He had a goofy smile and eyes that glittered, the ocean reflecting on them.
He was perfect.
“There are some pretty things out here,” He had spoken, excitement bleeding into his voice, “I wanted to show you.”
You were quite surprised that he even knew how to drive a boat, but you felt safe with him either way as he steered it through the night.
And there you sat together, staring at the stars that seemed so much clearer out in the open. His hand found the small of your back quickly but softly, and he smiled into the night sky.
“All of those guys forget that we’re just humans. We’re nothing compared to the stars,” He spoke, not even turning to you.
You hummed happily, not even noticing when he did face you, “Except you, (Y/N).”
You met his eyes in confusion, raising a brow before he continued, “I’ve never met anyone like you.”
You smiled bashfully, looking down, “Ah…I’m not that special, H.”
“But you are,” He scooted closer, “I…I knew from the moment we met that there was something different about you.”
Your eyes glimmered when they met with his again, your heart skipping a beat as the salty ocean air nipped your cheeks, “That means the world to me.”
Cupping your face in his hands, he inched your faces closer, “(Y/N)…would you let me love you this once? Before the tour starts again.”
Your face flushed red. And suddenly it made sense. Harry had felt something for you since you met, only he decided not to pursue anything after your breakup, and when you explained to him just how much relationships scared you since Luke. He figured that if dating a minor celebrity hurt you that much, then dating him would only be worse.
But he’d be leaving soon. And you’d miss him so, so much.
You nodded softly, lips parted before his met yours.
The butterflies began to fight their way out of your stomach, even as the kiss grew in intensity, and when he hoisted your legs around his waist, carrying you to the bed downstairs.
There wasn’t much thought for either of you, as he looked down at you, straddling you, “And you’re sure…you want to do this?”
“Yes,” You replied quicker than you meant to, “Yes, I’m sure.”
He was going to say something, but was only surprised when you pulled him by his collar and kissed him deeply.
-
The gentle beams of bright ocean light woke you, and you found yourself covered from your chest down to your thighs in a thick white comforter that felt like the softest thing in the world.
When you turned, you were met with an empty bed, making your heart sink. You’d trusted Harry dearly, would he just leave like Luke would?
You felt your mood begin to sour, that was, until you heard soft singing from above, and smelt blueberry pancakes, your favorite from the diner.
It was Harry, you would come to recognize, and your frown morphed into a wide smile. Once you were able to find the complimentary robe, you slipped it on, noticing it said, ‘Mrs.’
You giggled, figuring Harry had the matching one.
“Good morning, my sweet creature,” He set a plate down on the bar table for you, and another for himself, “How’d you sleep?”
You sat down and began to eat, thanking him before doing so, “Quite lovely, prince of pop.”
He exhaled a laugh, tying the robe around him once more, seeing as it was coming loose.
Part of you hurt, because you knew that you still weren’t quite ready - Like had messed you up terribly, and though Harry made you feel safe, there was still a block.
“Hey,” Harry’s hand met yours as you chewed your food, “I promise this doesn’t change anything. We can remain friends until you’re ready to decide, alright?”
You smiled sentimentally, overwhelmed with his understanding of you, “Thank you, H.”
He kissed your hand gently, and the two of you finished breakfast in peace.
He left less than a week later, taking your source of light with him. You wouldn’t be able to have him back at your house for almost a year, and though you could still visit, it would be hard.
It started with small things. About a month after he left, you began to wake up in the middle of the night more often, restless. Your chest became sore, no matter what, scaring you since your mind jumped straight to the idea of cancer.
It wasn’t until you sat on the toilet after spilling up last night’s dinner that you realized.
You were late.
And the theory became fact as you held onto the two pregnancy tests later that day, hand shaking in fear.
You were happy, of course, but you were anything but ready. Neither of you were.
The rest of the night, you were pacing, trying hard not to freak out in your small, bummy apartment, to no avail.
That night was more restless than the ones before it, and at 4:36 in the morning, you finally decided to tell Harry.
ME: We need to talk. Call me.
And just as quickly as it was sent, there was a reply.
HARRY: Due to insufficient funds, your service has been shut off until further notice. If you think that this is a mistake, or you would like to make a payment, please click the link below.
What awful timing.
It had come between either the phone bill or the rent this month, and you’d decided that you quite enjoyed shelter, but now you regretted it.
There was your friends you could meet in the morning, but Harry would never answer a message from an unknown number, especially one claiming such shocking things.
And who could you even talk to about this? Your family hardly spoke to you, ever since they found out you’d dated Luke, and this would only drive them away further, using their religion as a scapegoat for their pushing you away.
So you’d have to track him down. How hard could it be?
You saved for about three months, finally getting enough money for a plane ticket to meet Harry again, and though you couldn’t afford the concert ticket, you did your best efforts to come up with a plan.
As you idly watched the clock tick by, you prepared yourself for what was to come. Fan girls. Guards. Flashing lights. Nauseating smells.
And then you packed your bag and were on your way. Sneaking in was pretty easy, actually, especially when you recognized one of the guards as the one who drove the two of you to the party that fateful night.
The hard part was getting backstage during his intermission.
You had made it through, but now here was this giant man hassling you. He was buff, standing at at least 6’4”, and looking down at you through his sunglasses. You couldn’t have been farther apart.
“Hey, miss. You’re not allowed back here,” He raised a brow, stepping in front of you again, “I won’t say it again.”
You shook your head, “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m a friend of Harry’s, and I really, really need to tell him something important!”
You pushed forward, trying to reach the bright vanity, but the man pushed back with his hands. Instinctively, you grabbed your belly as you fell, landing on your side, a forearm holding you up.
“Hey! I’m fucking pregnant! What the hell?!”
He didn’t seem to care, hoisting you up by the arm on your belly, to your feet. The grip hurt, and you closed your eyes tightly, “I don’t care. I’m doing my job. It’s your fault if the baby dies because of you, you sick whore.”
He had obviously been frustrated, you’d noticed, and maybe he was right. Who were you to sleep around with Harry? Or with Luke? With anyone? What good did it do you but bring you here?
Tears started to sting your eyes, but all you could mutter was, “You’re stupid.”
He tossed you on the ground again, and you landed like before, not even meeting his eyes.
“Very bold of you to s-“ He began, but suddenly froze cold at a voice.
“(Y/N)? Bryan? What the hell are you doing?!” It was the fastest you’d ever heard him speak.
Bryan, you guessed, turned, his mouth agape, “A trespasser.”
“That’s my friend, you idiot! And any man who treats anyone like that shouldn’t be here in the first place!” Harry was now in his face, not even noticing your bump, “You’re fired!”
He looked over to you and his eyes widened in a second, “Oh my god. (Y/N)…you’re pregnant.”
“Really?” You chuckled sarcastically, a bit annoyed at the man as Harry helped you up, “I almost wasn’t when he kept rag-dolling me everywhere.
“Fucking leave,” He turned to the man, venom seething through his words, and when he did so, escorted by other guards, Harry turned back to you.
“I’m so sorry, love. I’ll make sure he’ll never be near us again,” He looked down at the bump, a bittersweet smile on his face, “Was it Luke?”
You felt safe with him, like usual, and you felt butterflies begin to swarm your insides.
“God, no,” You paused, looking down before meeting his eyes, “It’s yours.”
He froze completely, and you panicked, “But…I don’t mind raising it on my own, Harry. You’re a pop star and I knew what I was getting into, plus you’ll be busy. We can keep it a secret a-“
“No,” He spoke sternly yet softly, his hands holding yours as he smiled down at you, “No.”
“I don’t think there’s anyone else I’d want to have my kid,” He chuckled, “I would tell you you have pregnancy glow, but you always look that good.”
He was practically beaming, “God, I’m going to be a father! I can’t believe it! Thank you, thank you,” He hugged you tightly before pulling away, looking as if he realized something grim, “But, erm…if you want to raise it separately and as friends, that’s okay.”
You smiled solemnly, admiring just how stupid this boy was, quickly pulling him by his collar and smashing your lips on his.
When you pulled away, he blinked for a few seconds, “Did I get my point across?”
He nodded, smiling like an idiot.
“Then go out there and focus on your fans, okay? I’ll be in the private booths.”
The night, you thought, couldn’t have ended more wonderfully, but that’s when you were proven wrong. He stood on stage, finishing the previous song, Grapejuice, when he abruptly paused the show.
“Before I continue, I want everyone to know something,” Your heart skipped a beat, “I would like to dedicate this next song, Matilda, to everyone.”
The sentence brought your anxieties back down, “But most of all, (Y/N).”
And the tears began to fall for you, a hand over your mouth in surprise.
“She’s a wonderful girl, a long-time friend of mine who was never treated how she deserved to be treated. The kindest person I know, and the strongest,” He continued on, “And I’m honored to be the father of our baby.”
The crowd erupted into screams and cheers, and tears began to fall from him as well. Shifting his weight on his other leg, he gave his signature air kisses before the music began to play.
“You were riding your bike to the sound of ‘It’s No Big Deal.’”
-
When she, (D/N), finally arrived, it was the best thing to ever happen to either of you. Harry would have sworn by it, despite his very fortunate life, and even as she grew to a toddler, she looked just like him.
It made you smile as you held onto your husband of two years, “God, she looks just like you. From her eyes to her nose to her jaw.”
She was playing with the Golden Retriever puppy you’d gotten to grow up with her. She giggled even as she fell onto her bottom and was covered in kisses.
“She reminds me of you, most of all, love,” He looked at her lovingly, “I’m just worried she’ll be lonely growing up. I can’t imagine not having Gemma with me. I know we rushed into it a bit for her sake, but it’s the best thing we’ve ever done. Well, aside from (D/N).”
You bit your lip slyly, “Don’t worry, H. She won’t have that problem in about seven months.”
His heart stopped, and he practically leaped up in joy, pulling you in by the waist and spinning you.
“You could have destroyed me and refused to be with me. You could have never told me she was mine or worse. When I met you, I knew you were going to be in my life forever. Thank you for taking mercy in the stupid pop star who knocked you up,” Harry met your eyes, speaking softly, “You’re my blessing, my strange mercy.”
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Friday’s | Rafe Cameron
Summary - Deciding on whether Friday was your favorite work day or not was hard, until today.
A/n - I’ve rewritten this a hand full of times and this was the best version but it literally strayed so far from what I was originally trying to write. Hope you guys enjoy tho
Category - Rafe Cameron x BevCart!Ready
Warnings - borederliner fingering in a public area, not proof read as always
Word Count - 980
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You couldn’t decide whether Friday's were your favorite days to work or your least favorite. Like clockwork, as you were bringing out your cart to set it up with all of your essentials you’d be needing for today, the all popular Rafe Cameron was seen walking out to his first hole of the day with Topper and Kelce. Coincidentally enough, Friday’s were the days you worked doubles and the day that the three of them loved being at the Country Club all day.
First, He’d be on the course for the entirety of your first shift, bugging you each and every time you passed by him, asking for something different even before he finished whenever he stopped you the previous time. Then after you switched over from bev cart to serving in the dining hall, Rafe and his minions would sit at their table, which had happened to be your section. That was the reason it’d be your least favorite day working. But it’d slowly turn to your favorite when Rafe would get to you alone.
“There she is, my favorite bev cart girl.” The voice came from behind you, one that you could recognize from a million miles away, because truthfully, who couldn’t?
You turned to him, happy yet surprised when you noticed that his two friends hadn’t trailed behind him, “You flatter me, Rafe.”
“Yeah? Where’s that flattery gettin’ me?” He smirked, coming closer to you and leaning one arm on the cart as he watched you stock it up.
Trying, yet failing to hide your smile, you ignored his question trying to remain as professional as you could, whatever that was when it came to Rafe, “What can I get you Sir?”
“Still playing that hard to get act, huh?” He teased which resulted in a pointed look from you.
“I’m not playing anything Rafe, I’m working.” You spoke lies. You were definitely playing a hard to get act, but only because you knew of Rafe and his reputation.
He was the type to talk a girl up, take her out on a date, sleep with her and then say it never meant anything and you didn’t want that to be you, especially with your status. He was a kook and you were a pogue, working to try and survive on your little side of the cut. So, even though his flirting and his compliments felt good, you took his words with a grain of salt.
Again, he stepped closer to you, leaning down so his lips were positioned near your ear. The feeling of his lips ghosting the skin of your ear stopped you in your tracks, “Look, I know what you think of me, I know what this town says about me, but if you give me a chance, I can prove to you that I can be more than that,” He starts, eyes shifting around, trying to catch any emotion from you, “You think I don’t notice you looking when you think i’m not looking, or how you stumble on your words when I flirt with you heavily. Or how you cross your legs while you sit on your cart because you get wet when my shirt lifts.” His hand comes up using his finger to softly trail the elastic of your tennis skirt, wanting to badly to hook his fingers in them, pull them down your thighs and take you right there, “I notice you, Y/n, more than you think I do, and if you’d let me–” Rafe paused, lowering himself just enough to press a kiss into your neck, smirking at the gasp, his name leaving your lips immediately after, “I can give you the world.”
At the point, you didn’t even have control of your body as your eyes closed and your head tilted to the side to give Rafe more access to your neck and he continued his plethora of soft kisses. Your brain was scrambling everywhere as you were barely able to form a thought. For the past few months, you had been ignoring Rafe’s advances at you. Thinking nothing more of Rafe being his usual playboy self and just something to get you through your shift, but right now in this moment, you felt like you were fooling yourself if you denied yourself from this feeling any longer.
“All you have to do is say yes.” Rafe spoke again, this time he moved behind you, blocking anyone from the view of what he was about to do. His hand, slowly trailed your hips, smoothing down the length of your skirt until he got to your bare skin, slowly trailing back up til he reached the hem of your panties.
Your breathing hitched and your heart was nearly thumbing out of your chest. Right as his fingers were beginning to push past the fabric that was covering your now throbbing core, you blurted out your answer, “Yes! Yes, I'll go out with you Rafe!”
His movements stopped just before he removed his hand from your skirt and took a step back with a smile on his face, “Good, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at eight.”
Not even giving you time to regroup and respond, he took what he needed from your cart, knowing you knew to add it to his tab, and made his way back over to his friends who were watching from a distance.
You took a moment to gather yourself, quickly looking around to make sure that no one else other than Topper and Kelce had just seen what transpired otherwise, you’d be losing your job. Clearing your throat, you shut the top to the drink cooler and started on your route, seeing as you were late as is and couldn't take anymore time to freak over what just happened, but at least now you knew that Friday’s were definitely your favorite day to work.
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